Page 43 of Evil Hearts

Idris slid his single finger out and then pressed two in. She moaned, then made a frustrated sound and moved her hips against his fingers.

“Doesn’t this feel good?” he teased as he brought his other hand up to start working her clit. The little nub of nerves was sensitive after the previous orgasm, but his touch was gentle as if he was testing how much pressure to apply.

“I know you want a cock inside you, but you’ll have to be content with this,” he said. “We don’t want to accidentally get you pregnant and there aren’t any condoms,”

“She-she-she—” Reed tried to talk but stuttered over the first word with a shudder. “Oh god her mouth feels good!”

“She what?” Idris asked, his fingers still moving with agonizing slowness on her sex.

“She’s not near her ovulation,” Reed said, his voice a little shaky. “I can smell it. She won’t get pregnant.”

“Reed, pull away,” Silas ordered. Reed whimpered but obeyed without hesitation. At the same time he took his dick out of her mouth, Silas captured both her wrists and held them in the air.

“I wasn’t d-d-d-done!” she protested, trying to tug her hands free.

“You’re going to get all your toys back,” Silas said with a smirk. “But first you need to answer a question. Can we fuck you without a condom? None of us carry human disease and Reed is sure you’re not ovulating, but the final decision is up to you. Saying no means we keep using our hands and mouths. You’re still going to be pleasured either way.”

It was much harder for Cassi to focus on Silas’s words than she expected. Forcing herself to really process what he was saying, she realized the dilemma.

She either trusted them or she didn’t.

Trust meant believing that Reed could accurately tell if she was ovulating, and that Silas was telling the truth, and these preternatural men couldn’t carry diseases she’d normally need to be wary of.

It was true that she was here as payment to save her sister, but she had chosen to have sex with these men, none of them had pressured her. Even now, she knew that if she tapped or said no, they would all back off and let her leave.

In the end, she had to go with her gut. Every instinct in her was screaming that she could have absolute faith in these men. They’d never willingly disappoint her.

For tonight at least, she was their queen, and they were going to worship her.

Feeling in control and powerful, she met Silas’s gaze. “I wa-wa-want it all.”

Silas smiled down at her, his fangs showing. “Then that’s what you’ll have.”

Idris’s hands rubbed up and down the insides of her thighs a few times while Reed shuffled back into place. She moved her head back into position and greedily sucked him into her mouth while snapping the fingers of her other hand to demand Silas put himself back in her hand.

While this was happening, Idris shifted her body a little, then she felt the tip of his dick probing her entrance. He eased himself in, hissing out a breath.

“She’s so fucking tight, I won’t last.”

“You’ll last.” Silas’s words sounded like a demand.

“I’m not gonna last either,” Reed said.

“Both of you can climax when she does,” Silas said. His words seemed to have some kind of power because Reed and Idris shook and moaned.

“You need to come for me baby,” Idris said as he started pushing inside her. One hand let go of her thigh, and his thumb found her clit. He rubbed with even, smooth pressure, even after he finally filled her to the hilt with his massive dick.

He was big, but to her utter shock, it didn’t hurt. She felt full and needy, but there was no pain, not even an uncomfortable stretching. It was as if her body had magically adjusted to allow for maximum pleasure.

Maybe that’s what happened, he was a gargoyle after all. It’s not as if she knew all the different ways their magic affected the world around them!

Groaning with pleasure, she sucked harder on Reed, working his dick with more intensity.

“I think she wants you to move,” Reed said, voice trembling. She paused to give him a little nip at the tip in agreement. “Oh yeah, she wants you to move!”

Idris kept his thumb in place as he pulled out. With only his tip in her, he thrust in again. That was it! That was the motion she wanted!

She started breathing hard through her nose as Idris set a steady rhythm with both his hips and his thumb. Tension built inside of her, delicious and torturous at the same time. She tried to press her hips up to meet his thrusts, but he moved his hand from her thigh to her belly to keep her still.

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