I moan loudly and hope that Archie doesn’t wake. Thankfully, his snores remain the soundtrack of this delightful interlude.
Pennie forms a steady rhythm, as Bastien lines himself up at my backside. I reach and stroke him, encouraging him to enter me, as though that’s necessary. He already knows what I wish and just how amazing I feel. And since I control his body, his cock is starting this little adventure on the petite side.
Already coated in Pennie’s sheen, Bastien’s cock presses against me and then inside me. Again, I’m swarmed with sensation that obliterates all my thoughts, dampens every fear, and allows me to transcend this human body. I’m floating in the clouds, as connection is achieved in a whole new way.
As Bastien adopts Pennie’s cadence and everything feels entirely right, I dare to increase the size of Bastien’s cock until my groans become an uncontrollable force.
Then I glance up at Archie’s seemingly unsuspecting cock and reach for it. A moment later, I take as much of it into my mouth as I can and suck hard.
My behemoth of a lavender monster bellows, “Heavens to Betsy!!!”
I chuckle with his cock’s unique head in my mouth and maintain my grip on the base, working him with both hands and my mouth. The tusks present a challenge, but they’re so smooth and apparently sensitive because his moans quickly become roars when I slide my tongue over them and back again.
Pennie and Bastien continue moving inside me, but their concerted efforts become sweetly languorous, granting me the presence of mind to fully attend to Lord Archie’s satisfaction. His comical stream ofHeavens to Betsysinspires a rating system for all our future sexual exploits, which will be measured in the number of old-fashioned exclamations I can draw from him. I’m definitely feeling confident in my efforts so far. NineHeavens to Betsysand counting… not too shabby.
Pennie and Bastien, inspired by my frenzied whimpers, increase the pace of their rocking thrusts. When they lean and kiss each other over my shoulder, my heart soars. I feel it, the beauty and power of this bond we’ve forged. Only one thing would make it better and I feel him here with us, part of us always. Nico risked everything to bring us all together and he’s happy for us.
I close my eyes and imagine his hands on me, his fur stroking me, finally kissing him, and I swear I can feel his touch. I don’t know where he’d be in this crazy pile of us, but I know he’d be touching me, soothing me, his presence adding that much more to our bond.
And his fragrance… I can only imagine how alluring his scent would be in the midst of so much trust, openness, acceptance, and love.
“You belong here with us, Nico,” I think really hard as my body continues its part in this amazing sexual extravaganza.
Pennie issues some order, but the deafening pulsing inside my head drowns out his words, the tingling so powerful now I might actually come apart. With a few fierce thrusts, Archie climaxes at the same time as Pennie and Bastien. Their releases trigger a full-body orgasm that is so explosive I’m instantly lost in waves of pleasure that continue cresting over me, prolonging this true bliss.
I lose myself and discover myself, as my monsters are everywhere, kissing me, sucking on my breasts, licking the places where their fingers gripped me. Even Nico seems to be here, his furry arms holding me as I come undone again and again.
Then I’m being carried back to the tub, where the three of them clean me and soothe me until I’m finally ready to reinhabit my body.
In my dizzy state, I swear I can hear Nico.
“You’re perfect, my love. Absolutely perfect. You’re the one.”
Chapter48
Archie
The morning after the best night of my life, I expect the world to be brighter, possibly glittering, but it appears to be the same world that existed yesterday. The world hasn’t changed, as odd and unnatural as that seems, but I am forever changed. The enormity of my own evolution—and my uncertainty in how to process it—drives me from the bed where Pennie, Bastien, and my dearest Bianca still sleep, cuddled together so beautifully.
Entering the dining area, I instantly locate my future father-in-law chatting amiably with a dozen monsters, all seated at other tables around the room. Sir Jimmy sits alone at his table, as though it’s his throne. He’s sharing an animated tale involving golf, the smile on his face completely natural and engaging.
The monsters are wide-eyed and chuckle frequently at Sir Jimmy’s descriptions of the ridiculous game. When we first discovered golf, we thought it was a prank of some sort. We just couldn’t imagine any being spending that much time following and hurling a tiny ball around a massive field. It defied reason, but much of what we found in the human world wasn’t predicated upon good sense.
Sir Jimmy waves when he notices my arrival. I immediately walk toward his table, claiming the seat across from him. The other monsters respectfully nod to Sir Jimmy and me, and then return their focus to their own food and conversations.
“The food here is marvelous,” Sir Jimmy says, gazing adoringly at the stack of blue pancakes and thick slab of bacon. “One thing though… will that pool save me from another heart attack or is there a special menu filled with infinitely dull, cardboard-like food that I should be ordering from?”
Before I can answer, as though apprehensive about my response, he stabs a large piece of bacon and shoves it in his mouth.
Fighting a smile, I say, “The pool grants a brand of health that will surely prevent another heart attack, but poison would still kill you, so it isn’t immortality, just the freedom to live as you wish.”
He finishes chewing and sighs audibly. “Music to my ears, Lord Archie. Ilovethese pancakes.”
The innkeeper delivers a platter for me and bows before heading back to the kitchen.
“Over the years, those who traveled to your realm brought back food and recipes. It’s changed our cuisine for the better.”
Sir Jimmy tilts his head in that curious way of his, fully hearing what I’m both saying and not saying. “How often do monsters enter my realm—myoldrealm, I guess?”