Sinners' Kingdom #1: The Book of Lust (Complete)

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"Ngh, Lust... wait... Ah!"

Mammon slammed into me again, his impossibly thick cock tearing me apart in a mindless hell. "My name," he snarled. "Don't cry for him again. Let me hear you beg me, witch. For this."

"No, no, wait—" I tried to wriggle away so he couldn't grind against my clit with the next thrust, but it didn't even matter. Mammon slipped his hand between our bodies and pressed his thumb over the tortured bud just before driving inside me again, and I screamed as he rubbed me with merciless circling strokes. "Not there, don't, no—"

"Yes, there." Lust's voice was breathless with excitement, rich and low and full of blind desire. "And here, too."

His hands were still wrapped around the underside of my thighs, but a terrifyingly familiar sensation, sharp and firm, trailed around my hip and up my chest. The tip of it slid between my breasts, curling sinuously with tantalizing twists, before dragging over to my right nipple that had grown so stiff and tight that even a single grazing pass made me buck my hips and cry out for more.

"Lust!"

"Yes, I know, pet. I know you love having your lovely breasts played with." His dangerous tail curled around the swell, whispering against the goosebumps that had risen all over it, before the tip flicked against my nipple again. Another broken sob broke loose from me as it strummed and twisted the crest faster and faster. "I wish I could taste them, but watching Mammon turn green with envy is good enough. Look at them, Mammon. They're perfect. Don't you wish you could kiss them? The sounds she makes when I put my mouth on her nipples and suckle them until she can't think anymore..."

"I'll get my chance soon enough," Mammon rasped. "I'll watch until then. Show me how you pleasure her tits while I fuck her perfect pussy."

I writhed and moaned as Mammon's merciless strokes grew harder, deeper, plowing into me with filthy noises, and Lust's tail wreaked havoc on the rest of my body at the same time. Not only the arrowed tip but the lean length of it brushed against me too, especially whenever he switched his attentions to my other breast and dragged his tail across my nipple to reach it. I had one hand on Mammon's shoulder, gripping for dear life, and the other fought in vain to push away the fingers abusing my clit, so I couldn't spare either one to try to slow down Lust's ministrations. All I could do was take it, take it, take it, Mammon's cock pounding into my spread pussy, Lust's tail tormenting my sore, tight nipples, their teeth and lips all over my jaw, neck, and even my mouth whenever they managed to capture it with heated kisses between my nonstop moans. I couldn't breathe, much less speak and order them to slow down. But even if I could, I...

"I promised I would show you something even better than what I've given you, didn't I?" Lust murmured. "Are you ready for me, Sable?"

"Wh—wha—ah!"

"No, this wasn't it. This is standard fare, if that." He flicked my nipple with the edge of his tail again, making me buck and gasp at the delectable scraping sensation. "I mean... this."

His tail dropped away without warning. Before I could whine my displeasure as my body rocked crazily back and forth, pummeled by Mammon's feral fucking, the tip of Lust's tail returned to trace gently over my ass. Then it dipped lower, deeper. It flicked outside my pussy that Mammon fucked with such animal ferocity, but instead of trying to force its way in alongside Mammon's enormous cock like I had feared, it darted back again, away.

... And rested against my asshole.

"Lust!" I cried, horrified — at myself. Because instead of anger coursing through me, it was need. Need so dirty, so reckless, so intense that whatever he did, I wanted it all. Even this. "Don't—don't hurt—"