Page 110 of Lourdes & the Mafia
“I am a good girl, my King.”
The word jolts straight to my cock. I ache to grab it, to jerk and brutalize it in time to the rhythm of her rapid breathing.
I want to touch her, but I give my magic what I cannot, forming the image of a hand to grasp her chin and lift her gaze to mine.
“Our perfect queen at the mercy of her demonic kings.” The shadowy thumb trails a line against her plump bottom lip.
I’ve never wanted so badly to kiss someone than I do in this exact fucking moment.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, that you’re going to take two cocks, isn’t that right?”
She jolts at those words, her gasp nearly strangling out of her. The shadows grasp her neck again, tilting her head up.
“Say it,” I whisper. “Say the words. Say you’re going to take two cocks.”
“I—I—”
The shadows brush aside a coil of errant curls. “Don’t worry, my Queen. Lorenzo will be gentle with you.”
Lorenzo’s lube-covered fingers press between the cheeks of her ass, punctuating my words.
“At first…”
Lourdes gulps as Lorenzo’s fingers slip against her hole, smearing lube against the ring of muscle. Her entire body tenses at the action, so I wrap the shadows tighter around her neck, letting them spread and snake down her arms to wrap around her wrists. With a gentle tug, I pull her arms up and over her head, keeping them restrained above her. The action makes her back arch, pushing her heavy breasts up to Ramiel’s face.
“Relax,” I order. “Let your kings take good care of you. And repeat what I ordered you to.”
She makes whimpering noises of need. “I—I am going to take two cocks.” She’s breathless and shy.
Lorenzo squirts more lube against her before bringing a claw up to his mouth. He bites down against the black tip, cracking and dulling the point, and spitting it off to the side. He squirts more lube against the digit and brings it against the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks.
“Fuck her,” I tell Ramiel and Lorenzo both.
As Ramiel surges upwards, Lorenzo presses his finger into her. His dulled claw disappears into her body and so does his finger until he’s inside her to the hilt.
She cries out, her arms jerking against the bonds, her tits jiggling in Ramiel’s face. Ramiel leans forward, capturing a peaked nipple into his mouth, suckling and biting down hard.
“Fuck her faster.” My own breathing has gone ragged at the sight of the three of them. They move in tandem. With every jerk of Ramiel’s hips, she pulls herself up on the bonds. As he moves in, Lorenzo moves out, easing passage to make room for his cock. He teases and spreads, nips, bites, and kisses.
And she pants for more.
“Now. Now take her ass.”
“Yes…” she calls out.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, my King.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Lourdes
Thepraisespearsthroughme. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I didn’t know I needed. Something lacking in my life that I didn’t know was a vital missing piece of me.
But I know now.
Being praised for something so simple as taking a cock is life-altering. It should be ridiculous, but it’s not. It’s… it’s something we all seem to need.
