Chapter 27
Alaric
I’m aching and bound, unable to move or do anything other than beg her. The sight of her riding her pretty toy’s mouth and her handling the others had me out of my mind wishing it was her hands on me.
What would it feel like for her to look at me so sweetly, to smile and praise me and tell me how perfect I am?
And I wonder if I would like it any better than when she taunts me.
Her words are the same words Melantha taunts me with, but somehow when Guinevere says them it makes some of my old spirit move in me.
It wakes my dead flesh to rise for her. What is wrong with me that I crave that from her?
I’d do almost anything just to have her look at my cock and spit on me.
I should feel disgusted by how low she’s brought me, but all I can think is how good it feels to want something so badly again. “Please, princess.”
She quirks a brow. Then she looks around at the three gargoyles who are still hard and unsatisfied, their cocks standing out from their bodies as mine is. “Do you want him?” she asks them.
The dark haired one with the lion’s tail flexes his wings. “Would it please you?”
Gods, they’re just as spellbound by her as I am. I can’t blame them.
She smiles. “Yes, I think it would, but do not be gentle with him.”
The one who spoke moves toward me, his hard dick at the level of my face since I’m sitting. It’s long but not too thick. I don’t know how far I’ll be able to take him.
He moves so the warm weight of it rests against my cheek, and a shiver runs through me. I’ve never sucked a cock before. Of course I’ve had mine sucked and know what feels good, but being on the receiving end feels vulnerable.
“Are you not even going to untie me?”
Guinevere just laughs.
I open my mouth, and the leonine gargoyle slides his cock over my waiting tongue.
The taste is not as strong as I had feared.
It’s slightly salty, warm and rich with something I can’t name.
I hate that I can’t move or even raise a hand to help control how much of it he thrusts into my mouth.
All I can do is open my mouth and wait for him to use me, trying to angle my head in a way that will please him and therefore her.
I can’t see the princess until she moves closer, and when I catch a glimpse of the intent look on her face as she watches, my own cock twitches in response.
She’s enjoying the sight of me like this, just as I loved watching them please her before.
I can’t help the soft groan that escapes me as the warm cock between my lips slides deeper still.
The tall, angelic one steps close, huge cock in his hand, stroking it while his companion fucks my mouth. But it’s the pretty male I watch closely as he joins the princess, sliding his hands around her body to cup and toy with her breasts while she moans and leans her head back on his shoulder.
Jealousy swells inside me and I gag as the dark-haired gargoyle thrusts into my mouth. He doesn’t let up—only fucks me deeper, faster. I struggle to keep my lips wide, my throat open. Saliva dribbles over my chin. He grips my hair and plunges all the way to the back of my throat.
My eyes water. I try to gag, but he won’t budge. His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling on my scalp. Then with a groan, he releases me and pulls back.
I’m still gasping when the second gargoyle thrusts his cock into my mouth, plunging deep just like the first. The pretty gargoyle pushes one hand beneath the princess’s skirts and she moans.
Dampness spreads across my crotch as my cock leaks with pent up need, but no one is paying attention. I’m merely a plaything as her gargoyles take turns using me. They’re egged on like I am by the sounds of her growing pleasure.
“Harder!” she urges them.
Not that they need any encouragement. My throat burns as they thrust into my mouth over and over. My eyes water.
My hands are numb, the rope at my wrists cutting off feeling as I tug at my restraints. My cock tents the fabric of my trousers, the rub of material against the tip a torment when what I really want is her.
When she pushes the hand of her gargoyle aside and replaces it with her own, I moan around the thick cock in my mouth. I want to tell her to take it, to make herself cum for us, but my mouth is full and my breathing is labored.
The princess cries out, bucking in the arms of her lover, and I nearly explode watching. The angelic gargoyle lets out a huff of breath, and I feel his dick throb inside my mouth.
She’s even more impossibly beautiful when she cums, her head thrown back on his shoulder, her red lips parted on her moan of pleasure.
A moment later she looks at us. “Are you close, Corvin? évandre?”
They nod.
“I want it on his face, covering him.”
I groan. The shame of it sears pleasure through my core.
The one with his cock in my mouth pulls back, and they both fist their cocks and stand over me.
Moving their hands frantically, they aim for my face just as the princess instructed.
Then with a grunt, the dark-haired one lets loose and warm, wet liquid splashes across my cheek.
A second later, the other releases too, over my lips and tongue, the salty flavor tainted with something potent now. He sighs.
Finally, the third gargoyle releases the princess and steps forward. He fists his curved cock and lets go across my face to join the mess left by the others. I blink as a stinging drop slides into my eye.
Guinevere lifts on her toes to kiss each one of them in turn, pressing soft lips to their ears to whisper words I do not catch. Then she steps back from them. “Make me a bath. I want to wash. Fetch the dogs to watch our prisoner.”
I stare at her in disbelief. She’s going to leave me like this? Not even a cloth wiped across my face to clear away the evidence of my use. If I was free I’d be tempted to grab at her, to try to take what I need by force.
I’m glad I’m not.
I swore to myself I wouldn’t do that to her again. No matter how much I might think I want it, it felt like ashes in my mouth last time, not worth the cost.
“Are you not even going to free me now?”
She looks down at me with a cruel smile on her face. “I think I have already indulged you far too much tonight.”
Then she calls the three hounds who sniff around me and growl every time I move, while she disappears behind the stone walls with the lucky ones who get to touch and hold her, to bask in her approval while I sit marked by their pleasure with my cock still throbbing in my pants and my face sticky with their spend.