“N-no, I’m fine over here,” the ghost said.
I pulled back from Bennett again, looking at him. He was twitching, shifting back and forth, bulge prominent in his pants. I’d barely reacted to him this morning, but he must have had other unpleasant experiences with humans hating his presence, because he was staying far away. I offered him a small smile. “Let Kirin do what he wants with you, Zan,” I said, gesturing to the giant orc. “I know you’re here. You don’t need to worry about me freaking out.”
My words ended on a choked moan as Waylon wiggled his fingers between my legs, pressing them against my clit and rubbing through my clothes. “Um, are you sure?” Zan asked quietly.
“Get over there,” I said, bucking up against Waylon’s fingers. “I’m too distracted to tell you again.”
I watched as he floated across the room to settle beside Kirin, but didn’t see what they did from there. No, I was far too focused on Bennett’s nimble fingers undoing his pants and pushing them down his hips. His cock, rock hard, bounced out of the confines of the fabric. There was no knot, but the base was swelling ever so slightly, like one might appear by the time we were done with this.
One hand winding in my hair, he urged me down. I eagerly took his length in my mouth, moaning. The angle made it difficult for Waylon to keep lavishing attention on my breasts, but he was distracted. A steady stream of whimpers and moans made his sucking difficult, Abraxas’ face still buried between his ass cheeks. Instead of trying to keep it up, he rested his forehead against my shoulder and left me to grind down against his fingers.
Bennett’s hand was shockingly gentle in my hair, not pushing for more like he had with Waylon. I appreciated the sensitivity, because if he tried to force his cock down my throat, I couldn’t guarantee I would be able to push down the resulting rush of panic. Being in this position was vulnerable enough, body pressed between three men who could kill me with a single touch if they chose to. And they had.
I struggled to fit more than a few inches of his cock into my mouth, unused to dealing with anyone as thick as him. My hand grabbed the base to compensate for it, using my spit to stroke up and down in sync with my sucking. His moans were music to my ears, and everyone’s together were a symphony beautiful enough to rival the orchestra shows Solstice had dragged me to in the city.
Losing myself in the pleasure, I had trouble keeping track of all the touching. All the hands. When Waylon’s fingers left my clit, I whimpered and pulled back from Bennett’s cock. The fabric of my panties was rubbing me raw, anyway. I wanted to take my trousers off and experience a much softer, wetter friction.
“Are you going to strip for us, birdie?” Bennett asked.
His hand was stroking my hair, and he hadn’t tried to keep me on his cock. Waylon was practically a sobbing mess on my lap, and at Bennett’s words Abraxas unearthed himself from his ass, forked tongue flicking out before he pulled it back behind his lips.
Forked tongue.Oh, Ixaris. What would that feel like? No wonder Waylon was a puddle.
Zan and Kirin were on the couch, watching the show with their cocks out and hard. And, in Zan’s case, also tangible. Kirin’s massive fist was wrapped around it, the ghost’s expression strained and his own fists clenched at his sides.
“I’d love to see your pretty little cunt, personally,” Kirin said.
With five sets of eyes on me I was suddenly very nervous, but when Bennett picked Waylon up off my lap, I stood. The belt and buttons on my pants came undone easily, but I paused before pushing them down and pulled my white tank top off instead. It was sheer where Waylon had dampened it already, so taking it off changed very little.
Not that I would have guessed that by the men’s reactions.
They sucked in a collective breath like this was the first time they’d seen a pair of tits. It might be, because mine were nothing special. Small enough to not even be a handful, with dark nipples. I wished my hair was longer than a bob, so I could pull it in front of me to hide them. Instead, I ignored their reaction and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my pants, pushing them down.
“Sweet Reklos,” Bennett breathed.
My ass was facing him, still clad in a simple pair of white panties. I didn’t own anything fancy, but even I had to admit what I lacked in the boob department, I made up for with my ass. When my trousers were bunched around my ankles, I kicked them off and looked at everyone. They were still borderline stunned. There was a moment where I was self-conscious — the scars on my legs from the ghost attack were gruesome to look at, marking up the right side of my body from just below my breast to above my knee — but it faded. All five men hadn’t taken their eyes off me, and they were focused on my assets more than my deformities.
I wasn’t trying to be self-deprecating, because I knew I was at least a seven on a scale of one to ten. But their reaction was a bit much. Now I knew what not seeing a woman in however many years would do to a man.
“Can you spin around for me, princess?” Kirin asked.
I did as he’d asked, listening to his strangled groan as I bent over for him too. The bend put me face to face with Waylon, who was perched in Bennett’s lap now, wearing a dishevelled tunic without any pants or underwear. The wolfman’s fingers were digging into his thighs, leaving red marks and bruises behind, and when I glanced up at Bennett’s face I saw what he’d been talking about before. A feral gleam lighting his eyes. Sharp teeth poking dangerously at his lower lip. Behind Waylon, I saw his straining cock, and his knot had swollen at the base.
When cool fingers brushed against the skin of my hips, sliding beneath the fabric of my panties, I jumped. The fingers paused, but kept going when I glanced back and relaxed at the sight of Abraxas. His cock was still free from its pouch, slick and erect, but he didn’t make a move to fuck me. He dropped down with my panties, pressing a kiss to the soft flesh of my ass.
My eyes widened as he kissed a few more times, getting closer and closer to a hole I’d always thought of as one hundred per cent forbidden. “Is he going to—”
I cried out when the forked tip of his tongue met my hole, pressing against it. The sensation was odd and unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. Bennett’s fingers came underneath my chin and lifted my face up so we could see each other. “Abraxas loves eating ass,” he said. His voice was deeper still, and the hair on his body looked thicker than normal. “He doesn’t love being touched, but he’ll touch you all day, if you’ll let him.”
He hadn’t stopped, hands holding my cheeks apart to give him better access. His tongue pressed a little into my ass, and I moaned. “I don’t think I can say no.”
“Feels so good, right?” Waylon said. The pixie still looked dopey, grinning from ear to ear. “I can never say no either.”
“You don’t say no to anything, because you take what we give you,” Bennett said, growling. “Speaking of, go sit on Kirin’s cock. Hadley won’t be able to take him, so you’d better make yourself useful and make sure everyone here gets off. Suck Zan’s cock while you’re at it.”
Waylon scrambled off his lap and across to the other couch. I watched him over my shoulder for a second as his lips attached to Zan’s length, Kirin’s fingers plunging into his ass, but Bennett drew my attention right back. “Is your pussy dripping wet right now, birdie?” he asked, pulling me closer until I stood right between his legs.
Abraxas followed my movements with a groan, barely missing a beat.
