Chapter 13

"Now, we take you to your room and ravish you like the thirsty girl you are after you spent the afternoon rubbing yourself all over my friend here."

This comes from the perverted gargoyle who lurks outside my bathroom window.

I know it's him because the shape of his smooth horns is the same, as is the wolfish way he looks at me, even though he looks a little more human like this. He has dark, intense eyes, and dark hair which is short on the sides and longer on top.

He stares at me like he wants to devour me, and given the way I'm finally accepting my missing sanity, I might just let him…

His words earn him a slap across the back of the head from the biggest gargoyle, the massive one from the herb garden. Even without the cheeky one's words alluding to my afternoon activities, I'd know it was him. His size is incomparable to the other two. He's enormous. Built and so muscular. There's something so commanding about his presence, and when his dark gaze lands on mine, I fall under his spell, willing to do whatever he commands with a single look.

That only leaves the smaller, but by no means small, gargoyle lingering near the back. He seems more hesitant, waiting with wide, light eyes to see what happens next while the other two tussle. This must be my mysterious hair braider, the softer one from the graveyard whose edges are smoother, his skin tone lighter, his hair paler.

For a moment I'm mildly impressed with my subconscious, for creating these larger than life monsters with bulging arms, tails, thick horns and wings. Who doesn't love wings? A protector, a caregiver and a…pervert?

The mind is a mysterious thing.

"Well, I suppose I have some free time," I joke, ignoring the bitter edge lacing my words. "You may as well come on in."

I have nothing but time. Endless loops of time, pockets of clarity combined with hours that vanish like grains of sand slipping through my fingers.

Stepping away and back into my room, I crawl onto my bed and sit waiting for them to enter.

For a moment, none of them move, and then suddenly the pervy one is rushing through my bedroom door and clambering onto my bed like a feral, starving animal.

Sharp claws wrap around my ankles, tips biting into my skin as he yanks me down the bed. I yelp, my nightgown riding up around my waist as I fall onto my back.

Forcing my thighs apart, he crawls up my body, and when he opens his mouth I just know he's going to bite me, but seconds before his mouth closes over my sensitive skin, he's pulled away.

"When will you listen, little gargoyle?" The largest monster growls, his large hand clamped on the back of the pervy one's neck as he pins him face down at the foot of my bed.

"Fuck you, Sax. You heard her. She invited me."

"You know better than that, Malachite."

"But, uh… Sax? He's right. We were invited in. That means she's ours now, right?" the smallest one asks quietly as he creeps closer.

Carefully, he places his knee on the bed beside me as his wings seem to retract and vanish. Tilting my head, I say nothing as he kneels beside me, hands on his thighs, just watching.

His tail sways side to side, dipping close to me before pulling away again, as if he's trying to stop himself from reaching out and touching me.

The pervy one – Malachite did he call him? – grunts and thrashes against the large, in charge, one called Sax.

"I just want a little taste…she belongs to me."

"She belongs to us."

"Wasn't I promised some sort of ravishment?" I joke.

Resting on my elbows, I watch the exchange with narrowed eyes.

If my shitty subconscious ruins this for me, I am not going to be happy when I wake from whatever fever dream this is.

"This feels a little more like a domestic quarrel than a filthy fantasy."

Sax grunts, "This disobedient gargoyle needs to learn some manners before I let him claim you."

"Aren't you all gargoyles?" I ask, confused. "Why do you keep saying it like that?"

"These fuckers aren't gargoyles," the pervy one brags, puffing out his chest. "They're grotesques. They can't gargle for shit."

I have no idea what he's talking about. I'm just about to open my mouth to say as much when he interrupts me with a growl. "Come here, princess, let me show you what I can do with this mouth."

"What did I say about calling me princess?" I grumble.

It reminds me too much of him. Carver. And how he treats me.

"Mal, it looks like you're desperate for another lesson in patience," Sax warns the impatient, foul-mouthed one who chased me and pinned me to the grass. My cheeks heat as I recall what else he did to me, and I swallow audibly. Who knew I wanted to be ravaged?

Mal's eyes snap to mine, and the hunger in his gaze is unmistakable. It's as if he knows exactly what I was just thinking about. My heart races, and I can't help but feel a tinge of excitement, laced with an edge of fear. I still don't know what's going on – this whole scenario isn't real anyway – but I can't deny the way it's making me feel. Alive. Again.

