Page 100 of Married to the Devil

I shudder and sink my shoulders lower, giving Stoneheart the better angle. Submitting to the drag of his girthy cock inside of me.

Stoneheart growls, and I hold my breath for his composure to crumble, but he remains quiet. It distracts me from the overwhelming feeling of being trapped between them.

“You’re taking him so well,” Ben says. He nips my lower lip to bring me back before continuing, “He’s going to breed you so deeply no one will doubt his possession of you.”

“Fuck,” I whimper, tightening around the shaft of the silent gargoyle behind me, but he only thrusts deeper.

I growl in frustration and whip my head around to glare at Stoneheart. “Are you bored back there?”

He halts his hips and narrows his eyes. “Does it feel like I’m bored.” He punches his hips sharply, and I cry out.

“Feels like you’ve gone to sleep,” I say, even though my voice is high as I dare my husband to really fuck me.

He growls, and it takes effort not to roll my eyes to the back of my head with the swell of need that the sound pulls from my body. Excitement flares from the pit of my stomach and travels outward until the skin of my feet tingles.

But he’s keeping his distance still, and that’s unacceptable.

“If you can’t breed a baby into me, then perhaps I should find someone else who can,” I say.

Ben sighs, and I don’t know if it’s from exasperation with me or Stoneheart. But the next deafening growl from Stoneheart has the two of us moaning. My breasts rub against Ben, and I raise my hips higher in my squirming.

Then Stoneheart really starts to fuck me. There’s no slow roll of hips, this is messy and loud. I cry out, but he doesn’t slow.

“Is my wife getting bored with me and our demon so quickly? Do you need a reminder that you’re ours?” Stoneheart grinds his knot against my entrance, and I nearly dissolve in whimpers.

“No,” I gasp. My thighs shake, but Ben holds me steady for each impact of the growly gargoyle. It’s a surprise his knothasn’t somehow slipped in with the force of his movements. “I want you with me.”

The cock that’s rearranged my insides hardens even more, and I breathlessly wail knowing what’s coming.

He hisses. “Now you have me.”

My husband’s cock swells and throbs as he comes. Heat and pressure build deep in my belly, adding to the considerable stretch.

His fist grips his knot but presses against my pussy like he’s trying to keep that errant part of anatomy from invading me but can’t stop the temptation of trapping his release inside me through other means. He groans and pulses again, and I moan low in my throat at the unforgiving pressure.

“Holy fuck,” I sob.

Ben huffs a laugh. “I’d hardly call this holy.”

I try to laugh, but the hot release filling me starts to spill out. Stoneheart starts to pull away and his seed gushes from me and onto Ben who’s stopped laughing and moans while watching the sight.

I can hardly focus on that because with the new emptiness comes a confusing rush of feelings. A gaping loss yawns in my chest, and I make a confused whimper.

I need.

I try to move my hips, but neither Stoneheart’s grip on my hips or Ben’s hold on my thighs release me.

The sob that had been from satisfaction before rises in my throat with an odd panic and turns into a whine. I’m so fucking empty. It’s as if I’ve become a sucking blackhole. The warmth of the moment is gone, and every muscle in my body attempts to curls in on itself.

“Stella?” Ben’s voice seems distant from the sensations raging through me.

I’ve experienced this sensation before, but it wasn’t nearly as world ending as it is now.

“Your knot,” I pant, looking back in desperation at my husband. “I need you to knot me.”

Stoneheart’s lips purse, and he shakes his head. My eyes squeeze shut. My throat swells with the thought that no matter how bare and stripped to my soul I am, he still won’t risk knotting me.

And in the wave of emotion coming down from this high there’s only despair. I’m drowning.

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