Luca’s smug grin grew further as the assassin girl writhed beneath his prized concubine’s attentive tongue.<br/><br/>Rising from his throne, the teifling moved behind Nichole and lifted her bottom.  “Don’t stop,” he commanded her softly.<br/><br/>He pressed his rampant member down her channel once more and began to ravish her slowly.  His strokes were long and steady.  He could move faster, distract her more thoroughly from her task.<br/><br/>But he preferred to tease…<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>Luca glanced back at Nichole with a sly smile on his lips.  “Why yes.  Yes I am.  Why don’t you come here and take a look?”<br/>