"Maybe you're right, Sax," I say, my voice low and uncertain. I scoot back on the bed as the two largest gargoyles…no, the gargoyle and largest grotesque continue to argue.

How does my brain even create this stuff? I don't think I've ever heard the term grotesque before, how did I pluck it out of my subconscious?

A small smirk tugs at Sax's lips as he meets my eyes.

"As you wish, little love." Sax pushes down on the back of Mal's neck with one hand, the other moving over what look like slits in Mal's back near the ridge of his shoulder blades. It must be where their wings retract and tuck away. Mal shivers as thick fingertips move over the fold of skin. "A lesson will be delivered."

I nod, trying to keep up, even though I know it's all a dream. Or a hallucination. But I don't want to focus on that right now. I want to be blinded by the magic and the mystery of it all. I want to be consumed by this fantasy until everything else just fades away. Just for a little while.

Mal, seethes, fighting against the hold he's trapped in, only going still when Sax's fingers push inside the wing fold. His eyes roll back and he groans softly, body melting into my sheets.

"But I've been so patient…" He moans, the impatient rage that had been simmering beneath the surface turning into whimpered desperation. "I waited, Sax."

His eyes lock onto my face, expression softening slightly as he reaches out for me. For a moment, a glimmer of something in his eyes makes my stomach flutter.

Sax grunts but says nothing as he adds another finger to the slit, two fingers teasing the opening, stretching and moving slowly. Mal writhes, making small noises as his hand clasps onto my ankle, gentler this time, his claws appear to have retracted just like the wings. He seems to use me as an anchor while Sax drives him slowly wild.

The smaller gargoyle – grotesque? – remains silent, his eyes still wide with interest. Where does he fit into this dynamic?

Swallowing hard, there's a sudden rush of desire coursing through me. This isn't real, it's a figment of my imagination but it feels so real. And I find myself wanting it all. I want the fear, the darkness, the need and the desperation. I want to be consumed by these monsters.

"Perhaps a taste, then," I say, my voice barely above a whisper before injecting a little force into my tone. "But I want you all to remember that this is my fantasy. I don"t belong to you. Any of you."

And if this is my fantasy, my break from reality, I want to remain in control even if I'm inexperienced.

Mal's eyes flash, and Sax loosens his hold, allowing him to move upright onto his knees.

"One small taste and then you submit to me," Sax murmurs against Mal's neck.

My heart races as I take in the three of them, their eyes fixed on me, their bodies poised for action. This dream, this crazy fever, feels like it's about to dissolve into a heated reality.

"Go on then, taste her," Sax commands gruffly.

There's mounting tension in the air as they move closer to me like a pack of apex predators slowly encircling their prey. Me.

I swallow, already feeling my control, my grip on reality, slipping. Sax's eyes meet mine, and there's something smouldering in his gaze despite his claims of the need for patience. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and enjoy the show.

Mal leans in towards me, placing one large hand on the bed next to my thigh, his lips almost brushing against mine before pulling away slightly. I lean my face upwards, chasing his mouth in an attempt to close the gap and he chuckles.

"Who said anything about tasting those lips, little dove?"

My cheeks burn and I squirm on the bed as an uncomfortable heat settles between my thighs. My body is fully on board with his plan.

"Mal—" the large grotesque warns with a low hiss, sending a shiver of need through me.

"Fine, fine! Don't get your tail in a twist!" He sighs. "One perfectly polite kiss on the mouth coming up!"

In the dimming light, Mal's lips finally gently press against mine. His kiss starts tender, slowly exploring, but soon turns possessive, like he's claiming me as his own despite my words of belonging to no-one. This is no polite kiss.

The gargoyle lied.

It shouldn't surprise me.

I should be annoyed with him, but instead I find myself returning his kiss with equal intensity, a fire building within me. Mal's hands cup my face, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Suddenly, Sax growls, and I realise that I'm intrigued by the tension between the two of them. And for some reason, I feel compelled to follow Sax's warning.

Breaking the kiss, Mal shifts back down towards the foot of the bed, only for Sax to yank him back against his broad chest. He's still kneeling on the bed, as if he's not willing to move away from me just yet.

The smaller grotesque shuffles closer to me as his tail weaves around my thigh gently. I don't think he's even aware of it. There's hunger in his eyes, but there is also a sense of reverence.

"May I move closer?" he asks nervously, with his face lowered. His voice is low but sultry, and I swear that I've heard it before.

I nod, not trusting myself to use my words yet. I may end up saying something crazy, like ‘Fuck me. Please. Now. Thank you.'

