Page 31 of Loving the Knot


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I know what he means, but I’m not there. Not yet. Right now, I’m soaking up being good. Besides, if I want a punishment, I can just ask and they’ll give me what I need, right?

Zoro chuckles like he hears what I’m thinking and kisses me. Hard.

“Is it time?” Xeno asks.

“It’s time. We just need to take out the plug and add lube and our baby boy is ready for the machine.”

“I’m a little worried,” I admit. “Not terrified, just worried.” I trust them, but this isn’t them, it’s a machine. Impersonal. Cold. Not them.

“What worries you, baby boy?” Xeno asks, hands sliding on my skin, rubbing, comforting.

“It seems… large. Unyielding.” Inexorable.

“We are even larger and also unyielding,” Zoro notes, stroking his own cock, which is indeed enormous.

“Yours is special.” I swoop down and lick the tip. Zoro and Xeno’s cocks are what I want. They’re hot, fiery in fact, their come special, tingly and exciting. Does the machine have that?

Zoro purrs in response to my tongue on him, hand dropping to my head, keeping me there. It’s not a hardship to lick again.

I love the buzz of his spunk, and the way the huge demon lets me touch him.

Happy purrs and growls sound, Zoro clearly enjoying my easy explorations, so I settle in, lying across both of their laps. That gives me access to both their cocks and I switch from one to the other, keeping it loose and easy, no rhyme or reason to keep things surprising and new. They seem to love it, the sounds pouring down on me addictive.

All I need in the world is inside this room, right here, right now.

“Is it fair if we come again before putting our baby boy on the machine?” Xeno asks, his fingers stroking my skin, warming me.

“Of course it is,” Zoro responds before tugging my right nipple, twisting it so that the ache turns sharp and bright and zings all through me.

I don’t care if it is or not. I’m happy right where I am, doing what I’m doing. As long as it’s with them, I’m good. And I want to bring them pleasure. I want them to need me as much as I need them—that is what’s fair.

“Never letting you go,” Xeno promises, turning his fingernails onto my back, marking me.

I arch into the touch, my lips open on their cocks. They’re huge, but somehow I’m managing to touch both at the same time. Oh, not sucking on them together, but lip action to make them writhe for me. It makes me feel powerful.

I lick and nuzzle, bury my nose in their skin so I can fill myself with their scent.

“Such a treasure.”

“All ours.”

“Allours.”

I have to agree. Every flippin’ inch of me.

Zoro starts to get pushy, moving his cock so the head is front and center against my lips. Xeno grunts but doesn’t push back, letting Zoro have my mouth.

I focus on Zoro, and stroke Xeno’s prick, petting him gently. He pets me in return, hand sliding through my hair and rubbing my scalp while Zoro continues to pinch and pull at my aching nips.

Love. I love them, and I love the sensations that they fill me with. I’ve always enjoyed sucking, but with them, it’s a pleasure for me, too, and not just because of their touches, but because I know I’m making them feel good.

I manage to get my mouth around the tip of Zoro’s cock and pull enthusiastically. More drops of pre-come drop onto my tongue, the tingles so unique and so good. It keeps my balls aching, my need right there despite the lack of response from my cock. They’re magical and I will never forget that, never forget how lucky I am to be here, with them.

Xeno scoots down, moving his cock away, and then sharp teeth worry my right nipple.

I cry out, losing the cock in my mouth, and Zoro grumbles at me. Xeno chuckles, the sound wicked and blowing air across my burning flesh. Then I wrap my lips back around my prize and Xeno does the same, biting and nibbling and making me insane. I manage not to bite, but I do suck and let my tongue slide along Zoro’s slit.

We find a rhythm, and I can’t think. Not at all. Not that it matters. We’re making another circle of pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

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