“I’d be happy to choose,” I rumble, wanting to feel her on my cock as I dive through clouds.
Her face turns sharply towards me, nose wrinkling.
“Fine.” She looks like wrath incarnate. “I’ll jill off for you fucking pervs.”
I bite down a laugh even as I see Arch make an unimpressed face.
“Here?” she asks, standing and dropping her robe smoothly to the dry grass. She crosses to the table, obviously ready to make this a spectacle. “Should I climb up and spread my legs?”
“Yes,” Arch snarls. He obviously underestimated our little bride.
“Fine,” she snaps, climbing onto the bench and laying down on the table.
She wiggles to the end of the table and lets her legs drop open.
“Like this?” she asks, fingers dropping between her thighs. She rubs her palms over her legs, sliding inward slowly.
“Right here? You want to watch me?” she whispers.
Her little pinkish fingers dip into her very pink cunt. Her toes find each bench, her foot arching and legs looking gorgeously tense as she spreads.
She shoves two fingers into herself and I groan needily.
“Fuck, you bat bastards, my fingers are better than your cocks.”
Yes, Arch has definitely underestimated our bride.I grin and pull my dick out, gripping it tightly.
“Just like this, you stones could never find my pleasure spot,” she gasps, obviously close to an orgasm already.
I hear Ben chuckle lowly, but Arch answers, “You’ve been coming all over our stone cocks for days now, little one.”
“Unneeded,” she mutters, “Just watch...”
Her one hand has three fingers buried in her wet and squelching cunt while the other uses two to circle her clit.
“Watch,” she gasps again, back arching.
I look over to Ben and Arch and both are stroking their cocks as frantically as I’m beating mine.Somehow, I think this is not what Arch had intended. He wanted her embarrassed, shy. Instead he’s getting a close-up on how our bride likes to be touched.
Win-win, I’d say, although Arch looks a tiny bit put out as he watches silently.
“Just here,” she whispers, arching harder, hands working.
And our little human comes apart, high-pitched whimpers escaping her grit teeth as her hips fuck up into her hands.
As she calms, I grip my cock hard, not quite sure I should squirt all over the ground.Though I wish to, dearly. I look to Arch, but Fern’s movements draw my eye.
She sits up on the table, legs swinging in the air as she licks her fingers clean–an adorable smirk on her face, to the groan of three, incredibly hard, gargoyle alphas.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Fern
Iawake the next morning, pressed between their bodies. The coolness of their skin is soothing on my flesh. I rub my face against my arm, relaxed and oddly at ease.
Why? Because I got some good dick?
I inhale deeply, their scents mingling and heavy in the air. It’s delectable. Something inside me eases, a deep tug inside me that makes my brain itch.What am I missing?
