Page 83 of Brox Boar

“That’s what I’m told,” Rex answers. “Constanza is the only one who remembers. Everyone else apart from Don Giacomo is dead or gone.”

“Motherfucker,” I snap, swearing under my breath. Years click into place. Holes fill themselves. Every missing piece suddenly has a shape, and I don’t like any of them. And I need a second to rein it in. My pulse is loud in my ears, heat crawling up my spine, my fists itch for something solid.

Then Brox laughs. It’s unexpected. Sharp. Real.

I don’t understand why Brox is laughing. If anyone should be furious, it’s him. He always carried the weight quieter, deeper. This should have torn him open. But what he does is cuts straight through my anger, slicing my tension clean in half.

“You know what?” Brox says, rolling his shoulders back as if shedding something heavy. “Let’s stop for a moment and celebrate this. Family. New roots. A brother.”

The shift is instant, lighter. The tight lines in everyone’s jaws loosen. Their hands relax around the glasses full of whisky. The air loses its bite and turns charged in a different way, no longer pointed inward, no longer hunting.

What was anger reorganizes itself into clarity that only comes when the truth finally lands and refuses to move.

I lift my glass.

“To blood,” I say. “However it finds us.”

Rex mirrors the gesture.

Brox turns toward the window. “Lana. Noor. Maya.”

They look back, already looking raw, influenced by the maca root. Their lips parted, their eyes half open, in their hand they hold the flute, and with the other one they rub their hips, breasts, they need someone urgently.

Every single man in this space reaches for his crotch.

“Come here,” Rio tells them and pulls up the bottle from the ice bucket.

Lana, Noor, and Maya crawl from the chaise longue by the window to where Rio is. Each one hornier than the other.

“Open.”

They gather around Rio’s legs, and tilt their heads, open their mouths, their tongues flat out as Rio pours champagne directly inside their mouth.

“Take a seat, Rex.” Brox tells him. “You deserve this.”

Rex takes a step back and sits down on the end of the sofa, next to three other men from his group.

Lana doesn’t wait.

She crawls towards Rex, who’s on the sofa, and unbuckles his belt, then trousers. Her lips curl into a smirk as she uncovers his huge cock under his boxers, thick and ready. She licks her lips first, then licks the glans, and she slides his hard, thick cock into her mouth, sucking him off and bobbing on him. He groans and pulls her breasts out of the bra cups, and gropes them.

The three men who are sitting next to him, don’t wait. They get up and kneel behind her, start unbuckling their pants. I sit next to Rex on the sofa, and Lana’s wanton eyes land on me. She knows me, she knows I’ll give her everything she needs.

I slowly start stroking her head, pushing her deeper on Rex’s cock as she bobs. “That’s right, my princess, suck his cock like it’s the last one on earth.”

Rex groans in pleasure, as the first man behind her pulls down her panties and holds her still while burying himself into her cunt like a branding iron.

“Yeees, my little whore. I’ve wanted you since this morning.” He pounds her as her head is bobbing on Rex’s cock. I push her head down and hold her there, don’t let her off. In a moment, she starts fighting for air. Of course, her not being able to breathe is no one’s concern. They’re using her cunt right now, and nothing else matters.

After a while I let her take a breath before pushing her down on Rex again, “You hear that, whore? They know your name here, too.”

She moans and keeps licking, and sucking, and spitting on his cock before wrapping her fingers around it and bobbing her head on him.

“Fuck, Lana, why do you have to get me going so fast,” I mutter, and pull my cock from my pants. She sees me and wraps her other hand around my cock, salivating more, and jumping from Rex to my crotch.

I close my eyes and groan, I missed this little cocksucker so much, just like this, being pounded from behind, the first man growling over her ass, smearing his spunk all over her back and the second one taking over now. While I’m literally flying inside Lana’s mouth cavity, one by one the men line up from behind and fuck her greedily, taking what they want without asking for permission or consent from anyone.

Rex has had enough, he knows with me here he won’t get full attention from Lana’s mouth again, so he moves on.