Mob sorcery 5, p.69
Mob Sorcery 5, page 69
He crawled up to Pola and rubbed his cock against her slit. Her pussy juices joined the frothy mixture of cum and saliva.
“Don’t tease me, breed me,” Pola whined. “I want to tell Alessia how hard you fucked us when she asks.”
He held back a snort, and hilted himself in her. Pola’s insides welcomed him in, then clenched down hard as he got deep. Her massive tits bounced from the movement and she gasped.
“Jealous, Fia?” Pola asked.
“Please. I’ll be riding him way harder and faster.” Fia landed a kiss on Pola’s bare chest, eliciting a moan. “And you’re already creaming yourself just because he entered you.”
“I… I am not… Fuuuuuck,” Pola moaned as Vince began thrusting. “Your cock is the best, Vince.”
“You say that as if you’ve had any others,” Fia teased.
“I don’t have to, because I know my mate’s massive cock is always the best.” Pola bit her lips as he shifted position and began slamming into her harder. “S-see? He’s hitting deeper. And harder.”
Fia smiled at him. “You indulge your bitch too much, V.”
“But I haven’t gotten to you yet,” he said.
She bared her teeth at him, but her eyes glittered with excitement and happiness. A moan left Fia’s lips when he slid a finger into her pussy while still railing Pola.
The two women created a lewd symphony, as they began moaning and squealing in tandem. Their tails rubbed against him as they nuzzled their heads together.
He filled the room with nothing but the sound of sex. His wet slapping against Pola’s ass mingled with the squelching of Fia’s pussy, and the moans of ecstasy they released.
“Ready to be bred?” he asked Pola.
“Please,” she moaned. “Fill me.”
He slammed his cock into her and unleashed his second load of the night deep into her pussy. Pola bucked against him as she reached her own climax.
As she began to moan and squeal, Fia pulled Pola into a deep kiss, the two wolfgirls entangling their tongues together as Vince filled one with his seed and fingerfucked the other to orgasm.
He nearly collapsed against Pola, but managed to pull out. Her slit slid shut, trying to prevent any of his cum from escaping. Fia fought back and lapped it up, causing Pola to cry out.
“How mean,” Vince said. “Stealing her prize. For that, no riding.”
Fia’s eyes widened, but before she could react, he grabbed her and pushed her on top of Pola. Seizing the opportunity, Pola pulled her friend down. Their tits crushed together and two slick pussies rubbed against each other only inches apart.
Despite the sudden change in position, Fia’s tail swished happily. She bit her lip as she looked back, and widened at the sight of Vince rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks.
Pola grinned and stretched Fia’s pussy lips herself, producing a gasp from Fia. “You’re going to get the best treatment from Vince, Fia. I can already feel how wet you are.”
“Don’t tease me,” Fia moaned.
Pola pressed her lips against Fia’s cheek. “But I never get to. You’re always coddling me.” Pola pouted. “It’s my turn to be the big girl.”
Fia’s eyes widened in shock, but she quickly recovered. “You’re definitely the big girl. I can feel your oversized tits right now.”
A hiss escaped Pola, and she slid a finger inside Fia.
“F-fuck, Pola,” Fia gasped.
“I need to get some practice in for when I make Nina sing for Vince, don’t I?” Pola whispered in Fia’s ear. “Maybe after this, I can put on a show for him.”
Fia whimpered as Pola slid another finger in. Pola grinned at Vince.
Then she pulled her fingers out and stretched Fia nice and wide. “But she needs your rock-hard cock first.”
“She does, doesn’t she?” Vince said.
To be honest, he didn’t mind which came first. Tonight was for Pola, and so long as Fia enjoyed it, too, he’d happily watch Pola fingerfuck Fia into a puddle.
But he’d also happily fuck Fia into a puddle atop Pola, and see if he could make Pola feel his thrusts through the other wolfgirl.
He placed his cock against Fia’s slit and rubbed it against her. She whimpered, either from Pola’s teasing or his cock. It didn’t matter which, as she coated his length and balls with her juices. Lust filled her eyes as she looked back at him.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Fuck me,” Fia said.
