Chapter 22 – Keto
KETO
Ithought I’d be nervous about tonight, about saying what I wanted aloud, but something’s changed.
These gargoyles have met some of my monsters…
and even though there were some bad moments, they were able to get around what they were and see who they are.
It gives me hope. I have hope that maybe when they find out who I am, they can forgive me. Just maybe they can even love me.
And what’s more, Aphros is gone. He’ll return, like all the fucking gods, but I finally told him no. I stood up for myself and saw that the world wouldn’t end because I did so.
My brother thinks I’m dead.
The sea dragons are without power.
When I get this collar off my throat and find my little creature to return the gargoyles to normal, everything will be good in a way it’s never been before. I want to celebrate. I want to be like Arthur. I want to enjoy this life.
I can think of no better way than to make this final connection with my gargoyles.
“Do you… do you want to have sex with me?” I ask, because the gargoyles have been quiet for far too long.
Arthur’s gaze meets mine. “Of course we do. But are you sure?”
I hesitate for just a moment, and then decide to go for it. “The only man I’ve ever had sex with was a man named Aphros. He… works with… the sea dragons. Tonight I saw him. He touched me and—“
“What?” Max sits up, and his eyes are filled with rage. “He touched you?”
Steven and Arthur rise, and there’s something deadly in their gazes.
“Where is he?” Steven asks, his voice deathly calm.
Angry men scare me, but somehow, I don’t feel afraid. I feel loved.
“It’s okay,” I say, speaking around the lump in my throat. “I told him no. For the first time. And… my creature ate him.”
Something changes in the air.
“He’s dead?” Max asks, sounding far too relieved.
I shake my head. “He’s a god, he can’t die. But he’ll be inside my creature until—“
“Wait,” Arthur interrupts. “He’s going to be shit out?”
I nod.
He starts to laugh, and the harder he laughs, the more the anger fades from the other men. They sit back down beside me, and Max pulls me into his lap.
“I still wish we could kill him,” Max says, stroking my hair.
I smile at him. “Me too.”
“But being shit out is a pretty close second,” Steven says, grinning.
Max continues to stroke my hair. “Did he hurt you?”
Steven and Arthur’s humor fades away.
I shake my head. “No. Not tonight.”
For a while he just holds me, and as time passes I become more and more aware of the fact that we’re all naked. And that his very hard cock is pressing against my ass.
Lifting my head off his shoulder, I meet his gaze. “You’re big again.”
The moonlight makes it hard to be sure, but I think he might be blushing. “Sorry, having a naked woman in my lap…” He trails off.
Arthur grins. “He means, we’re trying to be gentlemen.”
I glance at him. He’s hard too. When my gaze sweeps to Steven, I’m satisfied to see the same. “If being gentleman means having small, soft cocks, you’re all failing.”
Arthur chucks, but the sound is husky. “You did mention you wanted to have sex.”
I nod, and my stomach flutters. That is what I want.
Turning to Max, I whisper, “Will you kiss me?”
His gaze goes to my mouth, and without speaking, he leans forward, his lips crushing mine. At first his touch is soft, and then his mouth grows harder, more demanding. I part my lips, and his tongue sweeps inside.
I groan and press myself against him, my nipples growing hard as they brush his chest. My hands grip the back of his head and my fingers dig into his hair. My entire body seems to awaken. His kiss sends ripples of pleasure straight to my core.
When he draws back, he’s panting hard.
“What now?” I ask.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
Steven and Arthur draw closer.
Steven’s voice is husky as he answers. “We could touch you, if you’ll let us.”
This time, I don’t hesitate. “I trust you.”
Max’s mouth descends back onto mine, but it’s his turn to bury his fingers in my hair. Slowly, oh so slowly, he tilts me back, his tongue tangling with my own. My pleasure awakens with each flick of his tongue.
And then, someone brushes my core.
I gasp and pull back.
Steven strokes me very slowly, watching my every move.
I shift my legs, spreading myself for him.
He swears softly and then parts me. When his fingers brush my wet folds, I cry out, digging my nails into Max’s shoulders. His cock seems to grow harder beneath my ass, a reminder of what he wants.
When Steven continues to touch me, Arthur reaches forward. His fingertips brush my nipples.
My breathing comes in ragged.
“Like that?” he asks, watching me.
I nod, speechless.
He moves closer and leans down, his lips locking around one of my nipples. Pleasure explodes through me, and I can’t catch my breath. I can’t even think.
I lean back further, feeling as if my gargoyles are everywhere, touching me like I’m something beautiful and fragile. I’m not afraid. I’m excited. It’s like a dream come true.
The collar around my neck might still be there, but I don’t feel like a slave anymore… I feel free.
Just as that thought enters my head, I feel someone’s mouth on my hot core. My eyes open, and I gasp. Steven’s between my thighs, gently licking my folds in a slow, leisurely pace.
The sight of him turns me into jelly. My muscles jerk, and I dig one hand into the back of his hair, my body moving with each stroke of his tongue. I’m overwhelmed, lost to these men and their touch.
Arthur grips my other breast and begins to roll it between his thumb and finger. I swear I leave my body for a minute. I’m overwhelmed, overflowing with arousal.
