Page 179 of A Game of Monsters

Taking the base in my hand, I brought it to the pad of my tongue and slapped it upon it, three times.

“In,” Erix growled, practically dribbling with anticipation.

Not needing more encouragement, I took his length as far down my throat as I could manage. Erix Oakstorm, ever the challenge. With every ache of my jaw, it only forced me to work harder. Tongue wrapping around his shaft, I sheathed him inside until the gag forced me to stop.

Tears of pleasure filled my eyes, pouring down my cheeks, soaking my skin. Erix reached up and cleared them away. Knotting his fingers in my hair once again, he guided me back to my task.

With my lips and starved tongue, I showed him just how much I missed him.

“Good boy,” Erix purred. “My good,goodboy.”

I didn’t notice the door to the bedroom open, or the footsteps, until the cool brush of a breeze dusted across my parted arse. “Well, isn’tthisa welcoming sight.”

“Finally, the Saviour arrives,” Erix said, leaning up on his haunches. “Better late than never.”

I looked behind me, Erix’s hard cock gripped in my hand. Duncan’s gaze darkened as he took me in, on my knees, arse positioned up. Unable to take his eyes off my sex, Duncan’s hands rushed to fumble with the belt at his waist.

“Join us,” I encouraged.

His trousers slipped over powerful legs, before he stepped free of them. “Oh, I certainly intend too.”

The way Duncan looked at me set a rushing blaze within my chest.

“I hope you’ve been so busy that you’ve built up an appetite?” I asked. “Because a feast awaits you.”

I already knew his answer.

“I’m famished,” Duncan replied, confirming my thoughts. “Utterly, desperatelyfamished.”

Working Erix’s cock with my hand, I looked back to watch Duncan shed the rest of his clothes on the bedroom floor. His eyes were lost to my entrance, completely engrossed with it

I delighted in the way his tongue lapped over his lip, a glistening line of spit left in its wake.

“Get back to work, darling,” Duncan said as he came to kneel at the end of the bed. “Don’t stop on my account. You know I enjoy watching.”

Smiling to myself, I did as he asked, knowing exactly what was coming next. Duncan spread my arse apart, lowered his tongue to my entrance, and began the feast he’d finally arrived in time for.

We were a tangle of perfectly poised bodies. Erix was content with having his cock in my mouth, so he carefully leaned over my back to pass the vial of lubrication to Duncan. There was always a supply in the bedside drawer, where once had been books and miscellaneous items. I didn’t ask which of them supplied it, but there was always plenty to spare.

Just as stores of milk, bread and soap were necessities in life, so was lubrication in our case.

As one, Erix and Duncan turned me on my back. The care that they put into every move was obvious. Erix placed a pillow beneath the bottom of my spine, propping my hips up. He helped place my legs over Duncan’s shoulders, laying kisses up my thighs and over my shins.

Duncan busied himself with drawing a couple of my toes into his mouth. There was never a chance he missed to wrap his tongue around each digit, hungry eyes fixed to me, then to Erix.

“Now these are exactly the type of celebrations I had in mind for today,” Erix said as he knelt at my side, turned my head with a careful hand and placed his rock-hard length back into my mouth.

“I always knew you had good taste, Erix.” Duncan’s fingers worked to touch every inch of me, memorising me with his touch as if he didn’t already know me to the finest detail.

“Something we share in common,” Erix added.

“Then would you both get to work,” I begged, mouth salivating for what was to come. The pleasure, the enjoyment – existing with them in the same moment was life’s greatest joy. “I can’t wait another second for this.”

“I’m going to make you enjoy every fucking moment.” Duncan simmered as he righted himself, lathered his cock and then proceeded to guide the thick head to my entrance.

The warm spread of pleasure and pain echoed up my spine. The feeling only intensified as Duncan eased himself into me.

Duncan’s strokes started off slow, then built as he recognised my body growing used to him. Two weeks without sex, and I felt like it was the first time again.

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