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“I remember how much you like that,” Gael says, and then sucks my nipple fully into his mouth.

My back arches into the sensation, and I suppose that’s the cue for everyone to start doing things.

Axe’s head bobs up and down on my clit-dick, while Enzo and Dashel thrust into me in unison.

Through all the sensations, my eyes stay locked on Bastian’s gaze, filled to the brim with loving adoration as he watches me pleasure him.

I suck and swirl and lick his huge head. Then I have a wild idea. Instead of jerking him with two hands, I use one, and with the other…

He comes down my throat the second I cup his balls.

I push the sensation further by continuing to suck him well after he’s reached his peak. But once he grimaces, I pull away.

He shakes his head, gently touching mine, guiding it back. “Don’t stop, I love it. I love it through the pain.”

I know precisely how that feels.

I keep sucking Bastian’s cock, keep playing with his balls, promising myself that I will figure out how to take him properly.

The other heirs and Gael seem to know how distracted I was by Bastian’s forearm cock, and they all ramp up their attention.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Taking all these cocks at once, you’re absolutely divine, Dove.” Bastian’s praise sings in my chest.

“Go on and come for us. I want to see ecstasy painted all over your features.”

And like he spelled it from me, the coiled pressure within explodes outward, and suddenly I’m screaming into Bastian’s dick like a microphone.

I must have passed out because I have no memory of un-double-penetrating myself. No recollection of being washed off and lain on fresh sheets.

But when I wake, I’m snuggled between Bash and Dash, clean, fresh, and cozy.

I crack open an eye and see an unusual color. Gray but not? I rub my eyes and when the bleariness clears, I see it’s not gray. It’s silver, shiny like metal. I reach out to touch it and it’s warm like skin. It feels like skin.

“You like the new look?” Enzo asks, from Dashel’s normal spot.

I bolt upright to get a proper look.

“Oh wow, Enzo. You look like you’ve been cast in molten metal.”

He’s enormous. Lying on his side like a statue of a silver god, Enzo’s now bigger than Bastian, and I can’t help but check out his new package.

I let out a sigh. I guess those stretches need to happen sooner rather than later.

“He’s not the only one you granted an upgrade.” The voice behind me is so deep it rattles my bones and sends shivers to my toes.

I spin around. “Bastian! You’re fucking gigantic!” Sprawled out next to me and looking every bit like a lounging cat, Bastian is now the same steely blue as all his tattoos, which now glow faintly silver on his skin. A pair of twisting horns crown him, also cast in the same luminous silver.

My gaze drifts downward.

“Uh-uh. No way. There are no stretches in the world that’ll prepare me for that.”

It goes to his knee and is as thick as his monstrous calf.

Bastian laughs. “I wouldn’t expect you to, Dove. This appendage is clearly meant for your alter form. Which I can’t wait to see.”

I hadn’t thought about the possibility. I wasn’t even sure I wanted a true form. “You know, I think I’m fine with this body,” I say and slide on a silky robe that appeared in my room one day.

Chapter Thirty-One

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