He pumped into her, and went full speed right from the start. She screamed, only for Pola to swallow the noise with a deep kiss. The two women entangled with each other as he gripped Fia’s waist, driving his cock into her womb over and over. His crotch slapped against her taut ass over and over. Moans and squeals to the time of his thrusts escaped her lips when she broke free from the kiss.
After a minute, a force pushed him upward. Pola gently—by her standards—lifted Fia onto her knees. He let her, and kept thrusting in the new position. Wetness spread over his balls. Pola slurped them up, her tongue lapping at Fia’s juices and his old cum as it trailed down.
Fia turned into a mess of ecstasy, moaning and gasping endlessly as he pounded her as hard and fast as possible. The heat from the love juices of two wolfgirls seeped deep into Vince’s body, powering him to go harder and faster.
“Coming,” Fia gasped out. “Ohhhh, fuck. Fuck!”
Pola giggled and leaned back, watching with glee as Fia spasmed on his cock. He didn’t slow down for an instant. Fia’s pussy clamped down hard on him, her searing walls milking him for everything and begging him to pump her full of his seed.
“Where is it?” Fia whined. “Where’s your cum?”
“Right here,” he grunted.
Vince picked her up by the thighs, still kneeling on the bed, and sank her onto his cock to the hilt. A massive rope of cum shot deep inside her, and Fia moaned sweetly. Her legs jumped. Her tail wrapped around his waist.
As he slowly thrust into her, emptying his balls into Fia, Pola suckled on them in turn. She greedily sucked up any seed that spilled out of Fia’s slit.
Finally, when he was done, he pulled out of Fia with an explosive pop. A dam of white cum spilled out of her, mingling with her love juices.
“Aww,” Pola whined, but her eyes lit up. “You can’t waste this.”
Pola caught the excess cum before it hit the bed, then began slurping it directly from Fia’s pussy. Vince’s cock throbbed at the sight, especially as Fia gasped and squirmed in his arms.
His excitement only grew when Pola cleaned up his cock, then pulled back and pressed his shaft against her cheek, distorting it.
“More?” she asked.
Fia looked up at him from where she lay on the bed. She smiled. Lust filled her eyes. “Yeah. More.”
He had only a few days to plan how to take out Mei, but Vince had a bad feeling tomorrow would be a write-off. Hopefully the others could handle things.
But he had definitely earned at least a little time-off. Especially with the specter of Mei waiting this weekend.
Chapter 46
With their plans in place, the week passed rapidly. They missed the chance to conduct the operation on Saturday night, as arranging everything on such short notice proved difficult. Hamelin asked for as much time as possible, and coordinating the police, cartel, mafia, and Miuras for a single night meant a plan organized on Wednesday couldn’t be pulled off less than three days later.
Vince flew toward the stadium on Sunday night in Nicki’s claws. The harpy carried Nina in her arms, while Kiyoko accompanied them. They were ahead of schedule, and the others would meet them at the stadium as necessary. Fia coordinated the mafia and Miuras inside the half-constructed colosseum in the meantime.
The cause for them flying out early was simple: a message from Ronin.
Much of the area comprised a gargantuan and empty parking lot, accompanied by tenements old and run-down enough Vince questioned if they somehow pre-dated the city. Beyond them lay suburbia. The poor sort, with cheap construction that some developer would buy up en masse and gentrify in the future. No doubt the stadium had been part of those plans.
An abandoned Chinese restaurant and bar occupied a building inside the parking lot. Several police vehicles parked near it, but the place was a ghost town otherwise.
Nicki and Kiyoko touched down outside the restaurant.
“Fuck me, we’re still in Aulfair, right?” Nicki asked.
Her wings fluttered nervously as she glanced around. The streetlights remained on, but illuminated only empty streets and the parking lot. Vince barely even heard engine noises, although the distant sound of sirens echoed from somewhere.
“The Yakuza have abandoned their old headquarters here, and there is little to gain by engaging police here,” Kiyoko explained. “Hence the quiet.”
“It feels like the aftermath of a war,” Nicki said.