Experience isn't something I have a lot of and yet, something about the creatures in front of me seems to have my body and mind losing control. I want more. I want them in a way that makes no sense.

Clenching my thighs, ignoring the way my pussy throbs, I silence a soft moan.

But I forgot about the tail wrapped around my leg, and as the smaller grotesque shifts to sit behind me, he pauses and leans his head back with a heavy exhale.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Did…did that hurt?"

"I'm here to serve," he whispers, as he nuzzles into my neck. "You could never hurt me."

He positions himself at my back with his long legs either side of me, and one arm around my waist. Our new situation means his tail is higher up my leg, the tip moving dangerously close to my slit.

Together we sit on the bed, and watch as Sax says something to Mal that makes him swallow and nod eagerly.

"Are you jealous of Jas, little gargoyle?" Sax asks with a wicked grin at us.

Mal nods, mouth pulled into a tight line as he narrows his gaze at where Jas' tail rests and where his fingers are currently tracing light patterns across the fabric of my nightgown.

With a chuckle, Sax begins exploring every inch of Mal's body, hands roving possessively over his chest and waist like it's familiar territory.

Mal doesn't resist, instead leaning into the larger creature, giving him full access as he pinches his nipples.

My thighs clench again as Mal turns to look at Sax through half-lidded eyes, their bodies pressed against each other.

As Mal stretches up to kiss Sax, it's nothing like the kiss I shared with him. This is a brutal fight for dominance, a clashing of tongues and teeth and raw power.

My body responds to the sight before me, my own arousal growing. I watch in fascination as Sax kisses Mal's neck, his hands moving over his body in a way that seems to both please and torment Mal.

Grunting softly, Mal's eyes flutter shut, and he surrenders to the pleasure. Sax continues to kiss and bite his neck, slowly making his way down Mal's body. The air around seems to shimmer, and where there was only smooth grey skin, now there's a thick erect cock. A cock with a glistening head, twitching against his stomach, leaving pre-cum smudges on his toned muscles.

It's like nothing I've ever seen before, and my eyes widen involuntarily. I knew he was big from when he pressed and rubbed against me on the grass, but I've never seen a cock like it before. There are ridges up the shaft, slightly darker than the rest of the skin, and while they look like they may be painful, Mal seems to be in heaven as Sax wraps his fist around it and gives it a rough tug. Sax's hand moves slowly up and down, pumping Mal as he bites down on his neck.

"How?" I whisper, more to myself than anything.

But Jas's mouth moves along my shoulder, lips caressing my skin. "Magic."

Sax uses his large thumb to gather some of the pre-cum leaking from Mal's dick and smear it down his length like lube.

Shit, is my mouth watering?

Pushing Mal down onto all fours, Sax grabs his hips and places a hand between his shoulder blades, forcing Mal face down into the covers. He turns his face so that he can still see me, and the fucker smirks. Why is that so hot?

Our eyes stay locked on one another as Sax grabs his arse cheeks, pulling them apart before getting to his own knees and burying his face in Mal's crease.

Mal squirms but Sax's huge hands keep a firm grip on the grotesque, not letting him pull away.

"His tongue is sliding along Mal's crack, teasing the sensitive skin there," Jas murmurs in my ear, as I sink into his hold.

I can't believe I'm witnessing this, let alone participating in it. Sax brings a heavy hand down on the gargoyle's arse cheek, the loud sound mixing with Mal's moans and filling the air.

"Mal loves a bite of pain along with his pleasure. He loves it when Sax disciplines him."

Hands move up my body to cup my breasts through the flimsy fabric of my nightgown. His gentle ministrations on the exposed skin of my shoulder become more teasing, with open-mouth kisses and soft bites.

Jas' thumbs brush over the tight peaks of my nipples, and I swallow back a moan. His tail carefully tugs on my leg, making my thighs part.

I take a deep breath.

Sax's hands gently caress Mal's arse, before he gives him another spank, drawing a keening noise from the mouthy gargoyle.

But the sound quickly dissolves into a whining moan, and clawed hands fist my sheets, tearing into the fabric.

"He's fucking him with his tongue." Jas bites the fleshy part of my ear, as the tip of his tail sneaks beneath the hem of my nightie and slowly rubs against my pussy in light, lingering touches.

"It feels incredible. Sax has a powerful tongue. And he knows what to do with it." Jas tweaks my nipples, and I arch. Mal watches us with a burning gaze.

