A Little Nervous || Steven Grant X Fem!reader

A Little Nervous || Steven Grant x fem!reader

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Summary: Steven recalls holding your hand for the first time.

Warnings: none

Word count: ~450

Author: Fenrir

A/N: today’s prompt: Hands Holding

He remembered feeling extremely nervous before holding your hand for the first time. His hands were icy, sweaty, and like a dead fish. Steven was acutely aware of every move you made and step you took. When you held his hand, he told you everything that was going on in his head, which you found amusing. Steven took frequent breaks to wipe his sweaty hand on his jeans, which was quite embarrassing given that his hands were always warm and welcoming.

After a while, and after seeing your hands clasped together, Steven felt at ease, and a bright smile appeared on his lips, and a gasp left his parted lips as his heart pounded within his chest.

"Is something wrong? Do you like it?" You asked him softly, looking at his flushed face.

Steven nodded eagerly before whispering, "Yes, I really like it, your palm is so soft and warm, it is just so new to me, it's an important step I take..."

You laughed out loud and shook your head slightly. "Oh no, Steven! You are always so kind to me. When we're out in public, I like it when you hold my hand."

He frowned slightly, unsure whether you were joking or not. "Why? It's just me holding your hand…"

"Because it means and shows that you take me seriously, and I like to give a sign to other girls passing by that you're taken by me," you smiled as the two of you walked down the street in the heart of London. "And I find this one of the best signs of affection you can show to your significant other."

Steven's face flushed. "You're so lovely, Y/N."

You placed a brief kiss on the top of his hand that you were holding. "My lovely boyfriend."

He intertwined his fingers even more with yours and shook your hand briefly. "I adore you to pieces, Y/N."

Your thumb massaged the top of his hand as you squeezed it strongly. "I adore you, too, my dear."

You two walked side by side as Steven enjoyed the warmth of your hand, the softness of your skin. "You know, Y/N, I prefer metaphorical than physical hand holding, I prefer linking arms and strolling. I'm not sure why," he said out of the blue.

Upon stopping at the pedestrian crossing on a red light, you squeezed his other hand tightly as well. "I'll help you with the physical hands holding too, and I'm sure you'll love it," you assured him sweetly, bringing his palm up to your lips once again and gently brushing his rough skin with your lips. "The taste of everything is enhanced by love."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 29 - Smaller Is Better || Arataki Itto x fem!reader

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Summary: Itto simply loves your size.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 491

Author: Cass

A/N: The prompt for today is: Size Kink

As it always is with Oni, you're tiny in comparison to him; he's large and strong. Despite all this, he loves your size, it makes you cute in your own way, and this charm always makes him go crazy over you.

When he eats you out, teasing you with his sharp teeth, or touching you carefully to avoid hurting you with his claws, your quiet whimpers are like music to his ears.

"You're so tight," Itto chuckles, trying his best to push you onto his massive cock only to earn a whimper from you; he immediately places his hand on your lower belly, swallowing hardly at the bulge he causes. "Careful now, little one."

One of the things that makes the experience so special is the feeling of the soft warmth of your walls as you hold him so tightly. He needs to stop fucking you and flipping you however he wants. 

In truth, you're more than grateful he doesn't intend to hurt you.

After exhaling a shaky breath, you begin moving your hips slowly, taking as much of his cock as your tight cunt allows; not even half of his cock is in, and you already feel full.

"C'mon, don't force yourself. I don't want my little girl to get hurt," Itto teases you, moving his finger to your clit to play with your bundle of nerves.

Indulging in the sweet feeling of his cock stretching your pussy, you start moving your hips a little faster. It still hurts a little bit, but soon that feeling is replaced by sweet pleasure. It causes you to moan.

As you move your hips, Itto keeps playing with your cute, tiny slit.

It takes a long time before you can fully slide down his shaft.

"A-ha! See, my brave, good, little girl? I knew you could do it," he exclaims, grasping your hips. 

You moan as soon as he starts moving. "Fuck. Itto… I can't!"

"I'm sure you can! Who else would but my girl, right?" Itto smiles, speeding up his pace.

Nodding, you just take it, letting him use you as he pleases until you can no longer handle it. As your climax washes over you, you whimper his name as loudly as your throat allows you to.

