Godfather System C95 Big bad wolf (R-18)

In New York, in the Corleone residence, the mood was tense. Word had spread like wildfire about a failed attempt on Don Corleone's life at the Lincoln Medical Center. Sonny Corleone, the eldest son, paced the room, his face flushed with anger and concern. He had already ordered the caporegimes to ready their soldiers, preparing for a potential retaliation.

Sonny stormed into the Don's hospital room, his breath rapid, upon hearing of his father's condition. Michael, his younger brother, was there, speaking softly to their father.

"Father!" Sonny rushed to their side, his voice raised with relief. "Are you alright? I heard from Michael that the guards were... taken care of."

Don Vito Corleone, the Don of the Corleone family, lay in the hospital bed, his chest bandaged from the attempted hit. He smiled weakly at his son's outburst. "I am fine, son... it's only a flesh wound."

Sonny's fists clenched at his father's understatement, but he forced himself to relax. "I also heard that Michael was almost..."

"I know, I know," Vito interjected, his voice still raspy. "But fortunately, someone came to our rescue... someone unexpected."

Sonny's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Who was it? I want to thank him personally."

Michael glanced at their father, who nodded, giving him permission to divulge the information. "Lorenzo... It was his men, sent to... 'keep an eye' on pops, I suppose. They arrived just as me and that baker, Enzo were being ambushed by the assailants."

"They arrived in the nick of time," Vito said, his voice still weaker than usual but with a tinge of gratitude.

"Thank god," Sonny sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Rest well, pops. I'll handle everything..." He added, his voice filled with determination.

However, he couldn't shake the thought of their unexpected savior. "Honestly, I never expected Lorenzo to help us out... especially when he's halfway across the country in the West Coast."

Don Vito and Michael exchanged knowing glances before the Don spoke up. "Don't underestimate our friend, Sonny. It seems that Lorenzo has his informants all over the city. He knew about the attack as soon as it happened."

Sonny's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he quickly nodded in understanding. "I see. So, he's still keeping tabs on our city, huh?"

Don Vito coughed, wincing slightly from the pain. "Lorenzo is a friend, Sonny. Don't forget that."

Sonny took in his father's words, a million thoughts racing through his head. He knew the Don was right. With a curt nod, he left the room, his mind already spinning with plans and contingencies.

***

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, Lorenzo was enjoying a fine Cuban cigar on his balcony, overlooking the glittering cityscape of the West Coast. His mind buzzed with a familiar tone, signifying a system notification. He placed the cigar in an ashtray and checked his system.

[Ding! You successfully protected Don Corleone!]

[You have received the following rewards: The Corleone's eternal gratitude, Golden Ring, and Mystery Reward.]
 
Lorenzo arched an eyebrow, well aware of the weight of the Corleone family's gratitude. He knew better than to take it lightly, but at the same time, he was glad that he'd been able to help an old friend in need.

[The Corleone's eternal gratitude: The Corleone family will now have an 'eternal gratitude' towards you, but this status could change depending on the situation.]

He nodded, understanding the fickle nature of the underworld crime. "Nothing lasts forever," he mumbled to himself.

[Golden Ring: This 'ring' will increase your charm and make you more pleasing to the eyes of others. This Golden Ring also grants you 2 Aura Power per day; Aura Power can be used to intimidate a target into submission.]

Lorenzo's eyes gleamed with interest. "Well, well, a little something to help with those... persistent negotiations." He slid the ring onto his pinky finger, admiring the way it caught the moonlight.

[Mystery Reward: You can open this reward at any moment to reveal your true reward.]  

Lorenzo glanced at the Mystery Reward, deciding to open it later. For now, he wanted to unwind after the day's events. He rose from his chair and stretched, his muscular frame rippling underneath his expensive silk robe. The cool night air brushed against his face, and he lit a fresh cigar, savoring the aroma as he waited for Deborah and Mica to get ready.

 Deciding to focus on more pressing matters, he head back to his room, where Deborah and Mica were getting ready.

