Chapter-93: wedding night with father in law and brother in law instead of husband part-1
Under the orders of Mohini, Zeke and Luther actually arranged secret cameras in the wedding night room carefully. There are sound recorders that are arranged to record the sounds like surround sounds in all directions.
One can get a high quality video and audio recording at the end of this. Mohini was going to perform with one after the other. Martin that drank little wine looked drunk and Mohini looked similar.
But she is acting. Martin is also acting at this moment because he got a quest from the system. On the wedding night the system wanted to share his wife with others. When they went into the wedding night they did nothing other than undressing and getting on to the bed to sleep.
In the wedding room where Mohini and martin are acting sleeping after just drinking a little as if they are drunk, the doors of the wedding room opened and from it came is the father in law Markus and brother in law Brutus.
They carefully carried martin to the side to place on a coach and then got on the bed with Mohini and wanted to arouse her step by step. Mohini woke up in the before they started and said to them.
"...Martin is really not good at doing that. As his father and brother... you have to take responsibility for me."
The words, a husky whisper that cut through the heavy silence of the wedding suite, hung in the air like a challenge. Markus, her father in law, froze, his thick fingers still curled around the delicate strap of her wedding gown.
Brutus, the brother in law, let out a sharp, ragged gasp from his post near her feet. Her eyes fluttered open, not with the groggy confusion of someone roused from a wine soaked slumber, but with the sharp, lucid clarity of a predator.
A slow, deliberate smile touched her lips as she took in their stunned faces, their eyes wide with a mixture of shock and raw, undisguised hunger for lust.
Her gaze drifted over to the couch where Martin, her new husband, lay in his feigned, sleep, a performance as convincing as her own that only she knows the truth and even martin don't know that he was exposed to her.
This was the plan. This was the game. A little while ago Mohini started her act right after martin started his act thinking that he fooled Mohini completed. To him Mohini likes to cheat on him but loves him. To Mohini, martin loves her and does things as the system suggested.
That is suggested by her. It is for the benefits of both of them. After they started acting nothing happened for a while but then it started to happen. The flower thieves came in at the right time.
The door had clicked open an eternity ago, the sound masked by the distant hum of the hotel's ventilation. Two large shadows had detached themselves from the hallway's gloom and slipped inside, moving with a practiced stealth that belied their size.
"Is he out?" Markus's voice was a low rumble. "Like a light. The stuff in his wine worked fast," Brutus grunted and his eyes, even in the dim light, were already glued to the bed, to the shape of Mohini beneath the silk sheets.
They'd moved Martin first, lifting his dead weight with strained grunts, depositing him onto the plush velvet chaise lounge in the corner.
He'd made a soft, unconscious sound, a perfect mimicry of deep sleep, and they'd paused, hearts hammering, before turning their full attention to the prize. Markus had approached the bed first.
His calloused hand felt so out of place in the refined suite, reached out and slowly pulled the duvet down. Mohini lay on her back, one arm flung above her head, the picture of innocent repose.
The thin, almost transparent nightgown did nothing to hide the magnificent swell of her melons, the deep valley between them and the way the pale pink silk clung to the hardened points of her cherries.
Brutus came up beside him, his breathing already turning shallow. "Fack, look at her," he breathed, the words dripping with lust. Markus didn't speak. His thumb brushed over her collarbone, a rough, possessive stroke.
Then his hands were on the straps of her gown, easing them down her shoulders with tenderness that was at odds with the greedy fire in his eyes. The silk whispered over her skin, sffft… sffft… pooling at her waist.
That's when her eyes had opened. That's when she'd spoken. Now, emboldened by her invitation, all pretense of caution vanished. Markus's mouth crashed down onto hers, his tongue pushing past her lips in a claiming, wine tinged kiss.
At the same time, Brutus's hands, trembling with urgency, grabbed the silk at her waist and yanked it down her legs, throwing it to the floor. She was bare beneath them. Exposed... "You want us to take responsibility, girl?"
Markus growled against her mouth, his hand cupping one full, heavy melon, his thumb rasping over the cherry. It peaked instantly under his touch, a hard nub begging for attention. "Mmmm, yes," she moaned, arching her back, pushing her chest into his hand.
"Show me how a real man does it." The words were a catalyst. Brutus, kneeling at the foot of the bed, grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart, his eyes devouring the sight of her bare lower mouth.
He leaned forward, his hot breath washing over her, and his tongue lashed out in one long, flat stroke from her entrance to her clit. Glrrrk... Mohini's head fell back, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.
"Oh! Yes! Right there..!" Markus moved down, replacing his hand with his mouth, sucking a stiff cherry deep, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. The dual assault was overwhelming.
One man feasting on her chest, his broad hands kneading the soft, heavy weight of her other melon, making it jiggle and bounce with his movements. The other buried between her thighs, his tongue Facking into her with damp, sloppy noises.
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