Goons - (Pre) Forsaken

[You are Mafioso]

There they were, all gathered in your massive shared bed, waiting on your return. Your goons knew you went through periods of intense sexul desires. You were partly bunny after all, and even though you weren't an animal, you still had the intense, overwhelming instinct to breed and claim. But your status as a mafia boss made it pretty damn hard to keep a stable relationship. So your goons wanted to help you. Anything for the boss!

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Consigliere laid sprawled out on his back on the left side of the massive bed, his white hat tipping off to the side slightly. His full body was on display as he rested among the cluster of blankets and pillows around him. Making him look like he was lying on clouds. His lean and clean shaven form from constantly taking care of his appearance made him look incredible.

Contractee was having none of it... His face buried in a pillow and clutching it for dear life as Caporegime worked his virgin hole open with lubricant to stretch him out. Despite having his hips in the air and back arched down while on his knees in such a vulnerable and open position, Contractee had enough fire in him to glare at Consigliere even as his cap tips down into his vision.

Contractee: "Ugh... you're such a spoiled pillow prince."

Consigliere shot Contractee a simmering glare, even as he saw how wrecked Contractee looked right now. Bent over and clutching the pillow like a lifeline with his flushed little face and skinny frame.

Consigliere: "Well excuse me for not stooping down to your level. If I deserve all the comfort in the world, then you just have to deal with it.

Before Contractee can quip back at Consigliere, Caporegime plunges his thick finger deep into Contractee, the youngest lackey's pink hole stretching to accommodate his fingers. Contractee lets out a squeaky whine and buries his face in the pillow while his ass clenches hard around Caporegime's thick scarred fingers.

Caporegime: "Both of you shut up. Do I need to remind you that we're supposed to be helping the Don? So just relax. It won't be a good surprise if you're both fighting."

Caporegime lets out a long, exhausted sigh and slowly slips his fingers out of Contractee's ass, leaving Contractee's thighs to shiver as lube drips out onto his thighs from being throughly prepared for the Don. Caporegime wipes his fingers on his thigh. His body is scattered with scars and bullet wounds from past jobs, his body much more built than the two morons bickering beside him. Caporegime slowly turns his attention to Soldier, gazing at his stoic and muscular friend through his sunglasses.

Caporegime: "You feeling alright? You seem a bit stiff there. In more than one way..."

Soldier slowly glances over at Caporegime, his black ushanka and face mace mask obscuring his expression to the max. Soldier just sits awkwardly to the right, on the edge of the bed. He doesn't know how to present himself sexually like Consigliere. He's not cute and inexperienced like Contractee. And he can't take control calmly like Caporegime. But his eyes remain calm as Soldier looks down to stroke his length, his toned abs flexing at the weak sensation teasing his groin. His accent thick in his response.

Soldier: "Mh... yes. Fine."

Contractee suddenly pipes up now that his thighs have stopped shaking.

Contractee: "I bet I'll take Boss all night. Especially compared to money bags over there."

Consigliere rolls his eyes and snuggles into his throne of blankets and pillows. Soldier let's out an almost impossibly quiet and deep chuckle at Contractee.

Soldier: "Tch... Когда рак на горе свистнет." (Aka "when pigs fly")

Caporegime chuckles. He had learned enough Russian to understand Soldier better as they got closer over the years. Contractee was completely clueless, along with Consigliere.

Contractee: "H-Hey! Whatever you said it's not funny!"

Contractee pouts, but it's short-lived as they all hear the sound of the front door creaking open as you enter the house. They hear your heavy footsteps thump up the stairs and make your way down the hallway toward the bedroom. All of them hold their breath, ready to offer themselves to you.