Fantasy Short Stories

Mafia King

All I know is it's not enough. I need more. I crave something larger.

"How did he do it?" I beg to know. Slipping my fingers through Zev's long black locks, I keep him exactly where he's at. Not that he minds it with how the throaty moans vibrate against my flesh.

I'm a delirious mess with three tantalizing tongues working their magic on my body. It's as if a single flick of the organ against me injects a drug into my skin. I can't not want them.

"Our kitchen helpers have been telling you since you first arrived who you are to us, Ghaoil. You even heard me rubbing one off to your name while in the hot springs after I kicked everyone out." Sliding a hand to my ass, he uses one finger to slip between my cheeks to play with my puckered hole. A wetness has me clenching in wonder.

"Junix?" What does he have?

Ignoring me, he continues to rim my ass.

"We've been planning this day since you first arrived. Zev found the poison while you were showering. This is why you never once served me until today."

Gasping, my eyes roll back when Kieryn and Junix both slide a finger into the holes they've been pleasuring. Kieryn isn't as gentle as Junix after two thrusts. The man pounds my pussy. Cum has to be drenching his hand by now.

"And you never killed me because I'm your mate?" There is no other logical option—unless he is playing with his prey first before killing it. I pray it's not the latter.

The rest of the short story is on patreon.com/TessaT if you wish to reads it along with all my other stories.