Rosamunde whimpered and grasped the top ends of the plush banquette. "Give me your hands," Rafel growled. And when she put them in his, he held her wrists tight, binding her arms and leaving her squirming body for Bruna's total use behind. Brunhilda Penderghast's magenta eyes burned in a healthy dose of female want as she softly pushed apart Rosa's legs.
On the sofa, Ravenna bit on her cardigan sleeves. Her green eyes were bright. She crooned excitedly. "Oh gods, this is taking a'turn. I like it!"
The only one in the friends circle who would have been remotely appalled at the wanton direction this not-so-innocent game was taking was the girl kneeling on the blue cot with her thighs spread, ass out, the gray tints in her eyes darkening by the second. Rosa's closeness to the beautiful demon prince, Israfel had long since purged all the holy out of her.
She should object to becoming a literal sex object, but she did not.
Pah!
Brunhilda spanked her and her bubble butt jiggled. Ravenna fell back on the sofa and clutched to Aya's hand; they were all watching on the long bed with Percival and Cora. Rafel was on the cot with Rosa—who had become their group plaything.
He had her hands bound in his lap. Keeping one hand secured around her wrists, he gripped her chin and lifted her face to pin her gorgeous eyes with his. He said darkly in the lounge, "just to be clear, you only belong to me." He looked around the room, the light of the fireplace showing in his eerie yellow eyes. "All of you. Concubines and waifus of my harem.
Percival is only here by my generous grace. I am Lord of Netori. Offspring of Kaos and Lust. No one fucks either of you but me. NO ONE." Rafel's voice charged across the chamber in hardened bass. "Bruna does this to Rosa at my command.
Under no conditions are any of you to indulge prior trysts without my explicit orders."
Percival bowed his head respectfully. Only a fool with a death wish would attempt to NTR the fucking Apollyon. All the girls were quiet. One thing they all agreed on, Rafel was certainly no cuck.
His demonic iris moved back to the hearth, seeming to draw in from the glowing fires before swimming back to the pliant brunette bound under him. His voice drummed coldly.
"Good. Now you may proceed."
Brunhilda had been waiting on this very charge and instantly turned back to the humongous pant-clad ass in front of her face. The trouser was so tight on Rosa she could put her forefinger down on her crack. Bruna clapped her globular cheeks together, smashing them in, and released them again. "Ahh." Rosa twisted, but Rafel's hands locked her in place.
Swat! Bruna's hand came down hard again.
She put her hands to the front and popped Rosa's fly. Briskly, she dragged down the Lycra wear. A beauty of caramel flesh immediately filled the room. Percival forgot himself and groaned. Rafel instantly cut eyes at him. He closed his mouth but adjusted a bit in his seat.
Rafel looked down on Bruna.
"Go on with the dare, woman. Do not bore me. I know you are desperate for a taste of that delectable islandic arse. If you're lucky, she'll squirt in your mouth."
Bruna quivered behind Rosa's big butt. "I-I think the dare was only to finger her."
Rafel laughed a sinister sound. "But you want more, don't you, darlin'? This is only the beginning. Now show me that tight hole of hers."
Brunhilda was almost lost to the sex drive of this redhaired devil, but she gulped down her own need to tear of all his clothes and ride him, and gently hooked a finger under the strap of Rosa's panties. She pulled back the flimsy indigo thong, and everyone gasped.
Pah! Pah!
"You're soaked." Bruna gave her delicious behind two fast successive swats.
Holding her panties to the side, everyone saw she glistened from the spot of her glory hole to the folds of her slit. She had dewy curls of dark hair in a fine triangle up the apex of her thighs. And with a finger, Brunhilda rubbed down the sweet damp crack to her sex. Rosa had the flesh of the tropics: caramel and juicy; she wasn't pink down there.
Rafel turned to the long sofa beside the ongoing sapphic show and commanded the others.
"Percy, it's time for you to retire. I've allowed you enough. Go wank off on what you've seen."
"But—" Percival's protest died when he met Rafel's dire eyes. He lowered his head and stood. "Yes, Your Eminence." They were friends but all of them knew when to honor Israfel's hallowed position. On his way out, Percival grabbed Rosa's sexy thong off Cora's lustful fingers. "I'll be needing this more than you. Thank you."
Left alone, Rafel ordered Cora to his swanky, walk-in closet. "Corazón. Check the bottom drawers. We have a gift for our shivering whore here."
Pah!
He smacked Rosa's left butt soundly.
Cora returned in a flash with a glittery, flowered brass box and opened it in front of all. She withdrew from the little crimson bed inside a delicious pink dildo.
It had matching peach wraps for a strap-on.
Slurp! Slurp!
Rafel pulled up Brunhilda's magenta streaks from where she was submerged in ass eating. Her face was red and streaming with glimmering cum. Rosa's ass release had made a slippery mural of her pretty face. Bruna still grasped her soft buttocks, holding her open for her lusty gaze.
"Take it," Rafel instructed. "Like I said, I won't be fucking her tonight. You will." He winked a golden lash at Brunhilda. "Make her scream."
No one could really tell when Rafel stopped talking or when exactly Brunhilda had stood, mounted the dildo and thrust into Rosa's delectable cunt. But Bruna had their rapt attention when she began crazy fucking the sacred brunette. Her rhythm was beyond sane. She clutched to Rosa's voluptuous hips and pounded that lush ass in intense strokes perhaps only another woman knew how to give.
Rosa's ass leaked squirt all over the cot. It was one long screaming orgasm.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Yes. Yes. Yeah baby. Fuck my fuckin' ass. Yes. Bang me good.
Drill me. Seat your cock inside that massive butt. I know you want it. Show me how much. Yes! That feels good.
Fuck!" Rosa fell to the shaking cot. Brunhilda fell atop her, enveloping and pressing her down on the banquette as she gyrated over her.
Squish!
Squish!
Rosa bucked, releasing a healthy stream of silver squirting that splashed everything within ten feet. "Ohh goddd!" Her face planted in the opal cushion.
"A most wonderful show." Rafel lauded Brunhilda. He fell back on the banquette and beckoned to his harem. "Now come hither, you fine lasses. I wish to be surrounded by all my women tonight."
The girls grinned and flowed to him. Aya made for him pillows of her robust breasts. Ravenna settled her head on his torso. Corazón curled her long legs with his. Brunhilda kissed his red-gold hair. The fireplace trickled on, warming their bodies.
And Rafel fell asleep, contented, pinching on the pert nipple of a heaving, busty Rosamunde.