Page 38 of The River of Hatred

“Aim.”

“Yes, Master?”

“I believe my lamb would love to see you come for her.”

With a choked gasp from my human, my dick embeds itself inside her, her juices wetting the tops of my thighs. Aim flicks his tongue out to nudge the hoop piercing at the center of his lower lip.

“I think she should ask me for it, Master,” he counters with a smirk.

I laugh, delighted by Aim’s cooperation. “Marvelous idea.” I slap Lana’s flank and she jumps on my cock. “Go on, pet.”

“A–Aim,” she gasps. “Pl–please…”

“Please, what, sweetheart?” Aim asks her.

Lana takes a deep bracing breath before speaking louder. “Please play with your dick for me. Let me see you come.”

The handsome male bites his lower lip before firmly palming his now-leaking cock. “It would be my pleasure,” he purrs.

His hand shuttles over his hardness with a squelching sound that makes Lana squirm on my lap, on my dick.

“Watch him, pet,” I order, moving a hand between her legs and the other to her chest. I tug down her top, freeing her soft breasts, the exposed nipples hardening under my gaze.

She moans as my fingers find her clit and begin to rub concise circles over it, just how she likes it. Her nails dig into my arms as she starts swiveling her hips atop me.

“Mmm,” Aim growls, his pace picking up. “What a good little toy, warming your Master’s cock on his throne.”

“Yes,” she agrees with a moan, completely mindless. I can feel them both approaching their peaks and have to hold back my own release at the thought of the meal their mutual orgasms will provide for me.

“Look how hard he is for you, sweetness,” I whisper, edging them on.

“So. Fucking. Hard,” she agrees, punctuating each word with a bounce on my cock.

“Oh, fuck!” Aim hisses, watching her swinging breasts. “I’m gonna come for you,” he groans, squeezing his dick hard, twisting on the upward motion.

“I’m coming with you,” Lana sobs.

Laughing, I wrap my ether around them, ready to receive their offerings.

Aim shoots first, his semen landing at our feet, his head falling back as he roars his release. Lana cries out, stilling for a moment before grinding down and fucking herself on me with shallow, quick movements.

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from following. Once Lana stills, I push her off me.

“Kneel before me,” I growl, squeezing the root of my shaft.

She’s on her knees in a blink and I lean back, watching her eager face as I pump myself. It only takes a few passes of my hand against the sensitive flesh before I explode, white streaks covering my pet’s lovely cheeks and her obscenely exposed breasts, pushed up by her top.

Once my balls are empty, I reach out a hand for her. She rises on shaky legs and crawls back onto my lap, facing me, shimmying up until her head is tucked under my chin. By the time she settles, we’re both covered in my spend and I roll my eyes.

Aim put his cock away and fixed his clothes and now stands there with a happy little smile. I haven’t played with him in decades and he certainly didn’t expect this today.

“Thank you, Aim.” I dismiss him.

He bows his head once more and steps back. “Thank you, my lord. Lana,” he says before disappearing into a cloud of gray smoke.

I look down at my lamb. “Are you sleeping?”

“Yes,” she murmurs sleepily, wiggling a little bit to find a more comfortable position.

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