Chapter 30 – Lamia
LAMIA
Ipress Ryker down onto the bed. His cock is still hard. Still covered in his come. But I don’t hesitate; I sink down on top of him.
His hard length is a tight fit, squeezing into my wet channel, hugging the line between pleasure and pain. But I settle fully onto him, gasping at the desire that moves through me. My nerves are alive, awake for the first time since becoming this thing, and I don’t want to stop feeling this way.
Rising taller, I lean back and place my hands behind me on his thighs. Then, angling him perfectly to hit every pleasure point inside me, I start to ride him.
He swears and grasps my thighs, but I don’t slow. I continue to ride him, rising up and then smashing down on top of his delicious dick until I’m seeing stars. Over and over again.
It’s somehow perfect and oh so dirty at the same time, slipping out of him, letting his hard length rub against my channel as he enters and exits. I feel alive. Awake to a life of pleasure rather than pain.
When Darius moves behind me and pushes me forward, I let him. Eager for what I know is coming.
But rather than just lay and take it, I turn my head and bite deeply into Ryker’s throat.
He groans and thrashes beneath me, cupping my breasts then flicking my nipples. He plays with my breasts like a man who wants nothing more in the world, even though his cock buried deeply inside my pussy tells a different story.
Darius is behind me then, his weight sinking the mattress slightly. When the tip of his dick presses into my ass, I try not to tense. I slide myself against the cock in my pussy and drink my fill of Ryker’s sweet blood.
My ass muscles tense and flutter around Darius’s long, thick shaft, but he sinks in deeper with every second that passes. By the time he reaches his hilt, I have to force myself to release Ryker’s throat. The pleasure that whispers through my veins is tremendous.
As is the moment they both start to move inside of me, while squeezing my nipples.
When I feel Darius bite me from behind, I buck against him, moaning. Oh god, it’s like these men know just how to touch me. Just what to do to push me further over the edge.
And I’m fucking grateful for it.
My nails dig into Ryker’s shoulders. I press harder and harder against them until I feel my own orgasm building once more. I’m eager to feel what I know is waiting for me. I move faster and more desperately between them until my inner muscles tense, and I come.
I know I’m screaming, shouting things I don’t understand, but I don’t care. This is what I’ve needed. Pleasure so deep that it seems to fill my very soul.
And when the men come inside of me, it only adds to my pleasure. These handsome gargoyles, sexy and muscled, wanted me. They fucked me. Came inside of me. And touched me like I was the only woman who mattered.
It might all be a lie. But for tonight, I was glad to believe them. Lie or not.
Breathing hard, Darius pulls out of me. Ryker keeps his cock firmly inside of me, but Darius and Vincent lay next to us, squeezed onto the little bed. I’m surprised when Ryker starts to stroke my hair.
“You said you wanted someone to talk to.”
My heart still races. “Yes…”
There’s a smile in Vincent’s voice. “Then talk to us. Tell us about your life, and we’ll tell you about ours.”
It’s strange how unnatural such a thing seems. “My life before I was this thing? Or after?”
“Both,” Darius says, the word firm.
I run my fingers along the strong muscles of Ryker’s chest. “You don’t want to hear about any of it.
My time before was mostly moments with my children.
Moments that were hard, but somehow perfect, because my children were my everything.
And my time after was mostly filled with death and loneliness. ”
“Tell us everything.” Ryker’s voice is soft.
“You’re tired,” I say, somehow sure the last thing they want to know about is me.
“Just start from the beginning,” Ryker says, and he sounds like he means it.
Which surprises me. Even though maybe it shouldn’t.
I take a deep breath. We’ve made love, something that made me feel vulnerable. I can do this too.
Just start talking. “The day I found out I was pregnant was one of the best days of my life…”
For hours we talk. I tell them all about my life, and they tell me about theirs.
Somehow it’s strange. I’ve lost so much in my life, but they never had much of a life to begin with.
They were warriors for their masters. Tools that woke up when their lands were in trouble and slipped back into deep sleep when they were done.
They had lovers. But not wives or even girlfriends.
They loved children, but never truly believed they would have any.
And they had families with their Brotherhoods. But they always felt like something was missing.
Our lives were so different, and yet, our conversation flows easily. And that connection I’ve felt with them? It only deepens.
When our conversation finally dulls, I listen as the gargoyles fall asleep. I want to sleep too, but a troubling thought invades my mind. These gargoyles were my victims. They’re helping me to save my children, and yet, I’m lying to them.
I haven’t told them that they can abandon me after we reach the Tree of Souls.
But I should.
So why don’t I?