Page 127 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

The women arrived quickly.

Hours later, I was pistoning my dick into the ass of a buxom royal student as Scorpius took her mouth. It was already the fourth woman we’d taken. He had a knife pressed to her throat, but his eyes were closed like he was imagining someone else.

I grunted as I snapped my hips and slammed the belt across her ass.

I kept going soft and had to stop and imagine pale skin, curly blue hair, and wide blue eyes.

Usually, I barely noticed the women under us.

They were tools that helped keep the fire in my veins from consuming me.

Their obedience was all I wanted.

For the fourth time tonight, annoyance sparked in my chest as the hips moved back against me. The woman was too short, and her boobs and ass were too big. She didn’t have any muscles.

I wanted her to be stronger. Taller. Less endowed. With more muscles. Sassier.

I wanted her to fight me, which was completely irrational because I’d always liked my women soft and pliable.

Meek.

None of the women we’d fucked had felt right. There’d been something wrong with each one of them.

I was losing my mind.

My erection began to deflate, and I focused my attention on the corner where Orion had a woman pressed against the wall. He was pounding into her like he had a grudge.

All afternoon he’d been rougher than usual.

Practically feral.

My deflating cock swelled as I watched his passion.

I slammed my hips harder into the woman beneath me, but when my balls pulled up and the familiar tightening had my ass clenching, I stopped watching my Revered.

Turned my head.

Arabella was lying upside down on John’s bed. Fully clothed with her hoodie up over her head.

John lay beside her, shirtless with his pants low on his hips.

They were taking turns blowing smoke animals and watching her deranged crow fight them.

She smiled broadly like she didn’t have a care in the world.

It seemed innocent.

Two friends hanging out.

But two hours ago, John had had his sweatpants down around his knees as a girl choked on his dick.

It hadn’t escaped my notice that Arabella had watched.

After he’d come down her throat, John had refused to do anything else with the woman, even as she begged him for it.

He’d never once refused someone, male or female, because his lust rivaled ours. And now he was lying next to our slave, looking positively chummy as he ignored the stream of men and women that came asking for his dick.

I didn’t like it.

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