When your walls embrace him so perfectly he can no longer hold himself back, Itto feels at peace. Ropes of warm cum fill you, creating a white ring where the two of you are connected. "S-so fucking good. Wanna go again?" He asks as his arms tighten around you.

As you laugh, you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath. "I love you Itto, but I need a break."

Laughing, he squeezes your arm, "Oh... Yes! Right, right. A short break for my little girlfriend. Just so you know, I love you. You know that, right?"

"I know, Itto. I love you too," you nod with a smile spreading across your lips.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 19 - A Little Messing Around || Jonathan Levy x fem!reader

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Summary: You are surprised by an unexpected visit from Jonathan.

Warnings: smut (unprotected)

Word count: ~  950

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Table Sex

After getting home, you took off your shirt; wearing just a bra was much more comfortable for you. As loud as you could, you put your Spotify playlist on shuffle and grabbing a spoon, you spun around the kitchen, shouting and dancing to the lyrics; you didn't even hear the front door open. It took him a second for you to realise he was behind you, clasping your waist with his hands. After a few seconds, you came to a halt and leaned back against his chest.

Jonathan whispered into your ear, "What are you doing?"

Smirking, you said, "Enjoying myself, messing around a bit."

Jonathan's hands tightened around you; the way your hips pushed back into his wasn't by accident. “Is it okay if I mess around with you?" He whispered right next to your ear.

Your response was to push your ass back even more into him and tilt your head so he could see more of your neck.

Jonathan whispered "Good girl," before grabbing your hair, turning you so he could kiss, suck, and lick his way up your neck. Your body turned so that you were flush against each other when he met your lips.

As you swiped your tongue over his lips and embraced him, he lightly dragged his nails across your back, making you shiver a little. With his other hand, Jonathan grabbed your ass and pushed his growing erection against you. The hand on your back drifted to your bra. Jonathan removed the clasp skillfully, as he had done many times before, and you stepped back from each other.

As you slid it off your arms, it hit the ground.

When he looked at the fading hickeys on your tits, he thought of the last time he had been alone with you and smirked at the memory.

Both of you moved towards each other at the same time.

Immediately, you reached for his cock, while Jonathan went for your tits; he made contact with your nipples and brushed his thumbs over them, causing them to harden from your arousal.

It was already difficult for you to focus on stroking him through his jeans.

You stopped Jonathan from replacing one of his hands with his mouth on your tit. Your only comment was, "Less clothing," as you discarded Jonathan's shirt.

He quickly undid your button and zipper and pulled down your shorts; you were in nothing but a light white thong. He brought his hand down on your ass, fondling the soft flesh; he then pulled the flimsy thong down around your ankles. Before picking you up, he only gave you a warning glance. Putting you on the edge of the table, Jonathan gently pressed on your chest, and you lay back. He knelt on the floor and spread your legs; holding your thighs, he gently ran his tongue up your pussy. You moaned loudly after he did this a few times and focused on your clit. He was incredibly skilled with his mouth, and you were close in no time at all. As he continued to go down on you, he repositioned himself to finger you. He picked up the pace when your breathing stopped and your back arched, and he pushed his finger deep inside you; he didn't stop licking your clit, making you twitch during your orgasm.

Once he was done, you sat up. "Can I suck your cock?" You already knew his answer.

Jonathan winked and stood up. "Of course you can, baby. You're delicious."

As you slid off the table and onto your knees, you pulled off his jeans and underwear in one motion, freeing his hard cock; you stroked him a few times before licking the head of his cock without breaking eye contact.

Jonathan let out a low groan at the sight. "That's my girl."

You licked and sucked up and down his shaft, tasting cum on your tongue as you did so. With as much of his thick cock as you could fit in your mouth, you moved your tongue around, making him twitch and grab your shoulder.

With the other hand, Jonathan pulled your hair so you stopped and looked into his eyes. Taking you by surprise, he caught you in a kiss, forced you to get up, and picked you up to place you on the edge of the wooden table.

You moaned loudly as he spread your legs wider and made them wrap around his hips before pushing his cock into your pussy.

Jonathan bounced his hips back and forth, making you lie on the table as he pushed on your chest. You were so tight and so wet for him. To deepen the angle he was fucking you in, he picked up one of your legs and rested it against his chest. After a while, he slowed his hips and held you just on the edge of your orgasm.

You whimpered, arching your back more, "Oh, Jonathan, I need to cum."

