Chapter 37
Alaric
Raban’s hole tightens around me as our princess cums on his tongue.
Even without the extra squeeze, I’m damned close to spilling inside him.
I did not expect her pretty gargoyle to feel so soft and supple.
Or to moan so sweetly. It took me a moment to get used to the tail, but he arches and takes me so well it didn’t take me long to find myself thrusting hard into him, lost in it, fucking him as I would fuck a woman. As I would fuck Guin if she’d let me.
As sweet as he is, I cannot watch Guin cum without wishing I was inside her, feeling her tight cunt flutter around me. I’m so close but not close enough. The one thing I cling to as I watch her cum is that I’m part of it. I’m pleasing her, even if it’s not my cock in her pussy.
Raban whimpers, pushing back on me, but if I know my princess, she has other plans for him yet.
I pull back. Impulsively, I use a firm hand on the back of his neck to draw him up and capture his lips, still wet with her salty flavor.
I’ve never kissed another man before. Perhaps it’s only the taste of pussy on his lips, but the slide of our lips and tongues together is addictive, seductive.
When I eventually pull back, I find Guin smiling at us.
“You have not finished yet, have you?”
I shake my head. “No, princess.”
“Good. Because I want you to cum inside me, but you’re not getting my cunt until you’ve serviced every one of them.”
My mouth drops open. Does she think I am also made of stone? Rather than protest, I simply nod. “As you wish.” Yet it’s not a hardship to run my hands over two more supple bodies, to thrust myself into their waiting mouths. It’s only difficult to hold back and wait to release in her.
“Help get him ready for you,” she commands them. But my cock is still rock hard, jutting out from my body, on display for her. No need for any help.
Raban lies on his back to lick and suck my balls while Corvin and évandre share my cock, and soon I cannot take any more.
Pressure rises, tightening my sac, forcing moisture to bead at the tip of my cock, which the two gargoyles lap away eagerly.
“Enough! I’ll have nothing left for the princess at this rate. ”
They stop reluctantly. Gods, how am I going to see to all three of them and her too?
Guin slips a hand to her clit and strokes herself slowly. “Keep going.”
I grit my teeth. I want nothing more than to push her hand away and bury my face there, but if she says I must earn it, then earn it I shall.
“Lie here,” I tell évandre, positioning him on his back with his head in the princess’s lap.
Corvin and Raban set to pleasing évandre with their mouths, and with their asses in the air, they are mine.
But instead of taking it in turns to fuck them, I lick one finger of each hand and tease at their holes until they open for me.
Their holes are just as tight and sensitive as a woman’s cunt, and soon I find the spot in each that has them panting and moaning, trembling and close to the edge.
It satisfies me to bring them to the brink like this, working their boy pussies as I would pleasure two women.
Perhaps I’m not so ill equipped to please the princess this way.
My cock is still hard and leaking while I finger them, and the sounds I draw from them suggest they’re feeling equally as aroused. Guin holds évandre and pets his hair, and I have to turn away from the look of ecstasy on his face. For a moment jealousy threatens to burn a hole in my belly.
Raban is first to be overcome. Not surprising after the fucking I gave him earlier. His tail flicks up and his back bows. His little hole squeezes tight around me, trying to force out my finger. “That’s it,” I tell him, refusing to stop. “You’re going to cum hard for your princess, aren’t you?”
He lifts his head from évandre and cries out. “And for you.” His body tightens around me. My cock jumps at the adoration in his voice.
A moment later Corvin is panting too, pushing back against my finger. “Me too. I want to cum with him.”
I work them both until my arms ache, until they’re whimpering and pleading incoherently. Then they succumb to me one after the other, trembling and melting into the mattress, their boy pussies convulsing around my fingers.
Slowly I withdraw my hands and stroke down their furry thighs. “You did well,” I tell them. “Did they please you, princess?”
Guin nods. The smile on her face is radiant. “Very much. And so have you. Will you finish your task?”
Does she even need to ask? Corvin and Raban roll to the side, watching as I crawl forward and position myself between évandre’s legs.
Guin has him lying against her body with her legs on either side, so when I lean over them and position my cock at his tight hole, it feels almost as if I’m readying myself to mount her.
The thought makes my needy cock jump in my hand, and I have to press my eyes closed and breathe through it for a moment until the pleasure recedes. I’m so close. I can’t fail her now. But my pride won’t allow me to take the easy way out.
Fisting my shaft, I bring the head to his entrance. The golden-haired gargoyle lifts his legs up, tucking his knees up to his shoulders and exposing himself further for me. He is smooth, tight balls tucked up close to his body, hard cock straining against his belly, waiting for me.
He’s beautiful. His golden hair falls in curls over his temples and his lips are full and parted.
évandre is more clearly masculine than Raban, though, whose long lashes and slender features would not be out of place on a handsome woman.
évandre’s strong chin and muscular physique are unmistakably male.
Yet my cock is hard as ever, and I have an undeniable curiosity about what it might be like to kiss him.
Guin must notice me looking. She taps me with her toe, drawing my attention back to her, and I realize I’ve been staring at her gargoyle’s lips. “Kiss him,” she commands, as if she’s read my mind.
