“Well that’s perverted,” Sven said. Only Sven can do it.”
“Because he owns you?”
I nodded, smiling happily as I yanked her down to the bedding. His tongue dragged up my pussy over and over, ending at my clit. My breasts jiggled in his hands as I slid up and down his pole, loving every moment of his dick filling me, stirring me to a hot froth. She had three fingers reaming her cunt, her other hand frigging her clit. A man can fuck you so hard your pussy actually hurts. And since you’re his fiancee, I must be yours, too.”
“Sex slave?” I asked, sinking down between Sven and his sister sixty-nining with the lamia. Her hands rubbed at her thighs. “You love him.”
She nodded her head, her eyes bright. “You must be the virgin Sven used to capture the faerie.”
“I’m Nathalie,” she said, trembling. I wiggled it around in her virgin bowels, feeling the velvety texture of her anal sheath. Her eyes flicked across my chest to Aingeal. Kora frowned as Cú Mheá reached us, his stiff tail wagging. My back arched, my small breasts thrusting before me.
