Whining, he was unprepared for when Kirin pulled out and thrust back in. He choked and coughed, gagging around Bennett’s length until the man let him go for a second to breathe. Saliva dripped down from his lips, making a puddle on the floor mixed with snots, tears, and the messy spurts of his cum. How did helikethis? How didIlike this? I would never in a million years want to be him, but watching…
I’d never even gone to red light porn show in Asteria before, let alone seen kinky threesome porn. When I got out of this house, that would be changing.
“His ass is so tight,” Kirin said, grunting as he fucked Waylon, each thrust harder than the last. “Would your pretty pussy clench this tightly around my cock, princess?”
I was watching his abs clench and torso roll, not realizing he was talking to me until he called me by that nickname. “It’s Hadley, not princess,” I blurted out instinctively, face going bright pink.
My pretty pussy? Oh Ixaris, I was not thinking about it. Absolutely not thinking about how I would stretch to fit him in me.
“Right now, it’s princess,” Kirin groaned.
I wouldn’t argue with that. Pet names felt the perfect amount of intimate for the situation. Bennett ended Waylon’s break, forcing him to swallow his cock again, and I leaned back against the wall closest to me. There was nothing to focus on, because everything drew me in. I watched the bigger picture as everyone got closer to coming, Waylon’s cock beading with precum again. Bennett never stopped whispering cruel promises to the pixie, Kirin occasionally joining in.
My fingers itched to slide down and rub myself through my jeans, but I avoided giving in to temptation. I had some self-control. Exposing myself in front of the beasts was asking for trouble. Even more than watching them fuck was.
“If I hit your prostate one more time, are you going to come on my cock again?” Kirin asked.
His hands had left dark marks on Waylon’s hips in the shape of his fingers. Bennett released him long enough for him to choke out an answer. “Fuck, yes, please. Kirin, please. Keep fucking me hard and I’ll milk your cum right out of you. I want your load to fill me up.”
“You’re lucky we love seeing our cum dripping out of your whore ass. We’re not supposed to give you what you want,” Bennett said, tugging on his hair until he was looking up at him. “I bet you want to swallow me down, don’t you?”
Waylon nodded eagerly.
“You don’t deserve it. I shouldn’t come on your body either, because I know your little cum slut ass likes it, but I think she should see you at your messiest,” he said, pausing with a smirk. “Well, not your messiest. That’s after you take everyone’s cock and get drenched in cum multiple times. This is second place.”
This house was one big orgy, apparently. Did Abraxas have a cock? He was a fucking half-basilisk, with the lower body of a snake. And Zan was a ghost. If this was something that actually happened, and not a fantasy to turn Waylon on, Bennett was implying they’d both participated.
“Get ready. I’m going to fuck your throat without a second of mercy until I’m ready to come all over you.”
He slid his cock back between Waylon’s swollen lips.
“Kirin, make him cum. Jerk his tiny cock off so he comes hard enough to milk you.”
Kirin’s hand engulfed his cock, truly making it seem tiny. He stroked in time with his deep thrusts, and it only took a few before Waylon was wailing again, cum spilling over Kirin’s fist. I watched the orc’s face as he gave in to the tight grip of the pixie’s hole, his eyelids shutting for a few seconds before he locked gazes with me. My breath hitched, and I glanced over to Bennett instead, finding him urging his release from his thick, knotted cock. The liquid landed all over Waylon’s face, his eyes shut and mouth hanging open in hopes he would catch a taste.
I was still throbbing, desperate to be touched after the visual stimulation, but I shut my eyes. I couldn’t give in to arousal for plenty of reasons. One of those reasons (and certainly not the smallest one) being I would panic if I got too close. The men were attractive, yeah. They were also still creatures I’d been taught to fear. I was suspicious of them based on my uncle’s note and my self-preservation instincts were strong.
Convinced I had myself under control, I opened my eyes. Kirin had sweat gleaming on his green skin, his focus on me as he slid his softening cock from Waylon’s ass. The mess slid down his thighs, his hole gaping and twitching, and I grabbed the doorknob without tearing my eyes away. “I’ll be in the library,” I squeaked out, pulling open the door and slamming it behind me all in one motion.
What the actual fuck was I doing?
Chapter 6
Beinginthelibrarybrought me back down to the ground, after whatever high I’d been riding in Waylon’s bedroom. Watching someone have sex was unlike me — sexual freedom was more Solstice’s thing. I wasn’tboring, but my list of prior partners only had five names and every experience I’d had was in a bed. Horizontally. There was no standing sex, bathtub sex, up against the wall outside a tavern sex (though I’d accidentally interrupted Sol doing that, once).
Sometimes I might have wondered what else was out there, but this was going too far.
Giant orc cock.
Knotted cock.
Pixies with fangs and claws and a hardcore humiliation kink. How had he avoided slicing Bennett’s cock with those things?
Images flashed through my mind and I pulled a book off a low shelf in an attempt to shut it down. The front cover made me groan out loud.Kinks and Aristerite: How to Use Aristerite in Your Consensual Exhibitionism Practice.The communication properties of the stones didn’t work on this property. Mine, anyway. This book was irrelevant. What had Kirin said? Sometimes the books moved on their own? This library had to be messing with me.
I shoved the book back and gathered some supplies instead. If I couldn’t read, I’d organize. The repetitive motions would remind me of the life I used to live. The one I would like to get back to, thank you very much. I’d be able to sort through my thoughts.
Climbing to the top step of the ladder, I pulled out books one at a time, noting their title, author, and Magical Standard Book Ordering Number, or MSBO #. When I got into a rhythm, my mind wandered.