One of his hands moved up your chest, palming one of your tits as he whispered, "Whatever you wish, beautiful." His pace increased; the table creaked from the force of his thrusts, rocking back and forth along with his movements. He rolled his head back in an overwhelming sense of pleasure and whispered, "I'm going to cum."

"Cum for me, baby," you pleaded, rising and lowering your hips to meet all of his thrusts.

Instead of cumming within your tight pussy, Jonathan withdrew, grabbed his throbbing member, and jerked himself a few times, cumming with a loud grunt on your belly.

Observing his blissful expression, you licked your lips. “I love you,” you told him.

Almost breathless, he replied, "I love you too."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 28 - "My Little Flame" || demon!Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader

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Summary: Kyojuro ensures that you are completely satisfied during his yet another visit.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1185

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Knotting

A demon is an evil being. They are cold and uninterested. A demon's only source of joy is the torture of souls. They can, however, only operate where there is shame or anger, whether deserving or fictitious. When you curse, appeal to negativity, or seek vengeance, or truly intend cruel things to happen to others, the demon spirits will hear you from their den because your tone is a kind of their "dial tone."

Kyojuro became truly evil after transforming into a demon, his worst traits amplified by primal demon instincts.

However, the transformation in him did not end with his soul and heart. His outward appearance has also changed; his hair has grown longer, resembling a blazing fire, his formerly slender fingers have turned into sharp, reddened claws, and his eyes, once so understanding, were now clouded by an insatiable desire to kill and devour humans.

But one thing remained constant within him: his desire to possess you. Kyojuro realized that his feelings shared with you, back when he was a human, were too strong and grew too large to simply vanish within the raging fire of destruction within his soul. He was visiting you almost every night, as promised, devouring you and your body, which he craved ever so badly.

That night was no exception.

He didn't have problems crossing the threshold of your room; he usually used the half-opened window while summer was still in full swing.

Kyojuro slid into your bed like a snake, hovering over your sleeping form and looking down at you, his eyes gleaming with primal desire while slipping over every curve of yours.

"You seem to enjoy coming here every night," you said quietly as you opened your eyes to look at him.

You weren't dozing off. How could you possibly be sleeping? He came to see you every night, and you couldn't get enough of him. You didn't dare to tell anyone about what was going on. You wanted to protect him, despite being a Hashira. "It's good to see you again, my love," you said as you cupped his cheek.

Instead of responding, Kyojuro's lips brushed against the side of your neck as he inhaled your warm scent, which lingered all over his face. "I won't break the promise I made to you, little flame," his voice grunted in the darkness as his fiery eyes found yours.

"I'm sure you won't. My man of honor, you always keep your promises," you moved your hands into his hair while softly laughing. "I couldn't wait to see you once more."

His claws slid under your striped shirt and grazed your bare skin; the way your flesh felt in his paws tingled his senses, making him smirk. "Your mouth is golden, and so are your words, but could we skip the courtesy and get right to the point?" Kyojuro inquired as his left hand rested next to your head and his right began working on the string of your shorts.

"You get very impatient, love. I never expected to see you so desperate for me, should I be concerned that you've come here solely for my body?" You couldn't help but poke fun at him. It was always entertaining to play with his nerves.

Kyojuro didn't respond, instead he slipped his clawed hand inside your shorts and pressed on your clitoris; his claw soon slipped down your slit, teasing the entrance.

You gasped loudly as you bucked your hips slightly to receive more friction from him. You bit your lower lip while giggling at him. "You do become irritable."

When your words vanished into the room's silence, another sound followed - the sound of your shorts being ripped apart by the sharp claws.

You looked at him with an angry expression after letting out a surprised yelp. It was difficult to keep up with the number of clothes he ripped and destroyed since his first visit.

He quickly undid his belt and pushed his pants down, revealing his hard cock, which sprung free and proudly rested against his abdomen.

Your tiny palm barely encircled the impressive shaft, giving it a few strokes from tip to base. "Always prepared. Every night, you spoil me, love," you hushed before gently kissing his beck.

He quickly parted your legs and pushed into you, not waiting for you to adjust to his size. "So tight," he said, a smirk on his lips. "Your cunt was always so tight for me, and it is always dripping wet."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer and deeper. With a soft moan, you looked down between your bodies to admire the bulge in your lower belly that grew with each thrust. You clutched his arms, whimpering at the sweet sensation of his cock filling you up.

