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“Sir, would you like a basket?”

“Yes, please,” Larena answered the female clerk before coming to stand next to him.

“Nice to have a buffer between me and the women.”

She gave a tiny huff and eye role. “You likely have a long list of women at your beck and call.”

Reuban’s cock jerked at the hint of her jealous fishing while she absentmindedly stroked her hand over a pair of black underwear. “I assume you’re molesting those underwear because you’d like to see me in them?”

She snatched her hand off and he grinned as she shot out to intercept the clerk heading their way with a basket. Stopping her before she could get too close or running from his all-knowing eyes. Both, he was sure.

He tossed in five pairs of the black underwear, getting her curious look. “For the rest of the Kings,” he explained. “Just remembered we’re meeting with the Archangel. Think I’ll get us all fresh clothes.” The second he said it, he had the dire need to dress her too. After backtracking and adding outfits for all ofthem into the basket, he made his way to the women’s side of the store.

“What are you doing?” she wondered, sounding panicked.

“Josie will need clothes—which you can pick. While I find yours.”

“Mine,” she gasped quietly, already busy at the rack of dresses for Josie.

“I want to dress you, and you have nothing to say about it other than thank you,” he said, grinning at catching her hot, two-second glare. “Get used to it, angel. You’re stuck with me.”

She passed him and he grunted from the flash-grip she gave his cock as she did. He stood there, rigid and boiling for several seconds. He scanned the store before turning and cornering her. With one hand, he gripped her entire jaw while cradling the back of her shorn head, stabbing his tongue into her gasping mouth, his lust coming in growling breaths.

“That was bold, Larena,” he said, finding the top of her skirt and sliding his hand in. Her fingers locked on his cock, blasting heat through him as he shoved her panties out of his way. He slid two fingers over her, groaning. “My angel is dripping?”

Her hands clasped his neck as she kissed him back in answer.

He stuffed two fingers inside her and devoured her soft cry, moving his thumb knuckle against her clit.

“You’re fucking my hand, naughty angel? Is that all you can think about?”

“Yes,” she gasped right in his mouth. “I can’t stop needing you.”

He turned with her, hiding her better as he filled the quiet corner with the sound of her drenched pussy getting hammer-fucked till she came.

As soon as she was done, he grabbed her jaw with the hand he’d just fucked her with, sliding her juices along her cheek while he kissed her, a filthy groan wrecking his breaths. “That’s going at the top of your punishment list, young lady,” he promised, winded as he shoved his fingers in his mouth with a painful moan of ecstasy. “Fuck, I love the taste of your pussy,” he swore, nodding to the clerk passing the aisle they’d just desecrated.

“Let’s finish this bullshit,” he muttered, ghosting her swollen lips with his before heading to that emerald dress he’d spotted a few steps back.

Kildare & Kross

The dusk sky bled orange over the hut, casting a warm glow across the gnarled limbs of the big oak tree. Kildare stood near its trunk, arms crossed with his head cocked at the boy standing before him. “So you’re twelve now,” he said. “Around five feet?”

He angled his head up, squinting one shimmering eye with a nod.

“I’d like to see what’s in you,” Kildare said, placing his hands on his hips. “Your powers. They’re a mix of all of us, and I can help you understand them. May I?”

He nodded again, firmer. “Okay.”

Kildare took another step closer and released his wings, getting the boy’s wide-eyed gasp as his gaze swung left and right at the span. Kildare flexed and revealed all six wings with a flash of fire, laughing at the boy’s huge breath and grin.

“Can I touch them?” he asked, his innocence as sharp as his hope.

“Yes, you may,” Kildare said, smiling at his awe as he traced the lower span, then drew his fingers back.

“It’s warm,” he said, voice soft. “But not hot. It feels like... pressure and permission at the same time.”

Kildare tilted his head slightly. “Go on.”