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As I fuck into Mal’s body, I wrap a hand around his weeping shaft and give him a few lazy pumps. Unlike Jas and I, Mal’s shaft is ridged, notches marking the shaft for increased pleasure. Smearing his pre-cum over the ridges pulls another animalistic groan from his lips, and I notice his tail has wound its way around my thigh in an attempt to bind us closer together. The familiar tingle in the base of my spine surges as he tightens around me again, and I know my orgasm is on the periphery. Tightening my grip, I shuttle my hand over his slick dick faster until he’s begging and squirming in my hold.

With a wail, he shoots hot cum over my fist, the arm of the chair and he even manages to land a few spatters on Jas, who’s still standing in front of us.

Grunting, I plough into him relentlessly, chasing my own orgasm. As that tingling sensation draws my balls up, I sink my teeth into Mal’s shoulder. With a low moan, I hold him tight, teeth buried in his skin, cock buried in his tight arse as I empty myself inside him.

It isn’t over though, not yet. There’s another sensation, a strange warmth, the kind magic leaves behind as the knot towards the base of my shaft starts to inflate, locking us together.

Mal whines weakly in protest, spent from all the playing, but I’m not done with him yet.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I whisper against his skin, licking up the droplets of blood where my teeth have cut into him. “To have me paint your insides with my cum and make you come again on my knot?”

“I can’t.” He shifts, trying to pull away as my knot stretches him, making him impossibly full. I like knowing that he’s trapped here, impaled with my knot buried inside him and full of my cum. I’ve bred him. Fucked him until his hole is stretched and puffy. When I pull out he’ll drip with my spend. He is mine.

My gaze locks with Jas.Ours.I give him a small nod and he steps closer, resuming his tender ministrations. Stroking Mal’s hair, whispering kind words until my knot stops getting bigger and Mal is hard again.

Slowly, I move, shifting my hips in a way I know moves against Mal’s prostate. His cock dribbles weakly, but I know he’s got more than that inside him.

Taking his cock in my hand, I don’t drag it out this time. Hard and fast is how this is going to go down as I tighten my grip and use my body to push his, until he’s fucking my fist using his own cum as lube.

With each shift of our bodies, my knot rubs his insides, taunting and teasing his prostate without mercy while his dick is fucking the tight wetness of my hand, driving him wild.

“Sax, Sax…I can’t.” His words are nothing more than breathy exhales at this point.

My lips move over his shoulder as I mutter, “Come on, little gargoyle. I know you have another load in those balls for me. Give it to me. That’s it.”

My words seem to do the trick, and with a strangled cry and whole body convulsion, Mal comes, but Jas is waiting for it. His perfect lips open as Mal spurts his load over Jas’ face. This time it’s Jas who licks Mal clean, making noises of approval as Mal sobs, still impaled on my knot.

“I know little gargoyle, but once this goes down, we’ll go and watch over our girl. How does that sound?” It doesn’t usually take too long for it to go down, anywhere between twenty minutes and an hour, so I may decide to wring a few more orgasms from Mal before I’m ready to vacate his body.

Settling back on the sofa, I make space for Jas to curl up into my side too, while Mal is still draped over my lap, exhausted. Turning his head to bury it in the crook of my neck, Mal hums his approval of my plan.

CHAPTER SIX

ARIANWEN

Moments of snatched clarity leave me more confused than ever. I feel so sluggish, so heavy. My eyelids are weighted down, every blink a battle, and I’m losing the war. I feel so weak. I don’t understand how I can be this sick and not seem to be getting any better.

I crave daylight, fresh air, and freedom. My head is hazy, foggy. The fresh air will blow away the mists inside my brain.

There’s someone…

Someone I need.

Why doesn’t she come?

My chest aches when I think of her, a tightness that brings tears to my eyes but I can’t grasp why. Thoughts, memories, coherent sentences slip away from me but remain on the periphery, taunting me.

The fever has broken but I’m still struggling.

I was better.

I was sitting in the sunshine.

The fresh air on my face.

Blinking, I realise the window is open.

Where did the key come from?

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