Page 187 of Axel

Only her.

And I will claim her every hole tonight. I’ll have her taking, wet, shaking, sweaty, dripping, squirting, screaming my name and covered in my cum before I offer her to her second king.

So now, I don’t hold back, and she doesn’t either.

She tilts her head, bobbing her mouth and twisting her lips, her tongue teasing my foreskin, her mouth sucking, her lips drooling over my swollen shaft. The lewd, lovinggluckingsound of my cock fucking her throat fills the room.

I stare at her, aroused, adoring, praising, “Mmm, baby, yes. You know how I like it. You’re such a good girl with my cock in your mouth.”

Ruby moans. She gets off on praise and degradation.

“Sire,” I growl. “Come here and serve our queen.”

I see the surprise in Ruby’s eyes, weeping at her lustful performance, her moan caught in her gagging throat.

With eyes hooded, almost evil with lust, Sire approaches the edge of the platform closest to Ruby. No one can miss his thick hard-on, too.

“Play with my queen’s nipples,” I command him. “I know you know how. She’s being such a good girl, so give her a nipple orgasm while she chokes on my cock.”

He kneels beside Ruby, but he knows to ask. To coax. “Can I touch you, my queen? Do you want to come with your king’s cock in your mouth?”

“Please.” Spit webs from Ruby’s panting lips to my tip. “Please,” she begs, “make me his good girl. Make me come for him.”

While she drags her tongue over the swollen vein in my shaft, knowing every contour of my cock and making me groan, Sire reaches under her, fondling her breast.

“Mmm.” She moans, her eyelids fluttering with lust and possession fires through me. Rage, too, but I clench my jaw.

I love her more than myself.

This is our bond. I want her to feel it. To trust it.

“Your queen has pretty little nipples,” Sire praises. “I bet she’s a dirty girl who likes me to pinch them and pull at her clamps. Like this…”

Sire does it, and “Mmm,” Ruby moans again, her body shaking while I clasp my hands tighter around her head, my fingers laced in her fiery strands.

“Fuck yes,” I growl. “Make her come. She loves it. Torture her nipples until she’s streaming down her thighs. Nash,” I bark at him. “Can you see my queen’s pussy? Is she soaking wet for us?”

Ruby trembles, arching her back more at my taunt.

“Fuck yes, I can,” Nash boasts lustfully. “She has a pretty, wet pussy for you.”

I lift my stare toward his throne, spurred on when I see how Nash has his hand tucked into Vale’s white cotton panties. How he’s fingering her and making Vale writhe while he’s watching my queen’s pussy get so fucking wet for this.

“Oh, Wildfire.” I glance down at her. Loving. Admiring. White heat coiling in my spine. “They can see your pussy. How you’re so swollen and wet and need to come for us. Don’t you?”

She moans. She drools. She almost closes her eyes.

“No, baby. Eyes on me,” I command. “That’s it. Look at me while you let my brother play with your nipples and you suck my cock.”

I shove my length, as much as I can, down her throat, while Sire cajoles, “You’re such a good girl for us. So pretty with his cock in your mouth.”

He rattles her nipple chains, pulling them. I can’t see it, but I can feel Ruby’s shaking pursuit. How she’s about to come. How I will as soon as she does.

“Fuck, baby,” I beg her weeping eyes. “Do it. Let them watch your pussy come. Come for your king.”

Ruby lets go, convulsing, her eyes rolling back, her deep groan stifled by my mass in her mouth.

“Fuck, she’s coming,” Jace murmurs. “She’s dripping.”

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