Strum: virgin captive of the billionaire demon rock star monster (The Squirm Files) (10 page)

“I thought it was supposed to have all combos of sex inside its pages. What’s so special about us compared to the
dinos essentially reboring the...” Pussy seemed wrong in this case. Hoohah trivialized what must be an amazing event that should really be in a science journal. She settled on science. “Reboring the vaginas of their cavewomen?”

Dangerous Bob squeaked and we
nt instantly white, swaying as if he might topple at any moment.

Karl grabbed her again and slapped a hand over her mouth.

“You can’t say that!” Zagan glared at her. “That’s
verboten
, forbidden, out of bounds.”

“Huh?
Wha?” Freaky. He’d used German to get his point across. That meant this must be ultra-serious. Like using
ultra
in front of words, which was a cool, hip way of saying
super
when
very
would have been fine. Adjectives gave her the shits.

She focused down and contemplated Karl’s
hand across her mouth.

The rest of him was behind her. The rise and fall of his chest against her body stirred naughty thoughts.
Where Zagan smelled of brimstone and sex, Karl was the depths of the ocean mixed with a hint of James Bond and a dash of marinara sauce.

W
hat if she nipped him to get him to take his hand away? What would happen?

The idea tantalized her,
like a dangling hook before a squirmy mermaid in heat.

Behind her, more than
mere manly chest bumped her naked butt. Something hard was there. Something long. Her heart and breathing froze, as if to say, don’t bother doing anything for a second, we need to assess the man and decide if we should do
it
with him.

Schlong alert grade ten and rising.

With his hands on his knees, Zagan lowered himself to her level, the heavy curve of his black horns advertising  his masculinity. She swallowed, trying not to signal her awakening arousal. He said quietly but firmly. “You can’t say vagina in a romance novel.”

Karl
nodded, his cheek scrubbing on her hair. He removed his hand.

P
oking her tongue at her lip, Virginia turned over the logic, and saw the flaw in the argument. “What about penis?”

There was a thud off to the side
, where Bob stood. Man, had he fainted?

“
Look what you did.” Zagan crouched over the comatose Dangerous Bob. The flames running through his back and side markings flared hotter, a deeper orange. They always looked lickable to her. She hadn’t had a chance to try the taste yet though.

“Me? You could throw a rock at him and it’d bounce.
Why was me saying...that word so bad? Is he okay?”

“He will be.
He’s just allergic to the
p
word and the
v
word.” After putting a peg on Bob’s nose, Zagan unfolded to his full height. Which seemed to be some inches taller than before. Was he growing?

“
You can’t be allergic to words. Why the peg on Bob’s nose?”

“
You. That’s why. And I guess you can be allergic. He is. He breaks out in a rash when he goes to the doctor’s. Here. I think the scent is leaching out a bit. She’s affecting you.” He tossed a peg to Karl and clipped one on his own nose.

“Is that surprising?” Karl laughed, but he
put the peg on, even as his other hand stayed resting reassuringly on her shoulder.

Had he
noticed that she was breathing faster? “What do I have to do with pegs?”

A soft crunch and rustle, as if something waded through grass, came from the swamp area.

“Is it you-know-what?” Zagan did a not so subtle twitch of his eyes.

It was. The
Necrosexi-texmexicon squatted in the short grass. Though its cover was shrouded in mud, from either side of the spine several red eyes, like cabochoned gems, watched them with all the eagerness of a creepy guy in a raincoat waiting for a peep show to start.

“It’s...it’s there. Close enough to throw a bottle, I think.”
Now what were they planning?

“Good.
Here.” After tossing five of the teeny tiny bottles to Karl, Zagan whipped around and lobbed about the same number at the book. More whizzed overhead, as Karl let fly.

They looked empty.
Yet within seconds of them smashing against the hardback book, an odd scent reached her.

“What is that?” She wrinkled her nose.

“You. Your panties extract multiplied by ten thousand. Female pheromones guaranteed to attract any male within a mile!”

Gah
.
“Peg! I need one too! You’re both going to Hell, you know!” This was so gross. She spun and went to grab Karl’s peg but he intercepted her hand.

“Don’t.” Threat rumbled in his voice.
“It should only affect us three or them.” He jerked his head toward the dinos. “They should be here any minute. Besides.” He smiled knowingly. “Zagan’s been to Hell already and they spat him out.”

