Page 111 of Lourdes & the Mafia
As Ramiel’s hips thrust upwards, there’s a tightening at my core. Tingles spread beneath my skin like I’m being zapped with thousands of tiny electric needles. And the fullness expands as Lorenzo plays with my ass. His finger dips in and out of me, the dull claw pressing tight and deep. I squeeze my muscles, making Ramiel groan and cant his hips at a faster pace.
Suddenly, Lorenzo’s fingers disappear. I cry out, missing the sensation before he presses his front to my back, grabbing my hands just above where Ramiel is holding me captive. Just as Ramiel pulls out a fraction, Lorenzo presses the tip of his cock into my ass.
“Ready?” He nips my flesh.
That’s all the warning I get before he surges forward. It’s fast, the way he pushes into me, and it makes a scream pull out of my throat. I jerk against the bonds holding my arms up, feeling the burn in my shoulders, in my ass, through my entire body.
Lorenzo takes a single second to let me get used to his size inside me. It isn’t until I lean back, relaxing against his chest, that he starts to move in earnest. He slaps into me, and I feel the hard press of his knot against my ass cheeks with every surge.
As Ramiel does the same, his balls slap against my skin, two completely different sensations, varying degrees of pressure and sizes. It’s overwhelming. My clit pressing against Ramiel’s skin with every jerk of his body against mine, and the feeling of Kane’s shadows manipulating my body, caressing my skin.
It’s almost too much to bear.
I know I can’t hold it back.
I try to move as best as I can against them, but I’m pressed too tightly between their bodies and can barely move for myself. They do it for me, manipulating me, pulling, lifting, nipping, kissing, jerking. And all I can do is feel. Let myself go. Trust them with the pleasure that’s coursing through me and know they’ll follow through and give me what I need.
Even Kane is making sure of it, the shadowy hands that he commands pressing between my body’s and Ramiel’s to tweak my clit.
I scream, the sound hoarse and echoing. I’m sure the entire castle can fucking hear me.
I don’t care.
I want this. I need this. I—I—
He tweaks my clit again, pinching it hard just as the feel of a rope cuts around my neck. My vision swims alongside the pleasure and the pain, and it’s that single move… that’s all it takes for me to detonate.
I explode, coming and squeezing around Ramiel and Lorenzo’s cocks, slapping my hips down as I try to grind against them a final, desperate time.
I’m freefalling into nothing. My climax goes and goes, and those shadowy, phantom hands tease my clit even more. I’m barely coming down from the high of one before another slams into me.
It pulls me taut like a string, snapping, breaking, until there’s nothing left of me but lazy limbs that sag against the phantom ropes and the bodies of the men on either side of me.
“Perfect girl,” Lorenzo rasps behind me, pumping in and out against my languid body. His tail wraps around my front, the sharp point teasing across my too-sensitive skin. It slides up between my breasts, over my collarbones and towards my lips. “Suck,” he commands.
I open my mouth to allow entry, sucking in the sharp, flat tip. It scrapes against my tongue awkwardly, but at the same time it feels so erotic. I pull him into my mouth, enjoying the flavor of Lorenzo’s skin and the hint of Kane’s lips. I suck harder, biting down slightly.
It drives Lorenzo mad.
He pumps faster into me, and I tighten my muscles around him as much as my orgasm-blissed body allows me to. Even Ramiel is affected. They move in perfect synchronization, cresting, higher and higher until they both drop simultaneously, filling me with warmth to the brim.
In the aftermath, the bonds release from my arms, and I drop them to Ramiel’s chest. We fall in a heap against his mattress. It takes adjustment before we all get comfortable, me sandwiched in between the two demons.
My eyes are hooded, and they find Kane standing across the room, staring at us.
There’s a shine in his eye as he looks the three of us over. Something that looks a lot like contentment. It’s there and gone in a flash, the expression replaced with sadness just as quickly.
I twitch in bed. “Kane…”
He takes a deep breath before he can look at me, forcing a smile to his face. “You are a perfect queen,” he whispers.
“Come sit with us?” I feel tears prickling at the back of my eyes. I have no idea what’s happening. Why does my heart feel like it’s breaking?
“I will,” he says. “Give me a moment.”
He disappears in smoke and comes back a moment later. He has a platter of food in one hand and a silky robe in another. He walks carefully, placing the tray on a side table before laying the robe gently against the end of the mattress.
“You need to eat,” he says softly. “Regain your strength.”
