She leaned down cautiously, her breath sputtering as she wrapped one small hand around my base. The first tentative lick made my thighs tense, but I kept still, not wanting to rush her. Then she wrapped those soft lips around my crown and sucked me into the warm, wet heaven of her mouth, and my eyes actually rolled right out of the back of my head and bounced onto the floor.
“Oh, yeah, sweetheart, just like that,” I groaned before focusing my attention on returning the favor.
I started slowly, knowing she was sensitive, dragging my tongue in long, deliberate strokes through her folds. Above me, I felt her shudder, but she didn’t stop what she was doing; instead, she took me deeper, her hand working what wouldn’t fit in her mouth.
My fingers dug into her soft ass as I alternated between broad licks and targeted attention to her clit. I could taste my brothers, but mostly I tastedher, sweet and tangy and so moon-damned addictive, I could happily spend hours with my face buried between her thighs.
Her technique was getting sloppier as her concentration fractured, which only turned me on more. I loved knowing I could make her lose focus like that. She pulled off me with a gasp when I sucked her clit between my lips, but immediately compensated by stroking me, her fingers massaging my balls just right.
“Good girl,” I encouraged between licks, knowing how much praise meant to her. “Such a good girl for Zaddy.”
The pressure at the base of my spine grew with each pass of her hands and every flick of her tongue. She was almost there, too. I knew from the way her thighs trembled against my ears and how her hips had started making involuntary movements against my mouth.
“Seri, I’m close,” I warned her, knowing she wasn’t a huge fan of swallowing.
Sure enough, she raised her head and switched to pumping me with her hands as I redoubled my efforts. I came suddenly, intensely, humming against her as I spilled all over her hands. Seconds later, she came, too, her body shaking as she cried out my name. I lapped at her gently until the aftershocks subsided, then playfully tapped a happy rhythm on her ass cheeks with my palms.
“Mmm, gold star, Mrs. Cimmerian.” I kissed her inner thigh, then blew a loud raspberry on all that lush softness.
“Zoodle!” she scolded and launched herself into Cas’ arms.
Mr. Hero dragged her off of me and tucked her between him and Ko, the two of them massaging her hips and thighs. She looked thoroughly wrecked in the best possible way, her hair a tangled mess, her lips swollen, and her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
“I love you all,” she sighed, snuggling into Cas’ chest while Ko worked at the knots in her hair, both of them murmuring praise and adoration, which was only her due.
I grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand to clean myself up, feeling smugly proud of myself. My brothers and I exchanged satisfiedlooks over her head; there was something deeply fulfilling about seeing our little witch so thoroughly pleasured and protected by us.
Our moment of domestic bliss was shattered by the distinctive chime of Casimir’s phone. All three of us groaned while Seri just giggled.
“Whatever it is, you three are handling it. I cannot walk right now to save my life.”
Cas, naturally, was already reaching for his phone.
“Foster.” His tone instantly shifted to serious. “He’s sent photos. Two pages from a grimoire.”
“What does it say?” Ko asked, sitting up while keeping one arm around Seri.
“Written in hieroglyphics. We’ll need to have it translated.”
“Can you at least get the gist of what it is?” I stretched lazily, my fingers toying with the ends of Seri’s hair.
“Do I look fucking Egyptian?”
Before I could snark back, my own phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it, half expecting it was the standard follow-up from Fozzerella with more details, but the message that lit up my screen made my blood run cold.
Bout 2 die. Extract poss?
“Dark take it.” Climbing out of bed, I reached for the first piece of clothing I could find. My red boxer briefs with five yellow stars across the front that said, “Would Ride Again.” Last week, I’d bribed Seri with Belgian chocolate to sign her name in permanent marker on the leg.
“What is it?” she asked, instantly alert despite her earlier exhaustion.
“Foster needs extraction. Now.”
“Yeah? And how areyougoing to do that?” Ko scoffed.
“We can’t just leave him there to die!” Seri pushed herself upright between my brothers, our sex goddess gone now, replaced by our fierce witch.
I watched the transformation with a mixture of pride and dread. Pride becausedamn, our girl had backbone! Dread because I knew exactly what she was about to suggest.
