Page 103 of Bewitching Her Monsters
“I know I have to share you, but until…ifI claim you, my beast will be on edge about sharing your affection.” Arran looks me in the eye. “If I look like I will hurt her, do what you have to do to stop me. Even if it means ending me.”
“Arran!” she cries. “I don’t want you to be hurt.”
“I’ll never forgive myself if I injured you,” he presses his forehead to hers. “I believe my beast wants to pleasure you too, so I think we will be okay.”
I nod at both of them, and Jade ogles my jutting member again. “You wanted to touch my cock?” I ask.
She nods and looks at both our dicks. “I want to feel both of you.”
Her eyes linger on my unusual cock. It’s similar to a dragon cock, but with spiky-looking ridges around the head and along the top and bottom of its length.
“Textured for pleasure,” I say, stroking myself to show her they aren’t sharp.
We each take one of her hands and place it on our cocks at the same moment.
Wisely, she strokes Arran first and lightly squeezes his knot.
He jerks in her hand. “Fuck. You keep playing like that, and I’m going to knot you this fucking second.”
She gives Arran a kiss, and he deepens it, claiming her with his intensity. His hand cradles her jaw as he slowly rocks himself into her hand.
Jade turns to me and slowly slides her hand down my length and back again. “Oh. That’s different.”
Arran growls.
“Be a good boy and suck on my tit,” she orders him.
Both our dicks twitch in her hold.
Arran snaps to it. Cupping her breast, he guides her plump nipple into his mouth.
Her hand squeezes me as she’s overcome with pleasure.
Tentatively, she strokes me. I have to bite back my moan. I don’t want either of them to know how much she affects me. Not yet.
With Arran distracted by his feast, my tail slides up, tickles her thighs, and brushes over the V where her mound disappears between her closed legs.
I need her on her back and open to me.
Besides, she’s pushing her limits, and I can feel her energy failing her. I don’t want to be fucking her while she’s unconscious.
“Open your legs,” I order.
She obeys quickly. Both Arran and I slide our hands up her inner thighs, brushing over her apex. Arran presses her backward as he sucks on her other tit.
“I’m going to taste your pussy now,” I inform them. I need to make her ready for me.
Arran’s barely handling this, but he’s keeping the beast on lockdown for the moment. He grunts to acknowledge my announcement.
I kneel between her legs as they hang off the edge of the bed.
Slowly, I spread her thighs farther apart.
My fingers trace over her folds and I familiarize myself with her cunt, finding the bundle of nerves they now call a clit. She bucks when I do.
I lean forward to lick and suck on her nub.
“Oh, damn. Is your tongue forked?” she cries out the question as I use it to stimulate her clit.
