Page 21 of La Petite Morte


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My back was pressed against the bench, my head hung over the edge, my pussy out on display for my hungry lap dog.

Jin came over to me, his dick long and hard. He spread his cum over my lips. I licked at it, purring and lifting my hips, enticing Rodrigo. But I wasn't the one who issued the order. It was my rigger.

At the first swipe of Rodrigo’s tongue along my wetness, Jin slid himself into my mouth. I sucked while being sucked and nicked at. Rodrigo had always been so good at lapping up my juices. I trailed my teeth along Jin’s cock gaining a shuddered breath. His dick pulsed steadily, growing hot in my mouth. At some point, Rodrigo stopped licking, and he slid me far enough down on the bench so that I found myself beneath him. While Lazarus fucked him, Rodrigo slid himself into me.

Jin watched us with the crowd, jerking at his cock near my face until I reached for him. He looked so delicious with his silver hair over one eye, and his

Rodrigo stretched my pussy out as Lazarus build momentum.

"Fuck me," he purred over me. Every thrust moved him deep inside of me.

Jin was close, and I took him into my mouth, sucking him off. I wanted us all to explode at the same time.

I hugged Rodrigo to me as my eyes focused on Lazarus. "Fuck us, my angel. Make me cum for you."

Pounding against Rodrigo's ass, my power etched out. The succubus was near, she was lingering. I reached out into the crowd, currents of magic surging through them. She was a vampire feeding off their desires.

I cried out as all of my men groaned. Rodrigo exploded inside of me, my pussy pulsing as the orgasm tore through us all. We rocked and gyrated against one another, Jin emptying in my mouth while Lazarus' cream filled Rodrigo.

My body shook as I released my magic, and it curled around one being.

I took a deep breath feeling that evil entity, stroke my current of magic like a lover. I lifted off the bench, my harem moving with me. My eyes were locked on the darkness that stood on the edge of stage. He was watching, seething rage burning through him.

I reached out for him, and he instantly came to me. Lazarus stayed in place behind me while Jin and Rodrigo moved slightly back.

As Dean approached, I tugged him into me and kissed him deeply.

"Where were you?"

Using the backs of his fingers, he traced my cheeks, my neck, following a path down to my breasts. As he squeezed them, I bowed back, falling against Lazarus' chest.

"Dean," I whispered his name, but I could no longer feel him.

"Dean?" I called for him again, but as I felt the first cut of the blade on my thigh, I knew I had lost him.

Gasping, I arched back. My body was a traitor, enjoying the pain and the fear that came with it.

He slid a finger through the blood, sweeping it across my breasts until his hand wrapped around my neck.

“Your Dean, is no longer here.” He whispered in an inhuman, sinister voice. A voice I’d never heard before.

Lazarus moved and I held him back, I held them all back as I watched his eyes flicker. Dean’s hazel eyes pleaded with me o save him. His hand shook, the blade on my throat, as if he were fighting with himself.

“I love you,” I whispered to the remnants of Dean. And with a snap of my wrist, I sent him back flying into the crowd. I lifted him with my power, his feet rising off the ground as the crowd gasped.

It was all part of the show for them.

He writhed against the invisible shackles and we both stared at each other for a long time. His eyes had gone black, his face was no longer handsome and young. The evil inside him had pulled any source of energy from him, and with it, his decaying corpse began to emerge.

My heart broke in that instant, as I released him. With one last look back at me, he ran. And he would need to hide to, for when I found him there would be no forgiveness.

Chapter11

Dean

Iwelcomed the darkness, loved how it clawed at me, begging me to be released. Imogen had been wrong all along. You had to surrender to it in order to be free, and all she knew how to do was to keep me locked away.

A toy that she could take out to play with whenever she pleased. But I'd been enough of a slave, and I wasn't going to allow an insignificant necromancer to chain me down.

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