The hazards of letting men figure out the strategies. “My panties,” she muttered
, rolling her eyes so fast she would swear she heard them squeak.

His
look
shut her down. As did his big fist in a
V
around her nape. She shuddered. That always sent a wave of
ohmigod
down her spine – better than a shot of raw Tequila.

Her man with the roaming tentacles clearly had ideas.

Maybe she should say no? Virgin card and all?

Her inner voice guffawed.
Lightning is going to strike us both if you keep that up, and I’m still getting the taser scorch-marks off my butt.

She scrambled for some words to ward Karl off. Think badass bitch.
“Really? My damn panties?”

“Shut
up and let me kiss you, woman.”

Well, if he put it
that
way...

Then he did
it – planted on her a kiss deep enough and long enough to suck all the oxygen from the air and put out fires, if it hadn’t instantly set her alight with lust. Small contradiction, but hey, in general, this fire was good.

When she came up to breathe,
she found Zagan crowding her from behind then his hands descended, settling on her waist, as he nibbled a highway to love down her neck and her back.

“Don’t move,” Karl murmured. “Let him taste you
, my pretty one.”

Move? As if.
Shivers of anticipation ran through her as each bite met skin. Her nipples bunched up small, tight and hard.

When
Zagan parted her thighs and nipped the back of them, with his horns pushing into her butt, she almost came on the spot.

S
he heard a
psst
in her head.

Fu
ck.
Her inner voice again?
Take a rain check. Back of the queue.

The demon
, with both hands anchored on her ass, was carpeting her bottom with teeth marks. Karl had resumed kissing her. There were tentacles arising. And cocks. Definitely those. A tentacle slithered around at belly height.

I can’t
take a rain check! I’m in your head. This isn’t right. They’re behaving oddly. None of you are watching the dinosaurs!

H
aving her inner voice shouting at her sent a spike of adrenalin through the system. Yet her head swam with lust, barely keeping above the oncoming sea of maleness, of raw sexuality. Both Karl and Zagan had stripped off the last of their clothes and they were doing
nice
things to her. Every bit of her that any girl would die to have nibbled on, or caressed, had been, and was.

No. Think.
Must look.
She ducked away from the next kiss and Karl transferred his kissing to her neck, his arms sliding around her back to keep her still.

Though g
asping from what they were doing, she caught a glimpse of the dino sex arena. They were still at it. None were headed this way.

C
ommon sense intruded. She wasn’t a slut and doing this in front of... Okay, Dangerous Bob was currently undangerous but there was still an evil book watching.

“Wait, wait, guys.”
She wriggled loose and skipped backward under the trees where maybe she’d have a chance of dodging them. “Look. This is not normal. You’re under the influence of my...”

They were moving in again, eyes filled to the brim with pure animal need.

Where were a chair and a whip when she needed them?

“
Of your delicious female cream?” Zagan suggested hoarsely.

“Of your luscious sexy pussy honey?” Karl beckoned with his hands. “Come here, female. We want to fuck you.”

“
Ewwww!” She shook her head. “I’m not a dessert!”

Though she
had an ugly spluttering moment over the sexy pussy honey line, she gathered her wits and decided to explain, carefully, walking backward while she talked. No need to tempt them.

“
You need to think. Okay? Think. The pegs have fallen off your noses. You’re under the influence of, ummm, me. Also, smell and taste are dependent on each other. You really should’ve worn face masks. The pegs were not enough. So, now that’s settled,” Her back hit a tree trunk and she stepped aside, “Now we can go and sit down somewhere comfy, have a cup of coffee...talk rationally, calmly. Guys?”

A tentacle whipped around her ankle, she
tripped and sat down with a thump, and they swarmed over her.
Doofuses
. She managed a last grumbled question as they manhandled her. “So it’s to be the two of you together then? Blancmange?”

Being in sex shifter mode always did make K
arl lose a few brain cells. He stared at her, paused in the middle of tentacle wrapping her waist. “Huh?”

Zagan’s
forehead creased in thought for a count of one, two, three. “You mean ménage?”

She shrugged as well as she could.
“Thought I’d stay with the dessert theme.”