“I don’t think there’s a curfew, but the cops are discouraging anyone from going out at night here,” Nina said. “Most of the houses here are uninhabited or full of squatters anyway. They were supposed to be bulldozed and redeveloped into a commercial zone when the stadium was finished decades ago, and the banks don’t give a shit about a bunch of condemned houses that haven’t been maintained.”
“Sounds like home,” Nicki said with a half-smile.
They entered the Chinese restaurant, as the bar side of the building was boarded up. As run-down as the exterior appeared, the interior looked like a fancy restaurant right out of the Tri Sommet. A long black marble bar stretched along the front, and a traditional restaurant complete with wooden tables and cushions occupied the half of the building that should have been the bar.
Three police officers stood inside. Ronin’s friend, Blake, and his younger partner Harry played on their phones, but immediately grabbed their foci when the door opened. They relaxed upon recognizing Vince.
“Ronin said you’d be coming,” Blake said.
Livia leaned against the wall behind the bar, right beside a door. She wore her full REAT uniform, sans helmet, and her towering serval cat ears twitched as she nodded at Vince.
“Ronin’s downstairs with the captain,” Livia said. Her eyes ran over the other girls. “Not sure you should head down with everyone. Captain only wanted to speak with you, V.”
Kiyoko narrowed her eyes.
“I don’t think he’ll complain too much if you have some company,” Livia added. “But he’s pushing boundaries as it is.”
“Are you still on ice?” Vince asked her. “Unusual to see a uniformed REAT officer alone and not with her squad.”
She blinked. “I’m still a sergeant, and I’m helping Frost down here after I got bumped off cartel duties. Things got messy after the shit Kreesa pulled, though, and the slow response in Houou’s territory. The brass have gotten a shellacking from the police chief, the governor, the mayor—you name it. Big reorg. No clue what Via’s been doing lately, but I know she’s still working with Kreesa. We might be switching roles when Frost heads up north, but that mafia unit is still in the cards.”
“Should you really be talking about this?” Harry asked, looking between Livia and Vince uncertainly.
“It’s nothing the captain won’t tell him.” Livia shrugged. “Trust me.”
“I’d hope the city has more to worry about than the mafia, given what Houou’s about to do,” Vince said. “It’s nice to see you.”
He began to walk past her to the door, and Kiyoko followed. Nina and Nicki remained behind.
“I hope to see you after tonight.” Concern filled Livia’s face. “What you’re doing is fucking crazy, you know? If the elementals and clan guardians are too fucking scared to fight this bitch, I don’t know why you’re risking your skin.”
Vince paused, his hand on the door. A line Alessia had said not long ago came to mind.
“I thought up this idea originally to get back at Mei,” he said. “But I’ve heard what she wants to do, and people I know and care about have died or been horribly injured trying to stop her. She won’t go away if I ignore her, and I have the strength to do something about her. If I won’t do something in the face of evil directly in front of me, isn’t that just cowardice?”
Livia’s eyes widened, while a whistle escaped Blake.
“Fuck me, sometimes I forget you and Ronin are old pals. Birds of a feather, you two,” Blake said with a grin.
“Guess Frost was right to see something in you,” Livia said cryptically.
He and Kiyoko descended the stairs to a small hall beneath the building. Ronin stood down here, while a towering man sat on the edge of a wooden dais.
Captain Frost stared at Vince with ice-blue eyes, his head held in one palm and long snow-white hair falling over his uniform. His impressive muscles rippled from beneath his clothes.
“Mister Keys,” he said, before his eyes locked on to Kiyoko. “And Knightsgate’s counter-espionage executioner. I’ve had difficulty determining whether your masters wish Mei Suwa’s demise, and your presence does little to aid me given your reputation.”
“I’m surprised it precedes me,” Kiyoko said.
“I’ve done my research. It’s my job.” Frost smiled thinly as he stood. “I’ll keep this brief. This meeting will undoubtedly be noticed, but it’s of little importance now. The schism within the police force will become public in due time.”
“This is about Kreesa,” Vince said.
“No, it’s about tonight.” Frost nodded at Ronin. “Thanks to Corporal Kilpatrick’s assistance, I’ve been able to both remain abreast of your plans and assist you in bringing peace to Aulfair. Not the future I expected of you after our last encounter.”
