Page 112 of Perilous

“Yeah. It’s so wrong. Like really, badly wrong.”

Her words are slurred but we get each other. We’re connected. Connecting. This is just…

“You get me,” I whisper. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“You can’t have me. I’m claimed.”

“So am I. Two claimed ones… negate the whole thing…?”

“Oh yeah? Is that how you feel?”

“I feel a lot right now, Serafina. Like so much at once. Like I want to scream. Like I want to jump out of a window. Like I want Peri to tie me down, blindfold me, and fuck every hole he wants. Like I want to…”

Serafina leans toward me and her lips touch mine. The kiss catches me off guard. But I don’t pull away. I actually kiss her back. Our lips then slightly open at the same time. We kiss each other again at the same time. We pull away with a gentle kissing sound.

I instantly lick my lips.

“What the fuck are we doing?” I ask.

“I don’t know. I never kissed a girl before. At least if we get caught we’ll both enjoy the punishment.”

I throw my head back and start to laugh.

The bedroom door opens and both Serafina and I look to see Tyrant and Perilous entering the bedroom. They look confused, then angry when they see us on the bedroom floor.

“Nothing happened,” I blurt out.

“It was just a harmless kiss,” Serafina adds before giggling.

“Shut up,” I say to her, thinking I’m whispering, but I’m not.

We both giggle again.

Tyrant stomps over, all big and burly, and picks up Serafina like she’s a toy. He tosses her over his shoulder and smacks her ass so hard, my butt stings a little. Then he leaves.

Perilous walks to me and reaches down, grabbing my hair.

“You’re drunk,” he says.

“Yeah,” I say. “Serafina is a riot.”

I lick my lips, my mind three steps ahead, suddenly wanting to taste Peri’s cock.

I wait for permission, which presents itself in the form of him opening the zipper on his jeans and pulling his cock out for me to admire. A loud groan escapes my lips at the beautiful sight and thickness of him.

He’s way thicker than that shot glass Serafina wanted me to drink without using my hands.

I think of her for a second as I keep my hands at my sides and chase down Peri’s cock, gently licking him until I reach the huge head of his cock. I open wide, shake my head and groan, fitting him into my mouth.

Using no hands.

I take him and groan again.

He pulls at the back of my head and thrusts forward, driving his cock deep into my throat, forcing my toes to curl and my body to shiver with threatening delight.

Who doesn’t love a drunk, sloppy blow job?

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