After one snort from Karl, she found herself held off the ground with her arms tangled up behind her while they licked her body, her breasts, her belly,
then, at the last, parted her legs and something licked her clit, over, and over, and
oooh yum
, over again.
Melt.
What it was, she wasn’t checking. If it wasn’t a tongue, she did not want to know.

She
squirmed and whimpered. This was utterly unfair, being outnumbered. Then she gave in and wiggled herself closer to that tongue thing.
Oh yes. There. And there too.
A climax thundered in nicely and she was still panting when they upended her.

Crap.

By the time they were done with her, she was upside down, blindfolded, her ankles were fastened a few feet apart to an above branch, and she had enough male attention to make a dyslexic postman want to deliver a letter to her slot.

Tentacles slid and slithered over her, wrapping and unwrapping themselves, probing and prodding
, along with at least one cock doing the same to her mouth. Why were men so bad at aiming? She squeaked, panted, wriggled, but no matter what she did, they didn’t stop. She had a cock in her mouth, something else worming into her pussy, what felt like a well-lubricated cock trying to breach the outer ring of her ass, and she had a strange feeling they weren’t taking no for an answer.

Not that she wanted them to.

She made a gurgly, muffled noise as the one in her mouth began to travel back and forth across her tongue, filling her mouth deliciously.

She had a question on her lips that wasn’t getting an
swered when she had her mouth occupied. The taste was reminiscent of demon not calamari. This had to be Zagan.

Her question:
How many goddamned cocks do you guys have? Whatever the answer, she had an overabundance of them.

Then everything probing her managed to find its way in all the way at the same time,
stretching her overwhelmingly, like a box of cookies with a few too many crammed in. Her mind fuzzed. She gagged, but in a good, stunned
whoah amazing
way. Her mouth fell open another quarter of an inch and she strained her thighs as if to let them enter her even deeper, if they so wished. Being upside down was doing things to her head. Somehow her question tiptoed quietly a long way away.

For a
frozen moment she could only hear herself panting wetly around the cock, and the men panting also. No one moved, except for her impatient pussy as its muscles clamped onto the tentacle invading it, or the cock, whatever.
Fuck
, this felt good.

“Now I’m going to make you come so many times, I’ll lose count,” Karl grated out.

Not hard to do when he was shifted, and had a brain the size of a sea cucumber, but okay.

“And we’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t be walking for days.” That was
Zagan.

“Uh, guys,” she gurgled and it came out
ughmmm
. She needed to walk. Seriously, it was a good if under-rated ability.

They almost did it too. From the second some mouth thing suctioned onto her clit and
some fingers and tentacles wrapped around her breasts, she was arching into a mini climax. From the moment she was thoroughly taken over by her two males, she was done for. Orgasm after screaming orgasm was ripped from her, demanded from her, suctioned out of her like a golf ball down a really long hose. They took their own pleasure also, fucking her in so many ways and directions she was sure she’d need a Rubik’s cube expert to reassemble her after.

The tree got cum
on it, as did they, and her, surprisingly, along with some black ink that came off when they scrubbed her with leaves. When she roused herself after they let her down from the tree, rolling onto her side and propping herself up on her elbow, she looked over the top of Karl to find Dangerous Bob watching them with wide eyes. He had cum on him too from a branch above dripping onto his head.

She eyed the leaf as drips formed.

Drip. Drip.

Her inner anal freak wanted to tell him but she
only twisted her mouth and decided to stay silent. If she said sperm he might faint.

Then she noticed other detail
s. Her skin bore the marks of tentacle suckers as well as teeth. In a vast circle around them, the grass had been blown flat and further out was a circle of freshly fallen leaves.

In short, it had been
awesome spermgasmic, tentacular sex.

Eek.
The Necrosexi-texmexicon had sneaked closer too. Its red eyes were dulled and half-shut, its cover looked scuffed, and it sat in a shallow pool of white liquid that, on reflection, she did not want to ever see again. Even some depressions in the earth around it brimmed with the stuff.

The Book
looked spaced out and overcome, in an orgasmic haze, perhaps. Safe, for the meantime.

Maybe, just maybe, they’d done something new to it after all? What were the chances that one of its pages detailed a ménage between a demon,
a human and...whatever Karl was, a tentacle monster from another dimension?