A Musebox

His words in her mind make her shudder again, a soft whine escaping. Once again Gabriel is making her wonder just what he could do to her and for her, and it's not a good thing. The way they move inside her, she almost fancies that they could meet somewhere in the middle, as she acts as merely the sheath for their cocks, something better than using one's hand to get off. And there was another thing she'd lost in becoming this, something that should make her angry, but couldn't in the moment.