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Little tentacles tickled my balls as Gable’s naga stroked and massaged me. I didn’t know how he reached me, and didn’t care when it felt so damn good.

“You let go of my balls, Gable, and I’ll reconsider our truce,” I groaned into Luna’s shoulder.

“Wait until I fuck you, Hotshot,” Gable warned with a grin.

“Oh, yes. You two next, while I ride Blaze’s face.” Luna set down her demand, and I was ready to obey it.

I’d never been with a guy, but the idea had my cock throbbing in anticipation. Gable’s tentacles wrapped around my cock and tugged as if he couldn’t wait either. I groaned as they teased and massaged me.

His hands moved to her throat, collaring it. “Hotshot and I are gonna make you scream, Princess. Don’t hold back.”

I drove into Luna harder and faster in desperation to try my hand at some male action. I didn’t slow down until I had her on the edge, her whimpers scaling in pitch, her pussy spasming over me, her fingers desperately clawing to hold onto my neck as she rode her wave of pleasure. My orgasm hit at the same time as hers, and we coasted through it together.

We broke apart for a breather, the three of us kissing each other, Gable tasting of the apple cider he drank throughout the movie, his kiss hungrier and rougher than Luna’s.

“I’ll be back in a moment.” Gable left us in a tangle of arms and tongues.

I got lost in my bonded’s mouth and skin and didn’t notice how long he was gone until he returned, crouching beside us, inserting himself into our kisses, alternating between taking hers and my lips with his.

“You ready, Hotshot?” His hand came between our bodies, clasping my cock, running it between it his fingers and palm, hardening me instantly.

“Yes,” I croaked, moving Luna aside, ready for what he desired.

Gable shoved me down on my back and straddled my legs, rolling a rubber onto his cock and lubricating it. My ass contracted at the promise of intrusion. His sucker latched onto the head of my cock, drawing it inside almost to the hilt, and multiple foreskins rolled over me, encouraging me to groan and extend to full length.

“That feels like a—” I didn’t get the word out as he pulled back and snapped his hips at me, three layers sucking me at once.

Luna gasped and covered her mouth.

“A pussy?” Gable panted, hooking his hands under my knees, lifting me and pining my legs back. “It replicates one and feels like you’re fucking me, Hotshot.” He lined his tip with my ass, painting it with lube.

“By the Veil,” I gritted out. His sucker…pussy… whatever the fuck it was, felt just as good as being inside Luna, and I didn’t want him to stop.

“Get on his face, Princess.” Gable tapped her ass, sinking into me inch by inch. “Let’s ride him together.”

CHAPTER 19 - COLE

Melted copper dripped on my finger and burned my skin.

“Fuck!” I set the soldering iron in its brace, grabbed a rag, wiping the molten metal from my skin.

This would teach me for not concentrating. I was pretty messed up after my mom left, despite burying myself in work. I couldn’t get past that my mom wanted to stay in the Guardians to get revenge on the people who locked her up, when the warden offered her release a year ago. It felt like she prioritized justice over her relationship with me, and I went through my grief of saying goodbye to my mom in a different way.

I hadn’t met Luna for lunch in over a week. Initially, she gave me space to clear my head and have some time to process everything, and I appreciated her support. This morning, she said she’d bring lunch down to me as she didn’t want me to be alone and depressed.

I crossed to the far wall, flicking the latch on the first aid kit, opening it, and exposing bandages and a bunch of other wound care items.

“You okay?” Bruno called out, glancing up from the gadget he screwed together, his brow tight.

Injuries made him nervous from a budget perspective. The more incidents we experienced, the less funding we got, and our likelihood of getting more staff, new equipment, and a bigger space decreased.

“Just a little burn.” I didn’t give him any more, claiming a salt rinse, burn cream, and bandages from the kit and moving back to my desk.

He wasn’t supposed to know about my secret little project since it wasn’t on the roster of tech to develop. He turned a blind eye to a lot of my extra developments because they were regularly adopted into standard Guild technology, and we got a cut of the production royalties when they were sold to other branches. When this particular design was done, it would revolutionize the Guild and hopefully make us filthy rich.

Bruno came over to inspect the damage, admiring the glowing blister and burned skin. “You need to lodge an incident report form.”

“It’s just a little burn.” I finished with the saline bottle, tossed it in the bin and grabbed the cream.

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