[???? Mistletoe – PENTATONIX.]
[#christmasfetish #girlinsocks #winter #indoorlust]
In a week, Rafel was able to stand and walk a short distance without the use of his skull cane. It was a sight the women delighted in, for Rafel was even more handsome when he stood tall. His healing was coming along nicely, and he hadn't touched the Book of Souls.
It was safely tucked in the inner sanctum that had once held the stack of exquisite communion wines, the time itself wrapped in Wyrd leaves to preserve the magick.
In the seven days the stay at the Abbey, Sekhmet and Aya Naamah had made only one trip back to the Cabin to arm themselves with proper clothing suitable for the weather. The winter blowing in from the Cold Sea had finally entered the beaches of Corynthia. To combat the winds, they had both ridden on Myreen of Thrasos on the way back. Embark on a journey with m-vl-em,pyr
The red dragon was more than happy to aid the APOLLYON'S concubines—for it was so she saw the ladies.
By the fourth day, Ravenna had broke into every door and loft. Each girl took a room in the resident quarters of the monks, layered side by side into a long corridor. They were neighbors, sharing a wide hallway. Rafel took the Head Abbot's chambers.
It was in appropriate living conditions, considering the centuries of disuse. It had couches, and a study area, a branch-off into a bedroom with stately design, and a patio extending outward. The veils were mute white and gave off the solemn vibe. It was just the perfect suite. Sekhmet and Aya soon had the Abbey looking like a place people lived for once.
The tomb was sealed off, and the covers on the wallpapers removed.
Rosamunde found a fountain of [Holy Water] and filled several vials for herself. Despite all the horror she'd experienced as a Detective dished the most gruesome homicides, her faith in the Martyr was unshaken.
Though they had separate rooms for privacy, all the girls loved spending time in Rafel's chamber. He rather liked it. The Head Abbot's quarters were large enough. And who the hell didn't enjoy the sight of waking up to curvy women walking around the bedroom in tight shorts?
Presently, Rafel was one of the evening walks he had started taking to strengthen his spine and legs. He was still a long way from running or jumping, but the physical therapy helped. The island breeze was refreshing; a soothing balm in his face. The winter's air stung a bit, but it was nicer. Tree branches were silver and droopy with snows, and little birds peeked from holes in their hard barks.
Sekhmet had studded him in a great red cardigan and woolen cuff for his head, and knitted head warmer for his head—and fricking mitten gloves for his hands. Walking was also an excuse to patrol the ground and ensure none of the Usurper's [Spectres] had broken through. The last thing he needed was a raid of the Abbey by Maulers in windbreakers.
His hard boots crunched on the gravel as he ended his walk.
He usually went two laps around the Abbey, but this evening, he pushed himself and went three. Sekhmet had him looking like fucking Mr. Claus. He endured it. At least he was warm. It was colder than the loins of a Nephilim out here.
He spent a final glance to the dipping sun before grabbing for his cane by a pillar, to ascend the stone steps. He headed a beeline for the living quarters.
"I'm back," Rafel greeted as he pushed the round silver knob and entered his room.
Rosamunde, Ravenna, and Aya Naamah were on the couch facing the fireplace. Sekhmet squatted under the mantelpiece and poked the embers with a stoke stick. She added more logs. Rafel wondered if it was still rude at this stage to stare at her ass. The shapely outline of it was phenomenal.
"Welcome, my liege," Sekhmet turned to smile at him from the flames. Her curves were silhouetted in the shadows on the far wall. "How was your walk?"
"Cold? Yeah, cold."
"Oh, you beautiful slut!" Rosa gasped, making Sekhmet giggle.
"I'll go first." She rose to her feet and pulled off her pink cashmere shorts. She left her sweater on, and stood in only her red mitten socks.
Rafel gazed from her stockinged feet up her calves to the apex of her thighs. She had her hand down between her legs and was rubbing lightly up and down her cream slit. "SIT!" Rafel ordered, and Sekhmet straddled his lap. "Go on, slut!" He urged her. She whimpered when he smacked her ass, and her small hand softly closed around his big, golden cock.
"Hmmm," she moaned as she sat on his dick.
SQUISH!
He felt so good inside her Sekhmet was unable to go slow. She began to ride him and bounce, taking him in fat, sliding inches out of her pussy and back in. Aya and Rosa sat below the couch, under Rafel's spread legs and watched with a mix of great lust and mild curiosity as his thighs bumped up against Sekhmet's large butt.
Her globes shook and accepted his fat dick in with a spurt of love juice every single time.
She was squirting.
"Ohh yes, fuck me like that, Apollyon. YOU'RE SO BIG! OH FUCK YES! I love to ride this dick. Please let me fuck your mighty cock. Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!" She kept bouncing with SQUISH, SQUISH strokes on his hard velvet head.
It was one long, stretched out orgasm.
"Ohhhummmm yes!" Eventually, Sekhmet broke out a final, hitched moan and lifted all up from Rafel's dick. His pipe slid out of her wet and drowned in her fluids. She squirted some more over his abs. And he grabbed his dick and rubbed it all over her leaking pussy. She sighed and whimpered.
Rafel had just learned how amazing it was to watch a hot girl in socks ride his cock.
Sekhmet eased down his legs and went to her knees before him. As he peered down, she sucked him into her mouth and swallowed all of her cream on him. She moaned loudly, her sounds showing him how much she was loving it, and pumped him onto her face.
Rafel started to jerk.
"Come for me, my liege. Humiliate this pretty face. Make it yours. Make me y—"
He abruptly exploded in her mouth, spraying her face and hair in white semen. Rafel's head fell back on the couch. For a moment, the fireplace seemed to glow green flames. Rafel mused it was the wildness in which his nurse milked his cock.
"Christ, woman!" Rafel gasped.
Sekhmet continued her handjob until he poured all over her face, staining her cardy and showing the nipple points through it. Her huge boobs swayed under. Rafel dragged off the shirt.
"Keep the socks," he said, admiring her nudity. "Now, who's next."
In the golden luminance of the fireplace, three female hands lifted—including Ravenna's.