Page 105 of Grotesque Love

With every touch, every caress, every bite, I drown in an overwhelming surge of emotion, a deep connection to these beings that have claimed me as their own.

Mal’s fangs pierce the delicate skin of my neck. His voice is a dark and guttural growl that vibrates through my body. His hands are rough on my skin, his claws scraping a path down my spine as he leaves a map of where he’s been.

I cry out, but Jas is there. Tasting my moans. Tracing delicate patterns on my skin, his touch both soothing and arousing. His hips grind against mine, rubbing the hardness of his erection against my thigh. He kisses me, his tender attention taking on an undertone of darkness and desire that makes my heart race.

Sax hovers above me, his eyes gleaming with hunger. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my arousal, and then kisses me, his mouth claiming mine with a fierce intensity. The metallic tang of our mingled blood on his lips makes me whimper, silently begging him for more.

Beneath them, I grapple to keep myself grounded in this storm of sensation. Their love for me is powerful, monstrous, but they’ve saved me from the darkness, and now their possession of me is a comforting embrace.

Jas slides a finger inside me, exploring the damp heat of my core. I gasp, as he curls his finger gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

“She’s so tight. But definitely wet enough for us.” I clench, trying to stop him from withdrawing, and he chuckles. “Have patience. We have all night.”

“And all day,” Mal adds with a wink.

“And forever,” Sax finishes.

Jas slowly slides another finger inside me, pumping in and out of my slick wetness, while Mal moves his attention to my breasts, sucking on my nipples, teasing the sensitive bud between his teeth, making me writhe with need. The bonds of my hair are too tight though, barely giving me room to wiggle, which just turns me on even more.

“Please,” I beg, insatiable for them.

“You want my cock, love?” Sax teases with a grin.

I nod eagerly. “Please, Daddy.”

“Well, as you asked so nicely, dove.”

Jas’s fingers are replaced by Sax notching himself at my entrance. He thrusts into me with wild abandon, and I cry out in bliss.So. Fucking. Full.

Mal licks a line up my breastbone, his fangs digging into my skin as he adds more marks to his collection. Pain merges into pleasure, melding with the ecstasy of Sax’s thrusts, and Jas returns to my mouth to kiss and swallow my cries.

Their monstrous love, like a godsend. In their arms, I am safe, cherished, and completely free to explore the depths of my own sensuality.

“Come for us, little love,” Sax demands, his fingers finding my clit and stroking it in unison with his brutal thrusts.

I’m on the brink already, the sensations building up quickly as my body bucks and writhes.

“Give in,” Sax growls, his voice thick with desire. “Let go for Daddy.”

Breaking free of Jas’ kiss, I do just that, my body arching off the bed as an intense orgasm takes over. Waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving me breathless and weak in their grasp. It’s the most mind–blowing experience I’ve ever had, heightened by my inability to move, which leaves me quivering, my whole body boneless and heavy.

With one final thrust, Sax releases deep within me, his seed spilling into my willing body, but withdrawing before I can experience the magic of his knot.

I pout.

“Patience, little dove. We have something better in mind for you.”

“Better than your knot?”

He chuckles at my disbelieving tone.

“That’s not possible, Daddy.”

“You might not remember, love, but we promised that you’d get to feel two of us in this exquisite little cunt. Now, as much as I’d love that to be me, I don’t want to hurt you, so I’ve gone aheadand got you nice and sloppy, ready for Jas and Mal to take you at the same time.”

He seals his words with a filthy kiss that has me panting and more than ready to go again. I have no idea if it’s even possible to take both Jas and Mal at the same time, but I want to try. They’ve awakened a new part of me – a part that craves their domination and desires nothing more than to surrender to their every whim.

As Jas and Mal get themselves into position, my anticipation builds. Sax carefully unbinds my wrists and ankles so that I can move, but leaves the thicker band of hair that’s wrapped around my waist. I’m glad. The pressure is grounding, and I have a feeling I’m going to need it.

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