Kiran gives him a look of disbelief and Edan elbows him.
“Well…” I pause to think. “Can you take off your clothes?”
Edan instantly begins to strip, so fast that it’s kind of flattering. My gaze roams over his rippling biceps and delicious-looking abs, then I have to stop myself from drooling when his pants hit the floor. Oh, this guy is big everywhere. And I like my men big. This brew knew exactly what I wanted.
I turn to Brenton, who’s looking between the other man and me. “Come on, then, let’s not waste time. If you guys are going to start fucking me, we may as well start. I’m already naked, after all. It’s only fair.”
“You want us naked?” Brenton asks really slowly, his brows drawing together. “For sex?”
Dang. I thought they’d already know everything. “Yeah, it’s been a long time for me. I really just want to get off. And if all of you look as good as he looks naked, then I don’t think it’ll take much to get me going.”
Edan gives him a look. “Come on! You heard her!”
And Brenton, thankfully, begins to strip too. I actually lay back on my remaining pillows, watching the show. Never before have I felt so confident, but it helps to know these aren’t real men. Brenton has everything off except his pants, and he’s delicious-looking too. Literally, I squeeze my thighs together because I’m feeling all hot and bothered.
His pants come off, and I let out a low whistle. “Very nice.”
“Yeah?” he says, looking uncertain even while his cock hardens.
“Very,” I practically purr the word.
Then, we all look at Kiran.
He folds his arms in front of his chest but looks uncertain. “We’ve just awakened. We should be doing…things. Looking for the others--” I spread my legs, and he stops talking.
“So,” I begin, “does anyone have a preference? Pussy? Ass? Mouth? Something I haven’t thought of?”
“Pussy,” Brenton says, lifting a hand, then adds, “Please.”
Oh, this brew was good. It knew I liked my men shy and polite.
“Ass?” Edan shudders. “You have the kind of ass a man would want to fuck for days.”
“Smooth talker,” I compliment, winking at him.
Then, I look at Kiran. “So how do you feel about me sucking you off?”
“My,” the word comes out strangled, and he clears his throat. “My dick? You want to suck my dick?”
“If you want,” I offer. “But then I want to suck it really hard. As much as you want. And make you come as hard as you make me come.”
He starts to undress.
Brenton climbs on the bed, and I shift over to make room for him. When he’s lying on his back, I climb on top, straddling his cock, but not yet putting it inside of me. The bed shifts behind me, and Edan is there, looking like he doesn’t have a clue what to do.
“Should we start out slow, or get right to it?”
“Slow,” they all say at the same time.
God, I’m going to have to make my friend a batch of cookies. Her spells are amazing. How many men in the world actually ask to take things slow with a naked and willing woman? Not many, that much I know.
So, I lean over Brenton, ready to kiss him, when he says, “Are you a witch?”
I stop and laugh. “No.”
“Then why are you the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?”
I look down at his handsome face. He’s got that youthful look that most immortals have, but also a few wrinkles, just like me. The way immortals get when they’re really, really old. But the arch of his brows, and the dark lashes on his eyes, all of him, is just…indescribably handsome. This man thinks I’m beautiful? It’s probably the spell, but still, it makes me feel damn good.
“I’m not that beautiful,” I tell him with a smile. “I’m old, have wrinkles, and my boobs stopped being bouncy a good hundred years ago.”
Edan speaks behind me. “You must be looking in the wrong mirror because that’s not what we see at all.”
To my surprise, he lays down beside his brother and looks up at me. His blond hair is a little wild. His blue eyes easy to get lost in. And I realize he has the face of a man who smiles a lot, and I like it.
“So, you brew-boys think I’m hot?”
“Steaming hot,” he tells me, his voice dropping to an even deeper octave.
I grin, lean over Brenton, and kiss Edan. At first, he seems frozen in surprise, but slowly his lips soften beneath mine. I dig one hand into his wild hair and deepen the kiss, slipping my tongue inside his mouth. A groan tears from his lips, and he tentatively runs a hand down my arm, as if unsure about what to do.
Finally, I pull back from him, and we’re both panting.
“I…want to try that,” Brenton says, sounding aroused as hell.
I grin and lean down and kiss him too. He’s more eager than Edan, kissing me with abandon, his hand digging into my dark hair. His tongue tangles with mine over and over again, and his hips buck beneath me.
All of it…every moment of it, well, it’s a turn-on.
