Stella

STELLA

I don’t predict that it’s Ben who breaks first. One minute I’m speaking to Ariel and wishing her well before she departs, and the next, arms wrap around me and the world lurches through shadows.

I squeak. We discovered that I can see the in-between that Ben can travel through when he teleports now that we’re bonded, but I still prefer to close my eyes.

I only have time to see the familiar shapes of our bedroom before he turns me around and silences my laugh with a kiss.

When it breaks, his forehead presses against mine.

“I couldn’t wait another minute to do this,” he says and his hands grip on either side of the line of buttons down my back and rips my dress apart. The buttons snap and fly off with my gasp.

I’m left in my bridal lingerie which his dark eyes feast on while he’s discarding his own clothing as quickly as he can.

The balcony doors open and our devil saunters in. “Naughty mates getting started without me.”

“She’s too much of a temptation,” Ben says.

Stoneheart hums in agreement, taking in the bridal lingerie. He sheared through the last set too quickly to be able to admire it. This bridal set has less structure than the last, barely being scraps of lace to make room for the fact my stomach and boobs are larger.

A fact that both my mates enjoy.

“That she is,” Stoneheart says. “Check to see how the plug is opening her ass. I find I’m too much in a hurry tonight to draw this out.”

The kilt the gargoyle wears falls to the floor at the same time as Ben spins me toward the bed and bends me over. My hands catch the edge and help me balance as I moan and present where a plug is nestled between my ass cheeks.

Ben pulls the strap of my lacy thong back and forth against the metal, and the rasp of it has my toes curling. He must be impatient as well because he changes the tension and allows the sodden garment to move past my hips and fall to the floor.

“Her pussy is pretty swollen,” Ben observes. “I think she’s been suffering as much as we have tonight.”

“It’s been a little torturous,” I say, still in good humor. Every move reminded me of what I’d be experiencing tonight. It’s a wonder I didn’t taunt either of them into breaking before now.

Ben drags his fingers up the back of my thigh and when he skips touching my pussy at all I want to sob.

He’s picked up some tricks from the Devil when it comes to torturing me.

Instead, Ben tugs on the plug, and my pussy floods at the heavy tightness of it.

“Oh!” I exclaim. I didn’t think I’d be so sensitive after wearing it all night long.

He presses it in again, and I clench on it with a gasp.

“It seems to have done a lot of the work of opening her up,” Ben says.

“Good. Take it out.” Stoneheart’s voice has a hard edge that makes me want to give in to all his demands.

I make a needy sound as Ben slowly pulls the toy from me. My asshole pulls against the metal. I hiss a breath when the widest part is about to leave me and whimper when Ben pushes it back in before tugging it again.

Stoneheart’s large hand runs down my back, his breath skating over my upturned ass. “Oh, firefly, you’re so sensitive here.”

The plug slips the rest of the way out, and an undignified high sound leaves me.

Now, I feel doubly empty and wet.

Stoneheart sits beside me on the bed and plucks me up, positioning me to straddle him before laying back.

“You sound like you need something before our demon claims your ass,” he says as his hard cock smears through where my arousal is gathered on my thighs and against my need-swollen pussy.

“Yes,” I say, nodding. I’m so primed that the head of his cock slides into my pussy on an easy glide. We both sigh at the stretch.

It only takes a couple thrusts for the flare of his knot to press against my opening, and I grind down. My lashes fluttering as I finally feel full for the first time tonight.

“Hungry, firefly.” Stoneheart chuckles. “If I knot you, there will be nowhere for our demon to fit.”

I don’t have the same instinctual compunction to take his knot as much as before. Probably because he gives it to me so freely now or perhaps because I’m pregnant, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still want the ache of his stretching me.

But this time I’m going to be stretched differently

I roll my hips, enjoying the feel of Stoneheart inside of me as Ben rounds the bed to the nightstand. He removes the bottle of lube we keep there.

It gets plenty of use between Stoneheart and him, but the gargoyle has been teasing Ben and me with this moment where Ben gets to lay first claim to my ass for weeks. Instructing Ben to slowly stretch me with his fingers before we all lose patience and dissolve into our usual intimacies.

Now I watch my demon mate stroke his lubed cock as he approaches and squeeze around the gargoyle inside me.

Stoneheart moans before sighing and lifting me high enough for him to fall free. I make a sound of disagreement, wanting to be filled again.

“Slow, firefly, let him forge his way inside you before you add more to it. We don’t want to break you,” Stoneheart says, playing softly with my overly sensitive nipples.

“Okay,” I pant. “But please hurry.”

Ben shakes his head, his face soft. “Relax, love. We can be patient.”

I want to squirm when he comes up behind me and kisses my neck. There’s something wild in me that doesn’t want to take it slow, but when my lovers make demands, there’s a joy in following them.

The slick head of Ben’s cock slides against my asshole, and I focus on the sensation, on relaxing to let him in. With a breath and a slight burn, the tip of his cock penetrates me.

Ben groans. “That’s it. Fuck, you feel so hot here.”

