Chapter 17
Istill don't know for certain if the large grotesque between my thighs is a figment of my broken, fragile mind – a big, strong protector I've conjured up – or if gargoyles, grotesques, and monsters really do exist.
Frowning, I consider his question. Am I still confused? Yes, but…
"I don't think it matters anymore." My words come out soft, hesitant, like delicate threads weaving through the air between us. I steal a glance at Sax, his presence looming beside me, a steadfast pillar in the swirling chaos of my thoughts. He feels real.
"I want you to be."
"Whatever you need, my love." Sax's hand finds mine, his touch a cool balm against the tumult raging within me. Our fingers intertwine, creating a tangible link between us in the dimly lit room. His words…to be called his love…it creates a feeling of safety that spreads through me from top to toe.
Unlike when Carver calls me his, Sax's words aren't possessive, obsessive. No, his words are a promise, a vow. I am his, his love.
I really really like that for some reason.
I press my forehead against his, yearning for the reality of our connection amidst the uncertainty of my mind. "Make me forget this feeling. Make it so I forget him – even if it's only for now."
Sax's large hands rub up and down my back, making me arch into him, as he gives me a chaste kiss.
"Why don't your claws cut me?" I ask, rolling my hips gently as my hands move through his hair. "Or your fangs?"
It looks thick and luscious, swept back off his face and around his horns but it's not soft to the touch like I'm expecting. The texture is more wiry, but it's not unpleasant as I bury both hands in the smoky coloured strands and he tilts his head back, following my movements.
"We're magic," his tongue flicks out to taste my bottom lip. "We have some control over it, but the laws of the natural world don't always apply to us."
"Like this?" I move over his huge dick, biting the inside of my cheeks to stop myself from groaning. Only the thin fabric of my nightgown separates us, and I feel everything.
"Exactly, love." The way he says love seems to sink into my bones, giving me a weight that keeps me anchored in the moment.
I'm here, with him.
Safe. Loved. Wanted.
He continues, nibbling along my jaw as he places lazy kisses on my skin wherever he can reach. "Claws, cocks, fangs and wings – we are free to use them how and when we wish. Even the others, with their tails too."
"And how do you wish to use them?" I tease gently, grinding down harder on him in a way that makes his eyes flash dangerously.
With a growl, he suddenly flips us so I'm lying on my back, with Sax between my legs, hands either side of my head. He rubs his thick shaft against my throbbing clit, and I realise just how big he is.
Reaching down between us, I pull my nightgown up and over my head, discarding it to the side so that there's nothing between us. If I'm in this, then I'm all in.
Fucking a monster, one who makes filthy promises and handles me like a delicate gift is hardly the thing of nightmares. No. It's a depraved fantasy my mind has conjured, and real or not, it's all mine and I'm going to enjoy every second.
My hands reach up to touch him, to pull him closer. I need more. Want more.
He buries his face in my neck as my hands glide over his shoulders, until my fingers catch on something with a soft ridge – the wing slits.
"I want to bury my cock inside you. Use my claws to dig myself under your skin, keep you impaled on my knot until you can't take any more. And when you're crying my name, begging for my mercy, chasing your release…I'll surround you with my wings and keep you safe from the darkness outside."
The mewling noise that I make has me blushing, but his words – he means them.
I trace over the wing slits lightly, fingertips dipping inside as his teeth sink into my neck. I want to be consumed by this creature. Devoured. If he plans to remind me that I'm alive by stripping me down to nothing but a trembling mess, then who am I to stop him?
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer, loving the feel of him flush against my body.
"You're beautiful, little love." He kisses across my collar bone and down my sternum before claiming one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over the tight bud with a grunting thrust against my pussy lips. "Perfect in every way."
The wetness between my legs is sticky and slick, something he seems to enjoy as he leisurely grinds and rubs against me, making my orgasm simmer just beneath the surface in no real rush to cross the finish line.
Using his teeth, he pulls on my nipple while his fingers roll the other one, drawing a soft cry from my lips which he quickly swallows down in a kiss that makes my toes curl.
"Sax," I whine, needing more as I shift up into him.
With a gentle slap to my thigh, and a warning growl, Sax pulls away so that he's on his knees between my spread legs. His hands push my thighs further apart until I can feel the stretch in the muscles, the burn delicious as he stares at me, utterly transfixed.
"Sax…" I whimper, my pussy clenching under his unwavering gaze. "Daddy Sax. I need you."
That seems to shake him out of his dazed thoughts, something hungry flashing in his eyes as he reaches over and pinches my nipple.
"Let me take care of you, love," he murmurs, sliding a thick finger down my slit, coating himself in my wetness before he slips inside me.
I may be a virgin, but I'm no stranger to masturbation and this…well this is completely different. His fingers are girthy and the stretch at first is tight, but as his thumb moves over my clit in lazy little circles, my body relaxes. My hips start to move, tiny little thrusts as I chase the pleasure he's giving me.
