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[???? Darling Nikki (X) – Prince.]
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IT WAS THE NIGHT'S WIND that stirred Rafel awake.
He sat up on the bed with a start. 'When had I dozed off,' he wondered. He thought of asking Peitho for a system stats; a swift look at the room, and he refrained. It had being tidied up. Rafel didn't think he had been asleep for long. He could still hear the thudding drumbeats of the party music playing in the villa beyond the cottage.
His luscious lovers however were nowhere in sight.
Rafel decided a shower would help with clarity. He stepped out few minutes later with a silver towel he'd found in the little tub wrapped around his midriff. The abs on display could mock Ares' tan breastplate of war. His hair wet with hot water, Rafel finally took a long, slow look at the room.
The tidiness was spick-span: the bed laid and pillows fluffed, no unusual smell of sex in the air, and the sweaty evidence of the most recent passion was vanished off the sheets. If not for the tingling hum low in his torso, Rafel would've thought the beautiful twins a mirage. Coming to think of it, they did look like a dream. He shook his head and walked to the bed.
"Peitho! Where are my lov—"
The words fell out his lips.
He found, nearly tucked into the folded top corner of the blanket a piece of paper. Rafel carefully pulled it out and unfurled. The most lovely writing he'd seen since Corazón's was inked in perfect blue scrawls on the parchment. He could tell it had been torn off some ancient scroll. The smell of the papyrus reminded him of his days at Emberfall's study as he read the note:
[Dear Israfel, Raz and I thought we must've tired you out, so we cast a cleaning spell on the cottage and a Kiss of Eros on you. But we are not done with you yet, demon Prince. Meet us at the gardens.]
[You are wholly, sexily ours for the night.]
[Our present must be totally enjoyed.]
[With sincerest admiration, Keziah.]
Rafel softly closed the note. The exquisite writing belonged to Keziah then. It made sense; she didn't talk much. Truthfully, he did not know if she could; but if so, her handicap would only make it hotter to shag her. Just like that one time he had roleplayed been a blind warlock with Lilith. His aunt had been wild that night, carving her talons into his back in soaking need.
Tossing the paper, Rafel reached for the closet. A single Kaftan of liquid silver was hung and waiting.
A Babylonian garment.
Rafel grabbed a turban he found also, deciding he would impress his Hebrew concubines.
As he dressed, he figured it made sense how he just went off now. The girls had cast a spell on him. 'Naughty sluts,' he reasoned with a smile. His demon core would have rebuffed it if it was deemed a threat, but the [Kiss of Eros] was about as threatening as a pecking dove on a street. It was a sleep spell.
And clearly, the quick cleanliness of the room indicated the use of magic. For starters, his cum was disappeared off the ends of the byzantine floors; and he had cum like a Roman breed steed.
Outside, the gardens which Keziah had written of in her note was a short walk from the cottage: about ten paces for Rafel's long strides. The cultured shrubs were shaped to look like dancing people. In the silverly light of the full moon, shining down bright from above, Rafel couldn't tell exactly what species of 'people'.
Either way, the garden was beautiful, and the smell of aloe vera and hibiscus filled his nostrils.
He moved silently among green and violet buds.
The earth was soft and the night silent.
Rafel spotted the girls at the foot of a magical Wryd tree: with reaching branches and a twisting stalk. It was short and luminous with the lunar energy it collected and oozed. The pale leaves whispered a thousand bursts of mystical light, like little fairies, dancing on the tree.
It was midnight on the cottage grounds, and looking at the twins, curled into each other, splendidly radiant under the moon and shining tree, it seemed like they were the only people in the world—their union the only one that really mattered.
Rafel moved for the gorgeous girls. He smiled when they both opened their arms, beaming and beatific, like the doors of a church to accept him into their fold. He pointed around the garden.
"You know, if these flowers could fly, you'd have reanimated the Hanging gardens of Babylon."
Raziah smiled warmly. "We might just make it so," she said.
