Page 46 of The Huntsman's Heart
Pleasure burns inside me—aches with a sweetness that grows as Raban uses the flat of his tongue to put pressure on the secret place in my wet slit that only I have ever touched before.
Hot and hungry, I grind myself on him, loving the way his hands dig into my hips as he holds me close. Almost collapsing with the feel of his mouth on my cunt.
Évandre and Corvin drop to their knees beside us and together we free my breasts from the corset binding them. Their mouths descend one on each breast, and the sensation of the three of them at once is almost too much.
My body tenses. I’m so close. I grind harder but all it does is draw the string tighter until I feel like I’ll snap. With a whine of frustration, I lift from Raban and slide my own fingers over that secret place I’ve touched late at night in the dark. With practiced motions I work the little nub until finally I shoot over the edge of a precipice and down the terrifying slope on the other side.
Sensation spears through me and curls my toes and steals my breath for a long moment. I love and hate this feeling. Afterward I never feel sated. I always feel as if there’s a secret to it I don’t know.
My legs give out, and I sit back on Raban’s face and his mouth and lips extend the wave of pleasure until it seems to last an age. It feels different somehow, richer.
When it ends, I’m breathing fast. Beneath me, Raban groans. I pull back to see his face dewy with my slick and his expression dazed. “Thank you, princess.”
Another groan from behind makes me turn, slowly, bliss still lengthening time and making my movements languid.
“Fine.” Alaric tugs uselessly against the bonds. “I will. I will suck them all if you let me be the next to make you cum.”
I stare at him. Does he think I would let him try? “You will suck them if I tell you to. What makes you think you have a chance of giving me pleasure?”
His jaw twitches. “Let me try.”
“No.” Corvin helps me as I get to my feet and brush off my dress, eyes never leaving Alaric. “Watching them is the closest you will get to touching me again.”
Alaric
I’m aching and bound, unable to move or do anything other than beg her. The sight of her riding her pretty toy’s mouth and her handling the others had me out of my mind wishing it was her hands on me.
What would it feel like for her to look at me so sweetly, to smile and praise me and tell me how perfect I am? And I wonder if I would like it any better than when she taunts me. Her words are the same words Melantha taunts me with, but somehow when Guinevere says them it makes some of my old spirit move in me. It wakes my dead flesh to rise for her. What is wrong with me that I crave that from her? I’d do almost anything just to have her look at my cock and spit on me.
I should feel disgusted by how low she’s brought me, but all I can think is how good it feels to want something so badly again. “Please, princess.”
She quirks a brow. Then she looks around at the three gargoyles who are still hard and unsatisfied, their cocks standing out from their bodies as mine is. “Do you want him?” she asks them.
The dark haired one with the lion’s tail flexes his wings. “Would it please you?”
Gods, they’re just as spellbound by her as I am. I can’t blame them.
She smiles. “Yes, I think it would, but do not be gentle with him.”
The one who spoke moves toward me, his hard dick at the level of my face since I’m sitting. It’s long but not too thick. I don’t know how far I’ll be able to take him.
He moves so the warm weight of it rests against my cheek, and a shiver runs through me. I’ve never sucked a cock before. Of course I’ve had mine sucked and know what feels good, but being on the receiving end feels vulnerable.
“Are you not even going to untie me?”
Guinevere just laughs.
I open my mouth, and the leonine gargoyle slides his cock over my waiting tongue. The taste is not as strong as I had feared. It’s slightly salty, warm and rich with something I can’t name. I hate that I can’t move or even raise a hand to help control how much of it he thrusts into my mouth. All I can do is open my mouth and wait for him to use me, trying to angle my head in a way that will please him and therefore her.
I can’t see the princess until she moves closer, and when I catch a glimpse of the intent look on her face as she watches, my own cock twitches in response. She’s enjoying the sight of me like this, just as I loved watching them please her before. I can’t help the soft groan that escapes me as the warm cock between my lips slides deeper still.
The tall, angelic one steps close, huge cock in his hand, stroking it while his companion fucks my mouth. But it’s the pretty male I watch closely as he joins the princess, sliding his hands around her body to cup and toy with her breasts while she moans and leans her head back on his shoulder.
Jealousy swells inside me and I gag as the dark-haired gargoyle thrusts into my mouth. He doesn’t let up—only fucks me deeper, faster. I struggle to keep my lips wide, my throat open. Saliva dribbles over my chin. He grips my hair and plunges all the way to the back of my throat.
My eyes water. I try to gag, but he won’t budge. His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling on my scalp. Then with a groan, he releases me and pulls back.
I’m still gasping when the second gargoyle thrusts his cock into my mouth, plunging deep just like the first. The pretty gargoyle pushes one hand beneath the princess’s skirts and she moans.