I finally break our kiss and look back at Kiran. His mouth is hanging open, as if in shock, and his hand is curled around his cock as he pumps it. When our gazes connect, he slowly moves closer to the edge of the bed, near me, and I push his hand away from his dick and curl my hand around it. He leans down, and we kiss too. He seems shy as our lips meet gently, and over and over again, as if he’s tasting me.
When someone’s hands close around my breasts, I gasp and break the kiss. Brenton’s gaze meets mine, his huge, warm hands curled around me.
“Is this okay?” he whispers.
“More than okay. That feels amazing. Actually, you guys can touch me as much as you want. If I don’t like something, you’ll know it. I promise.”
Brenton continues to cup my breasts, as if experimenting with them, then flicks one nipple with his thumb. I moan and rub against the length of his cock. His entire body jerks and his eyes go wide. Then, he begins to stroke both my nipples, caressing them, building my desire. When Edan leans forward and begins to suck on one of my nipples, my head feels like it’s spinning.
I glance back toward Kiran, and we kiss again. Slowly, I pump his big cock, and he groans against my lips, our tongues tangling together. Before I know it, Brenton and Edan are sucking my nipples, and I’m wet as hell.
Tearing my lips from Kiran, I moan, “Okay, I need you guys inside me.”
Brenton and Edan stop sucking my breasts, and they all stare at me, as if waiting for me to take the lead. Damn. That’s kind of hot.
I reach between Brenton and I and level the head of his penis at my opening. All of the men are glued to my hand as I slowly lower myself on top of him. He’s big. Easily the biggest man I’ve had inside of me, so I go slowly, enjoying the way he seems to squeeze inside of me. When I finally reach his hilt, I stop, panting.
“Edan, you’re going to have to go slow behind me. You’re a big guy, and my ass is going to be tight around you.”
He swallows, and I watch as a shudder wracks his body. “Okay, yeah.” Rising up onto his knees, he moves behind me. “How should I…start?”
“Is your cock wet?”
“Yeah,” he says, his voice husky.
“Then ease into me, really slow.”
He spreads my ass with his big hands, and I hold still as the head of his cock pushes inside my ass. I gasp, digging my nails into Brenton’s shoulders. The fit is tight, almost too tight, but he must have been covered in precum, because it’s not uncomfortable.
When he is all the way inside of me, I lean down and start kissing Brenton again. Kiran reaches over and begins to stroke my breasts, and then Brenton reaches down and strokes my core. A shiver rolls down my spine, and I feel every hair on my body stand on end. This feels good. No, better than good. I don’t know how I’ve spent my long life with only one man at a time when I have so many sensitive places that need to be touched. And when touched at the same time, it feels like my bo
dy is coming alive for the first time.
I begin to move between the two men, and everybody groans. I pull my lips from Brenton and wrap them around Kiran’s large cock. He tastes sweet and salty, and the way my name seems to tear from his lips is hot. One hand wraps around the back of my head, and he slowly pumps in and out of my mouth, as if unsure.
I continue to work myself between the two men, and Brenton’s fingers stroke my clit, while their cocks awaken every nerve inside my body. Edan reaches around and grabs my breasts, then begins to thrust harder and faster into my ass. Brenton follows his lead, pounding into me in rhythm with Edan. When Kiran takes himself deeper and harder into my mouth, I gag, but I love the feel of him taking control.
And then my orgasm hits and I can’t think anymore. I’m not aware of anything at all. Only the sense of pleasure rolling through my body. My vision turns black, and my head swims. But every nerve in my body is too busy screaming in pleasure to care. I work myself between the two big men and suck Kiran harder, until I feel them come, one after the next.
It’s hot. Making the three men come. Riding them hard while they ride me.
A second orgasm hits, and I’m screaming around the cock in my mouth.
I swear I go somewhere else. I explode into a thousand pieces. I’m not even myself.
When I collapse between them, Kiran lays down on his brother’s side, and we all just breathe together for awhile. It feels oddly nice. Even when my head starts to clear, I’m not uncomfortable. It’s like all my life I felt out of place, but with these men, I’m not. And it’s silly. They’re not even real.
But I kind of want to drink that damn magic brew every day and have them stay with me forever.
The idea brings tears to my eyes. I try to blink them away, but a sniffle escapes.
All three men tense.
Brenton lives my chin, and his face swims in front of me. “What’s wrong? Did we hurt you?”
I shake my head and try to smile. “No, not at all.”
