Chapter 101 Fucking skill
Chapter 101 Fucking skill
Liam.
I pull the Milf to the stage, letting her lie in the pool of blood and start to drill her as Bianca's image fills my vision. My mind flashes back to that last day when she struggled to breathe through the bullet that pierced her.
You ain't dead, honeybee, you ain't, Dominus murmurs that in my mind over and over again as I thrust deeply into the Milf.
Her cries ring through the air, thighs spread wide for me.
In between the long, hard thrusts, I claim her mouth in a deep kiss, wanting to taste Bianca through her lips again as her wet snatch drills my cock.
I slap her titties, enjoying how they bounce. She's so sex appealing lying there in that blood as it taints her pale skin.
Behind us, the fuck fest begins, dicks against pussies and in mouths, and pussies rubbing together, rousing wet sounds in the air.
The men suck and kiss their fellow men, but I don't see anyone fucking each other. It's not forbidden here, but I wonder why no one is doing it.
As for the women, they pleasure themselves however they want and even fuck each other with strapon dildos. Just about three days ago, we stole a van loaded with sex toys from one of the dons of the Faction, and that's what's being used tonight. Different kinds of sex toys ever made.
The guards take the redeemed away from the stage, locking them in the cell. Later, I'll begin their training, but I still can't get over the fact that Stefon joined us.
Why would he do that?
That guy was so dedicated to my father and the Faction, he swore his loyalty to them, but here he is, ready to bow to a new pahkan.
I shove the thought away. It doesn't matter. What matters is that he's now standing with us, the righteous ones.
"Ohh...please..." the Milf cries beneath me. Looking down at her, I see her biting her lip in bliss.
She holds her breasts, flicking her nipples sexily.
"You taste just like her..." I rasp, banging her deeply, our pelvis snapping together. "I'm gonna fuck you harder until you cum like her, hmmm?"
She could barely talk, given the pace I was going.
I pull back to the tip, watching my cock completely marinated by her warm juices, resembling that of Bianca.
Dominus curses in my mind and pushes me to dive back in.
Immediately, warmth clouds me, and my sac threatens to explode.
I force myself to keep control, but it falters. Her walls choke my cock, and spasming uncontrollably, I flush myself inside her, grunting.
I pull away just as quickly, watching as my semen drips out of her while she lies in the pool of blood.
My body hums with satisfaction just as Dominus heaves in my mind, looking through my eye at the Milf.
I imprint that image in my mind, using it to console myself and Dominus that Bianca lives on.
"Wonderful!" Uncle Raven hoots, clapping for me from where he's seated. "You've amazed me with your fucking skill. Indeed, I am proud to have you here. Come and drink with me, nephew."
The girls rush to my side at Raven's words, rubbing their bodies on mine as they lead me to the couch where Raven is seated.
Raven hands one of them the drink, and she sips it and gestures for me to kiss her so I can get the drink from her mouth.
I indulge her, kissing her hard as the drink runs down my throat.
That marks the beginning of more sexual adventures for the night as the others pour some drink on their pussy, letting me lick it away from their sex.
I do.
My tongue sliding in and out of pussies, lips, and nipples. Moans accompany the tour of my tongue on their bodies while Raven fucks others just as the rest of our men do.
The night carries on with the debauchery, shutting all doors to morality. I enjoy it, living in the moment as hands and lips roam all over my body and cock until two men come up to the stage, standing naked, and one of them is Igor.
My heart skips when I see how big and hard his cock is.
"What are they doing?" I ask Raven as he drills into the girl beneath him, sounding breathless.
"A show, perhaps. Just watch. I doubt you'll regret it." He answers in a hoarse voice, focused on chasing his release.
Slowly, I turn my gaze back at the stage, stunned at the look Igor's giving me just as he bends his partner to the waist and slides his fat cock into him.
My eyes go owl-wide as they begin to fuck.
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Watching Igor pound into the guy's ass while keeping his eyes on me is a total trap– one I never saw coming.
