Page 27 of Hearts of Stone

“Mine…” he growled, fangs bared, but this was a dream, my dream, so I just smiled in response.

“Ours,” Carrick reminded him crisply, right as he shoved his fingers deeper.

He made his claim clear as his fingers pulsed wetly in and out of my body, my cunt snapping tight, trying to cling to them and hold them inside me, but despite the fact they called me mistress, they were in control. Carrick drew me up, up, up, the waves of pleasure spiralling tighter, harder, as the pad of his claw rubbed persistently at my clit.

“Ours to please. Ours to toy with. Stop holding yourself back, Graven. She’s everything you could possibly want and she’s right here.”

This dream was getting away from me, the logic of it lost. They were having a conversation with each other that I didn’t understand and had no hope of trying to, as my body arched. I felt like a bow pulled taut, all the power they stirred inside me ready to be unleashed.

In more ways than one.

“Look at you, my beautiful lass,” Carrick said in a tone damn close to reverence and that’s what had my eyes flicking open to look down.

Graven was sucking my nipple with greedy swallows, the powerful roll of his tongue squeezing every drop of pleasure out of me, but that’s not what caught my attention. Right as I teetered on the edge of something magnificent, lights started to glow. One between my breasts, another at my belly and another further down. The one in my groin flickered, like a fire just getting started, pulsing in time with every thrust of Carrick’s fingers. I spread my arms wide and saw answering points of light on my palms.

“Your power is rising,” Carrick explained, but that told me nothing, “and you with it. Come on my fingers and we’ll give you more. Come for me now, so you’ll be soft and slick and sated, and when we push ourselves inside you, there’ll be only pleasure, no pain.”

That last bit tugged at me, insisting that I pay attention to it, but I couldn’t. I was held close, stroked, words of encouragement whispered in my ears and that’s what did it to me. Not that someone or someone’s were getting me off, but that all of their focus was on that.

Like I mattered.

I threw my head back and felt it cushioned on Carrick’s shoulder, his voice soothing now, right as my whole body jerked. Graven was still feeding on my breasts, as if he could absorb my pleasure that way, but that’s not how it worked. Because when the final shudder passed through me, a low chuckle starting in the base of my throat at the delirious feeling pulsing inside me, Carrick reached past me and pushed the other gargoyle backwards.

Graven fell back on his hands, revealing his entire body. Before, I’d found his massive size overwhelming, but now my eyes trailed down the broad chest, those comparatively narrow hips and then zeroed on the cock that arced up hard against his stomach. It’d changed during all of this, growing harder, the head an angry red, not pink, but that’s not what caught my attention. Carrick pulled his fingers free, licking them like a cat as I moved forward.

“What…”

I was being far too brazen, clambering over Graven’s body like it was just a thing, then sliding my finger up the length of his shaft. Because under the skin, small protuberances had formed.

“Ah…!” Graven’s hand jerked in reaction to my touch before he closed it over mine and he pushed it gently away, his whole body working as he sucked in breaths. “I’m too close, lass.”

“She’s looking at your pearls, brother,” Carrick said, moving so his body hovered over mine. “But you’re welcome to look at mine.” He winked at me. “My control is perfect.”

“Perfect, my—” Graven growled, but Carrick took my hand and settled it around his cock.

What he called pearls seemed like just that, small, smooth, hard balls just under the skin of his shaft, they rolled back and forth as I moved my hand experimentally. Carrick’s smile faded, something desperate replacing it.

“Perhaps I overest…” he groaned.

“Struggling, brother?” Graven said, moving closer. He seemed to have gained some control back, but there was still something wild in his dark eyes. “Work your hand up and down, lass. Feel the pearls shift under the skin.” Carrick seemed to feel every bit of that, his fangs digging into his lips. “Trace every single one with your fingertips.”

I did just that, marvelling at how they moved, each one trapped it seemed in a small pouch under his skin, until I reached this one.

“What’s…?”

I was almost afraid to ask, the ‘pearl’ here the size of a large marble. Carrick let out a strangled sound as I toyed with it.

“That one?” Graven settled in behind me, tugging me back so I sat pressed against him. “That one is a special one for every gargoyle. A woman takes that one, stretches herself to fit it inside her, well, it triggers something magical. All of the pearls will rub over the spot she needs it the most, and right when she reaches her peak?”

I squeezed my hand around Carrick’s shaft on instinct, somehow knowing what would happen. The gargoyle’s whole body stiffened as a helpless little spurt of cum escaped him.

“Goddess, just like that, lass…” Carrick moaned. “Just like that.”

His hips worked in time with my strokes, each one drawing a strangled sound from the beast.

“What’re you going to do with him?” Graven paraphrased my own question, putting it back to me. “He won’t take long—”

“My control is like iron!” Carrick protested, right when it was becoming clear it wasn’t. Pearly grey liquid, like quicksilver, formed at the head of his cock, then slid down his shaft to lubricate my palm. “But I can think of a far better use for my pearls.”

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