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Mine To Kill For

T he next night the couple drive to the nearest bar for another night of fun, their hands lightly brushing against each other as they walk. The moon shines brightly above, as if illuminating their path to their next depraved adventure. The bar is a seedy establishment, filled with the scent of cheap beer and even cheaper cologne. The dim lighting and smoke-filled room create an air of mystery and intrigue.

Azazel and Cherrie slide onto two barstools, their eyes glistening with anticipation. They order two Kamikaze’s and take a sip, letting the burn of the alcohol warm their insides. Azazel leans in close to Cherrie, his breath tickling her ear. "Let the hunt begin," he whispers, sending a shiver down her spine.

Cherrie giggles, her eyes scanning the room. "I wonder who we'll find here. Someone to join our little game?"

Azazel smirks, his green eyes darting around the bar. "Oh, I'm sure we'll find someone willing to play. Someone who won't be able to resist what we have to offer."

As they sit at the bar, they watch the various patrons. There seem to be a few potential candidates, but none that truly spark their interest. Just as they decide to give up, and take their game elsewhere, a man walks in that catches their attention. He’s tall and muscular, with dark hair and a rugged jawline. His eyes hold a mischievous glint, and a cocky smile plays on his lips.

He wears a tight-fitting t-shirt that showcases his broad shoulders and ripped arms. As he walks toward the bar, he exudes an aura of confidence and raw sexuality.

Azazel nudges Cherrie, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Now, that's what I call a potential plaything. What do you say we invite him to join us?" Cherrie's eyes light up with excitement as she turns to get a better look at the man. "Mmm, he's definitely got that bad-boy vibe going on. I can already imagine the naughty things we could do with him."

Without wasting another moment, Azazel waves at the man, signaling him over.

The man's eyes widen in surprise, but a moment later, a playful smirk appears on his face. He saunters toward them, his gaze flicking between Azazel and Cherrie with curiosity. "Well, hello there," he says, his deep voice sending a shiver down Cherrie's spine. "I couldn't help but notice you two from across the room. I'm Jake, by the way."

Azazel extends his hand, shaking Jake's firmly. "Azazel. And this is my partner in crime, Cherrie." Jake's eyes linger on Cherrie for a moment, taking in her curvy figure and seductive smile.

"Nice to meet you both. So, what brings you two to a place like this?"

Cherrie leans forward, her chest pressing against the bar countertop as she speaks in a low, husky voice. "Oh, we're just looking for a little entertainment. Something... exotic." A playful gleam enters Jake's eyes, and he leans closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

"Exotic, huh? Well, I might know a thing or two about that. Care to fill me in on what exactly you're looking for?"

Azazel slides his hand across the bar, gently grazing Jake's fingers as he speaks. "We're looking for someone who's open-minded and willing to explore. Someone who's not afraid to push the boundaries of pleasure."

A devilish grin spreads across Jake's face, and he takes a step closer, his body nearly pressing against theirs. "In that case, I think I can safely say that I'm your man. I live for those kinds of experiences."

Cherrie bites her lip, feeling a tingle between her legs as the prospect of their impending threesome becomes more and more real. "Excellent," she purrs.

"Why don't we get out of here and find someplace more... private?" Azazel signals the bartender for their tab, and soon enough, the three of them are making their way out of the bar. As they step into the cool, night air, Jake wraps an arm around each of their waists, pulling them close. Cherrie feels the hardness of his muscular body and the warmth of his breath on her neck. She lets out a soft moan, unable to contain her growing desire. "Not too far from here, I know just the spot," Jake whispers in Cherrie's ear. "It's the perfect place for what we have in mind." They turn down a deserted alleyway, and Jake leads them to a nondescript door. With a flick of his wrist, he opens the door, revealing a set of stairs that lead downwards. The musty scent of hidden desires and long-forgotten sins waft up to meet them.

