I felt a cool hand land on my breast, caressing the soft flesh without asking. The fabric of the newcomer’s sleeve brushed against my upper arm and my mind went blank. ‘Well, well,’ said a man’s voice. ‘Who’s this little darling?’
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Note from the author: I’m excited that ‘Serafina’s Gift’ will be the next novel I publish! I’ve been pushing ahead with writing the chapters – currently 31 chapters written and I’m drawing towards a close for this arc of Serafina’s story. More to come!
Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 16
‘Well, well,’ said the newcomer’s voice. ‘Who’s this little darling?’
His hand caressed my breast, groping me without asking.
The man behind me chuckled. ‘I don’t think she has a name. She’s fun though. I found her on the dance floor. I thought we could take her back to our suite for the evening.’
My mind ground to a stop at his words. Who was we? Where did they want to take me? I ignored the hard questions for the much easier one, even if it was embarrassing to talk while half naked with a man’s shaft inside me, just having cum inside me.
‘I do have a name,’ I said, feeling my face hot with embarrassment. ‘It’s Serafina.’
‘That’s a nice name,’ said the newcomer, the man holding my breast in his cool hand. ‘You’ve got nice tits, too, Serafina. I can’t see the rest of you yet, but Jesse seems to think your cunt is worthwhile taking for a second spin.’
I was stunned into silence by his crude words, still feeling insanely embarrassed to even be here, as the man inside me – Jesse, I guessed – slowly stiffened inside me again. Jesse caressed my hips with warm, gentle hands.
‘Her cunt is hot and very, very wet,’ Jesse said, gently, almost casually moving his hips in a circle to get maximum sensation from his position inside me. ‘We just had a conversation about how she is a horny little slut who loves cock. Didn’t we, darling?’
‘Yes,’ I muttered through my teeth.
I wanted to pull all my lost dignity to myself and stand up and walk out of here, but I also didn’t want to lose the incredible sensation of having him inside me. So I stayed still, desperately embarrassed.
‘Anyway,’ Jesse spoke again. ‘It’s lovely to meet you, Serafina,’ he said, a laugh in his voice. ‘I’m Jesse and this is my buddy Marcus.’
I stiffened as I heard more footsteps approaching. This time, it sounded like a woman in high heels.
‘Oh,’ said a woman’s voice from the other side of me. ‘You have found us a darling, haven’t you? Is she for us to play with?’
I jumped in surprise and would have pulled away but Jesse kept a firm grip on my hips while Marcus’ hand closed possessively around my breast. I kind of wanted to complain about him touching me without permission but I also knew I was enjoying the feeling of being treated like a toy. An object that could be touched and fondled without regard for my views.
‘We’re going to take her up to the suite,’ said Marcus. ‘Do you like her?’
‘I do,’ crooned the woman. I felt her hand drift across my exposed upper back, running through my tousled long hair, before she too ran her fingertips across my other breast. ‘Look what my husbands found for us. So clever. Aren’t you the cute one?’
I didn’t know how to respond so I stayed silent, wondering where this was going.
‘Does she like women as well as men?’ asked the lady. ‘You two can keep her to yourself if she doesn’t. But she’s cute. I want her.’
‘The state she’s in, Valerie, I think she’d like anyone,’ said Jesse in an amused voice and they all laughed, the men deeply, the woman – Valerie – with a voice that sounded like wind chimes.
‘Do you like women, Serafina?’ asked Marcus, still fondling my breast.
‘I can,’ I said guardedly, scared about where this was leading. Did I really want to go with them to their suite – a hotel room I guessed – and have sex with all of them together?
Yes, if I was honest, yes I did. I was still so hungry. I wanted them all to use me all night, one after the other, rough and hard, soft and gentle, until I was so exhausted and aching that maybe I would actually sleep properly without any dreams.
‘I like women,’ I clarified, my voice hoarse.
‘I know you do, darling,’ said Valerie, her hand squeezing around the base of my breast. ‘What lovely big titties you’ve got. You’re going to please me with them later.’
I flushed at her cool assessment of my breasts and her ready assumption that she could order her own pleasure with them.
‘But I think,’ she said slowly. ‘I think there’s something more going on with you, isn’t there? You’ve been magicked.’
‘She’s in thrall to something,’ said Jesse. ‘Though I’m guessing she’s always been pretty horny or it wouldn’t have taken hold of her so strongly.’
I had a million questions that I wanted to ask them but later, after I had been fucked at least a dozen times. Preferably fully clothes and without Jesse’s cock inside me. What did they mean magicked? In thrall to something didn’t sound good. In retrospect, I realised I just didn’t want to know, because that might lead to hard questions.
‘Is that true, love?’ asked Marcus, his finger and thumb playing casually with my nipple in a way that was sparking delicious heat in my groin. ‘Have you always been pretty horny?’
‘Yes,’ I muttered, gritting my teeth. Fuck, this was embarrassing.
‘And are you in thrall to something?’ he asked, squeezing my whole breast held in his hand.
‘I don’t know,’ I muttered, my face red. ‘Maybe. I don’t want to talk about it.’
‘Of course she is,’ said the woman. ‘It’s running right through her like electricity in a bathtub. She’s like a deer in spring – perpetually in heat and ready to breed.’
I thought I had flushed before but now I knew every patch of skin on my body was ready and burning.
The woman kept speaking. ‘It wants to fuck you, doesn’t it?’ she said, not waiting for me to respond. ‘Of course it does. But it hasn’t yet. It’s waiting for its hold over you to be stronger. I’m surprised the supernatural defence unit hasn’t stopped it yet. Though I did hear there was new management in charge there, with new priorities…’ she let her voice drift off.
I didn’t want to respond to anything she had said. I didn’t want to even think about anything she had said. I guessed the ‘supernatural defence unit’ meant the two police officers who had visited me a few days ago. The police officers who had spent the morning fucking me filthily… The men who had wanted the toy.
It wants to fuck you, doesn’t it?
It’s waiting for its hold over you to be stronger.
She’s like a deer in spring — in heat and ready to breed.
‘Well, there’s nothing we can do about that,’ said Marcus. ‘In the meantime, she’s a godsend. Literally. I suggest we enjoy her while we can.’
His words sounded too ominous, too scary, and I knew I had to file them away or run screaming from the room.
‘You want that, don’t you darling?’ said Jesse. ‘You just want to fuck, don’t you?’
His shaft was hard again inside me and I just wished he would fuck me, hard and fast and rough again, so hard that I saw stars. So rough that every thought, every scary prognosis that backed up my own fears about the toy, fled from my brain to be replaced only by sheer, mindless desire.
‘Yes,’ I moaned, not caring how much I was embarrassing myself in front of strangers. I rocked my hips in his hands suggestively to encourage him to start fucking me again.
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