Page 69 of The Huntsman's Heart
The flush on Raban’s cheeks is adorable. Alaric increases the tempo of his thrusts until it shakes Raban’s body. “So good. You feel so good,” he chokes out.
“Good,” purrs Alaric. “Then get back to work and do not leave her neglected.” He guides Raban’s face back to my pussy, but my pretty gargoyle hardly needs any encouragement. As soon as his lips mean my wet slit, he mons again and begins licking and sucking me frantically while Alaric keeps pumping into him in a steady rhythm. He looks so hard and intimidating with muscles and tendons in his neck and shoulders standing out starkly. But I see the softness beneath. The care he puts into fucking Raban for me is the perfect example. I see him watching and listening to make sure he’s bringing only pleasure. I see the tender way he touches the other male.
Évandre and Corvin lie down one on either side of me and take my nipples into their mouths, and for a moment I’m lost in my own sensations of pleasure. Firm suckling on my breasts from both sides and determined licking on my clit has my mind scattered and warmth welling in my core. As my orgasm swells to take me over, my gaze flies to Alaric and our eyes lock.
His are like blue fire, burning into me even as he thrusts into Raban, so that when I climax I can see the exact moment he realizes. His rhythm falters. His eyes widen and he devours my pleasure as I roll over a precipice and tumble through the sweetness of my release.
Alaric
Raban’s hole tightens around me as our princess cums on his tongue. Even without the extra squeeze, I’m damned close to spilling inside him. I did not expect her pretty gargoyle to feel so soft and supple. Or to moan so sweetly. It took me a moment to get used to the tail, but he arches and takes me so well it didn’t take me long to find myself thrusting hard into him, lost in it, fucking him as I would fuck a woman. As I would fuck Guin if she’d let me.
As sweet as he is, I cannot watch Guin cum without wishing I was inside her, feeling her tight cunt flutter around me. I’m so close but not close enough. The one thing I cling to as I watch her cum is that I’m part of it. I’m pleasing her, even if it’s not my cock in her pussy.
Raban whimpers, pushing back on me, but if I know my princess, she has other plans for him yet.
I pull back. Impulsively, I use a firm hand on the back of his neck to draw him up and capture his lips, still wet with her salty flavor. I’ve never kissed another man before. Perhaps it’s only the taste of pussy on his lips, but the slide of our lips and tongues together is addictive, seductive. When I eventually pull back, I find Guin smiling at us.
“You have not finished yet, have you?”
I shake my head. “No, princess.”
“Good. Because I want you to cum inside me, but you’re not getting my cunt until you’ve serviced every one of them.”
My mouth drops open. Does she think I am also made of stone? Rather than protest, I simply nod. “As you wish.” Yet it’s not a hardship to run my hands over two more supple bodies, to thrust myself into their waiting mouths. It’s only difficult to hold back and wait to release in her.
“Help get him ready for you,” she commands them. But my cock is still rock hard, jutting out from my body, on display for her. No need for any help.
Raban lies on his back to lick and suck my balls while Corvin and Évandre share my cock, and soon I cannot take any more. Pressure rises, tightening my sac, forcing moisture to bead at the tip of my cock, which the two gargoyles lap away eagerly. “Enough! I’ll have nothing left for the princess at this rate.”
They stop reluctantly. Gods, how am I going to see to all three of them and her too?
Guin slips a hand to her clit and strokes herself slowly. “Keep going.”
I grit my teeth. I want nothing more than to push her hand away and bury my face there, but if she says I must earn it, then earn it I shall.
“Lie here,” I tell Évandre, positioning him on his back with his head in the princess’s lap. Corvin and Raban set to pleasing Évandre with their mouths, and with their asses in the air, they are mine. But instead of taking it in turns to fuck them, I lick one finger of each hand and tease at their holes until they open for me. Their holes are just as tight and sensitive as a woman’s cunt, and soon I find the spot in each that has them panting and moaning, trembling and close to the edge. It satisfies me to bring them to the brink like this, working their boy pussies as I would pleasure two women. Perhaps I’m not so ill equipped to please the princess this way.
My cock is still hard and leaking while I finger them, and the sounds I draw from them suggest they’re feeling equally as aroused. Guin holds Évandre and pets his hair, and I have to turn away from the look of ecstasy on his face. For a moment jealousy threatens to burn a hole in my belly.
Raban is first to be overcome. Not surprising after the fucking I gave him earlier. His tail flicks up and his back bows. His littlehole squeezes tight around me, trying to force out my finger. “That’s it,” I tell him, refusing to stop. “You’re going to cum hard for your princess, aren’t you?”
He lifts his head from Évandre and cries out. “And for you.” His body tightens around me. My cock jumps at the adoration in his voice.
A moment later Corvin is panting too, pushing back against my finger. “Me too. I want to cum with him.”
I work them both until my arms ache, until they’re whimpering and pleading incoherently. Then they succumb to me one after the other, trembling and melting into the mattress, their boy pussies convulsing around my fingers.
Slowly I withdraw my hands and stroke down their furry thighs. “You did well,” I tell them. “Did they please you, princess?”
Guin nods. The smile on her face is radiant. “Very much. And so have you. Will you finish your task?”
Does she even need to ask? Corvin and Raban roll to the side, watching as I crawl forward and position myself between Évandre’s legs. Guin has him lying against her body with her legs on either side, so when I lean over them and position my cock at his tight hole, it feels almost as if I’m readying myself to mount her.
The thought makes my needy cock jump in my hand, and I have to press my eyes closed and breathe through it for a moment until the pleasure recedes. I’m so close. I can’t fail her now. But my pride won’t allow me to take the easy way out.
Fisting my shaft, I bring the head to his entrance. The golden-haired gargoyle lifts his legs up, tucking his knees up to his shoulders and exposing himself further for me. He is smooth, tight balls tucked up close to his body, hard cock straining against his belly, waiting for me.
He’s beautiful. His golden hair falls in curls over his temples and his lips are full and parted. Évandre is more clearly masculine than Raban, though, whose long lashes and slender features would not be out of place on a handsome woman. Évandre’s strong chin and muscular physique are unmistakably male. Yet my cock is hard as ever, and I have an undeniable curiosity about what it might be like to kiss him.
