Seven Devils And A Rose - Chapter 106

Needless to say, he—and without a doubt, both Caleb and Felix—couldn’t wait to taste Alfie’s sweet qi nectar. They’d relentlessly suck it out of her, both from her brėȧsts and her pussƴ. Yes, it’d drive her wild and possibly insane with pŀėȧsurė, and might even…

Fuck! He didn’t want to think that far, that it might traumatize her like it had other women who had taken demons as their mates because of the demand and intensity. Yet, oddly enough, Geoffrey felt in his gut that Alfie would be all right. She had a strong will and, even more so, a strong pure qi. He felt that she would be able to handle demon lords as her mates just fine. She’d be able to handle them fuċkɨnġ her relentlessly again and again.

Fuck! Her nɨppŀė felt and tasted amazing in his mouth. Thus, he continued to tease her, even nibbling at the sėnsɨtɨvė flesh so that it made her cry out in agonized pŀėȧsurė.

Geoffrey shifted his attention to her other brėȧst and nɨppŀė, and as he continued to molest her flesh there, Felix claimed her lips and kissed her hard.

When Geoffrey finally decided to stop teasing her brėȧsts, he turned his attention to her pussƴ, and the moment he saw how moist and hot she was, he felt his pėnɨs twitching in anticipation.

He flicked his eyes to her face and noted that Felix was still kissing her as she ġrȯȧnėd into his mouth. Finding the sight a turn-on, Geoffrey spread Alfie’s legs even farther and then moved himself into position.

First, he teased her by rubbing the tip of his ċȯċk against her sėnsɨtɨvė flesh. He saw her grabbing onto Felix’s arms as if she couldn’t’ help herself, signifying to Geoffrey that she wanted more.

Geoffrey then inserted his ċȯċk, which easily slid into her.

The moment his hard pėnɨs was inside her hot pussƴ, he felt her insides wrapping around him and suċkɨnġ at him, pulling his ċȯċk and wanting more out of it.

He felt like roaring in wild pŀėȧsurė and excitement. Was this how Felix and Caleb had felt when they had fuċkėd her?

Fuck! Her pussƴ was fuċkɨnġ amazing. He wasn’t even moving, and she was already suċkɨnġ at him.

No longer able to contain himself, Geoffrey eagerly started moving, slowly at first. He wanted to feel her inside and make her get used to his large size and shape. Eventually, of course, she’d get used to all their large size and shape.

Alfie’s body shuddered in ecstasy as Geoffrey started moving fast and harder. With each new thrust, he went deeper into her.

Geoffrey watched, mesmerized at the way her body moved, dancing along in time to him fuċkɨnġ her, her beautiful brėȧsts bouncing wildly, as did her whole body.

Fuck! What a sight.

Geoffrey went faster and faster and then so much faster that Alfie cried out his name the moment Felix moved back, releasing her lips.

“Ngh… My Lord… Geoffrey…”

Geoffrey hoisted her up until the lower half of her body was raised off the bed. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his flanks as he relentlessly fuċkėd her. In this new position, he felt more of her, deeper.

Fuck, he was about to come. Fuck, his ċȯċk was about to burst. Fuck, he felt so fuċkɨnġ amazing.

“I’m coming…” she cried out, tears in her eyes as he screwed her and pounded into her again and again and again.

And then she came, her body tensed and shuddering in pŀėȧsurė. A second later, Geoffrey came as well. His sėmėn shot out into her hot pussƴ, branding her on the inside as Caleb and Felix had done previously.

Alfie’s body was still shaking when Geoffrey came down to her and kissed her on her damp forehead.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes were bright as she gazed up at him. Of course, she still hadn’t been able to catch her breath to speak. Though, she did give him a smile, which pleased him.

A moment later, she closed her eyes, and Geoffrey knew that she needed time to rest and recover from the exhaustion of three demon lords fuċkɨnġ her hard out.

While Alfie lay on the bed, asleep, the men—with pants on and opened shirts—sat on the sofas and armchairs, discussing the upcoming conference at Wulin. It was midnight when Alfie woke up.

Caleb kissed her forehead and then asked, “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

Alfie rubbed her eyes, looking around her in confusion. Once she had seen the three men, she suddenly blushed severely, her cheeks red hot.

Moistening her lips, she said, “I’m a bit thirsty, but I’m fine.”

Felix asked, “Any pain?”

She thought about this for a moment and then shook her head. “No pain, just…”

Geoffrey came to sit on the side of the bed. “Just?”

She said, inserting her long hair behind her ear, “Just that there is this buzzing sensation… Pleasure is still coursing through my body.”

The three men smiled arrogantly at hearing this. To have their girl’s body still buzzing in pŀėȧsurė hours after they had had sėx, that was something amazing all together.

Caleb said, “I’ll get something for you to drink and eat.”

She nodded.

Of course, after she had her snacks, the men didn’t let her out of the chamber to return to her quarters. They resumed their much-anticipated love-making once again, and Alfie found herself on the sofa on all fours, her buŧŧ sticking out in the air.

Behind her, Caleb drove his rock-hard erect pėnɨs into her once again wet and hot pussƴ, the tip of his mighty beast seductively grinding and rubbing against her sėnsɨtɨvė inside.

She ġrȯȧnėd as her body danced back and forth on that sofa, her weak limbs pressing hard on the soft upholstery.

On the opposite sofa, both Felix and Geoffrey sat and watched their girl being fuċkėd by their comrade as they sipped on wine. The sight was a turn-on for sure, and they enjoyed every moment of it.

They loved the way Alfie’s slender body moved, in that ėrȯtɨċ, sėxy way. They loved her bouncing brėȧsts and jiggling backside as she was being fuċkėd relentlessly by Caleb.

Suddenly, Caleb moved, caught both her upper arms, and drew her up. Now she was only on her knees, and the sight of her in that position was even better. Now they could see fully from a frontal view, her brėȧsts bouncing even harder and faster and her body shaking and clattering as Caleb thrust and banged into her, faster and harder.

Caleb caught her before she weakly fell to the floor.

When Felix made his move some moments later—after Alfie had her rest—he got her down on the floor and then fuċkėd her hard for a long twenty minutes. Of course, the sight of her in the missionary position only grew the ŀust in Geoffrey even more, and when it was his time to fuċk her again, he had her legs up in the air, which he tightly held on either side of his waist, his rock-hard pėnɨs inside her, banging her furiously and wildly as she half lay back on the sofa, crying out in pŀėȧsurė. When she nearly came, he pulled her up and pierced his fangs into the sėnsɨtɨvė skin of her neck, suċkɨnġ at her while he relentlessly fuċkėd her until Alfie fell unconscious.