Page 84 of Lourdes & the Mafia
Rami’s is the mightiest of us all.
“Please continue what you were doing, brother,” he urges, a twitch of his lips.
If I wasn’t well versed in my siblings, I wouldn’t have noticed the tension in his body. He’s still angry from earlier, and rightly so. I’m angry, too. And sex with Lourdes is the release we both need. Perhaps Rami needs this as much as we do.
Lourdes lifts her head, staring at Rami through half-lidded eyes.
“Ramiel…” Her voice is soft, languid and frustrated with the loss of her orgasm. “Have you come to join us?”
His dark brows kick up. “Would you like me to?”
She hums. “I do. I want you both to fuck me.”
I turn back to my brother, smirking. “So how about it, brother?” His eyes flare with darkness. “Will you join us?”
Ramiel
Mybodyiswoundtight with anger and a desperate need to kill. After depositing everyone back in the Underworld, I went back to the site of the attack.
While there was no trace of the creatures that attacked, I still sniffed out for a trace of anything.
Magic always leaves a fingerprint, a hint of the bearer. I was searching for it. For anything.
And I caught traces of something. Of something old and powerful. Something other.
Something like… myself.
I came here to tell them about it, only to find Lorenzo deep within Lourdes’ thighs.
Their invitation to join them distracts me enough from the matter at hand that I hold my tongue against what I was planning on saying. There would be time enough for that later.
For now, I too want a taste of her.
Pushing myself off from the doorframe, I prowl into the room.
I am not surprised that Lorenzo has shown her his true form. It was bound to happen eventually. I briefly debate dropping my own glamor to let her look at me in my entirety but decide against it. Lorenzo’s should be enough for now.
Mine has been known to be frightening.
Her eyes watch me as I make my way closer.
As my fingers begin working down the line of buttons on my suit jacket.
“Please,” I urge. “Continue eating our little vidente out.”
He laughs. “As you command, brother.”
He immediately resumes what he was doing, his tail slapping her clit while his tongue deep dives into the tight ring of muscles at her ass.
I watch the show, my dick growing beneath my pants. I pull my jacket off, then work on my shirt, tossing them off to the side.
The wet sounds of Lorenzo slurping mixed with the slapping against her pussy are an aphrodisiac themselves.
I want to taste her, but I’m a patient man.
I can wait my turn.
But what I won’t do is let her forget I’m even in the room.
