Page 41 of Her Tortured Beasts

Ghoul opens his mouth anddrinks, swallowing down the venom with relish.

“Sick fuck,” Xander mutters.

I stare down at the basilisk in wonder, never feeling so horny in my life. “Fuck me.” I grab his masked face in both hands, staring deep into the red points of light. “Right now.”

He chuckles and walks me over to the bed, laying me down before glancing at Xander.

The dragon comes to stand on the other side, the cherry glow of the joint flaring up before he exhales smoke into the air. He hands the thing to me.

“Smoke it.”

“Oooh!” I say excitedly, carefully taking the thing between my thumb and index finger. Lying on my back, the joint makes pretty smoky patterns in the air. I soar it over my head like a plane, admiring the swirls it makes. “Wow!”

Xander snarls and snatches it out of my hand. “Stop that.” He kneels on the bed and leans over me. I look up at him in awe, but he presses the joint to my lips. “You suck on it.”

“Like a cock?” I say sweetly.

He takes the opportunity to place it further into my mouth and I’m aware of Ghoul opening up his bag on my other side.

I inhale on the joint, but cough on the smoke, turning to the side and rubbing my sore throat.

“It takes practise,” Ghoul chuckles.

“Useless,” Xander mutters. He places the joint in his own mouth and presses his first two fingers to my lips.

“What are you doing?” I say muffled, frowning at the hot, nasty dragon.

“I’m proving I can withstand you,” Xander says between clenched teeth. “I’m proving you have no control over me.”

“Yes, of course,” I coo, wriggling my hips. “Let’s see how well you can do.”

“Then suck.”

Eagerly, I open my mouth and let Xander’s fingers in, swirling my tongue around. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the slightly salty taste of his flame-kissed skin.

Xander tugs his fingers out of my mouth and climbs onto the bed, pushing me in the centre of the chest so I go falling back.

“I never signed your silly contract,” he says, his eyes fixed on my pussy. “What was your safe word again?”

“Fairy bread!” I say excitedly, spreading my legs.

“Right,” he mutters, before pressing his wet fingers to my wet slit.

I hiss, arching my hand and reaching for his responsible wrist. “Yes!”

“You’re already so swollen,” he frowns. “Is this normal?”

I raise my head to stare at his fingers, gently brushing a circle around my lips. “Uh-huh. I get really wet too.”

A low buzz sounds, and I turn to see Ghoul waving a purple vibrator at me. But Xander is dragging his fingers, coating themwith my hot slick, driving me absolutely feral with desire. “In me,” I pant, raising my hips. “In. Me.”

Xander’s jaw ticks, and I don’t know if he’s doing as well as he thinks. But he shakes his head. “Not today. Not ever.”

I groan in frustration, thumping the bed with a fist. “Then give me someone who will!” I leap for Ghoul, completely catching him off guard, and we both go crashing to the floor. I shove him onto his back and he lets me, before I sit on top of him and grind against his trousers. I do a test bounce, watching my breasts jiggle.

Ghoul chuckles before grabbing me around the waist and somehow managing to stand and throwing me onto the bed.

I roll onto my stomach and present my ass into the air, fingering my pussy and sliding my fingers all the way inside. Moaning as finally something is in me, I pump my fingers in and out.

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