23. Chapter 23

Iparted my lips and let Aahil ease inside. Zhong was still doing his level best to drive me mad with the spanking and the little flicks of his tail against my overly-sensitive nipples. I was fast falling into the state of complete absorption in bodily pleasure that made it impossible to think straight. There was no time to tease and nibble, to slowly ease back his foreskin and devour him the way I wanted to. Aahil simply slid into my mouth in one slow, sure thrust, silently demanding that I take what he was giving me.

I moaned around his girth as he slid deep, doing my best to swallow around him and take him all. Then he pulled back and started fucking my mouth in time to the sound of Zhong"s hand falling across my abused flesh.

I wanted to reach for Aahil, but I couldn"t because I needed my hands to brace myself and stay where I was. Which was probably his entire plan. All I could do right now was take whatever these two gave me.

Aahil"s grip on my hair was tight, but not painful, and when I whimpered against his hard cock, he finally spoke again. "I think that"s enough for now, Zhong," he said, his sultry voice lower and huskier than usual as he continued to slowly, gracefully fuck my face.

Zhong stopped spanking me, smoothing his hand over my ass in a loving caress instead. "Yes, Syd."

I glanced up to see Aahil"s sinful smile at Zhong"s use of the title. "I"ll bet our witch is dripping wet," he purred. "Check for me. I want to see two of your thick fingers sinking into her pussy."

I kept my eyes on Aahil as the jinn used both hands to cup my face and keep me right where he wanted me. His sharp features softened as his eyes met mine. But then Zhong slipped a hand between my legs and stroked my sensitive flesh. I moaned, and Aahil"s gaze grew hungry and feral again.

"She"s dripping wet," Zhong said, his deep voice like a rumble of thunder through the room. Then he slid one big finger inside me.

I writhed, trying to lift my hips up and fuck myself on that thick digit. But he still held me down with the other hand on my low back. By the time he worked his way up to two fingers, I was a mess. Aahil"s cock was a burning heat that I wanted inside me. I couldn"t get enough of the hint of hot cinnamon and power that I tasted on my tongue as I lapped at the pre-come that leaked from his slit. But he drew back, tucking himself back into his pants, leaving me free to gasp and plead, and to demand that they stop torturing me.

"On the bed on your hands and knees," Aahil told me evenly, jerking his head in that direction. "And if you talk back one more time, I"ll have the gargoyle go back to spanking you, rather than letting him destroy your pussy with that monster cock he"s hiding under those pants."

I clamped my lips together immediately. My poor ass couldn"t take anymore torture. And I definitely wanted the monstrous cock.

Aahil chuckled. Not his dark, cynical, dangerous chuckle from old times, but a new, almost playful, domineering sound that said he saw me, and he was more than happy to give me what I wanted as long as I played along.

I was on my hands and knees on that bed in record time. My ass throbbed with heat on the way, and I was pretty sure if I were to look in a mirror, I"d find out that my ass cheeks were lobster red. But it was so worth it.

Aahil once again knelt before me, but this time he didn"t touch. He just sat back on his heels again and watched, those molten gold eyes taking in the view with an expression of pure hunger. I felt his magic reaching out for me, probably for Zhong too, the sensual side of the jinn taking over completely as he drew power from our desire, as he fed off our pleasure in a way that caused humans to make up stories about incubi.

"Strip," he told Zhong. "I want to see if your dick matches the rest of you, gargoyle."

Zhong stood beside the bed and did as he was told, and I turned my head to watch. My gargoyle was a masterpiece. A work of art more perfect than any sculptor could ever create. Miles of smooth, marble gray skin stretched over bulging muscle. His broad shoulders and chest tapered down to a narrow waist, with perfectly cut Adonis Vs on either side. Thick thighs accentuated the terrifyingly massive dick. His big bat wings spread out to either side of him and arched overhead into clawed points. His sharp fangs showed as he ran a hand through his tightly coiled gray curls and over one curling black horn.

"Syd?" he asked nervously, his tail lashing behind him when Aahil didn"t immediately give him another command.

I glanced away from the perfection before me to see what Aahil was doing. But the jinn was just kneeling there, staring. His gold eyes slid over Zhong"s body from head to toe, then back up again, no expression on his face.

