5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Mari and Rio worked on party plans in her office while enjoying afternoon tea. Giselle had outdone herself with the scones and Rio slathered them with delicious toppings before feeding them to Mari with a satisfied smile as she read over an email that Willow had sent about decor. The door between her office and Cisco's was open so he could listen and offer input while he was going through some inventory lists.

Dasher strolled into Cisco's office and waited for Cisco to look up before he said, "The guy you sent us to check on is no longer a problem."

Cisco leaned back in his chair and folded his hands across his stomach. "What did you find?"

Dasher bared his teeth in a snarl. "He had two of the submissives on the list tied up in a closet. Banged up, but okay. We took them to the club for medical treatment after Dancer finished taking out the trash."

"Nova?"

Dasher grimaced and shook his head. "We asked if he knew where she was but he didn't have anything to say on the matter." He eased his hands into his jean pockets. "Samar's guy was clean, so there's only a few left on your list of likely names."

Cisco licked the tip of one fang. "One of them is the seraphim."

"That one is probably a bigger job. Might need all hands on deck."

Cisco nodded. "Let's clear the others first, then we'll make a plan for Vincent. Report to Kima about what you found."

"You got it, boss." Dasher turned and headed out of the office.

Rio was on his feet before the door closed behind the hellhound. Mari pretended to go back to her work, even though she felt the urge to go comfort Cisco after the news as well. Rio was who Cisco needed right now. They had been through so much together, and Cisco only allowed himself to be truly vulnerable when Rio was nearby.

Cisco turned in his chair, pinching his lip in thought. He glanced up when Rio stood in front of him. "I'm worried that it's been too long," Cisco said.

Rio reached to touch one of his curls. "She's tough as nails. You know that."

Cisco nodded and pulled Rio into his arms, burying his face in Rio's chest.

"We're going to find her," Rio said in Spanish as he hugged Cisco's head to him.

Cisco didn't say anything at all as he held Rio close.

Mari tried to go back to her work, but concern over what might be happening to the missing people made it difficult to concentrate.

Eventually Cisco and Rio drifted into her office. Cisco turned her chair so that she faced him. "I've been informed by Rio that the most comforting place in this entire compound is between your thighs."

She glanced up at him, surprised when she could guess what he needed by the tension across his shoulders. "Do you need comfort, Francisco?" She rested one hand on her thigh and pulled up her skirt the barest inch so that he couldn't quite see her panties, but knew they were just beyond.

"I do," he rumbled with his eyes on her fingers where they curled under the hem of her skirt. "I'm worried about my friend and I can't do anything more about that right now."

"I'm worried about her too; about all of them." She slid her skirt up another inch, so that he could definitely see her panties now. "If it would help you to lose yourself in me for a while, I'm more than happy to provide you that comfort."

Nodding, Cisco dropped to his knees without her even asking. Behind him, Rio sat in another chair as he looked on, his face warm with approval. She smiled at Rio, hoping he understood the depth of her gratitude. Because while Cisco certainly needed comfort, so did she.

Cisco's clawed hands slid up her thighs, grabbing hold of her panties and pulling them down her legs in a slow glide. She didn't move, letting him work for it. He set them on her desk, licking his lips as he appraised her. "You're so perfect. I would worship you like this every day of my life if you asked me to."

She smiled indulgently and reached to caress his horn. "Kiss me, Francisco." She tugged his head forward and he came willingly, parting her thighs as he dipped his head.

He kissed the apex of her seam with a feather-light brush of his lips. His eyes tilted upward to meet hers as he slipped his tongue between her slick folds. He murmured into her mound as he tasted her with a masculine sound of enjoyment that made her want to rub herself all over him.

She gripped his horn and canted her hips to give him better access, her knees bending around his shoulders to hold herself up off the chair. He wrapped his hands around her ass, supporting her easily as his tongue toyed with the piercing in her clit.

Desire wound through her, spreading out from her pelvis in a creeping wave, making her magic tingle along her nerves. "That's right," she purred to him. "Show me what your talented mouth can do."

