Page 61 of Monsters' Manor

“Just look at you,” Ren says. “Soaked for us. So eager to be filled.”

My wet, wanting, empty pussy clenches on nothing at the slight humiliation in his words. With my mouth too full to speak, I just make another ragged, desperate noise and Ren chuckles.

He slides two thick fingers deep into me and I cry out again, bucking my hips against the sensation.

“Fuck, Silas,” Ren curses. “She feels incredible.”

“I’m aware,” Silas groans, eyes still closed against the onslaught of pleasure I’m giving him.

The glow of their approval makes a giddy warmth spread from the center of my chest. It bubbles up my throat in a delighted giggle, but the sound is lost in another sharp moan when Ren crooks his fingers forward inside me. He hits a spot that makes my whole body convulse in pleasure, stroking me over and over until a new sensation joins the feeling of his fingers stretching me.

Renwick’s tail teases up the inside of my thighs, brushes over the spot where he’s still working his fingers in and out of my pussy, and slides higher still until it’s pressed against my ass. My breath catches as it prods and tests, breaching the tight ring of muscle there in a heavy, determined push.

“Breathe, Rosie,” Ren says.

My exhale comes out through my nose in a shaky rush and my body relaxes, letting him further inside.

“Look at you taking us so well,” Ren purrs, stroking my back as his tail continues to work in and out of me. “Such a good little witch for us. So well behaved.”

I whimper around the cock in my mouth and Silas thrusts further in like he can’t help himself, sliding into my throat. I swallow him down, dig my nails into his pale flesh, revel in the feel of having him warm and solid beneath my hands.

A moment later, Ren’s second hand joins his first, reaching between my thighs to catch my clit in a light pinch. It sends me spiraling, wrenches a muffled scream from my throat, and has me racing quickly toward a climax. I almost think Ren will edge me like he did that night in the forest, keep me wound tight and wanting, but the demon has a little more mercy in him tonight.

“Let go, witch,” he says, leaning his big body over my back and murmuring into my ear. “Let go for us.”

It’s all the encouragement I need.

Letting go, letting all of it in—the two of them, the magick we’re creating, the beautiful impossibility of this entire night—pleasure rips through me. From where my lips are wrapped around Silas’s cock to where Ren’s tail is lodged inside of me, it burns through me like wildfire as I come in devastating, soul-shattering waves.

Both my monsters hold me all the way through the aftershocks. Silas threads his fingers into my hair, and Ren keeps gently stroking me, drawing every last drop of pleasure from me he can.

“Beautiful,” Silas murmurs, and I finally find the strength to peel my eyes open, even though my limbs still feel like jelly. “So beautiful when you come for us, darling.”

Needing a few seconds to catch my breath, I pull myself off him and rest my cheek against his thigh.

“Have you had enough of us, witch?” Ren asks, and although there’s still a thread of teasing in his voice, there’s also a note of tender care.

“No,” I groan, making my loose muscles cooperate as I raise up off Silas to look at him. “Not nearly enough.”

“Are you sure?” Silas asks. “If all of this is too much, we don’t have to—”

“Hey. That’s my line, remember?”

Silas laughs, and before I can get another word in Ren grasps my hips in both hands, tugging them back against his.

It’s not Ren’s tail pushing against my ass this time, and when I glance over my shoulder the demon is watching me with a challenge in his red eyes.

“Can you take us both, greedy girl?”

I’m sure my own eyes are bright, eager, glazed with lust and power as I nod and push back against him.

Ren tightens his grip to hold me still. “Slowly, love. Let me ease you open.”

With a snap of his fingers, an ornate glass bottle appears from nowhere. He pulls the stopper and tips some of whatever’s inside into his palm before taking his cock in hand and rubbing it in slow, provocative strokes.

Demon lube, I guess. Whatever it is, it smells divine. Sharp and herbal, with notes of rich spice. When the blunt head of his cock presses into my ass, it’s also warm and tingly and so unexpected that I let out a strangled cry and squirm against him.

“Like that?” Ren asks, rocking into me again.

---