Page 169 of My Monster’s Keeper

Wilder grips my hair tighter and pulls me down harder. I gag and choke, but then I’m forced to swallow as mouthful after mouthful of cum pours into me. His dicks twitch and shiver in my mouth, but he doesn’t let me up.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Frost growls and hammers into me harder. His hips piston into me, leaving the room almost echoing, the thunk of his thighs hitting my ass, skin slapping skin, his cock slipping into my wet pussy, and our breathing so strained.

Frost yelps but fucks into me harder still.

“Good Fae,” Stix murmurs.

I don’t know what he’s doing, but whatever it’s making Frost do is incredible. He’s grinding his hips in a circle, gripping me harder, dragging me back onto his cock rather than fucking me.

Wilder pulls his soft cocks from my lips and then slaps my face with them. I sob because I should hate it, but all I want is for him to do it again.

I’m still holding onto Wilder, but I twist to look over my shoulder and find Frost’s head back on Stix’s shoulder. My shadow stares at me.

“How’s it feel, little one?”

“Good.”

“Just good?”

“Amazing.”

Stix grins and bites hard into Frost’s neck. The Fae shouts out and thrusts even harder into me, losing control. The only thing keeping me up is Wilder’s grip on my shoulders and Frost’s savage grip on my hips.

He shouts, and his cock stiffens, heating up to blow torch levels of heat before turning ice cold and spraying his cum across my insides. A knot grows suddenly, locking us together, and I scream as Frost suddenly thrusts harder into me, grabbing my hips like he’s trying to crawl into me.

My body clenches around him, waves of sensation throwing me around. When the wave slows, I hang there, supported by Wilder, who strokes my hair.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Such a good girl.”

What would happen if I got pregnant?

I shake that terrifying but intriguing thought away.

Stix walks off. I hear water running, but by the time he returns, I’m standing upright, bow legged but upright, and Frost has collapsed on the bed, his knot deflating.

I need more.

I almost weep at the demand of my body.

Puppy appears between my legs. Just appears there and shoulders my legs apart. I gasp and barely catch my balance before his tongue is working its way inside me.

I whimper and gasp and clutch at his hair.

“Puppy!”

His tongue reaches a spot inside me and rubs on the wall of my vagina, pressing into those bundles of nerves. I spasm, my hips jerking into his face uncontrollably. His eyes glow up at me as his tongue curls into me, tearing a mind-shattering orgasm from me with no warning.

“Puppy!” I pant a couple of minutes later, pulling at his hair. Trying to get him to stop, but he’s on a mission.

I’m barely coherent when he hits a spot that causes my body to simply explode in reaction. I pull his hair, screaming as I tighten around his tongue. He doesn’t stop,though. Oh, no, he keeps undulating it, forcing it around in circles, rubbing me in a way that drags my orgasm out longer and longer.

I sag, panting, sweat dripping from my face.

He crawls up my body and then picks me up and spins me. Stix presses against my back and kisses my shoulders.

“A knot and a barb,” Stix murmurs. “We’re calling this an experiment.”

My eyes widen as I really grasp what they’re going to do to me.