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GC smacked my ass noisily, then pushed me to my knees in front of Francis, positioning himself behind me. He grabbed my hair and pulled harshly, making me look up at Francis. I thought he would push himself in and fuck me fast and hard to prove some point that only made sense in his head, but he let go of my hair and stood up, looking for something.
I sighed. “The fuck are you doing?”
“This isn’t quite what I want… We can do better.”
“What are you talking about?”
Paz snickered from the bed. “He wants to put on a porn show for Francis. You’re right, Apis, you can do better. Even I got bored of watching you fuck her from behind.”
“Look who’s talking,” GC sneered. “You fuck her from behind all the time.”
“I’m not trying to put on a show, moron. I’m just trying to get her off, and she likes being fucked from behind.”
I rolled my eyes. I sat up and crossed my arms over my breasts, looking at Francis apologetically. He was calm and collected, but I knew there was a storm raging inside him. He probably already had blue balls, and all I wanted was to soothe his pain with my mouth, hands, pussy… anything. But I knew he wouldn’t let me.
“Okay, goddess, come here.”
I turned to see GC lounging in an armchair he’d pulled to face Francis’s armchair. Naked, his legs spread wide, his proud cock erect and dripping with juices. He wanted me to ride him. I smiled and went to climb on top of him, but he stopped me and turned me around. He wanted me to ride him with my back to him, facing Francis. Oh. Kinky.
The revenant furrowed his brows. His lips twitched. He watched me intently as I lowered myself onto GC’s cock, using two fingers to hold my folds apart to give him a better view. He held my gaze for a moment, then his mossy green eyes traveled down my body, fixed on my hard nipples for a minute, then moved down down down and stopped at the point where GC’s cock moved in and out of me. He was transfixed.
I threw my head back and rode my lover wildly, bouncing on top on him as hard as I could, moaning and whimpering, giving Francis the show I knew he liked. I loved pleasing them. All of them. And the more I pleased them, the more they pleased me. GC ran his hands up and down my sides, cupped my breasts, caressed my stomach, then his fingers found their way to my exposed clit. I cursed under my breath when he flicked it. He flicked it again and again, until I was falling apart, riding my first orgasm with him. I didn’t stop. He hadn’t come yet, and I could always come again. I was greedy like that.
Being a revenant had its perks.
Stamina. In the past, my muscles would start aching immediately. I wouldn’t be able to ride my guys for more than a few minutes at a time, and sex mostly meant I was lying on my back and they were doing all the work. Now, my body felt and acted like I’d been running marathons all my life. My heart kept a steady pace, and the muscles in my legs and thighs barely registered the effort. What effort? This was pure fun. I could fuck for hours and not feel tired at all. The only impediment to spending my whole eternity fucking was that I needed food. A lot of it, and all the time. If I could eat and fuck at the same time… Okay, I had to try that once.
“Goddess, the things you do to me…” GC was starting to lose it. He pressed down on my clit, eager to make me come again before he shot his seed inside me. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“Mmm…”
My eyes were on Francis. I knew GC was close, and I was doing my best to give him the best orgasm of his life, bouncing, crying out loud, and touching my own breasts, like a proper porn star. Not that I’d watched nearly enough porn to learn the moves… I could improvise. Sometimes I thought women just had it in them… the instinct to look super fucking hot as they rode their man.
“Look at me,” I demanded. “Look at me.”
Francis met my gaze. There was lust and longing in his green eyes, and I couldn’t wait to go over there and suck it all out of him.
“Fuck…” GC grabbed my hips and held them still as he came hard, in quick spasms. Feeling his hot cum hit my cervix, I cried out, my body shuddering under the power of my orgasm. We stayed like that for a minute, until GC recovered and realized it was okay to let go of me. The moment he released me, I stood up and let his seed leak out of me.
I approached Francis slowly, as if I were scared he might bolt at any moment. He didn’t, of course. He wasn’t afraid of me. There was another reason why he liked letting them fuck me first.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
I stopped before him, and he reached out to pull me closer. His fingers found my soaked pussy. He dipped them inside, closed his eyes, and moaned. Yep. My Francis loved touching me down there were I was filled with cum. Truth be told, I couldn’t wrap my mind around half of his kinks, but that was fine. No judgement.
I was tired of waiting. I pulled at his belt and pants harshly and rolled everything down to his knees. I didn’t need him naked, I just needed his cock out of there and inside me. I lowered myself onto him and rode him fast and hard as I looked into his eyes. When we’d had sex for the first time, months ago, I was surprised to discover the sheer size and girth of his cock. Never in a million years would I have thought that Francis Saint-Germain, the shy, gentle guy who always kept his distance, was secretly packing the biggest fucking tool I’d seen in my life. Bigger than GC’s, and certainly bigger than Paz’s. It was probably why he preferred to have me after I’d been properly stretched. The last thing he wanted was to hurt me.
It was quick and intense. Given that he’d been waiting for so long, it couldn’t have been otherwise. When he came, he wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me flush against him, his mouth seeking my nipple. The way he sucked it simply drove me mad. I was always surprised at how hard I came every time he did that thing with his tongue. I collapsed in his arms and waited for our hearts to calm down.
“I need a cold drink,” I said.
Sariel poured me gin and tonic. I’d been favoring this drink lately. I stood up, stretched, then looked around me.
“Who’s ready for round two?”
CHAPTER THREE
They all thought I was going above and beyond to track down Valentine Morningstar. Probably why I skipped day one, they were whispering around corners. Each professor whose class I’d skipped took twenty worth points from me. They did the same to GC, Pazuzu, Sariel, and Francis. I couldn’t care less about my worth score. My position in this school was in no danger. Not as long as I was Mila Morningstar, the abandoned daughter, the prophesized savior of the supernatural world. He’d taken everything from me, except for my pixie. The treasures in my vault were gone, but Corri was still here. For that, I was grateful.
