Page 90 of Vengeful Mates

“Fuck, Sorceress,” Castor cursed, and he stretched back to grab my hair.

I nibbled at the back of his neck and along his shoulder, loving that I took command of him and the situation. That he gave me the opportunity to take charge for once. It was empowering to do this. Freeing. Fucking thrilling.

Squelching noises told me Alaric prepared himself for some action.

Zethan’s hands venerated my plump breasts getting heavy from need.

“Wider, baby.” He nudged my knee out with his thigh. “You want my spur?”

It wouldn’t do much from this angle but fuck, yeah. I showed him by pulling out of Castor all the way to the tip, grinding back into Zethan.

“Spur, it is.” Zethan positioned his tip at the edge of my plump, wet lips, feeding me his cock gradually.

I gasped at his girth and length, taking a moment to get used to him in this position. My hormones made my pussy a little sensitive and puffy sometimes, and I couldn’t accommodate him without a little adjustment period.

“That okay, baby? I’m not too full?” I loved that he checked in with me. Asked my permission rather than took what he wanted like a plundering warlord.

“Yes,” I whimpered, edging my pussy deeper over his velvety head.

We could finally be together without Castor’s spell.

“Oh, fuck.” Zethan’s groan vibrated down my throat as Alaric plunged into him, pace quickening with every pump.

“This is insanely fucking hot.” Slade did his best to stroke his cock beneath the weight of Castor baring down on him. “I’m gonna enjoy reaming you, Daddy.” He grabbed Castor’s hair, roughly tugging it, drawing my dark man down for a conquering kiss. “Fuck you real good while Nurse A pegs me.”

“Oh, God.” I rocked as Zethan circled my clit just right and electrified the nerves into my first orgasm.

“Look at her, Daddy,” Slade growled. “Look at what we’re doing to our goddess. Making her fucking hot and cream all over you.”

“She’s creaming on me all right.” Daddy stretched back an arm to sample it and rub it in to Slade that he got it.

Fuck, we were a Conga line of hot, steaming fucking bodies, moving in sync with each other. Castor and Slade rough with each other. Me, medium on the scale. Zethan careful with me, and Alaric banging into Zethan.

“Harder, Nurse A! Make Daddy hit my spot,” Slade barked at me, the first of his orgasms hitting him and quaking along our link.

Sweat dropped between the valley of my breasts as I pounded into Castor the way Alaric and Slade did to each other.

“That’s right, Nurse A,” Slade praised, and I came, a wave of heat sweeping me away. “Fuck, Daddy. Right there. Fuck. Fuck.” He let out stuttered curses as he lost his battle with his second orgasm.

Zethan tightened his grip on me, his arm between my breasts and belly. His spur tickled my back entrance, and I pushed back into it, letting it tease me with every stroke, my arousal heightening at the added sensation.

We wouldn’t be able to do this once my stomach got bigger, and we’d have to be a lot gentler and careful with sex. We couldn’t afford to harm the babies with anything kinkier.

“More, Sorceress,” Daddy demanded, and his wish was my command. I gripped his hips harder, my fingers leaving marks as I crashed into him over and over. “That’s so fucking good.”

Castor’s body tightened, losing coordination as he convulsed beneath me. He collapsed onto Slade, and my vibrator fell from his ass as their mouths met for another fiery kiss. Watching them melt in a tangle of dense limbs was a gratifying view.

They didn’t stay like that for long. The president demanded his third orgasm and flipped Castor over and got himself ready to give Daddy retribution. Cock sheathed and slick, Slade pushed Daddy’s knees back to the mattress, testing his flexibility. Castor gritted his teeth at his body stretching and bit his lip as Slade slammed into him.

“Nice and tight, Daddy,” Slade growled, hammering into Castor with a ferocity that bordered on savage.

“Get ready for it, baby,” Zethan warned as he flew headfirst into his release, taking me with him for my second orgasm.

He folded himself around me, his heat like the bowels of Hell.

“Get your ass here, Nurse A.” Slade beckoned me to join him, refusing to give me a break between workouts and cresting. “Peg my ass and give it to me good, sugar.”

Wobbling all over the place, I disposed of the used condom and cleaned the toy with tissues and replaced the sheath with a fresh one. Slicked with a fresh layer of lube, I lined up the vibrator to Slade’s ass and gave him what he wanted.

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