When he knocked on the door, he could hear Deborah's voice inviting him in.

"You can come in," Deborah's sultry voice invited.

Lorenzo smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye as he pushed the door open. His jaw practically dropped at the sight before him: Deborah and Mica, clad in sheer, form-fitting nightgowns that teased more than they concealed. His heart rate quickened, and he felt the beginnings of an erection stirring within his robe.

"Mmm, I've been waiting for this all week," he purred, running a finger down Deborah's exposed collarbone. Blushes creased the women's cheeks, both anticipation and nervousness evident in their eyes. This would be their first time engaging in a threesome, let alone with their first man.

"Don't be shy," he coaxed, his newfound charm from the Golden Ring already making itself known. "Tonight is about us, and exploring our desires."

Deborah and Mica exchanged tentative glances, their earlier embarrassment quickly being replaced by budding arousal. With shaky fingers, they began to undress for each other and their waiting man.

As the three of them stood there in the dimly lit room, Deborah met Lorenzo's gaze with a playful glint in her eyes. "Stop looking around and let's start, chicken," she teased, her voice laced with desire. Mica couldn't help but marvel at her Deborah's audacity.

Lorenzo grinned, accepting the challenge. "You're on." He effortlessly discarded his robe, revealing his naked, chiseled body. Deborah didn't bat an eyelid, having become accustomed to his fine physique over the months, but Mica had a different reaction.

Mica's jaw dropped, her eyes locking onto the formidable bulge between Lorenzo's legs. It had been months since she'd last laid eyes on him in such a state, and the sight of his hardened shaft sent shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins. Her knees buckled, and she felt the wetness between her thighs.

Lorenzo and Deborah couldn't help but chuckle, sensing Mica's arousal. "It seems Mica can only watch for now," Deborah purred, her eyes alight with anticipation. "So, let's get started, shall we?"

Lorenzo stepped closer to Deborah, his eyes alight with hunger. "I've wanted this for a week," he growled, his voice guttural as he cupped her ass, molding her against his rock-hard erection. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, their tongues dancing together in a seductive waltz.

"Mhh!" Deborah unleashed a low moan, arching her back as Lorenzo's skilled mouth latched onto her G-spot. His fingers teased her hardened nipples while his tongue danced over her wet folds, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through her body.

After teasing her for what felt like an eternity, Lorenzo lifted Deborah onto the bed, positioning her at the edge, her legs dangling over the side. Her lust-filled eyes met Mica's, who couldn't look away from the erotic display unfolding before her.

Lorenzo continued to assault her sensitive clitoris, driving her wild with each flick of his tongue and nip of his teeth.

Her hips bucked uncontrollably, meeting his every thrust as he buried his face in her wet, warm folds. "Oh, God, Lorenzo! I can't... I'm so close..."

He chuckled against her drenched core, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine, "You're going to beg for it, kitten."

"Lorenzo, please," she begged, her cheeks flushed with arousal, "I need you inside me... now."

Her plea sent shivers down Mica's spine, who couldn't tear her eyes away from the erotic display before her. Deborah's wanton moans and the sight of her being pleasured so expertly by Lorenzo only served to fan the flames of her desire.

"Tell me what you want, Deborah," Lorenzo purred, his voice low and dangerous, as he teased the tip of his engorged length against her swollen entrance.

"I-I want... I want your... your c-cock." Deborah panted, her cheeks on fire. "I want you to fuck me, Lorenzo!"

With a growl of approval, Lorenzo slid his hard length into Deborah's tight, wet heat, eliciting a gasp from both of them. His hips moved, plunging him in and out of her depths as he angled his thrusts to hit that spot deep within her that made her see stars.

"That's it," he panted, his voice ragged with restrained passion, "I've missed this. Your pussy… it's so damn tight."

Deborah's nails dug into his back as she met his thrusts, her body molding to his in a delicious rhythm. The sensation of having him inside her after a week's absence was nothing short of exquisite torture. Her toes curled, her legs wrapping around his waist as she urged him on.

