Soul Sentinels 4 – Mitry and Weni

Soul Sentinels 4 – Mitry and Weni. Krysta has grown up with dreams of the evil that surrounds her and learned to defend herself from it early. Never expecting to be the only one fighting this fight, she also never expected to find others.

To save her life, Mitry and Weni claimed Krysta to be theirs, to give her the strength to heal from wounds sustained from a demonic battle.

Her breasts felt bigger than normal, the hard tips throbbing and her pussy clenching. Juices coated her folds and leaked out onto her inner thighs. Her legs trembled, feeling too weak to hold her up.

Mit released her lips, turned her by the waist and then gave her a gentle push. She landed on the bed with a bounce and only then noticed that Wen had removed his clothes. She gasped when she saw his sexy, sculpted, muscular body and hoped she would get to touch. He was so sexy she started to salivate but when she saw his cock her mouth dropped open. His erect penis was long and thick, the shaft a darker hue than the rest of his body but the head was a purplish color.

“See what you do to me, to us, honey. We want you so damn bad,” Wen rasped as he stalked toward her.

Krysta scooted back on the bed but stopped when Wen grabbed her ankle and shook his head. She had no idea what he wanted or what he was about to do, but she wanted to find out desperately.

He leaned over her and hungrily kissed her, pulling at both her ankles until her ass was back on the edge of the mattress, and then released her again. She felt him move and figured he must have knelt down when his hands shoved beneath the bottom of the T-shirt and caressed her belly.

“Your skin is so damn soft.” Wen pushed the shirt up and kissed her stomach before lifting it up and over her head.

“Look at those perfect breasts,” Mit rasped as he climbed onto the bed beside her.

Krysta bit her lip as she took in his gloriously naked body. His shoulders were wide, his chest muscular and his abs washboard hard. The definition of each of his muscles could be clearly seen as she perused his body. His thighs were thick with a slight sprinkling of dark hair, and his cock was bobbing up and down slightly. His dick wasn’t as long as Wen’s but it looked as if it was thicker and there was a curve to his shaft. The head was broad with a drop of clear fluid glistening in the slit.

“I have to have a taste.” That was the only warning she got before he shifted closer, shoved her sports bra up over her breasts, exposing them to his gaze, dipped his head, and licked over one aching peak.

She had no idea what Wen was talking about when he said, “Me, too,” but didn’t really care.

Krysta’s eyes slid closed when Mit enveloped the hard peak in his mouth and whimpered when he began sucking on it. Shards of pleasure shot down from her breast right into her womb and pussy, causing her muscles to clench.

Wen tugged on the waistband of her shorts and nudged her thighs aside gently. Her first instinct was to clamp them closed tightly but when she lifted her head to gaze down at him and saw him staring at her pussy and licking his lips, she ended up spreading them even more.

“Yes!” Wen exclaimed just before he lowered his head. He lifted his gaze to lock with hers as he took a long lick of her cunt. “So sweet.”

“Oh god,” Krysta moaned. She tried to stay still as both men sucked and licked at her skin but it was an impossibility.

Wen laved his tongue over her clit rapidly and her muscles felt as if they had turned to liquid. Mit moved to the other breast, swirling his tongue around and around the nipple, never quite touching it. She moaned and arched her chest up, begging him to take her into his mouth. And he did. He opened his mouth on a chuckle and then sucked her hard nipple in deep, suckling on the peak firmly.

Krysta sobbed with pleasure and then cried out as Wen pushed the tip of a thick finger into her cunt. Her muscles clenched reflexively before releasing again, cream weeping from her needy hole.

As he pressed that finger in deeper and deeper and then withdrew it, she began to rock her hips, hoping to get it back inside her and relieve the desirous ache. This time when he pushed back in he used two fingers, stretching her muscles and delicate tissues before withdrawing them and pressing in again.

Each time he drove them up inside her pussy he increased the speed, caressing the sensitive flesh inside, creating an exquisitely pleasurable friction that made her burn hotter, and the tension began to build.

Mit released her breast from his mouth with a pop. Clasped her chin between finger and thumb, and then he kissed her. The kiss was hot, wild, and passionate, ramping up her desire more than ever before.

Wen continued to pump his fingers in and out of her cunt, lapping at her clit until she wasn’t sure she could take anymore. Her muscles were so taut she thought they just might snap. Copious juices leaked from her in a steady stream and her body trembled.

Mit broke the kiss, cupped both her breasts in his hands, and then squeezed her nipples firmly between his fingers and thumbs. That was all it took to send her flying.

She screamed as she was assailed with ecstasy, causing her body to shiver and shake. Waves of heated nirvana washed over her again and again until she was left panting and seeing stars. The whole time she was coming Mit and Wen stroked, kissed, and licked, heightening the first climax she’d ever had. By the time she came down from that exquisite high, her legs felt as if they had no functioning muscles left and she couldn’t even summon up the energy to lift her head.

“Are you okay, baby?” Mit asked as he leaned over her.

“Mm-hmm.”

Wen chuckled. “I think we’ve just found a way to shut our mate up.”

The fight to protect the world from evil takes them straight to hell. A testing time for forging a new relationship.

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