Page 291 of Bonds of Hercules
Tattooed fingers flexed as he slowly unzipped the fly of his pants, and Kharon palmed his hard, pale shaft. Blue veins wrapped around it, the tip glistening pink in the moonlight.
“Come—sit, wife,” Kharon ordered wickedly. “Now.”
Augustus’s hands trailed up to my neck in a gentle caress.
Chills followed his path.
“Go to him,” Augustus’s voice scratched deliciously through my mind.
Entranced by them, I walked toward Kharon.
Augustus went with me, kissing the back of my neck with each step.
The devil spread his legs wider in the chair, lips swollen.
Weapons holsters stretched across his thighs, splattered with blood.
“I love you both so much,” I said abruptly, suddenly needing to say it.
Augustus chuckled as he kissed the back of my shoulder, then bit down lightly, and lapped at the mark.
“We know, carissima …” Kharon’s eyes were bright in the dark. “Because we feel it too.”
I stopped in front of him, and Augustus halted with me—his fingers trailed across my rib cage, lingering on my scar—he cupped my breasts, holding them with his calloused palms, so they were raised to Kharon’s face.
“Lean forward,” Kharon ordered, his voice hoarse.
Augustus pressed a leg between my thighs and spread them wide. His stomach clenched against my back, buttons digging into my spine, as he pushed me forward with his weight toward Kharon.
I grabbed the arms of Kharon’s chair to steady myself.
Kharon smirked, my chest even with his face.
He opened his mouth and stuck out his glistening tongue.
Augustus palmed my breasts harder, dragging my swollen nipples across Kharon’s unmoving tongue, as he pushed his thigh up harder between my legs. The hilts of his daggers pressed against my core.
I gasped with pleasure.
“I can feel your cunt dripping through my pants, sweetheart,” Augustus whispered inside my mind. “Good girl.”
My arms trembled where I leaned against the chair.
Kharon closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked. I whimpered.
“Kneel on my lap,” Kharon ordered, a wet pop echoing as he released me. “Carissima.”
Augustus picked me up, spreading me out across Kharon’s lap,a sacrificial offering. The silky ridge of his cock nestled against my heat and we both gasped.
Augustus stepped back, the other chair creaking as he sat in it.
Kharon’s long fingers wrapped around my face. He dragged me down and kissed me hard as I gripped onto his wide shoulders, the warm skin bunching and flexing.
Kharon released my face and reached down between our naked bodies.
He fisted his cock, tattooed tendons in his pale forearm flexing, as he positioned it at my entrance.
My thighs quivered.
