Page 133 of Enchanting Her Monsters
The rest of my mates crowd around me, and I’m overheating with their rapt attention. Dang. It’s one thing to write or read this stuff, but it’s intimidating as fuck when five insanely hot and large males devour me with a hungry look.
“I don’t think I’m going to survive this,” my voice pitches high with nervousness.
“My phoenix senses don’t foretell a death, so you’ll live… happily,” Calder says with a wicked grin. “We’re going to fuck you until you pass out from bliss and then rouse you again so we can give you another round of pleasure.”
Flint lifts me so I’m sitting on the kitchen island, and instantly the other guys clear the surface. He kisses me slowly, pouring his love for me into such a simple act and I feel treasured, like the most precious gem.
Multiple hands caress every inch of my body as they strip off my shirt and bra. I’m guided to lie back against the cool tile and Flint slides my pants off. Claws drag against the rise of my hipbone and then slice through my underwear.
I gasp with the sudden breeze of air against my soaked pussy. He lifts my legs and stretches me open for their viewing. My feet are set out as far as possible on the edge of the counter.
I cover my face, slightly embarrassed at my being on display. I hope I don’t look like an uncooked turkey like this.
May the stuffing commence!
It’s one thing for one or even two of my guys to take a gander at my nether regions, but when I glance down and see five sets of lust-filled eyes devouring the sight of me, I have the urge to either have one of them inside me or to snap my legs shut. I vote for option one.
Both Osen and Calder lean in and their tongues battle over my folds, spearing me. My back arches off the cool tile with the incredible sensation.
Maxum appears over my head from the other side of the island, leaning down and claiming my mouth with his forked tongue. His warm hands brace the sides of my face and then one hand slips down to clamp over my throat. He squeezes just enough to light my body on fire with need. “I know what I’m craving for dinner.”
Arran and Flint massage and suck on my tits, drawing the pebbled nipples into their mouths. Osen’s thick fingers slide into my channel, and my clit aches as Calder bites down just enough to make me come undone.
My whole body vibrates. My magic electricity crawls over my flesh. I buck, almost sending me flying if I weren’t being grounded by five gorgeous monsters.
Osen places light kisses over my low belly and moves upward to finally place his lips on mine. “Are you ready for us, our shadowflame?”
The combination of their mating nicknames is perfect to represent the love we share.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. I know he’s only asking about sex, but when I answer, it means more than that. I’m ready for all of them, for our lives to truly begin with each other.
His eyes swirl with shadow and the promise of making my fantasies come true.
One of his shadowtendrils brushes up against my tight hole and slides inside.
Then I feel the cool liquid move alongside, using his fingers.
“Where the hell did you get that lube?” Arran asks in confusion.
“What? I keep some in every room,” Osen says flippantly, like that’s what everyone does.
“You gonna plow my back forty?” I joke, using ranching terminology because I’ve read a cowboy romance.
Osen teases back. “Nah, I’m going to drill for cum. Pretty sure I’m going to stroke my payload.”
I’d chuckle, but I’m being lifted by his shadows and positioned with my back to him. Calder steps in front of me and admires Osen’s shadowtendril-rigging as I’m harnessed upright so they can both have their way with me. My legs are spread and Calder’s hand cups my mound and he slips two fingers into my cunt. All the while Osen makes me ready to take him in my ass.
Dipping down, Calder licks and nibbles along my neck until he bites my nipple, and I cry out with a delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
That’s apparently Osen’s cue to place the head of his cock at my back entrance. The slow stretch as he sinks me down onto him has me sweating and moaning.
Once he’s fully seated, he stills inside me, and Calder notches his cock and presses inside my pussy.
“So full. I… I… please, move,” I beg.
And they do. They both work in tandem like this is some dance. Their hot mouths are on my neck. They kiss each other over my shoulder as I watch and clench around their shafts.
They groan and become frantic in their thrusts, as if this is a race, but we are all going to win. Osen wraps his shadow around Calder’s balls and the base of his cock, squeezing and stroking. Another shadow flicks and rubs my clit until I’m fluttering around them.