"Good girl, just like that." With a wicked grin, he adds another finger, making me feel impossibly full. Heat floods my cheeks at his words of praise, and I keep fucking myself on his fingers.
With him leaning back to watch, my sensitive breasts feel a little neglected, so with trembling hands I pluck at my nipples while continuing to ride his hand.
He keeps lavishing the compliments on me, making me feel like I'm high as he says, "You feel incredible, I can't wait to fuck you. You're going to be so tight around my cock, aren't you, dove."
Fuck.
The slick, sloppy noises we're making are insane as I writhe and shift trying to claim my climax impatiently.
"Now. Fuck me now. Daddy, please," I grab his arms, latching on with my nails as I try to pull him onto me.
He chuckles, "Not yet, you're not ready for me."
Not ready? I don't think it's possible to be more ready, more desperate. I don't care how big his dick is, I need it inside me. Now.
"Please, please. Just the tip. Just a little."
"Look at you, beautiful girl. So impatient. So cock hungry." He increases the pressure on my clit with his thumb, and his free hand comes up around my throat. "Are you going to come for me, little love?"
"Please," I beg as his grip tightens. He doesn't cut off my air as much as pin me to the bed firmly as he fucks into me harder with his fingers. Forcing me over the edge, giving me no choice as I nose-dive into the abyss of my orgasm.
"Fuckkkk!" I hiss as my body shudders, clenching and tensing as I come.
"That's it," he purrs, slowing down but not stopping.
As I lie there, my body riding the ebbing wave, he carefully pulls out his fingers and sucks on them with an obscene groan. He acts like I'm the most delicious thing he's ever tasted as his tongue flicks over his digits, lapping up any residual flavour.
Fisting his cock, he shifts closer and rubs the smooth head over my oversensitive clit until it's shiny and soaked. I notice a strange bulge part way down his shaft, and wonder if that's the ‘knot' he mentioned earlier.
Using my wetness as lube, he jacks himself with low moans and feral grunts, his cockhead still pressing against me as he comes, covering my sensitive cunt with hot, silvery cum. The bulge seems to swell, and he tightens his hands over it, milking out every last drop of his orgasm.
We look down at the mess he's made of me.
Using my middle finger, I swipe it through his warm spend before bringing it to my mouth and getting a taste of him too. It's as I expect, salty, an edge of bitterness mixed with a smokey rawness that reminds me of a log burning fire.
"You are so perfect, love," he grunts, holding my thighs apart as he leans to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss, not ready for this to be over.
A low voice, growls from the window, "And just what do we have here?"
While we – I mean, Jas – had been slaving away making some soup for the little princess, she's been up here in the tower getting naked with Sax. Typical.
I'm not jealous.
Not really.
I didn't realise Jas thought I hated him. I was oblivious trying to protect myself, holding him at arms length to keep my sanity and yet, when he casually explained that he knew I hated him…that hurt. We had needed to talk, and that led to us kissing.
How could I be jealous of Sax and Ari when I was in the kitchen with Jas? Tasting him like he was the finest meal I'd ever had? How could I be hurt when we'd been breaking down that final barrier between us so we could open the flood gates into whatever this was between all of us?
Ari is the missing link, the connector bringing the loose ends together, binding us as one.
I climb fully through the window, followed by Jas whose mouth drops open in surprise at Ari's nakedness, sprawled in our sheets and covered in Sax's cum. He places the flask of soup down near the fireplace, before moving towards Sax hesitantly.
Sauntering over to the bed, I lean down and kiss Ari. It's demanding, as I take everything I can from her, drawing out a hungry little whimper from our little dove as I suck, bite and nibble the delectable morsel.
Pulling away with a sound of satisfaction, I give Sax a lazy smirk before I reach for one of his horns and use it to yank him to me as I kiss him the same way. After all, weren't we all in this together? A family.
Turning back, I grab Ari's chin and squeeze her cheeks so her lips pout slightly. I can tell by the flash in her eyes, she doesn't know whether to be angry or turned on. "Does this mean you're ready to let me fuck you, princess?"
Kicking out, she catches my knee, bringing me to the floor beside the bed. "I told you not to call me that."
"Fine, fine. I won't call you that again. Princess is much too sweet for you anyway." Raising my hands in surrender with a chuckle, I concede. "You're more like a little hellion."
"Why must you always be antagonistic?" Jas sighs, as Sax pulls him in for a kiss and Ari reaches out to link her hand with his.
"Because our little gargoyle likes to be punished." Sax laughs. "Brat."
I wink at him and perch myself on the end of the bed. Looking at the three of them sitting together, in the space we've made our home…it does things to me. My chest feels like there are feral squirrels running around going apeshit. None of that butterflies-in-stomach shit, this is so much more.
"Phht!" I say with a lazy wave of my hand. "Let's go back to talking about the fucking."
Arianwen shakes her head, tendrils of white silver hair loose and falling around her face like strands of spun moonlight.
She arches her brow and crosses her arms in a move that just draws attention to her small, perky breasts with the rosy pink tipped buds. "You are not going to be the first to fuck me, Mal."
