Mila Young

“Oh fuck. Look at him, he’s already improving just from the scent of your arousal filling the room,” Ash purred. I reluctantly tore my eyes off his dick and looked up at his face. Oh. His color really did look like it was already getting better.

“Touch yourself, princess,” Ash ordered. “Fill the room with the scent of your perfect dripping cunt.”

My pussy gushed at his words.

“You like that,” Ash growled, his voice growing deep and husky. “Fuck, you smell so good.”

Ash’s voice may have been a sexy soundtrack to the moment, but all my attention was focused on Seven, whose color was continuing to rapidly improve.

I slipped my hands down the front of myself, watching his reaction carefully as my fingers slid through my slick folds.

I teased him a bit, dragging his tip through my folds, loving how desperate he looked.

“Please,” he gasped.

“Please what?” I teased.

“Please fuck me,” he begged. It was a heady thing, having this glorious creature literally desperate for me.

Ash chuckled darkly behind me, his breath puffing against my neck. “Don’t be mean, sweetheart. He did almost die, after all.” His hands went to my hips, gripping and massaging them as Seven stared at me worshipfully.

“Well, I guess when you put it that way.” I dropped down on Seven’s thick cock slowly, because the stretch was beyond intense. Ash guided my movements.

A flavor that was a mix between strawberries and bananas hit my tongue, and I moaned delightedly as I swallowed, jumping when a shock slid down my spine. My body immediately began to feel light and happy, and the garish red light didn’t seem nearly as intimidating.

“Um, Ash, what drink did you give her?” Seven asked, cocking his head as he stared at me in alarm. I smiled at him goofily. I just loved him so much.

“You love him, huh?” asked Ash huskily, his eyes beginning to glow. “What about me?”

Sigh. I loved him too.

“Creed, what the fuck did you order?” snapped Tempest as Creed appeared, finally back from the bar. Why did he seem so distressed?

“Creed, you’re back, honey,” I purred, lurching forward and trying to throw my arms around Creed’s neck. Except…he was so fucking tall. Maybe if I climbed him?

“I thought the pink one was just ethernium. She shouldn’t have felt it at all,” commented Ash, but I wasn’t following what they were talking about anymore—I just wanted Creed to hold me.

“Honey. I like that,” murmured Creed as he finally gave me what I wanted and picked me up. I nuzzled against his cheek. He was so handsome. My handsome monster. Mine. Mine. Mine.

I heard the rest of them chuckling, and I frowned as I tried to think of a way I could hold all of them at once.