Page 8 of My Boyfriends Are All Monsters (Scared Sexy Collection #6)

Lucy

L et the record show that when Lucy Sawyer was presented with a gift from a literal god, I did not squander it.

Hemlock kept my wrists pinned above my head with a tentacle while two more wrapped around my ankles, keeping me spread-eagle.

There was a sound of rustling leaves and the smell of rain before two more men appeared: a vampire with glowing red eyes and long black hair, and some skull-headed demon that belonged on the world’s biggest hear-me-out cake.

The demon wasted no time sinking to his knees at the edge of the bed.

Moaning, he pressed his face against my pussy and breathed deep.

Clawed hands traveled up my body; the demon’s eyes found mine and watched with no shortage of satisfaction when my gaze widened at the sight of his tongue.

It was longer than my forearm, with a row of silver beads pierced along the top.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Oh, yes,” he agreed, sinking that long tongue into me.

Tentacles gently stroked along the soft skin of my breasts before suctioning themselves to my hard nipples and pinching.

A thick coil moved between my thighs, and I bucked my hips when the tip teased against my ass.

The kraken shifter at my back hummed in approval.

Long black hair tickled against my chest as the vampire traced kisses along my collarbone.

“Such a delicate neck.” He let his teeth scrape against the vein along the side.

“You know, I’m a tad surprised you picked a vampire after you learned I’ve already enjoyed the taste of your blood.

Most humans would have run screaming after that. ”

“Most humans lack imagination.” I tried to say the words with confidence, but with a demon between my thighs licking me like a fucking pro, it sounded more like a desperate whimper.

Hemlock smiled; the nail of his thumb pricked against the vein as he tilted my head farther, granting him better access.

The blood beneath the skin heated to a fever pitch in anticipation.

“I’m going to bite you here, Sweet Thing.

Sink my fangs in deep and taste your desire as you come apart beneath me. ”

The skull-headed demon groaned deep against my cunt. His beaded tongue swirled around the sensitive jewel of my clit until my legs shook. A tentacle slipped past the tight ring of muscle to dip its tip into my ass.

“Fuck!”

The vampire’s cold breath caressed my skin as he laughed. “If you can even hold out that long.” Teasing fingers slid up the nape of my neck until he grabbed a fistful of my braids and tilted my head back, crushing his lips against mine in a dominating kiss. “Hold it for me,” he whispered.

I shuddered, trying to hold back the mounting release. The demon between my legs shoved my thighs to my chest and drove his tongue so deep I couldn’t help but buck against him.

“Hold still for me.” The demon’s words came out in a guttural snarl, but the way his clawed hands gently stroked my thighs while pinning them to my chest was nothing short of a lover’s touch.

He curled his long tongue so that the round piercing at the base rolled against my clit as he worshipped me further.

Hemlock nipped at my neck. “I want my cock inside you while I taste your blood. Decide for me, Lucy.”

The kraken’s fingers dug into my hips as he pushed the tentacle deeper into my ass. Rolling waves of pleasure nearly took me over the edge when the demon pressed his tongue deeper to meet him.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned, desperately trying to rock against them.

“A pious girl,” they praised in unison.

The vampire tracing his thumb against my swollen lip continued, “I like that, though it’s not what I asked for. Tell me, dear Priestess, where do you need your god most, buried to the hilt in your ass, or deep in this weeping cunt?”

The demon withdrew his tongue and stood. In a wondrous turn of events, the silver beads adorning his tongue continued on his massive cock. He stroked the hard shaft over my pussy, wetting it with my juices. “Decide,” he said simply.

You know, I always thought if I ever got a chance like this, I’d balk at the massive cocks monster romances were known for. But they do say greed is a bottomless pit. May as well see if I was too.

My back arched, pushing more of my full breasts against the tentacles teasing me. “There’s three of you, aren’t there? Why choose?”

“I’ll try to be gentle.”

“Literally nobody told you to do that.”

A tortured laugh rumbled through him. “Priestess, where the fuck have you been?”

His fangs sank into my neck. The pain was as sharp as ice. Whispering praise soothed me as the tentacle piercing me delved farther, filling me, expanding till I was near to bursting. Thick, velvety coils wrapped around my waist; the demon grabbed the coils like a rein as he drove into me hard.

“Fuck, Hemlock!” I screamed, the pleasure inside me building by the second.

“Tight little piece,” the demon groaned. Another tentacle sucked at my clit, grinding the sensitive bud until it throbbed and ached with pleasure.

“Yes, yes,” I gasped, rolling my hips to keep in time as they fucked me, harder and harder until my eyes were wet with unshed tears.

Hemlock hooked his fingers in my mouth, keeping it open as a tentacle thrust inside.

The invasion sent me over the edge, my pussy lips swollen, my clit throbbing mercilessly, until I shattered into a million pieces.