All three of us are staring at her, salivating because she's stunning. Even though she's so much smaller than us, and fragile, like a delicate rose, she's clearly in charge here. That doesn't mean I'm not going to push a few buttons.
"Why not?" I huff, with a faux pout.
"Punishment." Her eyes sparkle – she's clearly having fun telling me no. "Since you love it so much."
Grabbing my semi-erect cock, I thrust upwards demanding attention from everyone. I jerk my dick slowly, pumping it so that a pearl of pre-cum forms on the head before dribbling down over my ridged shaft. "But baby, I've got a dick that will drive you wild."
She eyes me up, hungrily.
Yeah. She wants me.
We both know it.
Swallowing, she glances at Sax, and for a moment they sit, having some sort of telepathic conversation before he nods and she turns to Jas.
"Would you…would you be my first?" she squeezes his hand and his eyes go wide.
"Me?"
Nodding, she lifts his hand and kisses his knuckles before blushing and looking away. "I want you to make love to me."
Love.
Not fuck. Not shag.
Not impale and pound until she's screaming his name.
No, she wants slow, romantic boning.
And actually…who better to give that to her than Jasper? Gentle, reverent, adoringly tender Jasper.
He's perfect for her first time with us. He can be the one to break her in with the kind of care and worship only he can deliver.
"Uh…" he freezes, body stiff as his eyes ping pong between all of us.
And it takes me a few moments to realise that he's nervous. Jas is usually an enthusiastic partner, happy to give sloppy blowjobs and ride Sax's dick like a champ, but as I watch him retreat inside his own head, I finally grasp that he's never had sex with a woman.
For him, it's always just been us, and since Sax doesn't bottom, and until now I've never let Jas do more than suck me off…for all intents and purposes, he's a virgin in this scenario.
I can't help the way the corner of my mouth lifts into a grin. "Get over here, Jasper."
Jas says nothing, but crawls around Sax to get to me. Cupping his face, I pull him into a deep kiss.
With one hand in his pale ashy hair, I yank his head back until his face is tilted up towards me. "I'm going to be right beside you while you make our little hellion one happy woman."
"Like the devil on his shoulder," Ari jokes behind him as she and Sax get more comfortable on the bed.
"You understand?" I ask him and he nods, pupils blown wide as he submits to me. I've never had him like this, never let myself enjoy his softness.
Wrapping my hand around his already slick shaft, I give him a few pumps. "You're going to fuck our dove with this thick, fat cock until her legs are shaking. Aren't you?"
"Yesss," he hisses as I push the tip of my claw into his slit.
With a chuckle, I slap his arse and push him back towards where Ari and Sax have started kissing while Sax fondles her fantastic tits.
"Spread her legs sweetheart, that's it," I whisper against his ear, showering his neck with soft kisses as he gently parts her creamy thighs. Sax's cum has dried, leaving silvery streaks across her beautiful pussy.
Fuck, what would she look like covered in all of our releases?
She's still wet and needy, her pink lips swollen and slick from her earlier orgasm.
"Look at that perfect cunt. So desperate for you, Jas," I murmur, sinking my fangs into his neck. "Desperate to be filled."
Sax chuckles as Ari moans, looks like both Jas and Ari are partial to a little filthy talk.
"Are you going to stretch her for us? Mould her tight pussy to your shape until she won't be able to come without one of us buried inside her."
Jas nods, his hands moving up her thighs, rubbing and massaging as Sax kisses her and whispers sweet things in her ear.
When Jas is kneeling between her legs, I place a hand around the back of his neck and push him until the tip of his nose and the ridges of his horns are only inches away from her pussy. "Fuck, look at that. Look at how wet she is. Practically dripping."
His tail flicks out, whipping against my thigh, and I know he's itching to touch her, to feel her on his tongue, but he's too shy to ask for it.
"Taste her Jas," I command, loving this new power I have over him.
Usually there's a fight for dominance between Sax and me, but with Jas, he surrenders to me willingly. Eagerly even. My cock throbs as I watch him follow the shape of her body down with his tongue, slipping it inside her with a satisfied hum. "Make sure she knows how much you love her sweetness."
While Jas eats Ari out and Sax claims all her moans with his mouth, I shift off the bed. I don't get far, with Jas' tail now woven around my leg, keeping me close, but I have enough give to swipe the oil from a drawer.
Drizzling it over my fingers, I place one hand on the small of Jas' back, pushing him deeper into Ari who's already breathing unsteadily and clenching at Sax while fisting the bedsheets with her free hand. With my oiled up fingers, I press against Jas' tight pucker, working my way slowly inside him.
When I'm knuckle deep, I scissor and twist the two fingers buried inside him which makes him moan low and long against Ari's cunt.
As his tight hole clenches on me, I know I'm playing with fire. If we don't hurry this up, he's going to cum before he's even dipped his tip inside our girl.
Pulling out of his peachy ass, I give him a gentle slap. "Come on sweetheart, it's time to pop those cherries."