Page 64 of The River of Hatred

I laugh when Jess leans in to suck on my balls, fighting with Itha for space. When his movements become jerky, I know I need to stop this before he comes in his sweatpants, ruining the only clothes he has here. It’s time to take the edge off. Taking my foot off Itha’s crotch, I pull back and wait for them to give me their eyes.

“Open your mouths, tongues out,” I instruct, holding myself at the root.

The Nephilim obeys instantly, her pink tongue extended eagerly. Itha takes a moment longer and by the time I see the inside of his mouth, his face is flushed with heat.

Growling, I roughly jerk my slickened cock, shiny with their combined spit. Pulling on it violently, twisting at the top, I feel my orgasm approaching with a tingle at the base of my spine and a tightening of my sack. As a shot of heat travels from the base of my cock to the tip, I aim at their beautiful, waiting faces.

“Ah, ah!” I sigh as the first spurt lands on Itha’s cheek, the other on Jess’s nose, dripping down into her mouth.Well, that was shit aiming, I think to myself with a feral grin, allowing the following, weaker spurts to find their target on their extended tongues.

I use my pointer finger to wipe my cum off Itha’s cheek, then bring it to his mouth. When he eagerly licks it clean, I slap the side of his face patronizingly, making him flush with shame.

“I’m not done with you two yet,” I say. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

Chapter 30 – Lana

Those three are going to kill me.

I tug on my nipple and squirm, squeezing my thighs together as I listen to the angel and Nephilim trio getting it on.

God, I miss Ash.

I haven’t slept alone in a year, haven’t gone this long without him fucking one of my holes in almost as long.

At Jessica’s next sharp gasp, I give up the ghost and snake my hand into my panties. I’m fucking soaked.

Kevin and Naamah are surprisingly quiet in the room next door. You’d think with all the lust permeating this side of the house, the succubus would be having a party.

Putting them out of my mind, I think back to the first time I saw my husband. The most handsome male I’d ever seen, before or since, just saved my life and wanted my orgasm as payment.

I twirl a finger through my wetness, slicking it up before gently pressing it inside my fluttering channel. Moaning, I think about the cruel set of Ashtaroth’s lips as he watched me debase myself. He wanted an orgasm but didn’t lift a finger to make it happen.

I bite my lip and lift my hips up rhythmically, pretending he’s here, or maybe that I’m back by the Phlegethon, riding his leg – the two fantasies mesh and blend, ramping me up. My other hand leaves my breast, joining the first in my panties. I use two fingers to rub tight circles around my clit, pressing down in time with the thrusts inside me.

As male groans sound from the room next door, I picture Ash’s face when he’s in the throes of an orgasm. Fuck, I love that face so much.

My legs start shaking as my climax approaches and I move faster, fucking, humping, rubbing, taking in the sounds of sex, picturing my man.

I jackknife as I come, clenching my teeth hard to stop myself from screaming out. Still, a sharp keening noise escapes me and I can hear Sariel’s guttural groan in response through the wall.

When my breathing slows down and my muscles stop twitching, I let the warmth spreading through my veins lull me to sleep, enjoying the moans rising to a crescendo elsewhere in the house.

I don’t think this will be the only time I’ll have to take care of myself tonight, after all. It’s gonna be a long night.

Chapter 31 – Jessica

Following Sariel’s command, I remove my T-shirt, sneakers and leggings and sit on the bed. I shuffle back until my back rests against the headboard, then let my knees fall open, showing the boys the wet patch I can feel on my white panties.

Sariel chuckles at the sight, patting Ithuriel’s back. “You’re slacking,” he says, then tugs on his sweatshirt. “Get that off and join her.”

Gulping, Itha grabs hold of the shirt, pulls it over his head, and drops it onto one corner of the bed. His knees hit the mattress and he crawls forward until he’s positioned between my legs. With a look at our fallen angel, he waits for further instructions.

My underwear’s going to immolate at this point. Can they be any hotter?

“Take her panties off,” Sariel commands next as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. His dick is still out, semi-hard even after his orgasm. Itha’s hands obey and grab hold of the material at each of my sides. I lift my butt so he can slide them off and they join his sweatshirt.

“Get down there and lick her sweet cunt, from asshole to the top of her clit.”

Itha’s eyes bug out at Sariel’s crass words and he looks at my exposed pussy like it’s going to bite him. Or maybe…

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