“I don’t think I did anything wrong last time.”
Frost showed no reaction. “I assume your plans to eliminate Mei Suwa are going ahead tonight?”
“Yes,” Vince said.
“Good. This siege has gone on for far too long and has made a mockery of the reasons I wear this uniform.” The water elemental sighed. “There has been significant political pressure to prevent you from acting tonight, including that I and my fellow captain should attempt to arrest you once your meister-tier spells are detected.”
Vince froze. This was news. He relaxed after Ronin winked at him.
“Suffice it to say, I’ve stated that I will act in accordance to the law and my oath as an officer of the law.” Frost smirked. “It is perhaps fortunate that my oath legally does not require me to act, and is significantly less valuable than my personal values and ethics. The other captain assigned here has taken the weekend off and has made it clear he won’t be contactable. Should your efforts to defeat Mei fail or your battle rages outside the stadium however—”
“Then I’ll leave that to you and anyone else who wants to mop up the aftermath,” Vince said. “Because I’ll be dead.”
Frost nodded. “I’m glad you understand the gravity of what you’re walking into. There will be consequences should you succeed, however.”
“Really?”
Ronin grimaced, and Kiyoko narrowed her eyes.
“The rapidly growing strength of the Lionetti Family, thanks largely to you, has attracted concern,” Frost said. “There’s a push to classify you as a Lionetti corporate enforcer, rather than an independent enforcer.”
“Without going into the details, I don’t think my other employers will appreciate that,” Vince said.
Frost narrowed his eyes. “I assume that means you still work for Quintus Hierum.”
“I’d be a corporate enforcer if he hadn’t staked a claim.”
“Interesting.” Frost looked away and drummed his fingers against his thigh. “I’ll leave the politics to the politicians and those who whisper in their ears, then. It won’t matter with the coming chaos up north. After Wednesday, our cooperation will end, Mister Keys. Ideally, you’ve grown to understand the cost that chaos like this wreaks on Aulfair and its citizenry, and will minimize it.”
“Tell that to everyone who keeps trying to publicly assassinate me,” Vince said hotly.
Surprisingly, Frost bowed his head. “If you can keep your disputes to self-defense, then I will have worse troublemakers to handle. I hope our paths do not cross for the next few months, Mister Keys. I wish you all the luck tonight with the would-be-Jörmungandr and I hope that any injured recover as swiftly as Pola Lionetti.”
A chill ran down Vince’s spine at the mention of Pola.
Surely the mention of Jörmungandr, a Norse myth, was a coincidence, right? Captain Erik Frost did appear Scandinavian, but Vince knew very little about the elemental. Those ice-blue eyes and his expression gave away nothing.
“Thanks,” Vince said.
He nodded at Ronin, who returned the nod, and then left with Kiyoko.
Together with Nicki and Nina, they flew over to the stadium.
The empty, haunted atmosphere of the area gave way to bustle once they entered the stadium interior, bypassing tape and walls intended to keep people out. Numerous vehicles sat inside a small barricaded area surrounded by concrete pylons.
The stadium appeared structurally complete, with steel and concrete pillars holding up bare stands, and large, unpainted structures in the corners, presumably for use by teams and staff. Tarps covered half-finished roofing and the building remained lit. Somebody was on the hook for the maintenance.
Fia waved at them as they arrived. “You’re early. Frost didn’t have much to say?”
“No, but what he did was important,” Vince said. “So long as we keep things inside the stadium, we won’t have trouble, but the city doesn’t much like us.”
“That’s hardly news.” She snorted and nodded at the enforcers pulling a large multi-armed hunk of aluminum out of a van. “We’re moving our wards into place around the stadium. Everything will be out of sight from the field itself, if you call it that.”
“I don’t follow,” Kiyoko said.
“There’s no turf,” Fia said. “They flattened the area and covered it with dirt, but that’s it. Hell, a lot of it has worn away from years of rain. Might be a good idea to cover up any big pits with earth magic.” She looked at Nina, who nodded. “The cheapskates who built this didn’t exactly do it well. Some of the garbage they buried to level the land has cropped out. I’d half-expect there to be toxic waste buried here.”
