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“Are those…mashed potatoes?” a ravenous sounding gargoyle asks.

I try to mumble an assent, but Delaney’s plump flesh promptly silences all my sound.

“Here, let me help you out.” A deep voice echoes from somewhere beyond. Or maybe it just sounds that way because my ears are ringing and I can’t see anything past this pretty pair of plump pumpkins. Ooh, mental alliteration.

Delaney moves and I blink in the sudden absence of my woman lover’s love bags, watching from a removed sense of person as the headmaster I’ve always admired (not that way you sicko) uses a washcloth to gently clean Delaney’s face. Aww man, she looked so pretty with my cum all over her face, too. Rude.

Zac puts another washcloth into my hand, and I stare at it until I realize he means for me to help out in Delaney’s more…delicate areas. Aww, he’s being sweet because he’s never played in her wonderland before. I suppose I haven’t either, but I feel like that’s really just semantics at this point.

I get her somewhat clean before I am forced to look to the corner of the balcony where a dark shape is bent over our offering and scarfing carbs, fisting the potatoes into his mouth. Growling and slurping noises are abundant and I wonder at the fact that I’m most bothered by him ravenously consumingcoldmashed potatoes. Coldinstantmashed potatoes. “Wow. Demonboy wasn’t lying about the mashed potatoes. Those really do it for you, huh?”

“Th-that’s a…that’s a gargoyle. Delaney, your gargoyle isn’t gargoyling very well. He’s…away from his perch. I mean, I know you said that he as alive and simply cursed, but…I’m pretty sure you failed to mention the part where he springs to life and swings a third arm around in the nude.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Leo

I pause in my chow down to look at my body; three arms? Surely not. Did I miss something? I spend a few seconds exploring the warm lump on my chest that seems to have sunk into my skin. It doesn’t hurt per se, but it doesn’t feel great, either.

“I’ve missed these delightful spoonfuls of dense, buttery, fluff. Why can’t I stop eating them?”

“Leo,” my mate sighs, and the bowl of mashed potatoesreturns to the decking material, because I must greet my mate.

She winds her arms around me and I feel hot tears pressing against my skin where her face rests, but I know not why she’s sad. “Whatever is wrong?”

“She’s probably crying because she didn’t have to claim me before you were freed,” a man I do not know, but whom sounds familiar says.

I narrow my eyes and attempt to growl, but my mouth is still full so it comes out more as a gurgle.

Delaney pats my chest right over the lump and presses a kiss to it. “It’s okay. Leo, this is Zac. Zac, meet Leo. Zac is another mate, though we’re still working on making it official.”

I tuck Delaney behind me and crowd this Zac, forcing poor little Cory-bear to have to escape inside the room because there just simply isn’t enough space out here for all of us. “Why haven’t you claimed our mate yet? Does she not please you? Do you have other prospects? Are you on the verge of death?”

“Leo!”

I turn towards the light of my life. “What? I see no reason why you should be kept waiting. Look at you, your cunt is a masterpiece!”

“Er, thanks. We just sort of started hanging out yesterday, though. We’re good, I think.”

I turn back around, eyeing this man warily. “Does your penis not work?”

He starts sputtering. Imbecile. “Speaking of dicks…you are blessed, my gargoyle friend. Is the ritual done, then? Did we free you completely? I see your body has accepted its new heart.”

I don’t think my heart has the most importance in this moment. “What did you mean of me having three arms?”

“It was…a comment on your oversized penis.”

A smile warms onto my face, and I reach out to shake his hand. “I like you. Welcome to my mate’s harem.”

“Thanks, that means a lot. So, are you uncursed?”

“I…Delaney, come here, please.”

She steps closer and I grab her immediately, lifting her naked form up so she may be wrapped around me. “You were attempting to uncurse me?”

“It didn't work, did it?”

I take stock of my body, but it doesn’t feel any different besides the fact that there’s a foreign lump sinking deeper into my chest by the minute. “I’m not sure. I don’t know how I could possibly know one way or the other.”

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