Page 72 of Hell's Queen

“Please!” I whine.

Khazon carefully adjusts his arms to be under my thighs before he lifts me and brings me down. At first, they take time to adapt to this new moment before they begin working as a team.

I moan out, fisting Ozias’s hair behind me. My eyes lock with Khazon. His lips part as he takes me at a good rhythm, and his eyes drop to my swinging breasts.

Ozias groans in my ear, reaching up and choking me from behind. My eyes roll back as they both fill me, pumping in and out of me. I’ve always wanted them both at once. This is a dream.

Khazon pulls me forward, taking my lips. I cry out, feeling them, both go faster and harder. “Holy fuck! Don’t stop!”

Khazon shakes his head. “Never, baby.”

My orgasm rolls over the horizon, and I bury my face into Khazon’s neck. My core tightens as my nails dig into his back. “I’m coming!” They never slow down, hitting that spot that sends me over the edge.

My body stiffens, and lights flash behind my eyes. My cries set them over the edge. They pound me fast, sending me into a bigger orgasm that has me screaming.

After more harsh thrusts, cum fills and drips from both my holes. My head spins as I sigh.

“Are you okay?” Khazon asks as Ozias leaves my ass. He lifts me from his cock, but still holds onto me. My legs are twitching and quaking from all the orgasms.

Ozias chuckles. “Let’s get her cleaned and go to bed.”

I nod, swallowing. “I’m exhausted.”

Khazon nods.

“You did all the hard work, baby.”

I hit his shoulder. “Asshole.”

He kisses my head. “I love you, Asura.”

My eyes look up at him. “I love you, too, Khazon. I love you, Ozias.”

“I love you,” Ozias whispers, kissing my back.

Sleep hits me hard when we all lay down. I fall asleep comfortably between two really hot men.

“Well, well, look at the Queen of Hell,” my father says to me in my sleep. He smiles at me when I look at him and looking at him reminds me of all the heartache I blame him for.

Tears well in my eyes, stinging with heat. “I couldn’t kill her. You were right. She was just a sad girl, and the moment I thought of you being her father, I knew she would never have turned out this way. I am so grateful I had you to show me and guide me, and I am so sorry for being so fucking angry. I fired my hellhounds. I gave Inarian his money. I will never turn out like her because I am filled with love and kindness because of you.”

My father’s arms wrap around me as I ramble on. After a moment, my father’s shoulders shake. A sob breaks through, and I hold onto him.

“Are you crying?” I ask, trying to pull away, but he won’t let me.

“Dang, onions.”

“What onions?” I laugh through tears.

“Just… shut up. Let me enjoy my kid being nice to me.”

We hug for a while until he pulls back first.

“I’ll bring the others when I get a chance. I’m going to be busy adjusting,” I say to him.

“And giving me grandkids?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“One day. I’m too busy being Queen.” I roll my eyes.

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