Page 113 of My Monster’s Keeper

Her sounds and mutters.

Eventually, she reaches a clearing, the one I’ve chosen for her. She pauses in the middle, panting. I walk out of the dark and, like she can feel me there, she turns.

She tenses, but as soon as she darts to the left, I grab her around the middle with one arm and slam her back up against my chest.

I don’t hesitate. I reach down, gripping my heavy cock in my fist and just push my way into her. She’s so fucking wet she’s dripping. I growl fiercely and bite her neck, and she goes still.

“Wilder,” she whimpers. “Wilder, please.”

I hold her body, moving her back into me, over and over. My cock grows even bigger. The frenzy keeps building and building.

She screams out and clamps around me, her pussy squeezing the damn life out of me. I snarl and force myself even deeper into the sweet fucking heaven I’m buried in.

Becky goes almost limp, but that doesn’t stop me. I pull out of her and swing her around, smugly taking in her pleasure-filled expression. With one arm around her ass, I use the other to cup the back of her neck. Vines shoot out of the ground, supporting her back and steadying us both.

She whimpers. The sounds make me harder. I reach down between us and grip both my cocks, stroke them hard and then push back into her.

Her eyes shoot wide open, and she lets out a ragged cry. I grit my teeth and withdraw before pushing back into her.

“Take it, warrior, I know you can,” I growl and pull her hips towards me, impaling her on my cocks. I stop moving for a moment, running my eyes over her face.

Her eyelids flutter, and she moans and clenches around me. I hiss and start moving again. The vines are holding us now, supporting her weight like that recliner she loves so much. Holding her exposed so that I can get to her.

A shadow rushes, and my hands are ripped off her neck. Her back falls and is caught by long fingers with tinted nails. Stix smiles in the moonlight.

“I think we should learn to share,” he murmurs.

Becky’s eyes widen. “Yes.”

I narrow mine, the urge to destroy the shadow raging with how good it feels to be buried inside her. My cocks win.

I grunt at him and thrust into her a few more times, but I look up and notice him murmuring in her ear. When he stands up, he undoes his pants and steps closer to her. Becky tilts her head back and opens her mouth.

My thrusts slow and finally stop as he edges closer. His monster cock with the barb poking out is in his fist. He strokes twice and then feeds it into her mouth.

I groan and pull half way out, only to slide back in. I can’t look away from the bulge in her throat. She’s like the tightest glove, but she’s wet and taking me perfectly and swallowing him, barb and all. She’s perfect.

She wants more.

I understand, I think. I look up at Stix and catch his eye. With no verbal communication, we start thrusting into her at the same time. I pull out and grip both my cocks together, looking at her gaping hole and the slick dripping off my dicks.

Fierce need drives me. I thrust back in, determined to make her mine.

She lets out a high, shrill whine, but she takes me. All of me.

My brain melts and explodes.

I close my eyes and resume fucking in time with Stix.

The sounds she was making before were bringing me close to the edge of my control, but watching her struggle to take his cock, hearing the sounds of her sucking, sends me over the edge. I slam into her and then reach up and grip her throat, putting pressure on them. I can feel him inside her.

It should be weird.

It’s fucking hot. Stix tilts his head back and groans. The Shadow King’s eyes roll, and his abs tense as he caresses her jaw.

“So good,” he murmurs.

I release my grip as he withdraws. Becky splutters, but she can’t lie to me. She’s dripping. She wants this. Her body responds to us exactly as it ought, and her eyes plead for more.