Page 34 of The Nephilim's Finesse

Victorija eyed me and John, a small seductive smile on her face. Her eyes moved to the bed, an invitation we both gladly accepted. I had instructed John on what to do so that everything went according to plan. This was dangerous. I knew she wanted to experience this new thing. However, she was still a captive that wanted to escape. With my head between her thighs, she could break my neck in an instant. Yesterday, when she sucked me off, I was at risk, too. I wouldn’t be keen on a lost cock; however, this was a chance I had been willing to take, and I was rewarded big time.

I nodded shortly, and John and I stripped out of our clothes, leaving only our underwear on. Victorija moved the straps of her blue dress from her shoulders and let the fabric pool around her ankles. Her perfect breasts screamed for my hands, and I took a deep breath to calm myself.

“John, get on the bed.” He moved onto the bed and sat on it, the headboard behind his back.

“I want you on top of him, your back to his chest. Take your time, and do what you want before you reach that point. I’ll wait here.”

I knew it was important to get her comfortable with the situation, to give her control over it. In the end, we could force her, but neither John nor I wanted anything like that. She strolled over to the young Nephilim in her bed. Her hand brushed over his calf, up to his thigh. John was hard the moment he saw her naked, but he knew that he wasn’t allowed to touch her. Victorija moved her fingers over his torso and back to his calf. She crawled on the bed, between John’s thighs, her arse towards me, giving me a full view of what I'd lick soon. She turned her head, and a coy smile appeared. Bit by bit, she learned what she did to me, and she enjoyed it more and more. Her trust that I would stay where I was and not take advantage of her warmed my heart, but my concentration was fully on her next move. She leant over John, her breasts grazed his chest, and then she licked him from his pectorals down to his eight-pack, stopping before his boxer shorts.

“Don’t stop on my account, honey. Whatever you wanna do, I’m in.”

She smiled at him and released him from his underwear. Licking along his cock, she took him in, and I fought my jealousy for a second. After about a minute, she stopped.

“If you want to touch me, do it,” she directed at John. Then she turned, blushed, and whispered. “And I want you to touch me there.” She looked behind her, where her wet folds glistered. Blowjobs turned her on. Who'd have guessed that? I climbed behind her, between her legs, forcing her to spread them out more. John had one arm behind his head, the other in Victorija’s hair while she sucked his cock. I lay my hands on her arse, massaging it gently while I moved forward to my target. My finger glided along her outer lips and dipped into her wetness. A stuffed moan escaped her. I repeated my caress, and she moaned again. I pushed one finger in her, and she stilled, absorbing the feeling I gave her while pumping in and out. Victorija’s moans intensified as my fingers worked into her. After a while, when all the sounds were wet sucking and John's and Victorija's moans, John guided her head from his cock, while I continued to drive into her. She gasped as I moved my hand over her clit with more intensity.

“Do you want to feel his mouth on your pussy?”

I couldn’t see her face, but she nodded. “Then lay on top of me.”

I pulled out, resulting in a frustrated groan before she crawled on top of John and laid her back on his torso.

“Spread your legs wide. Do you want me to touch you as well?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

John took her by the hips and adjusted her position on top of him. Then he took her breasts in his hands and kneaded them while snuggling on her neck. Victorija threw her head back, eyes closed in delight. I touched her knees to let her know that I had advanced, and she didn’t jerk away, which I saw as a good sign. My hands moved upwards until they lay at the apex of her thighs. Her copper curls invited me in. She didn’t shave. I didn’t care if it was due to the time she was born in. I loved that she was pure and natural. I kissed her thighs upwards until I touched her sensitive flesh. My tongue explored her lips, then ventured further north to her clit, and she let out a feral moan. I sucked, nibbled, and licked to test what she liked best while I gently pushed one finger deep within her. She was so tight, I had to spread her out bit by bit. She lay totally relaxed on top of John. While he pleasured her breasts, I pleasured her pussy, and after some minutes, when I felt that she was close, I inserted two fingers, then three.

“You're doing great, little vixen. You like how he licks you, don’t you?”

She moaned a throaty, “Yes.”

Her hips started to mimic my thrusts, and by the moans of John, his cock was pressed between him and her back; he was enjoying it, too.

“You feel so good. I’ll come any second between your arse cheeks.”

She moaned again. Obviously, she liked the dirty talk.

“Yes, my little vixen, I want you to come on his mouth. I want your cream to flow onto his tongue.”

That was the point she tipped over, and an orgasm washed forcefully over her. John pinched her nipples, and her fangs came out, hissing through her release. I slowed my circles on her clit, and let her ride out her climax. Both John and her were done. After a minute, she opened her eyes, blushed, and whispered, “Again.”

I raised an eyebrow at her.

She blushed even more. “I want to come again with you inside me,” she whispered.

I calculated. It was best if she had control over it, as it would be the first intercourse that she wanted to have. At the moment, she was so lust-driven that she didn’t think about what she was asking. But I'd give it a try.

I stripped off my boxer shorts and lay on the bed next to John. “Come here.” She climbed from John to me, straddling me. John stood up and took a tissue to clean her back and his torso while I licked and sucked her nipples. I gave him a slight move with my head so that he could go. This was something where he wasn’t needed.

I lay my hands on her hips while she rubbed her wet flesh over my cock.

“You have full control. Take all the time you need.”

She took my cock in her hand and pumped it several times before she guided it to her entrance. My tip glided inside her, feeling her tight velvet core.

“You’re so big.”

“Take your time to adjust.”

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