I lean closer. Perhaps if I was not horny as hell, desperate for her approval and my release, I might balk at the instruction, but now it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
I lower my head, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss that évandre meets with enthusiasm. The kiss feels different than the one I shared with Raban, flavored with Guin’s juices, his rapture obvious in the languid, heated caress of his tongue.
Kissing évandre feels like a challenge—it’s a push and pull of tongues and lips and teeth. I nip his lip and he moans into my mouth and my cock throbs. Without another thought I sink into his inviting hole, pushing deep in a single thrust.
He sighs and I breathe it in, nudging deeper with another thrust of my hips. He’s so tight around me I’m worried I’ll hurt him, then I push past some kind of inner barrier and slide all the way to the hilt.
I lift my head, looking over évandre to where the princess lays behind him, holding him.
Her eyes are hot with desire, her lips parted, eager.
I hold her gaze as I fuck into her plaything, imagining with every roll of my hips I’m pumping into her.
Our faces are close, our breathing in time with one another as hers become short and sharp, laced with hunger.
Under me évandre moans, and beside us the two I pleasured earlier crawl closer, drawn as if by magic They hold his legs for him, press kisses to his neck and chest as I draw my head and shoulders back and increase my pace.
The fevered slap, slap of skin on skin is a wild drum beat that replaces the frantic beating of a heart I no longer possess.
I hold tight to my resolve, knowing the feel of Guin’s slick cunt around me will be worth the pain. I grit my teeth, clench every muscle in my body. I do not let go.
His little hole milks me to within an inch of sanity, but I don’t crack, even when he cries out and spasms around me. Even when she reaches for me, grabs my hair, and pulls me into a fierce kiss. My belly presses against his sticky, warm cum, coating my skin in his scent.
When we surface, I pull back, carefully withdrawing from évandre. The princess kisses his temple, his cheek, whispers sweet words to him about how beautifully he took me. He did and he was. They all were. But the only thing I can think about right now is have I pleased her?
Will she finally let me have her cunt?
She releases évandre and welcomes me into her arms.
I’m throbbing, so close to spilling, unable to think straight, let alone put my need into words.
I groan as the tip brushes against the impossibly smooth skin of her inner thigh and she giggles. Reaching between us, she grasps my cock and I let out a pained grunt. My hips thrust forward all on their own until I’m fucking her hand, desperate to be inside her. “Please, princess.”
“What is it, my love? Tell me what you need.”
I blink, stunned and warm and flustered by the sweet name she called me, needing to feel her surrounding me. “Please,” I say again.
“Do you need to cum for me?”
“Yes,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
“Are you going to cum if I keep going?” She slides her fist up and down my cock, and I groan.
“Yes!”
“Then what are you waiting for? Come here and claim your reward.”
She lies back, spreading her legs for me, baring that thick thatch of pretty curls, the wet slit I’ve longed for.
Not a single moment of my anticipation comes anywhere close to the feeling of pushing the tip of my cock through the tight entrance of her perfect pussy.
I very nearly lose it right then and there, but somehow I push through the wave of desire and deep into her cunt, working myself in until I’m buried in her.
She holds me close, wrapping her arms and legs around me and whispering into my ear. “Shhh. You did so well. It’s your turn now.”
I frown. “What about you, princess?” I can’t help but rock my hips a little, grinding inside her slick heat. “You have only cum once. You need to cum many, many more times yet.”
“Is that so?” She laughs. “Well you are welcome to do your best, but I meant what I said. It is your turn now. Take what you need.”
I bury my face in her neck for a moment, inhaling her scent, drawing my strength back for one last hurdle. “Thank you, princess. What I need is your pleasure. First and foremost. Always.”
Bracing myself on one arm, I reach between us until I can press a thumb against her little nub. Her eyes widen and her lips part.
Then I begin to move, searching for the rhythm that makes her eyes squeeze shut and her cheeks flush.
Finding the right angle to rub and press and work that little bud until she’s digging her nails into my arms, letting loose a keening cry.
And then, because I know my princess loves to be on top, I roll us, dragging her over me, never breaking the connection.
She moans. Bracing her hands on my belly, she rolls her hips and I choke out a curse. I may have miscalculated. Like this she has all the control. There’s no stopping her when she sets a hard, fast pace, bouncing on my cock, driving me out of my mind with pleasure.
Thankfully, it’s working on her too. I feel her cunt squeeze tight around me. Her nails dig into my flesh, and were I a mortal man, there would be marks there tomorrow.
Guin cries out. Her head falls back. Then just like that she’s cumming around me, milking the seed from my cock.
My hips buck. I have no chance of holding back now.
As she grinds out the last of her pleasure, I explode within her, wrapping my arms around her, holding her to me, filling her up with me.
After what feels like an age, my head drops back to the mattress and I let out a long deep sigh.
Guin lifts off me and drops to lie beside me, sweaty and breathing hard. The gargoyles crawl into our arms, and I find myself cuddled close with them all, stroked and held, worshipped as she is. Unexpectedly home.