The vampire cradled me to him, drinking deeper until I could hear my own heartbeat thrum in my ears.

Fangs withdrew from my neck, and his tongue caressed the mark he’d left behind.

I damn near cried out at the loss of his bite, but the tentacle fucking my throat left no room for screams. The demon pulled on the rein, lifting my hips higher, and he pumped into me with a throbbing intensity that caused the bed to creak with every thrust.

Hemlock lapped up a bead of blood that fell to my collarbone, then let out a merciless laugh. “Greedy thing. My little Priestess is getting fucked in every way possible, yet she still craves more?”

Without letting me answer, the tentacle in my ass expanded farther, and another worked its way in with the demon’s cock, suctioning itself to the front wall of my pussy before it began to undulate and suck.

“I’m going to paint this cunt with my seed,” Hemlock growled against my ear. “Let every myth and monster in these mountains know that from this day till the end of days, you’re mine.”

Fucking me with three mythical beasts in an imaginary town was one hell of a start to a relationship. But go big or go home, I guessed.

Groaning, the demon sank his claws into my hip and bucked until the world was nothing more than a dizzying mess around me. The heat pooling in my lower body threatened to consume more and more until I burst into a sea of sated flames.

The tentacle withdrew from my mouth, and a scream tore through my throat as I came hard.

“That’s my girl,” Hemlock praised. The vampire kissed my swollen lips before he tilted my head down, forcing me to look at the demon ravaging my pussy. “Watch me, Priestess.”

With a tormented groan, the demon finished inside me. That damn tentacle thrummed harder until spurts of cum spilled out of my hole, sending me over the edge a final time. Behind me the kraken cried out and painted my ass with his release.

Hemlock dragged his demon cock slowly in and out of my pussy, watching as more of his seed spilled out. He smiled in satisfaction, clearly fascinated with the mess he’d made of me.

My head lolled against the kraken’s shoulder. “If you’re expecting another round, I’m gonna need a minute. Or a day. And a shower.”

Chuckling, the demon finally let his cock slip out and arranged me in the center of the bed, where the four of us could curl up together.

The vampire ran soothing fingers along my shoulder.

“Trust me, Priestess, we’ll have plenty of time for that later.

For now, let me hold you. I’m not ready to let you up yet. ”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I said, snuggling against them.

When the high of my orgasm started to fade, I finally noticed the frantic buzzing from my phone. “I should probably answer that.”

“Probably,” Hemlock agreed. He plucked my phone from the floor with a tentacle and handed it to me.

I took it hesitantly. “This isn’t one of the tentacles that was inside me, is it?”

“No,” he chuckled. “That’s gross.”

“Just making sure.” My phone already had six missed calls and a stream of messages. Steeling myself, I held the phone a little ways away from my ear and answered.

“ Bitch, are you dead ?” Kira screamed.

After convincing my friends that I was alive and well, I finally tossed the phone on the bedside table and snuggled back into Hemlock’s various arms.

Kissing my shoulder, he settled me between the vampire and demon.

Arms came around my waist, dragging me deeper into his embrace.

Warm breath fanned against my neck in a cadence so soothing I nearly drifted off into sleep.

“Should I expect an army storming my town upon the morn as your friends come to rescue you, or do I have more time to enjoy you before siege preparations must be made?”

“Rest for now. Though it won’t be long before they show up for a visit once I send pictures. You made a cute little spot here.”

“So you’ll stay, then? I can shape this town into anything you like.

Build houses more grand than you’ve ever seen, and worship your body every night.

” He took hold of my face, peppering it with soft kisses.

“All I ask in return is that you stay. Save me from the loneliness of eons and share your warmth with me.”

My chest ached at his words. Despite being a hopeless romantic, I’d never been the type of woman men fall over themselves for.

Every long-lasting relationship I’d been in only added to the belief that the type of love you’d see in those fairy-tale romantic movies was just that.

A fairy tale. With Mark, I’d even tried pushing myself to get interested in his hobbies and gave him more grace than any romantic partner should need, and still, I was always treated as an afterthought.

Yet this demon, or god, or whatever Hemlock was, was ready to give me the world for nothing but my company in return.

“Does someone need a reason to want you?”

His earlier question had me reeling. A small, insecure part of me wanted to say yes. I needed some kind of proof that this sudden heartwarming devotion was a prize I had to earn so it couldn’t be taken away.

Yet when I looked into his eyes, there was only sincerity there. Causing a new thought to override the diffidence. Maybe, just maybe, some wishes really did come true.

I cradled his face and kissed him. “Honestly, you had me at free real estate.”

Hemlock barked out a laugh, and it might have been the purest emotion I’d seen yet. When it faded, my chest squeezed at the loss, and I made a vow there and then to do whatever was needed to bring it back. Anything to keep him happy and smiling.

I was his Priestess after all.