Wicked Amusement Ch. 06

Illetrys looked up sharply. She raised a hand, and Isamine's attentions abruptly halted. Cellemin trembled, feeling her warm lips completely still upon his dick now. "Aw, shit. Is that who I think it is?" She leaped out of bed, and Cellemin heard her rushing about to preserve her modesty.

The door opened, and Cellesixe entered the room. The crime boss was dressed to kill, as always, and she only seemed to show a slight level of interest in her estranged son's predicament. "Is that the Isamial girl on him?"

"Um, yes, Sixe." There was a nervous edge in Illetrys's voice.

"Much as I'd love to see her tainted, Trys, I'd rather you not." At first, Cellemin was touched by her concern. Then he looked up and saw her leaning over his tormentor, kissing Illetrys's neck with soft, but loud, suckles. Illetrys gasped. "Aren't I enough for you?"

"Y-yes—" Trys cried. "F-fuck yes, I just—"

Cellesixe was jealous. A story as old as, well, Cellesixe herself. Still, Cellemin shuddered with relief when Isamine was bidden to pull off his cock.

His lover—now Illetrys's slave—rose up, staring into his eyes with a vacant, red-rimmed glaze. How much smoke has she had? he wondered. She smiled at him. "H-hey, loverboy," she purred, kissing his cheek. "You like my kisses, I hear."

She started to kiss all over his face, occasionally planting deep, wet kisses right on his lips. He could only lie there, paralyzed by the trigger, feeling her fingers slowly encircling his cock. Finally. His hips started to buck again. Finally. The orgasm began to rise within him again, surging toward his member. Finally!

Illetrys glanced towards him, and he saw a sly smile run across her face. She lowered down to their level, and for a moment, Cellemin thought she was going to kiss him, too.

"No more playtime," she whispered.

His cock gave one more penultimate throb, then ... gave another. Cellemin's heart slammed to a stop. His cock pulsed with need. It felt like he was trapped on the very precipice. His arousal continued to build with Isamine's strokes, but his body refused to climax. He let out a despairing cry as Illetrys rose up again, smirking widely.

Isamine giggled. "Ooh, that's a fun one." She kissed his cheek as her hand started to speed up, intensifying the unbearable sensation.

Meanwhile, ignoring his frustrated moans, Illetrys and Cellesixe quietly exited the room.

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"You have a nice kitchen," Cellesixe said, looking over the kitchen the three elf prostitutes shared. She cast a smile at her latest lover. "I trust you've been enjoying Min?"

"Um." Illetrys was blushing bright red. So cute, Cellesixe thought, concealing a smirk behind a smile totally devoid of guile. She wants to know if I'm angry for Min or just jealous. She's so afraid to anger me. Just that was enough to send a thrill through her pussy. She almost wanted to just shove her younger lover up against the table on the spot. No, no, time for that later. "He's, um ..."

"He's quite the stallion, I hear. Still." Cellesixe smirked. "Isamine is a fine toy, but I don't think she should be infected. Such is dangerous for all of us." And if you do that to her, you won't be able to resist her, and I want you to be all mine, mine, mine. "Anyways, I wish to speak with you on the ... muse situation."

Illetrys cocked her head, poorly disguising her relief at the change of subject.

"The druidess is not cooperating in the way we'd like," Cellesixe said. Her hand reached out and caressed Illetrys's cheek, eliciting a little gasp from her lover. "Her partner might be useful, but not as a lure." Her voice lowered to a suggestive murmur. "What do you think we should do?"

"I ..." Trys shivered as Cellesixe's fingers delicately crawled down her neck. Cellesixe began to unlace the gown Trys had clearly hastily donned, exposing her flushed, sweaty breasts to the heady air of the apartment. "There are other ways," she whimpered. "Other w-ways to lure."

"So there are." Cellesixe leaned in. She breathed deep of Trys's delightful strawberry musk and shook with desire. She gave Trys's cheek a long, sensuous lick. Trys was panting as Cellesixe's hands started to burrow under the only partially-removed dress, fondling her tits roughly, possessively. "And it just so happens that we've been contacted by someone who can help us. Do you want me to tell you ..." she locked eyes with the wide-eyed Trys, "... what we are going to do to that little bimbo?"

"Yes," Trys whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Gods, yes."

Cellesixe smiled and leaned in closer, pushing Trys back until she was lying nearly flat across the table. "First thing's first," she husked, and descended upon her plaything.