Page 104 of Son of a Witch

“What?” Thrills skittered through my bloodstream.

His grasp tightened and my scalp burned. “They get fucked in every hole at once.”

I let out a whimper of need that encouraged him to lift me up, circle my legs around his hips, and carry me back to the cell. He spanked my ass every few steps and heat permeated every cell of my body and had me giddy with lust.

Over his shoulder, I watched Pascal fumble to pack up the picnic fast. He couldn’t handle leaving it out there for the insects and crows.

Tor hobbled slowly behind us, his balance not completely steady or used to the exoskeleton.

By the time Knoxe reached the door leading inside, Pascal had shoved everything onto the platter Tor borrowed from Chef and hurried across the yard with it.

Restless heat twirled in my body seeking climax. The journey back to my cell too long. Finally we reached my cell, and Knoxe tossed me onto the bed, and I bounced. He crawled over me, tugging the laces from the knot and sliding my boots off. He treated my loose pants to the same rough care, hungrily stripping them from my legs.

“Fuck’n A!” Tor shouted as he reached our room, holding the door for Pascal who scrambled in and set the half-eaten food on my chair. “Get naked P-Man.”

Both my men made quick work of their shoes and had them off in a flash.

Knoxe moved behind me, sucking the soft skin on my nape, tracing circles with his tongue along my shoulders, letting me watch my other men.

Tor moved to Pascal, unbuttoning his shirt, prompting Knoxe to pluck mine at the same time. “This okay, buddy?” he rasped, his voice lowering significantly.

“Yes, it’s fine.” Pascal let Tor shirk the uniform off his shoulders and go for his undershirt next, lifting it over his shoulders and arms.

“That’s hot, Pascal.” I let my shy man know how much I enjoyed watching him with another of my men.

Knoxe unclasped my bra and let my breasts spill free, kneading them both.

Pascal’s gaze never left mine as Tor bent his knees, bracing on Pascal’s stomach, biting his nipples. My shy man winced and instinctively jerked away, still getting used to different sexual expressions of pleasure.

“You like that, buddy?” Tor freed the knot in Pascal’s prison pants.

“I like it when you touch me.” Pascal copied Knoxe’s dominant moves and grabbed Tor’s jaw, tracing the sharp line with his mouth.

Emboldened by Pascal’s permission, Tor slowly lowered them down his hips and thighs but couldn’t crouch all the way. “Gonna need some help.”

Pascal smiled and kicked out of his pants because Tor wasn’t as steady or coordinated on his feet while his body acclimatized to walking again.

I wriggled out of my underwear and spread my legs, touching myself to ease the fire blazing on my pussy and at my back.

“Look at what we’re doing to our Supergal, buddy.” Tor twisted Pascal’s face and their gaze dropped to my pussy, eyes darkening, pupils dilating.

Pascal licked his lips. “Squeeze your breasts and pluck your nipples, Songbird.”

I arched my back and cried out as I obeyed him, enjoying his boosted confidence at telling me what he liked.

“Hurry up and come to me,” I ordered them. “But not before you’ve touched each other and kissed.”

Tor ran his palm down the center of Pascal’s rock-hard chest, trailing his finger along the indents of his stomach. “You heard her. Let’s give her what she wants. Then we’ll taste her cream.”

They crashed together in a fury of tangled limbs, bobbing cocks, ass gropes, and moans as they drank down the other’s kisses. Soaring at the courage of my shy man, I stroked my clit harder, chasing my orgasm, wanting to be so wet for them to taste me when they finished.

Knoxe moved back a few paces to strip his clothes, returning with a fat cock pressed into my ass cheeks. He teased my other nipple and made me cry out.

Pascal reached his limit and flew off Tor, panting. His threshold for touch lasted much longer with me because we practiced more times.

Tor fisted his length and pumped it. “You’re a fucking good kisser, buddy. I can’t wait to get those lips on my cock.” He swiped his thumb over Pascal’s lip.

My shy guy clenched his teeth and then surprisingly took Tor’s digit into his mouth and sucked for a few moments.

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