I wasn"t sure if it was deliberate torture making the gargoyle stand there under his inspection, or if Aahil was truly so impressed that he"d gone speechless. But then the jinn smiled, slow and sultry, his gaze finding mine. "You have amazing taste in protectors, witch," he purred. Then he arched a brow at Zhong. "Get over here and fuck her before she dies of want."

Zhong moved surprisingly fast for such a big guy. The bed creaked as he settled behind me, his big hands coming to rest on my hips. Then he lined up his gigantic cock and slowly pressed into my aching core.

I made a bunch of very embarrassing sounds as I stretched to accommodate Zhong"s colossal size. But I managed not to actually talk or make demands, half afraid that Aahil really would make Zhong stop and go back to spanking me if I disobeyed him. It was a miracle, really.

I let out a breathless "fuck," when Zhong decided I"d had enough time to acclimate to his girth and pulled back, just to plow into me a little harder and a little faster with each thrust, filling me completely and then some.

And the entire time, I felt Aahil"s eyes on me, felt that lusty gold gaze drinking me in as heady sex magic coiled around us, urging us higher.

"Harder," Aahil demanded at one point. "I want you to ruin her, gargoyle. Don"t come until you do."

And that was the permission Zong needed to tip over from submissive servant to complete beast. He stopped holding back, stopped acting like he might break me, and instead, he took what he wanted. I couldn"t take all of him, but he still slammed into me so deep that I cried out and slumped forward, face mashing into the mattress, fingers clutched in the blankets as he tried to rearrange my organs with his monstrous cock.

And I loved every fucking second of it.

I came fast and hard, but still he kept going. Aahil"s voice was a low, silky counterpoint to my sobbing and Zhong"s grunts of effort, urging us on, telling Zong not to stop until I was screaming.

Two orgasms later, he got what he wanted. My entire body convulsed again, sweat dripped out of every pore, and I felt like I would turn inside out with the force of my climax. A hoarse scream ripped from my throat as my vision whited out with pleasure.

"Come," Aahil whispered, half command, and half spell. "Fill her up until you"re nothing more than an empty husk, while her pussy milks you for more, gargoyle."

Zhong roared as he did just that, his giant cock pulsing inside me, filling me with the heat of his release. Unnaturally hot, graceful fingers traced over my sweaty cheek and brushed the hair back from the one side of my face that wasn"t currently smooshed into the blankets. Aahil"s magic called to my own even now. "Again," he commanded me in a sultry whisper, and I couldn"t stop my response to his command even if I tried. I came again, clenching around Zhong"s spent cock, sobbing breathlessly into the blankets, wondering if my heart might explode from the strain.

I think I blacked out for a while. When I opened my eyes again, I was tucked into my bed between Zhong and Aahil, and I was pretty sure someone had cleaned me up a bit. My entire body was heavy and lethargic, and I couldn"t seem to form a coherent thought to save my life. I recognized the floaty, detached feeling that came whenever Aahil led me down the rough sex path to bliss.

"Aahil," I said, reaching out to slide my hand over his still-bare chest. "You"re a demon."

He scoffed. "Now you"re using human slurs against me? After the gift I just gave you? Ungrateful witch."

I sank into his heat, my tiny demon with the fire inside. "I should go do things," I murmured. "Save the house. Save the world. Something."

But Aahil just pressed a finger to my lips. "Shut up, witch. Do you think I just did all that work wearing you out for nothing? Go to sleep, Andy. You can save the fucking world when you wake up. If you want to." He shrugged. "Personally, I think the whole place deserves to burn. But you can do your whole soft-hearted thing after you rest."

Zhong"s big hand smoothed over my hip, and he curled behind me in big spoon position as I rested my head on Aahil"s shoulder. "I can"t believe I"m saying this," the gargoyle rumbled. "But I agree with the jinn. You needed this. And now you need to pass out for a long time and stop worrying before it eats you up. You"re no good to anyone if you"re not at your best."

"Enough talking," Aahil muttered. "Why are you all so sappy after sex? It"s disgusting." Then a wave of magic that was laced with compulsion crept into his voice–the same flavor of magic that he could use to possess a human, if he had access to his full magic reserves. "Go to sleep, Lovell."

But as I drifted off to sleep, I smiled, because I was pretty sure I felt a graceful hand stroke through my hair, and a soft pair of too-warm lips brushed my forehead.