His demon senses drove him furiously into you; he felt divine being buried in your soft cunt and seriously considered slitting your throat with one of his sharp claws. Kyojuro was driven insane by the single through about you bleeding to death while being fucked by him; it made him pound into you faster; the entire bed rocked back and forth with each thrust.

One of your hands moved up his arm, reaching his neck and then his cheek. You smiled, cupping his cheek, and drew him into a deep kiss, oblivious to his sharp teeth.

During the kiss, he bit your lower lip, drawing blood from it. He began pounding harder and harder.

"Kyojuro, fuck!" You whined up to his lips. "Please. Please, make me yours. Please, I'm betting on you."

"I'll cum, I'll milk you with my seed, and you'll carry my child," he grumbled, his eyes glowed with desire.

"I will! Please, Kyojuro, believe me. I'll be yours, and I'll gladly carry your child," you promised, clutching his arm tightly.

He lifted one of your legs and rested it against his shoulder; the change in angle allowed his cock to penetrate you deeper. His dick soon began to throb.

Your back arched slightly as you yelled his name. Your own release could be felt building up in your lower belly.

The knot in Kyojuro's cock swollen when he spurted his cum in your pussy, making it impossible for him to withdraw his dick. "Fuck you, Y/N," he hissed into your ear, pushing deeper in to loosen his knot.

"Fuck me," you pleaded. As you reached your own climax, you moaned loudly. You wrapped your arms around him, hissing at the sensation of being so full.

His movements became sloppier. When the knot in his cock loosened, Kyojuro grunted and pulled his cock out; his semen slowly poured out of your abused hole.

You sighed sadly at the feeling of emptiness, but smiled softly at him. "There's still time before the inevitable sunrise. Would you like to cuddle?"

He measured you with his cold gaze as he gathered the last drop of his cum from the top of his cock; he put his claw into your mouth, so you could suck it clean. "If this is what you want, Y/N, my little flame."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 20 - “I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed” || male!Eivor x fem!reader

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Summary: The pleasure of using you is something Eivor can't wait to experience.

Warnings: smut without plot (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 1180

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Dirty Talk

During the ride home after the huge feast Sigurd threw, you giggled and rubbed slowly on Eivor's thigh from behind as you nuzzled his back, sitting behind him on his horse.

As Eivor helped you off the horse and embraced you with his strong arm, leading you to his room in the great hall, he leaned over for a kiss, hungry for you like you were for him. The building was empty at this time of night since everyone was still celebrating and having fun by the mead with Sigurd, giving Eivor time to push you against a wall and raise your skirt.

While checking to ensure no one was around, Eivor unzipped his pants enough to pop his hard cock on out and slide your panties to the side. He jerked himself a few times, looking hard into your eyes. “You like it, Y/N? You want to feel my cock in your little pussy, don’t you?”

The lips of your pussy slipped over his tip in response, making both of you shiver. “Yes, Eivor,” you whispered, licking your lips. “I want you to possess me in every way possible.”

Eivor grunted as the tip of his shaft pushed past your warm lips, directly into your wet pussy. Sighing as he sank deep enough, he started setting a pace as his hands rested on your waist. One hand was shaking as he read your body, while the other pressed over his. He didn't try to stop the slapping; Eivor felt himself thrust faster, the noise getting a little louder in the hall, but he couldn't stop it. You bounced as if you wanted to ride him like a horse and yearned to be buried in his mattress.

With enough reserve, Eivor slipped out of you, putting his cock back into his pants and pulling your skirt down, so he could lead the way into his chamber. “I want to fuck you in my bed. You’re such a little horny cunt, aren’t you?”

“I’m all your, Eivor,” you jumped on him inside, taking off your coat, easily wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck and shoulders. Biting your lip, you bounced once again on his hidden cock, throbbing in wait to finally possess you; your feet touched the ground as your hand laced with his, leading him to bed. Grabbing your skirt waist, Eivor made sure you were close again, unclasping it until it spilled onto the ground. In panties still to the side, he saw how you dripped down your thighs and he reached to taste; sucking his fingers clean, he smirked at the blush covering your cheeks.

Eivor undid his pants and stroked himself. He watched as you shifted your panties off, exposing those legs nice and wide, your juices still dripping; Eivor watched as you licked your fingertips and slowly started circling your clit. Both of your breaths labored bit by bit, anxious to see who would be first to savour the other's sugared gloss.

