on either side leading off to rooms that flash by so quickly, I can’t see in. “Kastros, next doorway, we’re through it!”
Kastros gives a nod.
There’s a pulse in the air, like a sudden pressure change, that makes my ears pop, and suddenly, my lady bits are on fire.
And it’s not from the llamas.
I let out a long moan. I feel Kastros’s grip tighten on my hand and Raz press closer against my back. Does he have a weapon, or is that his…? Damn, that’s a thick cock.
Behind us, there’s a noise like a braying donkey and then some snorting. I’m pretty sure the heavenly llamas are getting it on.
That thought right there should be a turnoff.
But Van’s lusted the shit out of the stairwell, so it’s not.
All I can think about is getting my guys’ hands on me. My nipples tighten under my shirt, and suddenly, I’m pissed I wore a bra.
Behind me, I hear Zolroth cry out, “Love! I need you!”
“I need your dick!” I call back.
Raz growls, and Akor lets out a wild whoop that should totally make me nervous we’re about to get caught. We’re being way too loud.
But do I get nervous? Nope. My clit swells up just thinking about Akor’s mouth on it, picturing his face between my thighs.
Van’s the only one of us who’s able to think at all through this haze of heated libido. “I think I might have done a little too much.”
“Really? A little? My dick’s the size of a double-decker bus! Wanker!” Zolroth curses.
“Shut. Up.” Raz growls at them from behind me as Kastros reaches the next landing and yanks me through an archway into a room that appears empty, save for a single golden chair facing the window. Next to it is a bucket full of sticks or handles…something unimportant.
Immediately, Kastros shoves me up against the cloud wall and kisses me, hard. His teeth nip at me and travel down my neck, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake.
Next to him, I hear Zolroth mutter, “Scoot over and share,” but I don’t bother to open my eyes and look at the two of them, because at least two sets of hands are ripping at my pants right now and another set is pinching my nipples through my bra and shirt.
If my demons are gonna get rough and naughty together, I don’t want them to stop.
I feel a set of horns brush up against my hand. At least, I think it’s a horn. My eyes fly open to check, and sure enough, Akor’s kneeling, sliding his hand up and down my leg. His buck-like white antlers protrude from his forehead, and he’s wrapped my fingers around one of the horns and is helping me stroke it up and down. “Touch me, cherry,” he pleads.
“Are we really doing this?” I ask, even as my hand starts to treat his horn like a dick. I slide up and down, caressing him, loving his little moans.
Meanwhile, Raz is guarding the door, stroking his own dick through his pants, his head on a swivel between watching the hallway for threats and watching us.
Zolroth and Van get my pants undone and shove them down to my knees.
“Spread those legs, love, and let us see that pretty cunt,” Zolroth commands, and the naughty words sound twice as delicious in his posh British accent. I spread my legs as far as I can with my pants still on and squeal in delight as Van and Zolroth both lean forward, each taking a hand to pull my lips apart. Then both of their tongues start to lap at me.
OMG. Is it weird that I stare down at them, loving the moments when their tongues hit each others’ just as much as I love the sensations rolling up my body?
Kastros leans back in and shoves my shirt and bra up to my neck, then leans down and sucks my nipple between his lips, and my view of tangoing tongues is lost.
But the sensations running through my system are totally worth it. I lean back against the cloud wall and almost laugh at the irony, because my head is literally in the clouds. I’m floating right now.
My head starts to buzz with anticipation as my orgasm builds. Akor’s hand engulfs mine, and he whispers, “Faster, cherry.” I stroke him faster and then reach out towards Kastros, who hasn’t let his horns protrude yet.
“I want your horns too, Kas,” I whisper.
A second later, my giant’s horns appear. They’re thick,