A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor (Tempting Monsters 1)

"This will be long, mon coeur," Auguste said, drawing me back again.

I'd barely even noticed him working at my dress, but it was loose now, the corset still fastened tight.

"Make room for me," he whispered, sinking down onto his knees and coming to kneel before me, keeping his head low enough for me to see over onto the stage.

"What about—" I turned to Jonathon, who watched as Auguste peeled my dress down my shoulders. The corset was on over a thin chemise, which Auguste promptly tore open at the collar, nuzzling into my breasts as he tugged and wiggled the dress off over my hips.

"Tanner will have his turn later," Jonathon said, smiling. "For now, I have two very good shows to watch."

Which was all well and good, but…

I pulled my hand free from the doctor's, his brow folding with worry for a moment, until I settled my hand on his lap, rubbing and cupping him through his trousers.

"Will Mr. Tanner mind?" I asked, arching my back so Auguste could suck at my nipples, my skin chilled but hypersensitive in the open theater. My eyes flicked to the stage, where the clay man was spanking his woman with steady frequency, her body sagged and head thrown back with a blissful open expression on her face.

"Mr. Tanner is feeling very patient tonight," Jonathon rasped, sagging in his seat, fingers fumbling at his buttons so I could dive my hand inside and take him in my grip for real.

Another monster appeared on stage, this one scaled and exceptionally tall, with a cock that swayed excitedly in the air. He took the clay man's place, who moved studiously to the front of the stage to one of the kneeling men and began to treat him with the same slow but steady torture he'd given the first woman.

"Auguste, touch me," I pleaded, spreading my legs until my chemise ran out of room.

"All in good time," Auguste answered before scraping his fangs over a nipple and drawing it back into his mouth to suckle, but he dragged my hips forward to press against his torso and let me wiggle and rub myself there.

It was sensory overload and also not enough. The scaled man was kneeling behind the woman in chains, cock waving in the air as he feasted on her ass, the woman with the demon was wailing with pleasure, his hands now bracing the stockade to keep her in place for his fucking, and the man being spanked was crying out a “thank you, sir!” with every crack of the paddle. More shadows waited in the wings to fill the stage with fucking. Auguste had promised me this would be long, and he was right.

There was no way I'd make it to act two without a cock in me.