Page 22 of Ruining Vanessa

“I don’t want any of it,” Vanessa mutters, to absolutely no one’s surprise.

I laugh and kiss her cheek. “That’s cute, Mama, but we all know you’re a desperate little cockslut for us.” I squeeze her neck in warning. “I’ll give you a choice. Pull those tights off, then pick a lap to sit on. There’s Damien, with his giant trouser snake. He’ll probably make sure you’re very well fed while you’re squeezing around him.”

Damien inhales sharply, the only hint that he’s affected by what I’m saying. “I would.”

Slayer scoffs. “Yeah, but he won’t let her drink. I’ll top you up with wine, Vanessa.”

“She said she doesn’t drink,” I remind him. “So far, all you have going for you is the small cock.”

“Wait,” Vanessa says, paling as she looks at us. “I thought you said… sitting in your lap. Not… like that.”

“Honey, keep up,” I say. “Why else did I want your tights down around your ankles?” I point at Slayer. “If you sit on Slayer’s lap, you get wine even if you don’t want it, and maybe you won’t even feel it in your cunt.”

“I’m going to fucking throw my wine at you like a scorned lover here in a second,” Slayer growls at me.

Vanessa looks pleadingly at Damien, which amuses me even more. What does she really think he’s going to do? Stop this?

Damien nods encouragingly at her. “You can sit with me if you want. We’ll both get you filled up after dinner, so you don’t have to worry about missing out on Giulio if you choose me.”

I almost burst out laughing at Vanessa’s dismayed expression. I’m pretty sure Damien wasn’t trying to be funny, but his casual way of ignoring Slayer, and acting like Vanessa must be fucking eager for us, like she actually wants the baby as much as we do…

Slayer rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t comment. He knows I’ll give him a shot at Vanessa’s cunt, too. I always take care of him, just like he’s always taken care of me.

I look pointedly at her.

Vanessa gets up—I have to reluctantly let go of her neck—and slowly lowers her tights, pulling them down to her ankles and sliding them all the way off. “I’ll take Giulio,” she mumbles.

“Aww, I’m touched.” I reach out for her dress and pull her closer to me. “What made you pick me? My stunning smile? Your never-ending amusement with my jokes?”

“No,” she says flatly.

I wait, but she doesn’t go on, so I shrug. “Well, come on over here, Mama. You’ll have to get my cock hard for you. So I can keep you properly filled.”

Vanessa doesn’t look thrilled, but she unfastens my pants readily enough.

“It’s definitely not the jokes,” Slayer says.

I groan as her fingers brush my cock, and I push up into her touch.

She starts to stroke me, and I lean back in my chair, spreading my legs a little wider to give her better access. “Man, you’re getting good at that,” I tell her. “You just can’t wait for me to get inside you, can you?”

The look on her face is unimpressed.

Damien’s eyes are fixated on us. I’m not sure how well he can see her hand on my lap, but I lick my lips in his direction and let out a loud, showy groan.

“I think I figured it out,” I say, putting my hand on her hip. “Slayer’s cock is obviously too small. Damien’s cock is too large. But my cock is just right for little Goldilocks here.”

Damien huffs and covers his mouth, hiding his amusement.

“If you’re not careful, I’m going to cut off enough of your cock to give you the smallest cock mankind has ever seen,” Slayer says between bites of his food, glowering at me. “Remember I keep a fucking knife on me.”

Vanessa shudders, obviously remembering Slayer using that knife on her. I’ll have to let him do it again, but this time, a little deeper. She tries to ignore him, though, instead stroking me more hurriedly. Even those little abortive touches send pleasure racing up my spine.

It helps to have Damien and Slayer watching us. I notice Slayer reaching under the table, probably to adjust himself or give himself a slight squeeze, too.

I run my hand up her side and give her nipple a squeeze through her dress. “You’re just gonna let him talk to me like that, darling? Didn’t our wedding vows include standing up for each other, through thick and thin, blood and death, and… uh, Damien, what else should my vows include?”

Damien finally rips his gaze away from us to his plate. “Fertility, and having children…”

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