As they descend the stairs, the air grows heavier, thicker with the promise of forbidden pleasures. At the bottom, Jake produces a key, sliding it into a rusted lock. With a soft click, the door swings open, and they step into a small apartment—a sanctuary dedicated to the exploration of their most intimate desires. A dim light flickers on, and a large four-poster bed dominates the room. Its silken sheets invite them to indulge in their most uninhibited fantasies.

Cherrie wastes no time, turning to face Jake and pressing her body against his. She captures his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue swirling with his as she explores his mouth. Azazel smiles, watching the chemistry between them ignite, then reaches out to stroke Cherrie's cheek, caressing her soft skin as he leans in to join their kiss. When they break apart, breathless and hungry for more, Azazel whispers, "Let's make this an evening none of us will ever forget." Jake grins, his eyes dark with desire. "You won't hear any arguments from me. Now, why don't we get more comfortable?" Without further ado, they shed their clothes, letting their inhibitions fall away with each garment that hits the floor. Jake's eyes roam over Cherrie's curvaceous figure appreciatively, taking in her lush breasts and round hips. He steps forward, cupping her breasts in his hands, and lowers his head to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Cherrie moans, her head falling back as pleasure shoots through her. Azazel moves behind her, his strong hands gripping her hips. He leans forward, his mouth close to her ear, and whispers, "You like that, baby? You like the way he touches you?"

"Mmm, yes," Cherrie replies, her breath coming in short gasps as Jake's skilled mouth continues to work its magic. Azazel trails kisses down her neck, his hands moving upwards to cup her breasts, thumbs flicking across her sensitive nipples. Cherrie whimpers, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body.

Jake pulls away, his eyes glittering with desire "Why don't we take this to the bed? I have a few toys that I think you'll enjoy." Jake watches Cherrie, and takes a step back. "You're so fucking beautiful, Cherrie. Azazel is a lucky man." He whispers, Cherrie whimpers softly, unable to form words as the prospect of being at the mercy of Jake's toys excite her further. She nods eagerly, and Azazel gently guides her toward the awaiting bed.

“And he knows it,” Cherrie says. As they sink into the soft mattress, Jake reaches for a drawer in the bedside table. He pulls out a set of silk scarves, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Let's start by restraining this beautiful woman, shall we?"Jake says, looking in Azazel’s direction. Cherrie's pulse quickens as she watches Jake tie the scarves securely around her wrists, fastening them to the bedposts. Her heart races with a combination of excitement and nervousness as she offers herself to them—vulnerable and completely at their mercy. "There we go," Jake murmurs, trailing his fingers down her arm, and sending shivers across her skin. "Now, let's see what else we have here." He pulls out a vibrator, the soft buzz filling the room as he turns it on.

Cherrie's eyes widen as she feels the vibrating toy ghost across her inner thighs, teasing her, but never quite touching where she craves it the most. "Please..." she whispers, her body twisting against the restraints as her need for release grows stronger.

Azazel, sitting beside her, whispers, "Patience, my dear. We're just getting started." Jake chuckles, his hot breath caressing Cherrie's neck as he leans down to kiss her. At the same time, he presses the vibrator against her wet pussy, making her cry out in pleasure. "Now, let's see how good you are at taking instructions." He moves the vibrator away, causing Cherrie to whimper in disappointment. "Tell me what you want, Cherrie. Beg for it."

Cherrie bites her lip, her eyes pleading as she gazes up at Jake. "Please... I need more. Don't stop." A smile curves Jake's lips, and he presses the vibrator back against her, increasing the speed. Cherrie's eyes roll back, her back arching off the bed as intense sensations rock her body. "Oh, God... yes... right there!" Azazel moves to stand by the bed, his eyes dark with desire as he watches Cherrie squirm and moan. "You like that, baby? You like being at the mercy of another man?"

"Yes... oh, yes!" Cherrie cries out, her body trembling on the edge of release. Jake slowly lowers himself, his mouth finding her swollen clit, and begins to suck gently while his fingers tease the vibrator over her sensitive bundle of nerves. "Oh... oh, Azazel!" Cherrie cries out, her body convulsing with her powerful orgasm rippling through her.

Waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. As the vibrations, and Jake's skilled mouth, continue to work their magic, Cherrie's orgasm continues, prolonging her pleasure until she’s reduced to a whimpering mess, her body sated but still craving more. "Damn, that was beautiful," Jake murmurs, his breath tickling her sensitive skin as he admires his handy work. "But we're not done yet, are we?"

Cherrie shakes her head, her eyes glittering with anticipation. "No... not even close."

Jake winks at Azazel, a silent understanding passing between them.Then, he reaches into the drawer once more, pulling out a bottle of lube and a set of anal beads. Cherrie's eyes widen when she realizes what he intends to do, and a mix of excitement and nervousness wash over her. "Relax, beautiful," Jake murmurs, noticing her hesitation. "I'll take good care of you." With gentle fingers, Jake caresses Cherrie's inner thighs, slowly teasing his way towards her core. He runs his fingers through her wet folds, coating them with her essence before slowly teasing her tight hole. "Breathe, Cherrie. Slow, deep breaths."

Cherrie nods, her body relaxing as she focuses on the sensation of Jake's fingers gently opening her. Slowly, he inserts the first bead, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. When she nods, he continues, slowly working the beads inside her until they are all nestled within her tight heat.

"Oh, God... That feels so..." Cherrie struggles to find the words as the sensation of fullness sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her.

"Perfect?" Jake supplies with a grin, his thumb gently stroking her clit, eliciting a moan from Cherrie.

Azazel, who has been watching the intimate display, moves closer, his breath hot against Jake's ear. "Now, it's your turn to feel some pleasure."

Jake grunts, unable to hold back a groan as Azazel reaches down to stroke his hardening cock. "Fuck, yeah... that feels good."

Azazel leans in, his mouth close to Jake's ear. "I want to watch you fuck her. I want to see that thick cock of yours stretching her pussy while I take care of you." A shiver runs through Jake at Azazel’s dark promise, heightening the anticipation.

Azazel slightly bends Jake over and slides his dick into Jake’s back door. Jake moans and bites his lip. He positions himself between Cherrie's spread legs, slowly pushing himself inside her. Cherrie moans, the feeling of fullness intensifying as Jake's cock stretches her walls.

She lifts her hips, meeting his thrusts as he begins to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency.

Azazel, meanwhile, matches Jake’s strokes as he fucks his tight asshole.

Jake reaches out, brushing his thumb across Cherrie's nipple, causing her to buck her hips and cry out in pleasure. "Oh, fuck... yes!" Cherrie screams.

Jake grunts, his hips moving faster as he nears his climax. "You're so tight, Cherrie. Feeling your pussy clench around my dick and Azazel in my ass... it's driving me crazy."

Cherrie whimpers, her body on the verge of another powerful orgasm as Jake hits all the right spots. "Azazel... please... the beads..."

Understanding her request, Az knows it’s his time to step in. He pulls his dick out of Jake as Cherrie lay on the bed, her body glistening with a mixture of her own juices and Jake's cum.

The restraints that had previously bound her wrists and ankles lay discarded on the sheets, testimony to the passionate play that had unfolded. Azazel stood nearby, his muscular frame a palpable presence. He watched Jake, sweat glistening on his skin, as he leaned over Cherrie, his hands planted on either side of her. A complex emotion flickered in Azazel's eyes - desire tangled with a shadow of something deeper. Jake’s breath is hot against her neck as he whispers something in her ear, his words inviting and filthy.

Cherrie's eyes close in anticipation of another round of pleasure, her lips parting to reveal her pink tongue. Suddenly, without warning, Azazel's hand shoots out, gripping Jake's throat tightly.

The psycho in him has awoken, his possessive nature taking over as he spots the stranger leaning over his woman. With an animal-like growl, he tightens his grip, cutting off Jake's air supply as the surprised man tries to struggle, his eyes bulging. Cherrie, her senses heightened by the evening's debauchery, feels the sudden tension in the room.

Her eyes fly open to see Azazel's dark form towering over her, his hand around Jake's throat. She revels in the raw, unchecked power that Azazel displays. A dark smile plays on her lips as she watches the life drain from Jake's eyes.

