Page 39 of The Nephilim's Finesse

His head lifted, and he looked up into our eyes before speaking again.

"Come for us, now."

His words seemed to be an unspoken command, giving me the permission I needed to let go. The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, and I rode it out, my moans loud against Raph's breathing in my ear. When it finally subsided, John pulled away with a satisfied smirk on his face. He eased his teasing a bit but didn’t let go.

“That wasn't enough. I need you to come harder.”

Pinching my nipples, Raph moved now with John so that my hips were pushed down forcefully. This increased the sensation a hundredfold, and the stimulation of my bud without mercy made it a bit painful but oh-so pleasurable. My next climax hit me hard, and I spasmed around Raph’s length until I felt him pumping in me; our bodies were in perfect unison. John pushed me up a bit, and I felt that he was licking at Raph’s girth and my folds again. He lapped for a few minutes, bringing Raph’s subsiding erection out of me to get all the liquid which he licked away. When Raph glided out of me, I saw that John took him into his mouth and sucked him clean, then he pushed his tongue into me, licking every drop away.

“You both taste so good together,” he murmured.

I was so aroused by what he did that I didn’t think straight. “Make me come again,” I begged.

John shared a look with Raph, who gave a short nod before he looked at me. “Do you want to come on my cock or otherwise?”

I nodded. “Your…”

John didn't give me a chance to finish my sentence. He shoved his boxers down below his waist, and I found myself facing Raph with my back to John. He entered me in one thrust as soon as he was ready, forcing all the air from my lungs with the strength of each passionate plunge. My eyes locked with Raph. He was giving me the pleasure I so desired. I knew he was responsible for every climax I had; I was at his mercy; John was only a tool for fulfilling my needs, my desire. I buried my nose into Raph’s neck while John pushed into me and massaged my inner walls. His hands roamed all over my body, caressing each curve and dip. I felt his fingers playing with my nipples as he went deeper, making me gasp in pleasure. I writhed against him, the sensations too intense to handle. Raph kept his arms around me as he watched us with hungry eyes, his breathing becoming shallower and quicker each time John pushed deeper. I smelt Raph’s sweat and licked it away, crossing the thick vein in his neck. My fangs extended, and I scraped them over his skin. Raph pushed me a little off him so that he could look me in the eyes. We exchanged a long glance while John drove into me, grunting. I drowned in Raph’s brown eyes while John’s movement caused my nipples to scrape against Raph’s chest hair, intensifying the pleasure. John increased the pace of his thrusts, sending an electric current through every nerve in my body. Not taking my eyes off Raph, I noticed a small bob of his head, giving me permission to bite him.

“Take all of my cum,” John growled, and I started to shudder with pleasure.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, John reached between our bodies and touched my clit in just the right way, pushing me over the edge into pure blissful oblivion. My screams were muffled by Raph’s neck as a wave of pleasure washed over me in delicious waves that seemed to last forever, and I bared my fangs into Raph’s neck, sucking his blood. It was delicious, rich and addicting. While I drank, my climax elongated for minutes and wave after wave rushed over me as John pumped restlessly into me until we were both spent. Licking Raph’s wound clean, I exchanged a long, meaningful glance with him.

“Oh, dessert,” said John and pulled out of me, breaking the spell between Raph and me. I looked down and saw Raph releasing his length from his hand; his come all over my belly.

“Lay on your back, if you please.”

John rolled me over, and with me still lying on top of Raph, he started to lick away Raph’s sperm from my stomach and his own inside me. Raph kissed my neck and devoured my nipples with his hands while John worked between my thighs.

“This is the last time someone else fucks your pussy,” Raph growled into my ear.

A promise.

A warning.

He pinched my nipples, and with John’s tongue circling my clit, my final climax washed over me, and we all lay back, totally spent.

I thought it was impossible to experience so much pleasure in such a short time. But with two males whose goal was to make me come as much as possible, it was apparently. I smiled at myself. I thought I had made a great deal with Raph.

We lay there for several minutes, and I’d almost drifted off to sleep when I sensed someone moving next to me. Raph and John were getting up and dressing themselves. I was disappointed. I could have lain here the whole night. Sighing, I stood up as well and put on a dress.

John lingered in the doorway while Raph made himself comfortable in one of the chairs.

“What is it?” I asked John.

“May I ask a question, too?” He seemed strangely excited. I didn’t have a deal with him, yet, John was responsible for… I had to calculate… four of the five climaxes I had today. I nodded, curious about what he'd want to know.

“Did you see the Great Fire of 1666?”

I shook my head. “No.” Disappointment washed over his face. His mouth turned downward, and his posture slouched. I couldn't let him go like that.

“Although I was at Oxford at the time.” John’s face lit up. “The sky was orange for three days and nights when we looked to the east. The wind carried the smoke and ash as far as Oxford.”

“Wasn't that exciting to be so close to such an important event?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Exciting? Two hundred thousand people lost their homes. They were huddled in shacks or living among the ruins, starving or were murdered.” I remembered visiting London the following winter. Those pictures of suffering people would never leave my mind.

John blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that. But to be witness to important historical events must be so fulfilling!”

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