Page 12 of The Stones for It
I jolted like I’d been struck by lightning. Intense sensation shot outwards from my clit, my inner walls convulsing around nothing.
The bastard flashed me a wicked smirk, a dark, violent thing, and raised his glistening tail again.
“Naughty.”Spank.“Mortal.”Spank.
I yelped with each slap the stony beast rained down, but I could feel myself growing wetter with every hit. Logically, I knew the gargoyle was holding back, using barely a fraction of his strength, but being helpless against his brutal pleasure was both terrifying and strangely freeing.
A curious part of mewantedto give in to his dominance.
But my stubborn side just couldn’t let go.
“Vile. Fae,” I snarled, chest heaving as I twitched in Neiron’s unyielding hold, yanking on the magic-forged chains that secured my hands.
The gargoyle squeezed my throat, reminding me of the other grip he still had on me.
He tutted. “Uh-uh, little human. If you keep being a brat, I’m going to shove my cock down your throat hard enough to choke you for real.”
My eyes bugged at the audacity, before a feral grin stretched my lips. “You’re not the only one with teeth.”
He chuckled. “But mine are much sharper, and I’m far more bloodthirsty.”
He released my neck and slapped his palm over the lower half of my face, his meaty hand big enough to smother my nose and mouth while cupping my chin all at once. He shoved my head into Neiron’s soft fur.
And struck.
Fangs slid into my throat before I’d processed his words.
A sharp sting registered, but it quickly melted into heat as the bastard fed from me in a long draw.
And then something blunt and cool shoved my panties to the side and forced its way into my pussy.
Too thick. Too deep. Even with how embarrassingly wet I was.
The stretch was instant and unlike anything I’d felt before. Its graduated shape didn’t have the bulbous head of a cock followed by a narrower shaft, but was more like getting fucked by a smooth cone of flesh.
I writhed and whimpered into my living gag, sensation rolling through me in harsh waves.
The thing inside me pulled back and slammed in once more. It thrust in time with the almost gentle pulls on myneck, swirling heat and bliss through my body. They met in the middle, creating an overwhelming shower of sparks I felt everywhere at once.
My hips rolled without my permission, trying to take more of the length as I fought with myself.
“Yes, that’s it, sweet siren,” Neiron groaned into my hair. “Take your pleasure. Let us make you feel good.”
His distinctly velvety fingertips crept beneath my dress as he slid my thighs higher up his arms, spreading me wider. He rolled and tugged at my nipples beneath the fabric, taunting me. Stringing me tighter and tighter.
I moaned louder, unable to move, chained between the two fae monsters who commanded my body. Between Neiron’s fiery heat and Vrath’s icy dominance.
The gargoyle released his bite with a rumbling growl. I could barely process the chilled air hitting the twin points that throbbed along my neck.
Vrath yanked my face down to meet the blazing red of his eyes. “Be a good girl for me, and break on my fucking tail. Now.”
The thickness of his ruthless tail between my legs pounded into me harder, and I panted against his hand smothering me. That looming feeling built, tightening my inner walls around the delicious invasion.
Leathery wings flared at Vrath’s back, making the horned bastard twice as imposing as he snarled with my blood across his lips.
I quivered against Neiron, hurtling towards that treacherous peak.
Something rubbed wetly at my clit, hypersensitive from the gargoyle’s earlier punishment, but the harsh friction clashed with the chaos of sensations, and unravelled me completely.
