Page 164 of Married to the Devil

The balcony doors open and our devil saunters in. “Naughty mates getting started without me.”

“She’s too much of a temptation,” Ben says.

Stoneheart hums in agreement, taking in the bridal lingerie. He sheared through the last set too quickly to be able to admire it. This bridal set has less structure than the last, barely being scraps of lace to make room for the fact my stomach and boobs are larger.

A fact that both my mates enjoy.

“That she is,” Stoneheart says. “Check to see how the plug is opening her ass. I find I’m too much in a hurry tonight to draw this out.”

The kilt the gargoyle wears falls to the floor at the same time as Ben spins me toward the bed and bends me over. My hands catch the edge and help me balance as I moan and present where a plug is nestled between my ass cheeks.

Ben pulls the strap of my lacy thong back and forth against the metal, and the rasp of it has my toes curling. He must be impatient as well because he changes the tension and allows the sodden garment to move past my hips and fall to the floor.

“Her pussy is pretty swollen,” Ben observes. “I think she’s been suffering as much as we have tonight.”

“It’s been a little torturous,” I say, still in good humor. Every move reminded me of what I’d be experiencing tonight. It’s a wonder I didn’t taunt either of them into breaking before now.

Ben drags his fingers up the back of my thigh and when he skips touching my pussy at all I want to sob.

He’s picked up some tricks from the Devil when it comes to torturing me.

Instead, Ben tugs on the plug, and my pussy floods at the heavy tightness of it.

“Oh!” I exclaim. I didn’t think I’d be so sensitive after wearing it all night long.

He presses it in again, and I clench on it with a gasp.

“It seems to have done a lot of the work of opening her up,” Ben says.

“Good. Take it out.” Stoneheart’s voice has a hard edge that makes me want to give in to all his demands.

I make a needy sound as Ben slowly pulls the toy from me. My asshole pulls against the metal. I hiss a breath when the widest part is about to leave me and whimper when Ben pushes it back in before tugging it again.

Stoneheart’s large hand runs down my back, his breath skating over my upturned ass. “Oh, firefly, you’re so sensitive here.”

The plug slips the rest of the way out, and an undignified high sound leaves me.

Now, I feel doubly empty and wet.

Stoneheart sits beside me on the bed and plucks me up, positioning me to straddle him before laying back.

“You sound like you need something before our demon claims your ass,” he says as his hard cock smears through where my arousal is gathered on my thighs and against my need-swollen pussy.

“Yes,” I say, nodding. I’m so primed that the head of his cock slides into my pussy on an easy glide. We both sigh at the stretch.

It only takes a couple thrusts for the flare of his knot to press against my opening, and I grind down. My lashes fluttering as I finally feel full for the first time tonight.

“Hungry, firefly.” Stoneheart chuckles. “If I knot you, there will be nowhere for our demon to fit.”

I don’t have the same instinctual compunction to take his knot as much as before. Probably because he gives it to me so freely now or perhaps because I’m pregnant, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still want the ache of his stretching me.

But this time I’m going to be stretched differently

I roll my hips, enjoying the feel of Stoneheart inside of me as Ben rounds the bed to the nightstand. He removes the bottle of lube we keep there.

It gets plenty of use between Stoneheart and him, but the gargoyle has been teasing Ben and me with this moment where Ben gets to lay first claim to my ass for weeks. Instructing Ben to slowly stretch me with his fingers before we all lose patience and dissolve into our usual intimacies.

Now I watch my demon mate stroke his lubed cock as he approaches and squeeze around the gargoyle inside me.

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