Page 65 of The River of Hatred

“You’re not going to hurt me,” I soothe him, already panting with anticipation.

With a bracing inhale, he leans down on his elbows and kisses the inside of my thigh.

“That’s so sweet.” Sariel’s murmur draws my eyes to him. He’s already naked, stroking his cock back to hardness. It’s not long until the angel’s breath on my wet center narrows my focus to what’s happening between my legs.

I watch as Ithuriel’s soft lips part and he places an open-mouthed kiss on the top of my mound. They slide down, skimming over my folds until his nose is buried at my entrance and his tongue presses against my back hole.

When I start squirming under the assault, Sariel warns me to stay still. “Make our girl come. I have plans for her,” he tells Itha.

The angel between my legs looks up at me before his hands slide to my core and he takes my clit between his lips. My jaw drops open when I feel his finger gently probing my entrance.

“Oh, yeah, I taught him how to prepare my ass for fucking,” the Fallen chuckles. “You can move a little faster with a pussy, Starlight. They’re softer, more giving,” he whispers, caressing the angel’s cheek with one hand, the other still on his hard dick.

Trusting Sariel, Itha inserts first one, then another finger inside me, and starts pumping. Intuitive, he starts playing with angles until a sharp gasp betrays me. Sucking on my needy nub, he hits the right spot inside me again and again.

“That’s it,” Sariel spurs him on, now a bit breathless himself.

It’s not long until my hands clench around Itha’s hair and I’m lifting up my butt, rubbing against his face.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I groan, shuddering with restraint. I don’t want this to end.

“Let go, poppet,” Sariel says sharply and my body obeys. With a deep moan, I climax against Ithuriel’s beautiful, innocent face.

When I open my eyes, I see Sariel tugging on his balls, smiling down at us indulgently. Like a puppeteer proud of his dolls.

“That was perfect,” he praises with a grin. “Get on your back, Itha,” he says next, before joining us on the bed as well.

Clearly uncertain, the angel still obeys, and I chew on my bottom lip, impatiently awaiting my own orders. I don’t have to wait long.

“Straddle him, love,” he orders me with a gentler smile. I push up to kiss his cheek, enjoying the feel of his skin against my lips before I swing a leg over Itha’s narrow hips.

“His sweatpants are in the way,” I whine, playing the brat.

Sariel taps a finger against his chin. “So they are,” he says. “Let’s take care of that, shall we?”

With a rapid movement and swift tug, he pulls down Itha’s pants and boxers in one go. The angel’s cock stands up, the crown purple and damp with precum.

“That’s better,” I chirp, lowering my slick sex against the angel’s. The tendons on his neck stand in relief as I swivel my hips to wet his cock with my juices and his own saliva.

In a familiar move, Sariel’s hands caress my sides before he lifts me up to grab Itha’s cock. Aiming it at my entrance, he helps me impale myself on the angel’s rod. Before I can start moving, he pushes on my back until my chest is pressed against Itha’s, our lips inches apart.

“What are you going to do?” I ask Sariel with my lips against the angel’s underneath me.

He doesn’t answer, but I feel his breath against my ass a second later, followed by the press of his lips. He spreads my ass cheeks with both hands and presses his stiffened tongue into my asshole. I arch on instinct, nearly dislodging Itha’s cock in the process.

Sariel spanks me lightly. “Stay,” he commands.

Something colder dips into the crack of my ass and I gasp against Itha’s neck. “What’s that?” I ask, confused. I don’t think he brought lube with him to our warehouse stakeout.

Sariel’s chuckle sounds from behind me. “I swiped the small bottle of the demon’s expensive olive oil from the table.”

“You planned this?” I pant, itching to start moving on Itha’s throbbing dick.

Sariel crawls up over me to place the closed bottle on the nightstand and whispers into my ear: “I planned on having both of us inside you at the same time since I first saw you look at him.” I shudder. “And we will,” he continues. “Be inside you at the same time. In. Every. Possible. Way.”

With that, he lifts up to start massaging my tight rosebud with his fingers.

“I never had anyone there,” I murmur. My voice must have been shaking, because suddenly Itha gently grabs my face with both hands and speaks up for the first time in a long while.

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