Page 42 of Grotesque Love

My body responds to the sight before me, my own arousal growing. I watch in fascination as Sax kisses Mal’s neck, his hands moving over his body in a way that seems to both please and torment Mal.

Grunting softly, Mal’s eyes flutter shut, and he surrenders to the pleasure. Sax continues to kiss and bite his neck, slowlymaking his way down Mal’s body. The air around seems to shimmer, and where there was only smooth grey skin, now there’s a thick erect cock. A cock with a glistening head, twitching against his stomach, leaving pre-cum smudges on his toned muscles.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before, and my eyes widen involuntarily. I knew he was big from when he pressed and rubbed against me on the grass, but I’ve never seen a cock like it before. There are ridges up the shaft, slightly darker than the rest of the skin, and while they look like they may be painful, Mal seems to be in heaven as Sax wraps his fist around it and gives it a rough tug. Sax’s hand moves slowly up and down, pumping Mal as he bites down on his neck.

“How?” I whisper, more to myself than anything.

But Jas’s mouth moves along my shoulder, lips caressing my skin. “Magic.”

Sax uses his large thumb to gather some of the pre-cum leaking from Mal’s dick and smear it down his length like lube.

Shit, is my mouth watering?

Pushing Mal down onto all fours, Sax grabs his hips and places a hand between his shoulder blades, forcing Mal face down into the covers. He turns his face so that he can still see me, and the fucker smirks. Why is that so hot?

Our eyes stay locked on one another as Sax grabs his arse cheeks, pulling them apart before getting to his own knees and burying his face in Mal’s crease.

Mal squirms but Sax’s huge hands keep a firm grip on the grotesque, not letting him pull away.

“His tongue is sliding along Mal’s crack, teasing the sensitive skin there,” Jas murmurs in my ear, as I sink into his hold.

I can’t believe I’m witnessing this, let alone participating in it. Sax brings a heavy hand down on the gargoyle’s arse cheek, the loud sound mixing with Mal’s moans and filling the air.

“Mal loves a bite of pain along with his pleasure. He loves it when Sax disciplines him.”

Hands move up my body to cup my breaststhrough the flimsy fabric of my nightgown. His gentle ministrations on the exposed skin of my shoulder become more teasing, with open-mouth kisses and soft bites.

Jas’ thumbs brush over the tight peaks of my nipples, and I swallow back a moan. His tail carefully tugs on my leg, making my thighs part.

I take a deep breath.

Sax’s hands gently caress Mal’s arse, before he gives him another spank, drawing a keening noise from the mouthy gargoyle.

But the sound quickly dissolves into a whining moan, and clawed hands fist my sheets, tearing into the fabric.

“He’s fucking him with his tongue.” Jas bites the fleshy part of my ear, as the tip of his tail sneaks beneath the hem of my nightie and slowly rubs against my pussy in light, lingering touches.

“It feels incredible. Sax has a powerful tongue. And he knows what to do with it.” Jas tweaks my nipples, and I arch. Mal watches us with a burning gaze.

As Sax rims Mal’s arse, I find myself wondering what it would feel like to have his tongue on me. I imagine the sensation of his rough skin against my delicate human flesh, and my breath hitches.

What would it feel like to have Mal’s notched giant cock inside me while Sax eats him like he’s the last meal of a starving man?

“Don’t you even think about fucking me, Sax,” Mal grunts, pretending to fight it, hissing at Sax as the grotesque slaps his arse again and slides his fingers inside Mal’s tight hole. Seeing this display of dominance and submission is almost too much for me to handle.

Despite his protests, I can see that he’s enjoying this almost as much as I am. He moves his hips, fucking himself on Sax’s fingers before Sax cruelly withdraws them only to replace them with his mouth again.

“Mal is like a wild filly, he needs to be tamed,” Jas saysas he continues torturing my tits, tweaking and rolling my nipples between his talented fingers.

I’m so wet, I can feel the slickness as the tail flicks against me again. He’s keeping me teetering on the edge, giving me just enough to make me crazy, but not enough to get me off.

“Uhh,” I moan. “And what about you?”

Wrapping some of my hair around his fist, he pulls me towards him. His mouth lands on mine gently, but as I part my lips for him, he takes that as a green light. His tongue slides into my mouth as if he’s desperate to taste every part of me, commit me to memory, and I lean into it. He tastes like sunshine and something almost fizzy.

“I just need to be loved.” His words do something to me, and I look up at his face, silvery blue eyes burning into mine as if I’m the centre of his universe.

JAS

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