That glare is hot.
The bang, hotter.
I find myself salivating, forbidden imaginations rimming the edges of my mind- Igor bent to the waist, his butt cheeks spread open for me while I drill into him.
Ah, fuck! What kinda imagination is that?
Me fucking a fellow man?
But Igor isn't just any man. He's tall, hunky, and unexplainably hot.
His thrusts are powerful, but what's more glorious is the huge size of his dick.
And he definitely knows how to use it; he knows how to fuck, and that makes my dick wet at the tip.
I force myself to look away, but my eyes don't, like they have a mind of their own.
Igor bites into his lower lip, holding the boy's waist hard and prowls his possibly tight ass while looking at me.
His gaze speaks volumes. It tells me he's intentionally perpetuating this, intentionally trying to trap me in his web.
I don't want to fall for it, but my dick doesn't listen. Precum leaks from me, my dick throbs, and a forbidden image of us tangled together rushes through my mind.
A groan nearly makes it out, but I force it down, refusing to yield.
What does he plan to achieve by seducing me?
The guy beneath him reaches a hand back, pressing it into Igor's chest until he finds one of his nipples and with a moan escaping his lips, flicks sweetly on the nipple.
"Damn, fuck!!!" Igor growls, pounding, drilling, owning that ficking ass.
I flinch when one of the girls closes her lips around my cock, sucking up the liquid, her tongue slapping expertly against the base of my length while one of the Milfs fucks her from behind with a strapon-dildo.
Despite that, it's Igor's strokes against the guy on the stage that captivates my attention and holds me bound.
It's a girl that sucks me up, but it's Igor's face I see, worshipping his lord between my legs.
Fuck!
My balls rupture at the same time Igor does, blowing his fluid into the boy's ass, and I cum hard into the mouth of the girl eating me up.
It's as if something falls off my vision right after that, and white-hot shame washes through me.
Unthinkingly, I rise from the couch, hurrying out of the den.
Yet, my eyes sneak a look at where he's standing on the stage, cock drenched and long as life.
My boots clack hard on the floor when I step outside, nerves frayed.
I want to forget I ever had such a desire, that I ever orgasmed just watching Igor fuck someone while I imagine it's me and him.
I've never felt this desire for a man before, so what is it about him that stirs such forbidden thoughts?
I spot the guards parading the exits of the bunker smoking cigarettes, and absently, I grab one from them and light it, taking a drag as if it'll cleanse me of such thoughts.
My body calms after several drags, and by the time I try to return to the den, I walk in on the object of my forbidden desires.
"Enjoyed the show?" He asks, voice mocking.
"Was it for me? I have to pretend I didn't notice but...I must admit..."
Igor cut me off before I could finish.
"That I can fuck ass well?" He chuckles, inching closer. Bloody Jesus, I nearly choked having him this close. "That's to show you that I can make a pussy squirt and an ass weep. That's the same way I'll coax the truth out of you, boy."
Everything in me flips upon hearing that, and in anger, I grab him by the neck and press him into the wall.
He grunts while I hiss, our noses touching, chests heaving.
"Have you forgotten Raven is my uncle!?" I bark low.
Igor doesn't relent; he flips me around, and I find myself pressed against the wall, his elbow to my neck.
"And I was his assistant before you!" He growls.
I laugh, but the sound barely makes it out, not with his hand on my neck.
"Oh, now I see where this is coming from." I bore my eyes into his. "You're afraid I'm going to take your position from you?"
"You can never take it!" He yells.
"Ahhh, but I'm just this close to taking it." Raising my hand up, I pinch two fingers together to show him.
"Over my dead body will I allow it."
I crush my nose into his, rasping. "Then you're about to have your wish granted."
With reflexive moves, I pull the dagger hidden in my boots out and strike.
Igor's eyes widen, and blood rushes out.
"Bastard!" He howls, anger blazing through his gaze.
Tbc.