Dario was awoken by the slurping and suckling sounds that were now spreading all over the room.
He opened his heavy eyes only a quarter way to check where the noise was coming from and almost choked on his saliva when he saw Kally on her knees with Ilay standing before her, fucking her mouth.

His head was turned to the ceiling biting his lower lip as if to suppress his moans as he drove his cock further down Kally's throat.
Never had he ever thought he'd wake up to such an erotic scene. But what was more shocking was that Kally, despite the tears, seemed to be enjoying being used by Ilay.

She didn't care whether he was crazy, fucked up, or even that he shot her ten hours earlier. Making Dario believe that she was truly Ilay's match without a doubt. He confessed to himself that he would never have done what she had when his life was on the line.
Sure, he loved Ilay, but not to the point of giving up his life.
He could now accept that she was indeed going nowhere without Ilay unless death separated them.

But even then, had they not promised to even die together?
'Two fucking psychos. Was one not enough for me?'

In silence, he continued watching them, his hand unconsciously starting to trace his erection over his pants.
The view he got from the couch was clear till he could see her throat bulge as Ilay's cock pushed its way in.
Staring at her take a cock so well made him wish he could drive his own in her mouth or even let her have both at the same time.

"Good girl," Ilay praised now looking down at her and even caressing her face. "I had missed this lewd mouth of yours for a while, aaah," he moaned pressing his eyelids shut while savoring the sensation of her tongue, lips, and throat working on his cock.
This is how it all began.
She had willingly offered to blow him in exchange for her freedom. And he had allowed it just to embarrass her and feel good at the same time. But now he actually looked forward to having his cock in her holes, all of her holes.

She had already proven herself. Proved she was the right woman he could ever have who didn't want him for his status.
Now he would love her in his own way. As twisted as it would be to the rest of the world, he'd do it. Because love was not something he could find.
Heck! It had taken him countless betrayals and being used by multiple women and men to find her.

He would never have guessed that the teenager he was introduced to years back would be his soul mate. He still remembered the cautious look Kally had given him the night they met for the first time. He had felt undressed by a mere look without her even knowing his true self.
Yet here they were, already bare to each other, body and soul, and learning to accept each other bit by bit.

He had kept thinking about how she bravely stood there waiting to be shot. The memory was both touching and hot. Which was why he couldn't control himself the second he got back into the room. And she had dutifully offered to take care of his erection without caring about her wound.
If this wasn't love, Ilay didn't know what else it could be.
But...it wasn't. At least, not yet.
Regardless, obsession was still love in his dictionary. So it didn't matter what he actually felt for her. All he was certain of was that he wanted her, every part of her, to belong only to him. He'd lock her up and break her legs if she tried to leave him. That was how much Ilay craved Kally.

Groaning in pure pleasure caused by the assurance that she was fully his, body and soul, Ilay released the fiercest load he had been holding in for two days, and Kally willingly accepted it.

"You're fucking, awesome," he complimented pulling her to her feet despite the slight coughs. "Come here." Gently, Ilay picked her up, having her wind her legs at his waist while his hands supported her by grabbing her ass.
"Don't move too much or you'll fall and break your pretty neck," he instructed while walking towards the nearest wall.

"What do you want to d..."
Ilay pressed her back on the wall and grinned.

"Something fun," he teased and his hands began lifting her ass higher and higher.
Kally's legs abandoned his waist to allow him to position her as he wanted.
And when she realized exactly what he intended, she experienced both thrill and tension.

He finally got her where he wanted. Her pussy at his face and her legs on his shoulders like a reversed shoulder ride.
His hands didn't leave her ass nor did he move too close to the wall to alter her balance.

This was one crazy position that he had never tried with anyone else. But the desire to give her special experiences to please her in return was fogging his brain.

"Relax, I won't let you fall," he assured but got a weird reaction from Kally.
She gasped and her hands tightened in his hair.

"Don't...don't speak with your mouth there. It feels weird," she breathed.
It didn't feel weird. She knew exactly what it felt like. The vibration caused by him and his hot breaths on her bare pussy reminded her of the vibrator they had stuffed in her days ago.

Ilay disobeyed and laughed.
"Ilay," she moaned, trying to control her body so as not to squirm lest she hit the ground and even die. Using his hair as her support along with the wall, Kally regained her stability. But it was almost fully lost when Ilay's tongue invaded her clit armed with moisture and warmth.

She moaned out, wishing she could free her hands and cover her mouth. But that would be risky.
'Keep going,' Ilay encouraged her with his curious eyes on her face and his tongue on her clit teasing it.

He loved seeing the expressions crossing her face to each lick and suck he made. He agreed that this sight was better than even Drakon's golden throne which he had dreamt of for years.

Teasing her like this with nowhere to hide, her blush quickly gave him another hard-on.
But his focus now was not on himself, but rather, all on Kally. Hearing her soft moans and his name break through her lips was the most delightful music to grace his ears.
Every time she moaned, whether in the present or the past, his body wanted to do everything to make her moan louder till the whole world could hear. Because she was his woman. And she could do whatever she pleased as long as she was with him.

"I...lay!" Kally's head fell back on the wall, her hands still firm in his hair.
'This feels too fucking good. I feel like cumming already. But I shouldn't. Not when he's being so dramatically hot with my body.'

Dario, who had been watching this whole thing play out right before his eyes, was unable to just stay out of it.
He wanted to be part of this madness. To please the two of them and be pleased back by either of them.

While Ilay was busy eating Kally, Dario showed up on his feet.
He caressed Ilay's thighs slowly while making his way between his crotch and the wall while on his knees.

Without breaking his concentration on Kally, Ilay stepped back a little to create room for the third party.
Dario smiled, accepting the invitation, and immediately took Ilay's rock-hard cock into his hands to stroke it with one hand while the other stroked his own cock.
He opened his mouth and leaned forward, letting the full length slowly and steadily him up as Kally had done.

And when he heard Ilay's muffled groan which triggered Kally's fierce moan, Dario began rubbing himself even harder. These two would soon be the death of him. He could tell this much without the need for a seer.