Knowing both girls were in the [Griffin Arc], with control of wind and skyling magic at their fingertips, Rafel didn't doubt their capabilities. "But—" chirped Raziah. "You look wonderful in that turban. Has anyone told you you'd make an excellent foreign King? Or perhaps, a fantasy of it."
Rafel nodded. "Yes. A certain lush Gyaru told me so on a full moon night, just before I seduced her into my bed."
"No." Another voice entered their passion. It was Keziah; she had spoken, and her words were like pouring wine. Rafel couldn't really think on that fact as his cock was throbbing for some pussy. "Go hard and fast." Keziah drowned her sister's pleading. "I want you to make her beg you to stop. I want you to pound that pussy like the fucking whore she is.
Use her! I want her leaking all over the place. I want her squirting. I want her to wet your cock like a fucking faucet. Bang the shit out of that cunt. Make her pucker and scream.
I want to see you creampie my sister."
Keziah went to the bed and leaned back on it. She took a very advantageous position where she got a good view of the couch Rafel and Raziah were on.
Rafel said darkly, "as you wish, fair one."
He hoisted up Raziah above him. He held up her legs wide and high, thighs spread. She grabbed at her ankles and he holding up her thick laps. They both watched as his cock head connected with her slit. Keziah leaned in for a better view on the bed, and all three of them groaned as he slowly slid into her.
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"Ohh..." Raziah yearned as her head fell back.
Rafel's shoulder was there to hold it.
Once he was in, he let out the beast.
Rafel began pounding upward at a crazed rhythm. Raziah was bouncing above him. Her eyes started to roll. Her tongue hung out, and she sought for something to hold. She was weak as he drilled like a madman into her slick folds. Rafel bore her up in his arms like she weighed nothing.
He took from her his demented lust, hitting and hitting until she broke apart from his feral thrusting.
PAH! PAH! P-PAH! PAH! PAH!
SQUISH!
Raziah let a high scream as she jerked and released a long stream of squirt. Rafel's pipe was briefly pushed out of her cunt. But he grasped himself again, soaking and dripping to the balls, and jammed himself back inside her, ramming up her pussy again.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Yes! Yes. Fuck yes! That's it!" Keziah sang on the bed, laughing and watching.
PAH! PAH!
"Ohhhummmm." Raz came again, bucking and twisting. Rafel pulled out his fierce and colossal phallus, whipping her naughty little pussy with it and scattering her squirting. Her inner thighs were wet. She dripped down his strong calves to the floors.
Rafel felt his balls constrict and knew he was close.
He rose and tossed Raziah to the sofa. She fell and lay down, defeated and utterly fucked; catching her breath.
"Come here, you!"
He grabbed and dragged her sister off the bed to a great wooden cross. It was the only stuff in the room Keziah could grab onto as he pushed her to it and bent her down. "Grab to it like you fucking want to choke it. And spread your whore legs!" He broke thickly in her ear. Shuddering, Keziah complied.
She soon felt his hard cock slam within her and Keziah bit her bottom lip at the sheer pleasure of his girth. "Forgive me, my saviour." She pleaded with a God who wasn't present. And then, she gave herself wholly to the demon behind.
Rafel smacked and drilled her cute butt until she was pink from his hands and dick.
They came together: gyrating and grunting.
Rafel poured kegs into her tiny slut pussy; but Keziah turned around, whispering, "I want some in my mouth."
She sucked off the rest of his cum, urging him to jerk more with her mouth as she gobbled his nosh and swallowed all that her gave. Keziah clutched to the cross behind her as he used her mouth in milking all of his pleasure. She got the 'milk', all over her face and heavy breasts.
And when Rafel was done, he dragged her up to her feet and carried her to the bed. He went for her sister too. Gathering the beautiful Jewish twins into himself, he finally let some blood flow from his dick into his head.
The last thing Raz saw before she drifted off in the wild demon's arms was the cross of her Lord: an ornate, Templar wood of the lands of Judea.
She repeated her sister's words.
"Forgive me, saviour."