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DARIUS

I shouldn’t be listening, but I can’t help myself. Charlotte’s cries of ecstasy as my nest-mates take turns with her are the finest music. Each sigh, whimper, moan, and scream is another instrument in the symphony of her pleasure. I’m addicted to each sound.

I want to be in there, in our nest, helping to please her, but I’ve been a horrible leader. I’ve done everything I promised myself I wouldn’t do: control their power, keep them from wielding it, making them feel small. I’m just like my father.

The thought is a bitter pill.

“Julius!” Charlotte cries, and I shiver.

I can’t help but want to know what she would sound like crying out my name. I’m a selfish leader, and that needs to change. Immediately. For the good of this nest, my nest, our nest.

CHARLOTTE

Julius wrings another three orgasms out of me before filling me with his own release.

I tap Atlas’ thigh and croak, “Mercy, please, mercy.”

The green gargoyle above me chuckles as he slowly withdraws every inch of that anaconda from my oversensitive pussy. A flood of our combined cum gushes out of me when he finally pulls free.

“Can’t handle us, mate?” Julius asks with a grin.

Atlas snorts, and Marcus grins like a fool. I pout.

“I very much can handle you all, just one at a time, preferably with a fifteen-minute break in between,” I huff.

Atlas chuckles as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then you will have the rest of the night off. My fist has satisfied me for many years. I can handle one more night.”

“Nuh-uh!” I argue, rolling over and practically tossing myself into his lap. “No way, you deserve a little something for not being such an asshole, in my humble opinion.”

“You honor me, Firefly,” Atlas says with a satisfied purr. “I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”

I purse my lips before I grin and lean down to give his cock head a kiss. The dark stone streaked with white and gray veins is so damn alien and hot. I was never one to be too adventurous, but when in Ireland.

“I want to take you in my mouth,” I murmur, pressing hot kisses up and down his shaft.

His texture is by far the most addictive that I’ve encountered with my gargoyles. The bumps that run along his shaft are akin to small spherical subdermal piercings. I’ve never been with anyone who had any dick jewelry, and now I’m with four men who are all decked out.

“How did we get so lucky?” Julius muses from his resting position beside me. He strokes his hand up and down my back, his fingers tracing my spine. “Such a cock-hungry mate we have.”

“Well, it’s because we’re the best protectors,” Marcus says, as if the answer is completely obvious.

“Maybe we saved some lesser God, and they granted us this delightful firefly as a boon,” Atlas whispers right before gasping.

His head slides between my lips, and I waste no time sucking in my cheeks. I want to blow his mind, show him how good I am for all of them.

Even if I forgive him for being an asshole before, I still want to give him pause for giving me such a hard time. It’s only fair.

I pull off his cock with a pop. “When did you come up with that little nickname?” I ask, arching a brow at him, my hand taking over for my mouth and stroking up and down.

Atlas makes a bit of a face, and Julius barks a laugh.

“You are not going to like where it came from,” Atlas grumbles, bucking his hips slightly and fucking my fist.

“Try me.” I urge him.

“He used to call you a pest.” Julius snickers.

“A firefly isn’t a pest. Were you really just being that much of a brat?” I ask, heat rising to my cheeks and absolutely lighting me up.

He gives me a grin that would melt the panties off me if I wasn’t already naked.

“Oh, fuck you.” I smirk, rolling my tongue over the head of his cock in teasing figure eights.

Atlas groans, his delicious salty pre-cum flooding my mouth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to be so…harsh. I was fighting my attraction to you. You burned me up from the inside out, and now I know why. I just had to give in to you, and it would be—” He cries out as I take him to the hilt.

I growl softly around his cock, the vibrations making him shiver as I suck his cock like it’s my job.

I move my hand that had been working his shaft down to those pretty balls, and I fondle them.

It’s a mind fuck to see and feel them as stone for all of a breath before they melt and become as soft as flesh. It’s such a trip.

“Gods, she’s going to suck my soul out,” Atlas chokes out.

“Oh yeah, she’s really good with her mouth. Best I have ever had,” Marcus purrs, and I growl again.

Marcus and Julius shift away from Atlas and me, giving us space to explore one another as they watch. My green gargoyle pulls the other man into his lap so they face each other, stroking both of their cocks in his fist.

The thought of them with anyone else burns my blood in a way that makes me want to get vengeance.

It’s more than a little irrational. I was with people before, and I am nowhere near as old as any of them.

Of course, they’ve fucked people before me, but they don’t have to talk about it while I’m bare-ass naked and dripping with their cum.

“She did not like that,” Atlas says, sliding a hand into my hair and gently pulling me off him. “We’ve had others, but none will compare to you. You’re the one we were all born and made for.”

I flush and press a kiss to his inner thigh. “Fair. I’ve had sex with other people too.”

Julius grunts and Marcus curses.

“We know, and we are glad there were men before us to prepare your perfect pussy for our cocks,” Julius says, though he runs his nails gently down my back.

The bite of pain makes me tingle all over, and I shiver, my pussy suddenly hungry once again for cock.

“OK, I think I’m recharged for you, Atlas.” I sit up slowly, trying to ignore the gush of fluids from my pussy as I eye him up and down.

When it comes to fucking these guys, I’m suddenly insatiable.

Atlas leans back, spreading his knees and showing off his body. “I’m yours. Take me, Charlotte.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I dive onto him, tackling him to the bed. I giggle as his hair falls into his face, obscuring his eyes before he pushes it back.

“Are you okay with me riding you?” I ask as I angle my hips over his, lining his cock up with my entrance.

“I’m yours,” Atlas breathes, his eyes holding mine and finally showing me the passion beneath his granite surface.

I sink onto his cock in a single motion, crying out from the intensity. Each nodule rubs my inner walls in ways that make it impossible to keep the mewls and moans in.

Atlas grips my hips, helping me rise and fall onto his cock, taking it from root to tip.

“Right there, right there,” I gasp, biting into my lip as the pleasure mounts.

I feel it in the atmosphere before I feel it inside me.

Cracking, booming, expanding, shattered. It all hits me at once.

My pussy spasms around Atlas’ cock, gushing as he keeps my hips moving, the pleasure of my orgasm stealing my breath.

Atlas continues to move me but begins to pump his hips upward, prolonging my orgasm before his own crests. He cries out my name as he fills me with thick, hot cum.