My skin flashes icy and hot, but I keep breathing. He doesn’t push forward yet, letting me adjust to him there.

It doesn’t take long until other sensations return to the forefront. Ben’s panting breath against my neck, the pulse of Stoneheart’s length against my messy pussy. The way they both lightly touch my skin, letting the harsher sensations in my body settle.

When Stoneheart starts circling his thumb around my clit, I moan and press back onto Ben, needing more. We both moan as I take more of him inside me. The burn fades, and all that’s left is the stretch and need kindling in my belly.

“You’re taking him so well,” Stoneheart purrs.

“Gods, , I could die like this,” Ben says as he moves in and out with soft thrusts.

“No dying yet. Our firefly wants more still.” We lock gazes as Stoneheart taunts me, the tip of his cock pressing against the opening of my pussy.

Everything takes on a needy haze, and I nod. The idea of both of them inside me already starting a wildfire that I can’t put out.

Ben adjusts behind me and suddenly Stoneheart is inside me with an aching slide.

I choke. “Holy fuck!”

My two men curse.

“So tight,” Ben groans, his voice full of marvel. “I can feel you through her.”

“?” Stoneheart checks in. “Breathe for me.”

I inhale raggedly, not realizing I’d stopped taking in oxygen.

“Feels good, gods yes,” I ramble. I can’t possibly be responsible for something like sounding coherent while being split open.

Everything feels so loud. The bond that vibrates between us brightens as our bodies pulse in time.

It’s too much, but not enough.

“Please, more,” I beg.

Stoneheart growls as his cock tunnels deeper. Ben holds still until the gargoyle is as deep as he can get without sinking his knot inside me.

He was right. There would have been no room for Ben with the knot.

Ben makes a deep sound and begins to move as if he can’t help the soft rock of his hips.

“Yes,” I breathe as waves of sensation flow through me. Stoneheart’s hips move counter to Ben’s, and I lose track of what I say or the sounds from the back of my throat as they remake me together.

I’m nothing but sensations and emotions. Bright light mixes with dark impulses. Jealousy, frustration, and coldness have been conquered. Every path we tread to get here is worth it. To be one.

When the world explodes, it does so in a shower of sparks and a crashing wave of pleasure. Ever-expanding love and magic define us.

Completes us.

“We can try for a gargoyle next time,” I hum as Stoneheart palms my stomach after cleaning me up. We’re going to need to switch out the shower with a bath if they’re going to want to stretch me into oblivion on the regular.

Ben’s sigh is satisfied as he kisses my shoulder. He seems halfway to falling asleep.

“Next time?” Stoneheart teases. “I didn’t know you were enjoying pregnancy that much.”

I scrunch my nose. “The queasiness isn’t so bad now that Ben’s around. Sometimes I even catch sight of the magic of pregnancy that everyone raves about.”

His chest rumbles in a purr. “I’ll gladly accept as many children as you want to have.”

I bite my lip, treading carefully. “Do you think it’s possible for you to father them?”

It’s been a mystery to me how Ben was the one to father our child with how careful we were. Stoneheart wasn’t shy about filling me to the brim.

Now Stoneheart’s face flushes.

“Ah, yes. Well—” he breaks off. “About that…”

I watch him, curious what has him so uncharacteristically embarrassed. Even Ben opens an eye, sensing the change.

Stoneheart scratches behind a horn, awkward and unsure.

“I may have forgotten that some years ago I purchased a ring after drinking too much,” he says with a wince before sliding a thin one of his rings off and handing it to me. My eyes widen when I get a feel of the subtle magic without the glaring influence of his other charmed rings.

He continues, “It was the anniversary of my parent’s passing. And I guess I picked up this piece to avoid committing his same crime. In my drunken state, that meant vowing never to father a child.”

The room descends into silence for the span of five heartbeats.

My lips twitch in mirth. “You’ve been on birth control the whole time?”

“I have a lot of jewelry. I hadn’t taken inventory in years,” he says even as the gray skin on his cheeks darkens.

Now I’m laughing. He scowls at me.

“I’m sorry, it’s just funny,” I say.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Stoneheart says to a stunned Ben.

Ben snorts before dissolving into a sleepy laugh.

“Glad you’re not accusing me of trapping you,” Stoneheart says sourly, but his lips are twitching.

Ben wipes his eyes. “It did work out quite nicely in the end.”

“It would have always worked out,” I say and Stoneheart frowns at me. It’s quite a change of tune from my doubts when Ben left us, but I believe it now. I just needed time for the beliefs to cement. “If only because you’d never let it not.”

“I, for one, am relieved that you have some flaws,” Ben says as I hand Stoneheart back his ring, relieved to have that mystery solved.

“Other than being a controlling ass?” Stoneheart asks.

I hum in agreement. I enjoy that flaw of his.

“What’s life without a few flaws?” I ask.

“Boring.” Stoneheart’s eyes glint. “Which it will never be with the two of you.”

I like the sound of that.

The End