Azazel's free hand shoots out, grabbing a nearby pillow, and he presses it over Jake's face, smothering any last, struggling breath from him. The moment Jake's body goes limp, Azazel lets go, watching with a detached curiosity as the dead man slumps onto Cherrie.

"Baby, you're so fucking hot when you're deadly," Cherrie purrs, her hands reaching up to caress Azazel's strong arms. The danger of the moment has only served to heighten her arousal, and she can see the same dark hunger burning in Azazel's eyes.

Azazel grabs Jake by the shoulders and roughly pulls him off Cherrie, letting the dead body fall unceremoniously to the floor. Without a second glance, he turns back to Cherrie, his eyes raking over her naked form. "You're mine," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "All mine to fuck and protect."

Cherrie sits up, her breasts heaving as she basks in the afterglow of the kill and the anticipation of what’s to come. "Yes baby, I’m all yours.”Azazel needs no further invitation. He climbs onto the bed, his eyes never leaving Cherrie's as he positions himself between her thighs. His hands grip her hips roughly, pulling her towards him as he leans down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss.

Cherrie moans into his mouth, her hands tangling in his short, black hair. She pulls him closer as their tongues dance in a passionate, hungry embrace.

He breaks the kiss, trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, leaving love marks that will last for days.

Cherrie arches her back, offering herself to him, her hands running down his broad back to cup his firm ass, and pulling him against her.

Azazel's hands roam, squeezing and caressing Cherrie's soft, curvy body. He worships her breasts, mouth suckling on her hard nipples, his tongue swirling and teeth gently biting as he elicits moan after moan from her. His hand slides down her flat stomach, his fingers dipping into her wetness, coating them with her juices before moving lower to gently circle her tight asshole.

"Oh fuck, Azazel," Cherrie whispers, her head falling back as she pants. "You know I'm yours to take. Every hole, baby. Use me however you want."

Smiling against her skin, Azazel inserts a finger into her tight hole, feeling her clench around him. He scissors and twists his finger, stretching and preparing her as she bucks her hips, desperate for more. He adds another finger, repeating the same motion.

"That's it, right there," Cherrie urges, her voice hoarse with need. "Fuck my ass, Azazel. Claim me."

Azazel growls his approval as he lines up his thick cock with her tight entrance. He pushes slowly, feeling her resistance give way as he buries himself balls-deep in her ass. Cherrie cries out, a mixture of pleasure and pain crossing her face as she adjusts to his size. He gives her a moment to accommodate his size before beginning to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and force. He hammers into her, the bed creaking with the force of his thrusts as his hands grip her hips, guiding his cock in and out of her tight heat.

Cherrie's nails dig into the bedsheets, her head thrashing from side to side as she pants. "Oh yes, yes! Harder, baby, harder!"

His pace quickens, the slapping of skin on skin filling the room along with their grunts and moans. Azazel leans forward, his lips finding Cherrie's ear as he whispers, "You like it when I fuck your ass, baby? You like it when I claim you like this?" "Yes, oh fuck yes!" Cherrie cries out, her body on the edge. "I'm yours, Azazel, only yours. Mark me, take me, own me!"

His hand snakes between them, his fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he pounds into her ass. "Cum for me, my little slut," he growls.

Cherrie screams as the orgasm hits her, her body shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Azazel feels her ass clench around him, milking his cock, and it’s all the encouragement he needs. With a few more powerful thrusts, he unleashes his own orgasm, his seed spraying deep into her ass. Collapsing onto Cherrie, Azazel pants, his forehead resting against hers as they both struggle to catch their breath. "You're amazing, baby," he whispers, his hand gently stroking her hair. "Mine, all mine."

Cherrie smiles, her fingers tracing patterns on his muscular back. "Yours, always," she agrees, her voice still breathy from their passionate encounter.

"Now, let's clean this up and get out of here." With a wicked glint in his eye, Azazel leans in for one more kiss, their lips locking in a passionate embrace that promise more depraved delights to come.