“You’re glistening,” he says.
I moan. “Touch me.”
He kneels on the edge of the mattress between my feet, pushing them further apart. “How would you like me to introduce you to my heads?”
“What?”
“One of them wants to suck your nub.”
Suck?
Did I hear that right?
I rise on my elbows to watch him line up his cockheads along my slit.
They’re in a diamond formation, with one on the top, two in the middle, and the last one at the bottom.
Up until now, I thought they were regular-sized penis tips, each with the usual slits, but the top widens to form a small opening the size of my clit. The pair in the middle split into the shape of parted lips.
My breath catches, and my legs want to close but his thighs get in the way.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“My heads can give you so much more than one tongue.”
“But,” I say, my eyes widening at the fourth one that tightens into a closed bud. “Are you moving them?”
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes, but—”
“Relax,” he says in that deep, hypnotic voice. “My cockheads only want to give you pleasure. If you want me to stop, just say the word.”
I force my gaze away from the bizarre configuration and meet his eyes. Eyes that shine with love and understanding. Eyes that burn with restrained passion. Eyes that were frantic when he saved me from becoming a corpse bride.
The Boogie man only wants to make me climax.
My thighs drop open again. “Alright.”
He circles the top head with his fingertip and taps at its perfectly circular opening. Precum oozes from the hole, making my pussy clench.
“This one wants to suck your nub.”
I nod. That sounds reasonable since human women use toys that size and shape for pleasuring their clits.
My gaze drops to the other two. “What do they do?”
“They will clamp around your petals.” He takes my hand. “Give me your finger.”
My stomach flip-flops because I have no idea what to expect, but I raise a trembling digit.
One of the middle cockheads opens like a venus flytrap, except without the teeth, and closes around my fingertip. There’s soft suction, followed by gentle pinching. My pussy trembles as I imagine that thing clamping at my folds.
“Oh,” I say with a giggle. “It’s spongy. What does that last one do?”
“It will prime your opening and make you beg for all four heads.”
Bloody Hell.