Page 110 of Gemini Hunted
I mean, assuming he wants that, and assuming the others (especially Zephyr) all agree.
My mind’s made up to try, and it’s not the double pleasure lurking in Mordred’s Aquaman pants that did it.
It’s the look in his eyes when I kissed him.
The same look I’m seeing now.
Under all that John Wayne swagger and saucy banter, this tattooed, hot-as-hellfire sex demon is just a guy trying to find a place he can call home. A home and maybe a family that loves him. A family he can finally love back.
These are all things we can give him.
Our polycule has an agreement that we can add to my harem, it’s a queen thing, and it’s healthy for the witching world. Still, I feel like I can’t make any promises, not without the others consulted and fully on board.
Especially Zephyr.
But there’s definitely one thing I can give that kraken right now.
I relinquish Mordred’s back-door dick to V’s tender mercies and wrap both my hands around the kraken’s dominant joystick. Burning with need and fever, his shaft fills my palms to overflowing, like my fingers can barely close around his girth. His fat cockhead is flushed violet with craving.
When I rub my thumb over his slit, precum spurts against my skin.
“Hells, baby queen. Just like that.” Breath rough and uneven, Mordred engulfs my thighs in his big hands to steady both of us as I work him over.
Between my legs, under my uniform skirt, I’m fucking drenched. He’s huge, but my titanium pussy can take him.
I try to clear my head and think. “Uh, so, incubus. Are you the kind that practices safe sex? Because the guys and me, we’re exclusive, so we don’t—”
“I’m half Unseelie. I don’t catch mortal diseases or carry ’em.” The demon’s clever eyes drift over my tits to the weeping pussy that’s barely covered by my skirt. “And you’re already knocked up, true?”
“Uh, that’s a maybe. We gotta take the test to know.” I study him, all sexed up and ready to rumble. Most guys’ll say anything to get in my pants at this point, especially with me having extra and totally involuntary “powers of attraction” since I claimed the Unseelie Queen’s crown.
But hasn’t Mordred already proven we can trust him?
“Soooo…” I decide to make the implicit explicit. “What you’re saying is, no condom required?”
“We’d all better be quite certain,” V observes, sharp fangs nuzzling into my neck in a way that makes me shiver. “You’re very fertile.”
“Kinda a long shot thatI’mfertile. A lotta krakens ain’t. Endangered species for that exact reason, true?” By now, Mordred’s blatantly undressing me with his eyes. “But my boy would be into your dragon—both your dragons. My kraken, he’s pan too.”
My nipples are still swollen and tingling from V’s cruel attentions. Having Mordred watch me with that smoldery look in his swarthy face makes my dragon purr and my body hum.
When my snake nudges me forward from behind, my skirt flips up to expose my bare ass.
“My, my.” V’s attention veers abruptly from Mordred’s two dicks to my own back door. The reason I know is because V nips the curve of my ass in a way that makes me yelp. Then he drags his snaky tongue up my crack, from my perineum to my tingling pucker, in a long slow tease.
My eyes drift closed, my cunt clenches, and an aching moan slips out.
If my hole could blush, it definitely would.
“Suddenly,” the Goblin King purrs into my rosebud of sensitive, nerve-packed skin, “we have an absolute smorgasbord of options. I do believe I’d like to see our demon double-dicking you, darling. Since I’m not diphallic myself.”
Through the sex-drenched haze that’s hijacked my brain, I need a sec to work out what he’s saying.
“You’re gonna break Mordred’s fever with your alpha shifter spunk,” I say finally, for all of us. “While he simultaneously fills both my holes and fucks me.”
“Oh, fucking hells.” Mordred’s hands tighten on my thighs. His hungry face ignites with need. “I’msodown.”
“Sounds like that’s good then, Goblin King. That’s real good.” I glance over my shoulder at V. “So, uh, while you’re back there…”
