Page 67 of Grotesque Love

I feel wanted.

Desired as their gazes incinerate my skin.

Sax moves between my legs, pushing my thighs further apart to accommodate his broad shoulders. He places lingering kisses on my thigh as he hooks one leg over his shoulder, lifting me so that my arse isn’t resting on the table.

I whimper softly as his powerful tongue moves up my pussy, my body trembling as Jas captures the soft sounds with his lips.

This is not how I expected the rest of tonight to go, but as he sucks on my clit and the pleasure builds inside me, I blink and realise that maybe this is what I need.

Jas’ tail slithers across my stomach, and between my breasts before the tip flicks my nipple, teasing the taunt nub as he slips his tongue into my mouth.

They’re drowning me in pleasure. Overwhelming me in the best way.

Mal leans against the worktop, his arms folded across his chest as he watches with hungry eyes, his tail swishing angrily behind him.

Part of me is remorseful – it would be amazing to have all three of them touching me – but my brain has sided with Sax. In our little kitchen fantasy, Mal is the one to suffer, that’s his punishment.

I still get a thrill out of him watching and I moan a little louder, just for him. I want to make him regret his actions, for not letting me come earlier. His little powertrip backfired, and now Daddy Sax is eating me out like I’m the best dessert while the little gargoyle pouts in the corner and Jas kisses away my sanity.

I moan softly, eyes closing as the pleasure washes over me inwaves. It feels so good, and I buck my hips as Sax’s tongue slides inside me.

Sax’s hunger and passion feed into my own desire as his fingers and tongue expertly tease me, fucking into me, owning me as he pushes me towards the abyss.

I whimper softly, my body trembling with need.

Jas kisses me tenderly, moving along my jawline and down my neck, his fangs dragging over my sensitive skin, the soft scratching driving me wild.

His hands squeeze my breasts as he encourages me, urging me on with soft words of encouragement.

I turn my head away from him, offering more of my flesh to him, wanting to feel more. Jas sinks his fangs into my neck, not breaking the skin, but offering a little pain to offset the pleasure, the two mixing in a way that has me writhing, and grabbing onto Sax’s horns as I ride his face.

I moan loudly, the sensations becoming overwhelming. The tension in the room is building and my release is closing in on me. I want to climax, to feel that intense burst wash over me, and I want them to feel it too.

Sax moves his fingers inside me, finding that sweet spot and applying just the right amount of pressure as his thumb brushes over my clit.

“Hmmmm, so tight. Perfect.” My body arches up as the orgasm hits me. My muscles contract, my breath hitches, and a wave of warmth spreads through my core.

Jas’s tail slaps against my nipple, pulling another moan from me as he slides one of his fingers inside me alongside Sax’s, making me feel stretched, stuffed full of them.

“He’s right.” He sighs against my skin as my body clenches around them, and my orgasm is drawn out. “You were made for us, Ari.”

Mal shifts from one foot to the other, looking restless with need but he doesn’t come any closer.

As I come down from the high, Sax’s tongue slowly laps up the remains of my pleasure.

Jas gently pulls away from me, his lips leaving a tender kiss on my forehead. He glances at Mal, who is still watching us intently.

“That was amazing,” Jas says softly.

Mal’s expression softens, but there’s still a lingering longing in his eyes. Sax stands up, helping me off the table. I wrap my arms around his waist, my body still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. I close my eyes, relishing the feeling of his chest against mine.

“Thank you,” I whisper softly.

He motions for Mal, who comes forward hesitantly.

With one claw on the back of Mal’s neck, he pulls the smaller monster in for a deep kiss. I watch, half-sandwiched between them as they fight for dominance with their tongues.

“Can you taste her?” Sax asks, pulling away so that his forehead is resting against Mal’s.

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