He sucked her clit between his lips with a greedy sound that made her rock her hips into him. Pulling at her throbbing nub with rhythmic suction, he continued to tease her piercing with his tongue. His tail wrapped around one ankle, as if he couldn't bear the thought of her escaping him, even though she had no intention of trying—his mouth felt too fucking good.

She raised her eyes to look at Rio watching them. Hunger sharpened his features and the golden glow of the puma reflected in his eyes. She reached to pull down the straps of her sundress, smiling when he licked his lips as her tits came into view. She stroked her nipples as he watched, his expression ravenous.

Without warning, Cisco bit down on her clit, making her yelp and her hips jerk. Rio grinned when her tits bounced with the motion, his delight evident.

She gripped Cisco's horn again roughly, staring down at him. "Naughty," Mari chided.

He murmured an unintelligible plea for forgiveness into her cunt, ending with a dirty swirl of his tongue around her clit.

"For that, you don't get to come until you get us both off with your mouth," she said with relish.

He groaned into her flesh. The lust in his gaze conveying exactly how much he enjoyed that idea.

"Is that what you want?" she asked with a hiss. "For both of us to use your mouth for our pleasure?"

He nodded slightly and sighed against her.

"Slide that dirty tongue inside me." She tugged his head in the direction she wanted him and he obliged immediately, slipping down her folds and then thrusting in. Moaning, she lifted her hips and pulled on his horn to drive his tongue as deep as possible. She settled into a hard rhythm, fucking herself against his face with enthusiasm.

Mari reached with her free hand to strum her clit in time with the delectable strokes, feeling her magic surge within her. She looked up at Rio. While she watched he eased his joggers down and started stroking his hard cock to the same rhythm, his eyes following her tits as she rode Cisco's tongue.

Saints, she loved being watched. She loved the way it felt wrong in exactly the right way. Her cunt clenched deliciously around Cisco's tongue.

"Rio is touching himself while he's watching us," she said as she leaned back, knowing by the sharpening of his gaze that it accentuated the bouncing of her tits in a way he liked.

Cisco moaned against her, sending vibrations through her that made her ache in the very best way. She picked up her pace, smiling seductively when Rio's hand did the same.

"He's going to be so turned on by the time he pushes his cock in your mouth," Mari said in a low voice. "I can't wait to watch." She tugged on her piercing a few times until she felt herself on the edge, then bore down around his tongue to hold it at bay just a little longer.

She pulled his horn so he had no choice but to bury his face in her cunt and rubbed herself against him, enjoying the muffled sounds of his efforts to breathe. His claws dug into her ass and pressed her against his greedy mouth. Pleasure sparked through her, making her back arch.

The orgasm poured through her in a rush, her muscles squeezing his tongue as it continued to stroke inside her. Her magic pulsed out into the wards each time her clit throbbed under her fingers.

"Fuck, that was good," she said as soon as she could breathe again. "Now clean me up."

Cisco savored her with long strokes of his tongue for a few more minutes, eagerly nuzzling against her with small noises of pleasure. When she felt her arousal curling tight again, she gestured for Rio to come over, even though she wasn't appreciably less messy than when he'd started, quite the contrary.

Mari relaxed into the chair again, easing her legs from Cisco's shoulders.

She used her grip on Cisco's horn to turn his head so he came face to face with Rio's cock. The hungry look that came over him made a shiver trickle down her spine. He opened his mouth without prompting, swallowing Rio's thick cock down the moment it was presented to him.

Rio hissed a curse under his breath, reaching to grab Cisco's other horn.

Cisco let the two of them direct his movements as Rio thrust into his mouth, even though he was more than strong enough to resist them both, and somehow that was the sexiest part of the whole experience—that he was trusting them to take care of him in this moment when he needed comfort.

They angled his head back sharper as Rio plunged deep and the adoration in Cisco's gaze when he looked up at Rio almost undid her.