A mischievous grin adorned Eivor's lips as he teased, "You seem ready for dessert, my little slut, craving my cock in your tight cunt."

At first, you nodded without saying anything, until you heard a breathy moan from him as he jerked himself for you. "I'm more than ready, Eivor, I need your hard dick inside of me," you barely whispered, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide for him to watch.

While imagining himself inside you, Eivor stood between your legs, the heat from your pussy making him bite his lip. "You have such a pretty pussy, little one," he praised. "One of the prettiest cunts I have ever seen." As Eivor smiled at you, he touched your wetness and guided your hand to touch his hard cock. Finding a rhythm, you both were able to get as close as possible for a kiss without moving faster. "Are you missing the feeling of me stretching your little pussy out? Oh yes, you are so famished for my cock, aren't you?"

As you both became more comfortable, you shook at the feeling of him, his body doing the same. 

You let out a pleasured groan as his fingers slipped inside of you. Inching him until he was lined up with your entrance again, your hand tightened around his throbbing cock as you rolled your head back at the feeling of his fingers fucking you slowly, making you even wetter.

“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you, Y/N?” He asked softly, lips parted. “Such a naught girl, a slut for my dripping cock.” Taking his hand away from your wet hole, Eivor heard a whimper of disappointment leaving your lips, though that turned into a whimper of lust as he pushed his tip deep and could feel you clench immediately around his shaft.

As Eivor held you in place, you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, and your legs squeezed his waist. When he threw himself back onto the bed, you took advantage of the situation and pushed him down in order to remain on top. Within seconds, your hands were on his chest, and you rode him hard without a moment's hesitation.

By gripping your hips so tightly, he forced you down, making your pussy swallow his member fully.

"That's it, baby. Give in," he panted, urging you on.

"Fuck… Fill me, Eivor, I need your seed filling my womb," you moaned. Those words came out without a second thought.

Faster you went, the tighter you felt. As Eivor steadied you, your insides gripped tightly onto his cock.

Holding you close, he sat up as you caught your breath; your foreheads touched softly, your hearts pounding. When Eivor leaned in for another kiss, your tongues met and slipped past to explore the other's mouth as your fingers held his bearded face, brushing through his loosened hair as your breathing got heavier.

Eivor flipped you over so you lay on your back, legs tightly around his hips as he thrust into you faster and harder than before. "That's it, dirty cunt," he whispered into your ear after kissing your neck. "Like me fucking your cunt like that, huh? Treating you like a whore, using you as I please?"

“Mark me,” you begged Eivor, rocking your hips back and forth in response to his thrusts. "Make me fucking yours, I want everyone to know I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed,” you pleaded dearly.

With Eivor coming inside you, your bodies started clapping louder as all his pent-up energy finally spilled out. His lips trembled as he whispered, pushing a few more times to spread all of his semen within you, "Oh, dear Odin, your cunt feels divine."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your voice muttering that you felt how hot his cum was and that his cock twitched in a way that made you shiver. As you slid back together, your warm pussy still wrapped tight around his softening shaft, you cuddled in the middle of the bed.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 30 - A Second Round May Be Possible || Khonshu x fem!reader x Jake Lockley

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Summary: Jake was invited over by you. It is a surprise for Lockley to see Khonshu in your bed

Warnings: smut without plot (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 1075

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Threesome

Jake wasn't sure why he agreed to come over, but he somehow knew he wouldn't regret it. Jake felt a little anxious as he knocked on your door with a bottle of red wine and a bouquet of flowers in his hands - Marc had told him never to show up empty handed.

As you answered the door wearing little more than a sheer nightgown, Jake wondered if he had gotten the best possible date ever. You met at a group therapy session without knowing much about each other, and one thing led to another and here Jake was.

It wasn't long before Jake was feeling a bit more relaxed after a couple glasses of wine.

After getting up from the couch, you glanced over your shoulder and asked, "You coming?"

Taking advantage of the wonderful view of your ass, Jake quickly followed. Jake entered the room only to see Khonshu lying on the bed alone. “What the fuck?”

As Khonshu turned his beak, he looked directly at the man. "Well, Y/N and I have known each other for quite some time," he replied. "I can say we have a very deep understanding of each other."

