Page 32 of The Nephilim's Finesse

Gathering my courage, my fingers traced over Raph's lower back, down to his glorious arse. I took his checks in my hands, squeezing the tight muscles. I wanted to touch him everywhere, and that thought made me blush. Burying my face into his back, surrounded by soft feathers, I embraced him from behind, my arms gliding forward to his chest, down over his abs, until they felt the curls right before my goal. I braced myself. I had never touched this part of a man before. I held one hand on his abs, and the second slid down and closed around his shaft. Raph took a sharp inhale but didn’t move. I explored his girth and felt his veins under the skin, the blood that rushed through them. The tip was so soft, like velvet, and when I moved my fingertip over it, I felt moisture. My curiosity became the better of me, and I looked around Raph’s broad back to his front. John’s eyes were focused on my hand around Raph’s shaft, and when I circled before Raph, John adjusted his position to get a better view of what I was doing. I got to my knees to have a better view myself, and up close, I realised that the moisture came from the tiny hole in the middle of the tip. My hand was around his length; I moved it up and down, producing more of that moisture. Over me, Raph’s eyes were on my hand, pupils dilated, lust written in them. I bit my bottom lip, earning me a sharp intake of breath. He was right in front of my mouth, and I moved my tongue to his tip and licked the moisture away. His girth jerked in my hand, and Raph balled his fists so as not to touch me like he promised. I circled my tongue around the tip, tasting Raph’s maleness.

“Yeah, suck him off,” came the husky voice of John. It was his first time speaking today, and I remembered that his voice suited him well. However, it was thunderously loud in the silence of the last minutes, although he merely whispered. I turned my head to see that he had his length in his hand and was moving up and down. This I saw multiple times in my past right before they forced themselves on me.

“Don’t,” came the calm voice of Raph. “Not until she tells you.”

John looked pained, but he let go of himself and balled his hands. Exhaling my relief that I was still in charge, I focused back on Raph’s girth in front of me. John said I should suck him. Theoretically, I knew how this worked. I glided my lips around Raph’s shaft, took him into my mouth, and sucked.

“May I?” Raph showed his hands and laid them carefully on my temples. “Let me guide you a bit.” I nodded, and his fingers entangled themselves in my hair, guiding my head to bob up and down as he thrust himself deeper into my throat. The sensation caused me to gag slightly. With my hand and my mouth on him, we found a rhythm quickly. I followed him, his grip on my hair providing enough guidance for me to still have control. His heart rate increased, and he tensed as I gave him pleasure, just like he had done the day before to me. To be the source of his slowly losing control, seeing his eyes become unfocused and his breathing shallow, filled me with pride. I was doing this. I wasn’t just a vessel, a hole where he could put his member. No, I felt that it was me that affected him and made him climb higher. I felt wetness pool between my thighs. This was arousing for me too. Suddenly, he stopped.

“If you continue, I’ll come in your mouth.”

He moved his hips backwards, but I held him steady with my hand that I had placed minutes ago on his hips to steady me. My grip on his shaft hardened, and I grazed my teeth over his tip. He calculated for a moment, saw that I meant it, and thrust back into my mouth. His movements became harder, more forceful, but no more than I felt was right. Less than a minute later, a shudder went through him, and my mouth was filled with a salty, slightly bitter, and musky taste. I swallowed on instinct, realising that this was his come. He had climaxed without making a sound. Raph let go of my hair and watched me standing up.

He asked me silently what was next, and I started to undress myself. Slowly taking off my shirt, I presented my bare breasts to the two men who eagerly watched me. Then my skirt followed, leaving me as naked as they were. Their hungry gazes took everything in, and Raph’s girth became half erect again.

“Touch me,” I said to Raph.

“You have to tell me where.”

“Everywhere.”

He stepped towards me and placed his hands on my shoulders. His fingers glided down my arms, sending goosebumps over my skin. He did so several times, giving me the opportunity to adjust to his touch. Then he moved his big hands over my collarbones, slowly down to my breasts to cup them. He kneaded them lightly and got to his knees, his breath warm on my areola and a question in his eyes.

“Yes,” I breathed.

His tongue caressed my breast, drawing circles until he reached the centre. His tongue flicked over my nipple; he sucked on it, bit it lightly. Everything he did sent shivers down to my core, setting my blood on fire. He devoted his attention to the other breast, and I moaned when I felt him there. After a couple of minutes, Raph stood up again and walked behind me. He cupped my breasts again and pinched my nipples, and I groaned; I couldn't help myself. Heat pooled between my thighs, my body afire, and I wanted him so badly to touch me there. He slid his hands over my belly, along my thighs, back to my breasts, everywhere save the place I wanted him to touch me.

“Touch me down there,” I whispered.

He cupped my breast and glided one hand down between my thighs. When his finger slid along my folds, my legs gave out for a moment, but his hand around my torso steadied me.

“How wet is she?” asked John in a husky voice. He still had his hands balled next to him; his shaft glinted with moisture just from watching Raph and me.

Raph glided between my folds with two fingers, rubbed against me, and pushed one of them inside me. I groaned at the pleasurable intrusion. Raph removed his finger and showed his dampened digit to John.

“Very,” he said, moving his finger to his mouth to suck my taste off. “Delicious.”

John groaned in response, clearly uncomfortable not being able to do something. Raph’s finger glided back between my folds, causing waves of pleasure to run through me.

I locked my eyes with John. “Touch yourself.” Almost as if a string had snapped, his hand was around his girth a second later, and he pumped into his hand. His arousal at seeing me getting pleased by Raph added to my avidity. Raph slipped two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out while the back of his hand massaged my most sensitive spot. My hips started to move on their own, meeting the rhythm of Raph's hand.

“Yeah, fuck his hand,” groaned John.

Another difference between these men. While Raph was even silent during his release, John was a talker. He moaned and groaned while fisting himself, his eyes glued to Raph's hand moving inside me. I felt my climax building, and when Raph started to lick and bite my neck, a shiver went through me, which continued south.

“Come on his hand, little vixen. Come for him.”

And I did. My climax rushed through me, and I heard John moaning loudly and declaring his release. My legs gave out as white lights entered my vision while wave after wave ran through me, Raph’s hand still moving to maximise my pleasure. He had me steady in his arm, holding me up while I went limp from the sensation that seized my body.

He removed his hand when I came back from my high and took me in his arms, holding me until I could stand steady on my legs. I wanted to stay there forever, but all too soon, he stepped back, ripping me from his warmth. I stooped to grab my clothes, putting them on to get warm again.

Raph and John dressed themselves, too. I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that playtime had to end.

After we were all dressed and John left silently, Raph crossed his arms over his chest. “Who is your sire?” he asked, his voice gruff and demanding.

I sighed in resignation. “Thorne Ashcroft, the Duke of Vernon, back when he was still human,” I replied, my mind drifting back to days long gone.

Raph nodded, and I stepped closer to him, confusion clouding my thoughts.

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