"Saints," she rasped. "That's hot." She unfurled her magic, stroking both of them with it at once, making them both groan. She pushed her chair back and dropped to her knees next to Cisco, reaching to undo his pants and get his cock out. He moaned around Rio's cock as she started to manhandle him. If the unsteady rocking of his hips was any indication, he was already perilously close to the edge.

Mari leaned closer to whisper in his ear, "Forget what I said before. I want to watch you come while swallowing his cock." She squeezed him, making his hips jerk. "Take him all the way."

"Fuck," Rio gasped as Cisco leaned forward to engulf him completely.

When Cisco's nose was pressed to Rio's pelvis, she stroked him with quick, hard strokes. After around a dozen cycles of her hand, he pulled back, panting for breath.

Rio stared down in wonder, his shaking hand moving over Cisco's horn lovingly.

Once he recovered, Cisco dove in again with an eager murmur. He closed his eyes as he tilted his head back to take Rio all the way. Mari crooned in his ear as she worked him with her hand again, at the same time she strummed along his magic with hers. He stayed longer than he had before, pulling back with a spluttering moan.

Mari waited until his breathing returned to normal and then began to fondle him slowly, spreading the precum around the broad head of his cock with her fingers. "This time I want you to come," she purred. "Take him all the way and hang on as long as you can." She picked up the speed of her hand, squeezing on the upward pass until he moaned and leaned forward again.

She pushed hard with her magic, the rhythmic pulse of it matching the pace of her hand precisely. Cisco vibrated with tension that was bound up inside him. Rio fucked into his throat with a desperate groan.

The climax tore through Cisco with a shudder, his spine arching and his wings flaring out. Mari captured as much of his cum as she could and stroked his cock with the added lubrication. Rio backed off after a few seconds to let him breathe. A helpless moan was muffled around Rio's cock as Cisco's hips continued to surge.

Mari turned her magic's attention on Rio, sending a pulse into him that made him rock forward with sudden urgency. He came after a handful more shallow thrusts, and Cisco struggled to swallow it all as he was still caught in the throes of his own passion.

Once the both of them had somewhat recovered, Mari took her panties from the desk and cleaned Cisco up.

Cisco sat back on his heels, running a hand through his hair. "Gods, that was the best distraction ever." He wrapped an arm around Mari and pulled her close, reaching up with his other hand to pull Rio down to join them on the floor. They all held each other for a long while, quietly enjoying each other's company.

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They arrived at the law witch's office dressed to kill, with all the swagger appropriate for the ruling trio of Las Vegas. Mari felt the anticipatory humming of her magic all the way to her fingertips.

Pricilla stared long and hard at Cisco as they walked into the office, like she wanted to take a turn devouring him. Then she looked even longer at Mari who didn't miss the way the submissive sex witch's eyes widened slightly when they did a very satisfying double-take of Mari's tits.

Mari could kiss Cisco for this outfit, and would later. A dark red bustier with black lace trim was the perfect frame for her assets and was paired with a delicate black skirt that shimmered with magic woven into the fabric when she moved. The stockings were her favorite roses and thorns motif, held up by a garter belt that just barely peeked out under the hem of the skirt. Sky-high black heels and a flowing wrap of black silk completed the look.

Once again they didn't shake hands. The closest Mari got to touching her was when Pricilla leaned close to whisper her magical safeguard into Mari's ear.

"Persimmon," Pricilla whispered solemnly, like a promise that echoed.

Mari had no choice but to respect the word when uttered with intent while either of them worked magic, it was scrawled on the deepest part of her with a scratchy quill pen.

"You coming along for the afterparty?" Mari asked Pricilla as they filed out of the room.

The other witch glanced over her chest again and blushed. "I think I'll pass this time. Though I am sorely tempted."

Mari grinned. "The invitation for a spot next to us is always open. We'll be at the club every Friday for the foreseeable future."

Pricilla nodded with wide eyes and then scurried off muttering something about packing before any of them could try to convince her again.