Taking a look at you, Lockley frowned. "What the fuck, Y/N?"

In front of the men, you dropped the nightgown and stood naked. "Don't be so prude, Lockley." As you motioned to the blankets and pillows placed on some spot on the bed, you said, "Lay on your back and get comfortable. I'm sure you know exactly what I want you to do to me first.” Afterwards, you were lowering your sex down over Jake's face and his tongue began exploring you, figuring out what worked and what didn't, listening to how your body responded. Jake's tongue snaked out, searching for your clit and working it slowly until you started moaning and grinding your hips to get more stimulation. With full length strokes at different pressures, Jake began lapping at your slit as soon as his tongue flattened out. As he pulled you against his face and shaked his head side to side slowly at first, then faster as time went on, you squirmed and squealed, all just for him. The grinding of his tongue against your clit caused you to buck involuntarily to get your first orgasm. Before he tapped your thigh, Jake worked you to the point of no return a couple more times. “Time’s up, cariño.”

You reluctantly lifted yourself off his face.

When Jake got up from his spot, he was greeted with the sight of you happily sucking off Khonshu.

Jake commented, "No wonder you got so quiet."

Khonshu's gloved hands slipped through your hair as he controlled the bobbing of your head. He grunted occasionally, "That's it, bug."

As soon as Khonshu pulled on your hair, his cock slipped out of your mouth with a loud pop sound.

Immediately, you straddled him, grabbed his massive shaft, and lined it up with your entrance. “Oh, I can’t wait to finally have you in again.”

Jake lost himself in the show of watching you sinking down inch by wondrous inch until you're fully impaled on Khonshu's cock. The whole situation was still a bit overwhelming for him. There was as much chance of winning the lottery as he would assume you knew Khonshu.

When you caught sight of Jake almost teetering in a stupor, you began rocking back and forth as you worked Khonshu's cock against your hot depths. “Look at you, Lockley, you’re quite an observer, aren’t you?”Leaning forward, you gently grabbed Jake by the balls and directed his cock toward your mouth. At first, you worked just the head, synchronising the bobs of your head with the suction in your mouth.

Jake's knees nearly buckled under the intensity of the feeling, but he recovered his footing to let you continue.

Your hips rocked in time to the shared sexual rhythm you and Khonshu had learned previously.

While letting out a soft grunt, Jake observed your tits bouncing in the most erotic manner possible. It was impossible for him not to reach down and rub his thumb over your nipple.

As you sucked on Jake's cock, Khonshu looked at you with both lust and adoration. "The little bug did a decent job tonight, that's all I can say."

After releasing Jake's cock, a deviant grin spread across your face; soon you moaned when Khonshu milked your pussy with his cum. Having reluctantly dismounted Khonshu, you laid on your back and seductively motioned Jake over with one curling finger, telling him, "Get that mouth back to work, Lockley."

As if on cue, Lockley eagerly threw his head back between your legs and devoured your divine pussy. This time he could taste you, but it was slightly different since Khonshu had released his cum into you when you were riding him.

You tugged on his thick locks again and ordered him to lay down; he obeyed without complaining.

After straddling him, just as you had done with Khonshu, you started bucking your hips and moaning Jake's name over and over.

While slowly stroking his still swollen shaft, Khosnhu observed the whole situation. "I see you are enjoying my friend, don't you, Jake?" 

Jake rested his hands on your hips and massaged the soft flesh of yours; his head rolled back on the mattress of your bed. "Yeah, she's fucking hot."

He was not able to resist your slick, hot core for long, and soon he milked your cunt, groaning.

As he milked your pussy with thick ropes of his seed, you groaned, "Oh, fuck, Jake!" A smirk spread across your face as you noticed Khonshu had come for the second time; the white cum dripping down his gloved hand as he stared at you intensely. “Well, well, I achieved my goal, as I can see, I made you both cum," you said proudly, slowly getting off Jake who let out a sad whimper as his flattened cock slipped out of your warm core.

Khonshu and Jake exchanged glances.

After getting out of bed, you put on your nightgown and wrapped it around your figure, smiling at the mix releases of Khonshu, Jake, and yours streaming down your inner thighs. "If you need me, I'll be downstairs, I need to make myself a cup of coffee," you said, leaving the room. "Who knows, maybe we'll have the second round later if you both behave."