“Keep working that pussy,” I growled.“Yes, Master!” Anael moaned.“Make him cum,” Jophiel whimpered, her breasts shaking.The other angels w...atched.“Cum in me, Master!” she moaned. “I love it when I feel your cock spurting in me. It feels so amazing. It makes me quiver. I orgasm so hard when you do.”I gasped and moaned, her hips dancing from side to side. The pleasure swelled to that explosive need. That moment of release. My angel’s pussy engulfed my dick, her purple eyes gleaming at me. She. ." she shrugged, " ... A little."I laughed at her and I knew she wasn't jealous. There was no reason for her to be, and Katrina had watched me scene with a hundred different people over the last few years. Those people had all been special of course, but only for the hour or two that we'd been together. Katrina was something else entirely, transcending mere role-play or sexual gratification. She was a part of me and she knew it. What jealousy she felt wasn't for my parents or Jim and Cheryl, it. Her eyes were still half closed and glazed, the way they always were when she was in a frenzy, so Harris grasped her and asked more firmly, “Please, what, Akira?”She blinked in confusion and stammered, “I- Daddy- huh?”He smiled a little, her beauty pleasing him as always, the flush turning her amber skin into a tawny glow. “You said, Daddy, please. What were you asking Daddy to do? It’s okay,” he added quickly, because she’d learned in small ways that she was for him, and that her wishes were. He could expect a big reception when he got back to camp because the Indians loved mule meat! He would undoubtedly receive a coup feather for the accomplishment, and he might even pick up a wife as a result of his exploit. That would depend on whom he dedicated the feast of mule meat to.Well, if I was going to save my mules, I had better get my ass on a horse pretty damned soon. I grabbed up my Henry rifle and left Ma in charge as I rode off after the mule thief. At least, the Indian did leave.