Page 66 of The River of Hatred

“We don’t have to do this, Jessica.” He looks over my shoulder at the Fallen. “I will not do anything that hurts her.”

Sariel’s back in a flash, his cheek pressed against mine as he answers the angel lips to lips. “It might feel full or uncomfortable at first, but not painful.” He turns his head to kiss my cheek. “If you don’t like it, just tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”

I nod bravely and melt under his beaming smile. He retreats and begins preparing me to receive both of them. One finger breaches my asshole and I clench around Itha, making him groan, the vibrations traveling from his chest to mine. Once I get used to one finger, Sariel takes it out and I know two will follow.

“Breathe and push against them,” he instructs before pressing the digits against my hole. As they breach, I exhale in a gust, dropping down and taking Itha a bit deeper.

As Sariel moves two fingers inside my tight tunnel, Itha starts shaking.

“What?” I mouth, looking up at him. He’s not the one about to be stuffed fuller than a Thanksgiving turkey.

“His fingers,” the angel groans. “They’re rubbing against me from inside you.”

I groan at the visual he paints and Sariel lightly laughs behind me. “Wait until it’s my cock in there.”

With that threat, he removes his fingers and presses his pelvis flush against my ass. “Are you ready?” he murmurs, grinding his hard cock against my crack.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I giggle nervously.

Ithuriel finds my hands and intertwines our fingers as Sariel places the tip of his dick against my rosebud. “Bear down on it, sweetheart,” he says, lightly pushing in.

The pressure is insane, my skin stretched from the angel already inside me, but I breathe through it. With a bit of effort, the tip of Sariel’s dick finds its home in my ass. Groaning, he rubs soothing circles on my flank. He starts to shallowly fuck me with his cockhead, Ithuriel producing soft whining noises in my ear.

“You’re doing so good,” Sariel tells me. “Taking both of us like this. That’s our girl.” His words hit the spot and I start moving too, slowly taking him deeper and deeper. “Slow down, baby,” he warns, caressing my back.

“No,” I say petulantly. “I want both of my men balls deep inside me.”

Chuckling, Sariel grabs my hips. “That might be a bit ambitious, but I’ll see what we can do. How are you doing there, Starlight?” he asks the angel underneath me.

I lift my head to see beads of sweat decorating the angel’s pale face. He’s taking it harder than I am, and I’m the one with two sizable angel schlongs in my holes.

“You feel incredible,” the angel gasps. “Both of you.”

Something in his words must trigger Sariel, because he finally presses in, entering me as deep as he can. I’m breathing through my nose, clenching my fingers around Itha’s as my body gets used to the double intrusion. It doesn’t feel particularly pleasurable right now, but if it makes my angels happy, I’ll gladly be the filling in their sandwich.

“Good?” Sariel asks. He sounds like he’s speaking through clenched teeth.

“Good,” I reply, resting my head in the crook of Itha’s neck.

That’s when Sariel starts moving and nerve endings I didn’t know I had inside me come to life.

Oh.Oh.

“Move with me,” I hear Sariel saying to Itha through ringing ears. Once both cocks start thrusting, Sariel’s shoving Itha’s into my G-spot, I start seeing stars.

“Oh my God, oh my God, ohmygodohmygod,” I start chanting. I feel like my body is on fire.

“Do you want us to stop?” Sariel asks with laughter in his voice, sounding like he’s in a tunnel a million miles away.

“Don’t you dare stop!” I scream.

“Shhh,” the Fallen hushes me through laughter. “The whole house is gonna know you’re taking two cocks like a dirty little whore.”

I don’t even care right now. I’m drooling on Itha’s chest and my eyes are permanently rolled to the back of my head. I can feel my orgasm coming, but I’m afraid it’ll kill me.

Unintelligible noises leave my throat as the angels take turns thrusting, my body just a receptacle for their pleasure. A knot in my womb winds so tight I’m worried something will break from how hard I’m clenching my muscles.

Sariel collects my hair into his hand, then tugs on it until he lifts me from Itha’s chest. “Jess,” he calls for me. I make a sound that I hope sounds affirmative. “Push when you’re coming, okay?”

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