Page 24 of The Nephilim's Finesse

My friend grinned but sobered instantly. "Do not let your guard down, not even for a moment," Nate warned.

"Never.” I waved aside his concern with a scoff. “The interrogation will proceed as planned, and Victorija will give us the answers we seek."

Nate studied me a beat longer, then nodded. Guilt flickered, but I pushed it down deep. I couldn't afford weakness now. Not when so much was at stake. The vampires were moving, and Victorija held the answers we desperately needed.

"You have my word," I said. Victorija would talk, and I'd be there to make sure of it. No matter the cost.

Victorija lay on her bed, naked as the day she was born, her thighs spread wide to give me the most brilliant view imaginable. Dark red curls over soft, pink flesh. The sweet perfume of her arousal drifted into my nose, making me wonder how she would taste. She moaned and arched her back while fucking herself with the vibrator I gave her. I sat on my chair again, five feet away, so that I could see everything but not touch her. Her eyes were closed, a sign of her trust towards me, one that I wouldn’t break.

“You're doing good. Yeah, I can see you’re almost there.”

“Make me come!” She whimpered. Her thighs were trembling; she was so close.

I wanted to touch her so badly. Her creamy, silken skin begged for me to caress her, her core inviting me in, glistering in the light. I balled my fists so as not to touch her and took a deep breath.

“No, the first is yours alone,” I said.

Her green eyes pierced me. “Please!”

It'd be so easy to just give in. My cock was throbbing painfully against my jeans, and I wanted to be inside her so much it hurt. But this wasn't about me. It was important that she knew she could do this on her own and not depend on someone else.

“Relax, don’t force it. Just enjoy the feeling.” She glided the dark brown vibrator in and out of her pussy, and I pictured how it'd look if it was my cock instead. “You look brilliant! Just feel how good it is.”

She moaned, opening her eyes briefly, lust and desire written in them. She focused on my lips and bit on hers. Another tremor went through her, and she threw her head back, eyes closed, her back arching upwards. Her movements became faster, and another moan escaped her.

“Good girl.”

A brief smile hushed over her face before she stilled and adjusted the vibrator so that the front part stimulated her clit, while the length massaged her inner walls. Using her index finger, she only moved the tool to highlight the sensation. Her moans became feral.

“Relax, and let it flow through you.”

Her legs trembled like twigs in a storm before they suddenly became still as she screamed and her back arched upwards.

“Fuck, you look fantastic!”

I imagined how her pussy milked the vibrator, and I wanted it to be my cock inside of her. It'd be so easy to kneel before her, move the tool out of her, and replace it with my throbbing erection. How she'd scream when I impaled her again and again. I exhaled shakingly, realising that the wood of the chair had splintered from the force where I clasped the seating. Not today, but soon, I told myself. Patience.

Victorija pulled the vibrator out of her and turned it off. With tears in her eyes, she looked at me. “Thank you,” she said softly.

On the first impulse, I wanted to tell her that it was all her, that I had no share in her getting her first release. But I knew it'd be a lie. Seeing her lying there, legs spread open, her pussy glistering, inviting me to lick her, fuck her, I couldn't stand it any longer.

“You’re very welcome. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I stood up and bolted out of the room. After the scan of my hand and the short way through the UV light corridor, I arrived in the surveillance room. The door behind me wasn't even closed when I undid my belt and grabbed my stone-hard erection, pumping fast. Fuck. It took all my willpower not to bury my face between her thighs and lick her until she screamed my name. Imagining how I'd fuck her, how her tight pussy would milk my cock, it took only three strokes until my climax washed over me.

“She’s a vixen,” John said next to me, handing me a tissue. I took it, nodding my thanks, and looked at him. His trousers were around his knees, and several tissues lay on the table where the monitor stood. He had watched us for the last weeks and months. He couldn't hear us, only see pictures, but it was enough.

“I really envy you. You had a front seat to this show.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Would you have sat still on that chair, not touching her?”

“Hell no!”

“Then there is no place for you to be inside that room.”

9 Victorija

I dressed while Raph was gone, wondering what was so urgent that he had to get out of the room so fast. Again. After I was finished, I plopped down into a chair and waited for him. When he entered, he looked relaxed, the tension he displayed minutes ago gone. My gaze dropped to his trousers, which showed no bulge anymore. Did he just…? And so fast?

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