As Sax rims Mal's arse, I find myself wondering what it would feel like to have his tongue on me. I imagine the sensation of his rough skin against my delicate human flesh, and my breath hitches.

What would it feel like to have Mal's notched giant cock inside me while Sax eats him like he's the last meal of a starving man?

"Don't you even think about fucking me, Sax," Mal grunts, pretending to fight it, hissing at Sax as the grotesque slaps his arse again and slides his fingers inside Mal's tight hole. Seeing this display of dominance and submission is almost too much for me to handle.

Despite his protests, I can see that he's enjoying this almost as much as I am. He moves his hips, fucking himself on Sax's fingers before Sax cruelly withdraws them only to replace them with his mouth again.

"Mal is like a wild filly, he needs to be tamed," Jas says as he continues torturing my tits, tweaking and rolling my nipples between his talented fingers.

I'm so wet, I can feel the slickness as the tail flicks against me again. He's keeping me teetering on the edge, giving me just enough to make me crazy, but not enough to get me off.

"Uhh," I moan. "And what about you?"

Wrapping some of my hair around his fist, he pulls me towards him. His mouth lands on mine gently, but as I part my lips for him, he takes that as a green light. His tongue slides into my mouth as if he's desperate to taste every part of me, commit me to memory, and I lean into it. He tastes like sunshine and something almost fizzy.

"I just need to be loved." His words do something to me, and I look up at his face, silvery blue eyes burning into mine as if I'm the centre of his universe.

I don't know why I said that. It was like my mouth just moved on its own. Is she going to think I'm too soft? Too weak? That's what Mal thinks when he looks at me. I know it.

If I could blush, I would. Instead I lower my eyes, afraid of her rejection.

Warmth spreads across my cheek, as she places her hand on my face and tilts my face to hers. She has these big blue eyes, the colour of a natural spring, shades of cerulean mixed with flecks of grey and slate. I drown in them every time she looks my way.

"Kiss me," she begs, her lips ghosting over mine.

I give her what she wants. I'll always give her what she wants. She's ours. It's clear that she belongs here with us.

She tastes like honey and home. I push our kiss deeper and deeper, determined to devour her flavour.

Keeping one hand wound in her hair, binding her to me, I raise the other and tug on the dainty pink ribbon that keeps her covered. It comes undone easily, and the soft, almost sheer fabric parts, exposing the top of her breasts to us.

My fingers dance lightly over her skin, pushing the thin straps of her nightgown down her shoulders until the fabric sits at her waist.

I'm almost convinced she hasn't noticed how she's practically bare to us, except I feel her shudder against my mouth as she brings an arm up around the back of my head and kisses me like I'm her oxygen.

I'm in love. I have been since the first time I saw her. But now I've tasted her I know it'll never be enough. I can't go back to observing her from a distance. I need more. I need everything.

Mal grunts as Sax continues to work him over, bringing him too close to orgasm before backing off again. The noise distracts us, and we break out apart to watch.

Sax feasts on Mal's tight hole, fucking him with his fingers and his tongue, lapping at him until Mal looks like he's ready to cry.

Mal's body tenses, like a coiled spring and just when we think he's about to burst, pre-cum dripping from his monstrous cock, Sax gets to his feet.

"What. The. Fuck?" Mal growls. "I hate you, Saxon."

Sax just chuckles, winking at Ari and me as he grabs Mal's hair and shoves him further up the bed until his face is almost buried between Ari's legs.

"Didn't you promise to show our little dove what you can do with that mouth? Or was it all talk like usual, little gargoyle?" Sax climbs onto the bed, spreading Mal's legs with his knees so he can slot behind him.

Mal glares over his shoulder as he pushes up on his hands. "Stop calling me that, fucker."

His defiance earns him another arse slap, and while his words say he's furious, his cock continues to dribble onto the bed sheets, his own body betraying him.

"Prove me wrong, gargoyle." Sax takes his cock in his fist and moves it down Mal's crease, making him shiver when it glides over his asshole. "Make Arianwen come using only your mouth and I'll let you come. I'll even knot this perfect arse of yours."

I move both hands back to cup Ari's breasts, her skin warm and welcoming as I squeeze.

"Knot?" Arianwen whispers.

"It's magical," I tell her, sighing wistfully. "Just you wait."

My tail spreads her legs even further apart, before unwinding and flipping the hem of her nightgown up further.

Mal's eyes fix on her exposed cunt and he snorts, "With pleasure."

