Imagine thinking you’re a dead woman when Esme finds out about your affair with Carlisle.
You had been employed at the Forks Community Hospital for a year when your superior decided he wanted to take you on as a lover. Of course, he was married. And to a total babe, to boot. The Cullens were the most attractive couple in Forks, if not Clallam County. But being a doctor meant long hours. And long hours meant time away from Esme.
So, there you were, propped up on an examination table, about to have your pearl polished. Dr. Cullen was pretty pearl-like himself, being ever cool and hard to the touch. Until his pallid skin managed to sap some of your heat, which you had in abundance. (You’d yet to see him fully unclothed, because of the possibility of someone walking in.) Poor circulation, great muscle tone, you mused while your lover snapped on a pair of rubber gloves.
Then the missus appeared behind him.
How did you know? you wanted to ask.
Before you could even start to think of a justification, Esme unzipped her husband’s fly. You couldn’t have glimpsed into her gold eyes for more than three seconds, but in that time she had slipped a condom onto Carlisle’s cock. You stared amazed as Esme guided it inside you, before slipping one hand down her front. Her free hand rested on your vulva, so she could feel her husband move inside you.
Imagine Davy Jones getting exasperated you don’t want to join his crew.
A woman on board was considered unlucky, although the ship was clearly already wretched. And you told the captain so.
“I offer you a choice,” he offered yet again, before you interrupted.
“Won’t I be a distraction? Or is that why you want me?”
You quirked an eyebrow. Jones stared. His pupils reminded you of the dark abyss he promised to save you from.
“You ever have two men at once, lass?”
“What?”
His pulsating tentacles slowly gravitated toward your face. “Oh,” you murmured. But you were trying to figure out the extent of his proposal. The Flying Dutchman’s crew were practically salivating. A tentacle brushed the side of your mouth.
Imagine getting tag teamed by two recently transformed members of Sunnydale’s male swim team.
Gage’s scream lured you to the locker room. A gill monster had him cornered. Just as you were about to grab his hand and run back out, Gage’s flesh peeled away to reveal a webbed claw.
Then, you realized with mounting dread, the other one must be... “Cameron.”
A scaled arm wrapped around your midriff. Something rigid tapped your thigh. Cameron growled, before desperately grinding against your swim uniform’s crotch. Gage, no longer bothered by his piscine appearance, dug his new claws into the back of the one piece, splitting it open.
Whether the teammates always felt comfortable sharing you or whether their “generosity” was the result of the mutation, you weren’t sure.
Imagine being a He-Mantis and uninterested in eating any mates. In fact, you’d interfere with Ms. French’s feeding schedule if it meant getting to copulate with cute guys.
Considering Blayne and Xander had obvious (albeit pheromone-induced) hard-ons in class when you walked in, you were sure they could be convinced to show their gratitude after you rescued them… They might even let you eff them against bars of their cages.
Imagine Red Eye and Lash deciding to give you a “test drive” to see if you’d make a good throuple.
Too bad you had no say in the decision.
Lash’s painted smirk held your attention until her bare butt began its descent to your face. She wasn’t completely naked, unlike Red Eye. He had told her to keep the gloves and chaps on.
Though I guess the eyepatch counts as apparel.
You hoped he was also going to wear a condom. The idea of him ejaculating inside you... Was his member scaly and, if so, how well would you be able to feel its scales stimulating your hole?
Lash’s lower lips gave your mouth a vertical kiss. Red Eye climbed onto the bed. Your thighs were thrust apart. Just as you hoped his privates didn’t feel as calloused, two hardnesses prodded you. Your own protuberance stirred. You were so startled, you gasped. His girlfriend took a break from grinding her pearl against your nose.
“Surprised? Why else did you think we’re on the market? There’s more than enough of him to go around.”
The lovers then went on to explain that it was okay if you couldn’t get both off; you could fellate him after eating pussy.
“It’d be nice having someone else help with the sucking,” added Lash with a laugh. “Red Eye takes so long to get off.”
An image of her forcing you to take a hemipenis in your mouth alongside her popped into your head. And got you hard.
