Page 107 of Lourdes & the Mafia
I don’t question him, though. He begins to undress himself, while Ramiel cushions his head with his hands, smirking up at Lourdes. He blinks and his own clothes disappear, and I hear her gasp at the sight of him naked.
I wonder what sound I can pull from her lips when she catches sight of me.
I don’t dwell on it though.
Instead, I make the swing sway. The ropes cut into her skin with each move and she groans. Her thighs twitch in her attempt to press them together and ease the craving between her thighs.
“Do you ache to be touched, Lourdes?” I know there’s a wicked malice to my tone, and I can’t help it. Not when it sends shivers down her body. “Does your pretty little cunt ache to be filled with demon cock?”
I can feel myself descending into madness, but it is carefully controlled. A torture not of pain but of a sexual nature, right at my fingertips.
“Or demon tail?” Lorenzo supplies, coming around the bed. He’s let his true form loose.
Demonic, with horns and a tipped tail, claws, and sharp teeth.
He rakes his claws against the spaces of her bare skin slowly as he walks around the bed, stopping behind her and in front of me, angling his body so I can still see her weeping cunt.
She’s dripping now. Her juices sliding down her skin and onto Ramiel’s body below. A beautiful sight. I want to lap up her cream, taste it on my tongue.
I will conform with this.
“I want…” Lourdes begins, her voice edging on a groan. “I want Kane to decide what to do to me.”
She’s giving me complete power. Complete trust. Something about it is humbling and brings a rare smile to my lips. Lorenzo turns slightly towards me, an eyebrow raised, but doesn’t comment.
“Then tell us what you want us to do to her.”
I hum, stepping closer to the scene. Her arousal is sharp in the air and I inhale deep through my nostrils. “So many possibilities,” I say, everything in me aching to touch her. And because I can’t, I let the ropes dig only slightly deeper into her skin. Her pussy cries at the action. I stare as the juices coat her lips, sliding a slow trek against her skin. “Lap up her cream,” I order Lorenzo. “From the inside, too.”
Lorenzo gets on the bed, digging his knees into the mattress. The ropes sway and he reaches out beneath her thighs to hold her steady. He leans forward, his forked tongue darting out to lick around her pussy lips, tasting the liquid there before they push inside her, deep and thorough.
Lourdes gasps, her body thrashing and the makeshift swing swaying. Lorenzo keeps her steady, pulling her closer and digging his claws into her hips. He hums and groans like its his last fucking meal on earth as he eats her out.
“Don’t touch her clit,” I warn. “Let her writhe a little longer.”
Lourdes groans in response. I can see her body physically trying to grind into Lorenzo, but the ropes prevent her from doing so. It’s the most exquisite torture I can imagine. To be helpless against your own pleasure, to crave and desperately want and not receive.
Now she knows how I fucking feel.
“Ramiel. Your turn.”
He smiles.
“Play with her tits. Knead them. Pinch her nipples.”
I command him to do everything I’ve wanted to do since we first met. Everything I can’t.
He obliges, lifting to a sitting position until their faces are level and their mouths are nearly touching. His hands slip between them. No barriers. No magic to blast him back. He grabs her breasts, the heavy globes too big to fit into his palms, and yet he kneads them around anyway. He plays and teases, pulling moans and desperate sounds from her body. His thumbs flick out, torturing her rose-brown nipples to sharp points.
“Bite them,” I command. “Not hard.”
He does as I command.
For once, I am in charge here. I may be the King of The Pit, but of the three of us, and of the entire Underworld, it’s Ramiel who reigns supreme. Here, I am in control of everyone and everything.
He pulls her towards him, and from behind, Lorenzo follows with his body and his tongue still deep inside her wet pussy. Ramiel nips at her nipples, biting down lightly with his teeth. I can’t feel her body myself, but I sense and take note of every reaction she makes.
She shivers.