Kiran sounds upset. “I knew this was a mistake. It was too fast for our first time.”
“Your first time?” I look at him in shock, then at the other two. “You guys were virgins?”
They all slowly nod.
“Magical virgins,” I mutter. “Now I’ve seen it all.”
“We’re so sorry,” Edan says, his expression miserable.
I laugh, feeling silly about my vulnerable moment. “Don’t be sorry. That was the best sex of my life.”
“Really?” Kiran asks, sounding doubtful.
“Really.” I smile, and he slowly smiles back.
“Then why were you crying?” Brenton still seems worried.
I shrug, trying to figure out how to explain myself without sounding crazy. “I guess just because this was so perfect. It feels like we were all meant to be together. And I know that can’t be true. It’s just the magical brew. None of you are even real.”
Edan laughs. “We are most definitely real. And what’s all this talk about brews?”
I find myself blinking slowly. Do they not know? “This all felt perfect. Like I could spend my life like this with all of you. But it’ll end soon. That’s how the magic works.”
“It does have to end,” Brenton says slowly. “But we only need to check in with the other gargoyles, then we can come back, if we’re not needed.”
I think my brain just fizzled out. “Gargoyles?”
Brenton nods, brows drawn together. “I don’t know how long we were trapped beneath the lava. We don’t know anything about the world we’ve been born into. But gargoyles are charged with hunting and killing the world’s monsters, so we have to learn if we’re needed.”
Holy shit. These guys are gargoyles, not lovers brought by the brew. And if they discover who and what I am, they’ll kill me.
Trying not to startle them, I slowly climb off of Brenton and grab my robe, my heart racing.
And then someone knocks at the door.
“I should…uh…get that,” I say, then scramble out of my bedroom.
But who could be at my door? Is it another gargoyle? Is this all a trap?
I’m ready to shift into a deadly form when I grab the handle and turn it. Outside my door is a tiny man, naked and grinning. He has a few wisps of hair on his head, and a sunken-in chest.
“You drank the brew, and I’m here to satisfy you!” he practically shouts.
“Uh…”
Then he starts swinging his hips so his dick is helicoptering around. “Come on, let’s go fuck and get you what you need!”
I sense someone behind me and turn around. All three gargoyles are dressed, and they look pissed. Brenton leans on the doorframe behind me and looks down at the man. “I’m afraid she’s already been satisfied.”
“But the brew promised me a pussy,” the man pouts.
“Talk about her like that again, and I’ll crush you,” Kiran threatens behind me.
The man pales, sprouts two sad-looking wings, then takes off into the sky.
So, that was the man the brew brought? And the hunks behind me? They’re my enemies.
Damn it.
I try to force my face into a mask of calm as I turn back around. All three of them are staring at me, but I can’t get a sense of how they feel.
Clearing my throat, I force a smile. “Well, I guess it’s time you go.”
“Go?” Edan repeats like he can’t believe it.
It hurts to say. “Yeah, we all had some fun, so I guess that’s what should happen.”
“You don’t want us to stay?” Kiran asks.
Yeah, I do. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. But I also want to keep my head attached to my body. “You should go.”
Brenton reaches out and touches my face. “I thought what happened between us was special.”
“It was,” I say, and I must be weak, because I lean into his touch. “But you have responsibilities and so do I.”
“Can we come back?” Edan asks, those green eyes of his filled with pain.
“I-- I don’t know.”
They all wait, but I can’t seem to think of anything else to say.
Brenton leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips, then walks out the door. The other two follow, kissing me too. When they reach the lava river, they turn back to me, and I get the horrible feeling that I hurt them.
I wrap my arms around my chest, feeling lost. “Thanks. For everything.”
They stand, just staring back at me. After a minute, Brenton turns away and stone wings sprout on his back. The other two sprout wings as well. They look at me again, and it takes everything in me not to beg them to stay, and then they shoot into the sky.
I watch their shapes until they disappear, then collapse onto the front step. Some part of me knows I should just be grateful I survived an encounter with gargoyles, but I’m crushed that I lost them. That I had to send them away.
It takes me a little time before I stand and go back into my little house. I walk around, feeling lost, and then spot a paper beside my bed. A few sentences are scribbled on it, just under my reminders for myself.
This is something special. And we will be back.
I smile and press the note to my chest. Could a monster really be happy with three gargoyles?
Maybe I should be worried about them returning, but instead, I go to brew some coffee, and keep smiling.
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