His claws dig into her creamy skin as he pulls her closer, earning him another slap from Sax. "Be gentle. She's precious."

"I am aware of who she is. She's mine," he snarls.

Having Sax at the reins seems to have given Ari a boost of confidence as she reaches out and grabs his chin with her fingers. "Be a good little gargoyle and make me come. Unless…you can't?"

The corner of Mal's mouth lifts into a ghost of a smile. He loves a challenge, and this is no different as he lowers his face and gives her one long lick.

Ari sighs, her head tilting back onto my shoulder as Mal continues to offer her playful, teasing licks. I flick one of her nipples, the pink buds more rosy in colour since I've been giving them my attention. I want to taste, but there will be time for that later.

I watch, transfixed as Sax spits, letting it dribble down onto Mal's crease. With one hand on Mal's hip, the other on his shoulder, his eyes lock with mine as he finally pushes his way inside Mal's body. They both let out a satisfied sound when Sax bottoms out.

Ari's breathing stops for a moment, and I know she's as enraptured as I am. These two big, beautiful creatures look glorious in the throes of lust, losing themselves to their carnal sides.

We watch them fucking for a few minutes before she grows impatient, frustrated that Mal's barely touching her now, distracted by the way Sax is thrusting into him.

"Attention please," Ari says, and I love this demanding side of her. She grabs a handful of his hair, and pushes his face back between her sweet folds. "Mmmmm, that mouth."

I snicker, as she repeats back the words he said to her out in the fields. It spurs Mal on, and Ari tenses in my arms as he sucks and nibbles on her clit. Between moans he'll lick her slowly, taunting her before sliding his tongue inside her body.

"Fuck," she hisses, and I sink my teeth into the curve of her neck, sucking a mark onto her beautiful skin.

"It looks like you need to try harder," Sax goads, with another powerful thrust. "Perhaps you need a little help?"

Mal snorts, but doesn't take his mouth off her pretty pussy, continuing to devour her like a starving creature.

"Yes, there. Fuck. Fuck…" Ari starts to shake, body tensing as he drives her closer to the edge. But she isn't the only one, and I recognise Mal's own moans and humming noises as the telltale signs that he's on the verge of release.

"Jasper, help him out."

Shifting my legs under hers, I lift her, leaning back against the pillows and hold her spread open with one arm around her waist.

Kissing Ari's neck, I slide two fingers into her mouth, pleased when she sucks them without prompting. Using my spit slicked fingers, I push inside her tight cunt from underneath while Mal continues to flick his tongue over her sensitive bud.

"Ohhhh. Yes," she exhales as I move my fingers, fucking into her slick wetness in time with Sax's thrusts. In this moment we're all connected.

"Come for us," Sax commands, and I don't know if he's talking to Ari or Mal, but it doesn't matter.

They both come undone, their climaxes claiming them as they both shout out. Ari clenches her body around my fingers through the waves of her orgasm, body trembling in my arms and Mal shoots his hot cum all over the torn sheets.

Ari doesn't tear her eyes from Mal as he leans back into Sax. Sax thrusts again, and again, pounding into Mal's body mercilessly before he lets out a roar, holds him still and impales him on his knot.

"What about you?" Ari asks me with a sleepy expression, before placing a tender kiss on my lips.

"May I?" I ask, gesturing towards her gorgeous chest. She nods, eyebrow quirked as if she's not sure what I'm asking but agreeing anyway.

Slowly, I pull my fingers out from inside her hot body, and move from underneath her until I'm on my knees to the left of her.

Taking my hard length in hand, I greedily drink in the sight of her leaning back against the pillows, tits out, nipples begging to be sucked, pussy slick with spit and her release. Mal's eyes are rolled back in bliss as he rocks on Sax's knot, cock dripping, while Sax gives me a satisfied smirk.

Ari's hand drifts down, pulling my attention back to her, and she starts moving her fingers through her wetness, savouring her recent release, skin clearly sensitive as she hums.

Her tongue flicks out over her bottom lip as she watches Mal and Sax, then focuses on me and my throbbing cock. She reaches out with her now slippery fingers, brushing them over the head of my cock, and that's what sends me over the edge. I shoot my load across her chest, my silver cum painting her tits.

Leaning down, I run my tongue over her skin, lapping up my release and finally capturing one of her pink buds between my teeth, flicking my tongue over the nub until she pushes me away, over-stimulated.

This might just be the best night of my life.