Page 47 of The Huntsman's Heart
Dampness spreads across my crotch as my cock leaks with pent up need, but no one is paying attention. I’m merely a plaything as her gargoyles take turns using me. They’re egged on like I am by the sounds of her growing pleasure.
“Harder!” she urges them.
Not that they need any encouragement. My throat burns as they thrust into my mouth over and over. My eyes water.
My hands are numb, the rope at my wrists cutting off feeling as I tug at my restraints. My cock tents the fabric of my trousers, the rub of material against the tip a torment when what I really want is her.
When she pushes the hand of her gargoyle aside and replaces it with her own, I moan around the thick cock in my mouth. I want to tell her to take it, to make herself cum for us, but my mouth is full and my breathing is labored.
The princess cries out, bucking in the arms of her lover, and I nearly explode watching. The angelic gargoyle lets out a huff of breath, and I feel his dick throb inside my mouth.
She’s even more impossibly beautiful when she cums, her head thrown back on his shoulder, her red lips parted on her moan of pleasure.
A moment later she looks at us. “Are you close, Corvin? Évandre?”
They nod.
“I want it on his face, covering him.”
I groan. The shame of it sears pleasure through my core.
The one with his cock in my mouth pulls back, and they both fist their cocks and stand over me. Moving their hands frantically, they aim for my face just as the princess instructed. Then with a grunt, the dark-haired one lets loose and warm, wet liquid splashes across my cheek. A second later, the other releases too, over my lips and tongue, the salty flavor tainted with something potent now. He sighs.
Finally, the third gargoyle releases the princess and steps forward. He fists his curved cock and lets go across my face to join the mess left by the others. I blink as a stinging drop slides into my eye.
Guinevere lifts on her toes to kiss each one of them in turn, pressing soft lips to their ears to whisper words I do not catch. Then she steps back from them. “Make me a bath. I want to wash. Fetch the dogs to watch our prisoner.”
I stare at her in disbelief. She’s going to leave me like this? Not even a cloth wiped across my face to clear away the evidence of my use. If I was free I’d be tempted to grab at her, to try to take what I need by force.
I’m glad I’m not.
I swore to myself I wouldn’t do that to her again. No matter how much I might think I want it, it felt like ashes in my mouth last time, not worth the cost.
“Are you not even going to free me now?”
She looks down at me with a cruel smile on her face. “I think I have already indulged you far too much tonight.”
Then she calls the three hounds who sniff around me and growl every time I move, while she disappears behind the stone walls with the lucky ones who get to touch and hold her, to bask in her approval while I sit marked by their pleasure with my cock still throbbing in my pants and my face sticky with their spend.
Guinevere
I miss sleep.
It is amazing to me how much I used to take it for granted and how I miss the ability to still my mind for a time. With no sleep there is no escape from the thoughts which worry away inside me, refusing to be quieted. The only time I have any respite is when I’m with my gargoyles, exchanging pleasure. I hate to admit it, but last night, toying with Alaric the way we did, gave me the greatest release I have felt since he turned me into whatever it is I am now.
I spend much of the day thinking back over the way his eyes on me made me wetter than I’ve ever felt and made every touch, every sensation, a thousand times stronger.
By dusk I’m pacing, unable to keep still, mind whirling over all the reasons I have to hate him, body ignoring every single one.
The bucket of water I slosh into Alaric’s face makes his eyes fly open and makes him splutter. I know he can’t have been sleeping, but it’s still satisfying to have caught him off guard. I cut him loose before the sun dips below the trees, while the gargoyles still slumber on their pedestals. “Well, are you going to attack me? Tie me up and take me back to Blackthorn?”
He stands, accepting the cloth I hand him and wiping his face slowly, keeping watch on me as if it’s me who can’t be trusted. “No. You seem restless, princess. Could it be that all those handsome gargoyles could not satisfy you after all?”
I lift my chin and glare at him. “Was once not enough? Would you continue what was started last night?”
His jaw tenses, but I sense the hunger in his gaze and the way it roves over me. “Once could never be enough. After watching you last night I do not think any number of times would be enough. You made a point to leave me unsatisfied.” Reaching down, he cups the growing bulge in his trousers and I can’t helpbut look. I can’t help but be excited at the thought of how much he might endure to have me again.
“What a shame. I might have spared more thought for your pleasure if I thought you capable of giving a woman pleasure in return. From what I remember, you care only for your own.”