Max trails kisses down my neck, then stops to suck.
I hold onto them, so turned on that I know I’m bucking against Max’s ass beneath me, rubbing against Steven’s lips.
A shudder moves through my body.
I don’t know how much more I can take.
When Steven sucks on my clit, I cry out, and my body shakes. I’m so close, on the edge of that beautiful pleasure that I need so badly.
As if sensing how close I am, they adjust. Max leans back, spreading his legs straight out in front of him. I’m still resting on his cock, but now we’re aligned so it’d take nothing at all to take him deep inside of me.
Steven leans over me. Holding my gaze, he grabs Max’s cock in a matter-of-fact way and starts to slide it in my wet folds. My nails dig into his back. I’m pretty sure I say one of their names, but pleasure overwhelms me, stealing all logic.
When he takes the head of his cock and places it at my ass, I watch him, wondering. These men won’t hurt me. I trust them. But I never really considered the logistics of having them all inside of me. Is this how they’ll fit?
Steven eases me inch by inch down onto the other man’s cock until we’re all breathing hard. Max is buried deeply inside of me, almost uncomfortably so. But I’m so wet, so ready, that his presence is tight, but not painful. How could I have gone without this for so long?
And then Steven rises over me, positions his cock at my core, and holds himself there. At first I’m not sure what he’s doing, and then I wiggle on him, taking him deeper. He swears, and I feel an overwhelming desire to have him inside of me.
I start to take him deeper, but he holds himself still, reaching between us and starting to stroke me again. The combination is like a strike of lightning. There’s a big cock in my ass. There’s a cock easing into my pussy, and now this man is stroking my clit like I need more pleasure.
It’s all too much.
Arthur leans forward, and suddenly, he’s kissing me.
His kiss is harsh, demanding, desperate.
He grasps my hand and curls it around his cock.
I grasp him, feeling powerful and sexy all at once.
Each stroke of my hand has a string of curses exploding from his lips.
And then he goes right back to kissing me, to claiming my lips like a man on the edge of madness.
Steven eases deeper and deeper inside of me, filling me entirely and completely, until I know he’s reached his hilt.
That's the moment. Lying there on the sand, beneath the stars, with the water rushing in my ears, I know true happiness. I feel… loved. I feel like I belong.
When they start to make love to me, that feeling only increases. They move together in a rhythm that feels familiar and new all at once. My body is open to them, ready for them. And nothing has ever been better than this.
Steven and Max increase their rhythm inside of me. Their cocks working together to build my pleasure higher and higher. With one hand, I dig my nails into Steven’s shoulder, and with the other, I stroke him.
When I look up, Arthur is kneeling at my side, his eyes closed. I know what I want, what I need. I turn my head and close my lips around him.
His eyes fly open, he growls my name, and his hands dig into the back of my hair as he pushes himself deeper into my mouth. My tongue curls around him. He swears again as I suck with all my might.
The men thrust in and out of me. My mind is gone. The stars spin overhead, and my pleasure builds with each second. I feel a shudder move through my body. My inner-muscles clench the cocks inside me harder, as if wanting nothing more than to milk them of their seed, and then I fall over the edge.
Crying out around the cock in my mouth, I move between the men, riding them like a wild creature. Thrashing. Taking them deep. Squeezing them harder, and riding the waves of my pleasure.
Arthur explodes in my mouth with a guttural sound, his cum filling my mouth. My own arousal builds as I continue to thrash.
Max comes next, his seed hot in my ass, warm and wet and so unbelievably satisfying.
As my orgasm begins to fade, Steven groans and comes, filling my pussy in a deliciously perfect way. He continues to move above me, thrusting in and out for several long seconds before he finally collapses above me.
Arthur pulls his cock free from my mouth and falls onto his knees. We’re all breathing hard, in complete peace.
I’ve never felt like this before, so unbelievably complete.
And yet, I find myself wishing Clark was here. If he was, maybe he could learn to care for me too. Maybe he could see the goodness in me, before he learns of my lies and deceit.
The men reluctantly pull out of me, and we lie together on the tarp beneath the stars, feeling content. My eyelids feel heavy, but my body hums with pleasure. I want to hold onto this moment forever. But I also want this to be real.
“I need to tell you all something,” I whisper.
Steven strokes my hair. “Hum?”
“Cerberus told me how to end this all. To finally be free.”
No one asks, and the only sound is the crashing of the waves.
“There’s a god, Hephaestus. He’s the only one who can help.”
“Hephaestus?” Max sounds confused.
“Cerberus says he’s in a sanctuary that only gargoyles know about.”
Max sighs. “I feel like there’s more to this story.”
“There is,” I take a deep breath, prepared to spill it all. “He can also help me remove my collar. He can—“
“Sirena?” Arthur asks.
I freeze. “Yes?”
“I know we have a lot to talk about, but all I can think about right now is burying myself deep inside your pussy.”
My body responds to his words in an instant. My muscles tighten and my breathing increases. “But tomorrow we’ll talk?”
Arthur reaches down and starts to stroke my wet core. “Yeah, tomorrow.”
I close my eyes, already leaning into his touch.
As much as I want to tell them the truth, I guess one more night can’t hurt, right?