"Harder, Lorenzo! Fuck me harder!" she cried out, her voice muffled by the pillow she was biting down on.

Mica watched from her place on the bed, her hand now between her legs, her eyes never once leaving the erotic sight before her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this turned on, or felt this alive.

The bedframe creaked in time with their frantic motions, the head smacking against the wall in a frenzied tempo. Sweat sheened their bodies, the smell of sex permeating the air as they pushed each other higher and higher.

"Oh, God, I'm… I'm…" Deborah's eyes flew open, her back arching off the bed as her climax ripped through her like lightning, her inner walls clamping down on Lorenzo's thick length.

Deborah's body shuddered and convulsed beneath Lorenzo, her climax tearing through her like a wildfire, consuming every ounce of her energy. Her eyes fluttered shut, her chest heaving from exertion as she tried to catch her breath.

Lorenzo, however, was far from finished. His hips continued their relentless thrusts, his gaze darkening with determination as he sought to bring her to the brink once more. "You thought you could outlast me, huh?" he teased, his grin wolfish as he flipped her over, taking her from behind.

"Lorenzo, no! I can't... I-I can't take anymore!" Deborah panted, her hands gripping the sheets, her knuckles white. But her protests fell on deaf ears as he continued to plunge into her, his rhythm unforgiving.

It wasn't long before her body betrayed her, tightening around him like a vice grip as a second orgasm ripped through her, more powerful than the first. "L-Lorenzo... stop... I... I can't..." she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut, her entire body alight with pleasure.

But Lorenzo was far from done. Position after position, he took her, each time driving her higher and higher until she thought she'd shatter into a million pieces. Sweat glistened on their bodies, their moans and gasps filling the room. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Deborah lay spent on the bed, her eyes closed, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.

Mica watched, her mouth agape, her hand frozen between her legs, her jaw hung open as she watched the scene before her, her astonished eyes glued to the couple. "I… I can't believe it," she breathed. She had always thought Deborah was in control in the bedroom, always emerging victorious over Lorenzo. But what she just witnessed had turned her assumptions upside down.

As the realization sunk in, Mica's face flushed, her own nether regions throbbing in response. "No wonder she accepted me so easily," she said to herself, a mix of surprise and desire in her voice.

It had always been a mystery to Mica why Deborah, who adamantly claimed to be straight, would so readily agree to accept her as another woman in their relationship. But now, it all made sense. Deborah needed her help to satiate the insatiable appetite of her fiancé, Lorenzo.

A wave of arousal washed over Mica as she realized her newfound role in their unconventional relationship. While part of her was shocked, another part of her felt oddly aroused by the idea of being the one to meet Lorenzo's needs, alongside Deborah.

Lorenzo's eyes met Mica's, a challenge in her own. "Oh, I'm looking forward to this," he smirked, his voice husky with desire. With lightning speed, he scooped her up and laid her on the king-sized bed. His lips caught hers in a searing kiss, then trailed down her jawline, suckling on her neck, her hardened nipples, and finally, her aching core. His expert tongue flicked and teased her swollen folds, causing Mica to arch her back and moan loudly.

"Lorenzo, I-I can't… I need you now!" she panted, her hips bucking against him, seeking his hardness.

With a wolfish grin, he positioned himself at her entrance, his member throbbing with anticipation. In one smooth motion, he plunged deep inside her, eliciting a loud moan from both of them.

"Aah!" Mica's eyes flew open, her nails digging into the sheets as he filled her completely.

"Dio mio, Mica," he groaned, savoring the tightness of her wet heat around him. "It's been too long."

Lorenzo started to move, his hips crashing into hers with a primal urgency, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room. He claimed her mouth again, muffling her moans as he made her forget about everything else but the pleasure consuming her.

Deborah stirred, her eyes adjusting to the scene before her. Jealousy flared in her chest for a split second, but it was quickly extinguished by the realization that her heart was safe. As long as long as she was the first in his heart, it didn't matter who else he shared his bed with. Deborah closed her eyes once more, allowing the sound of Mica's moans and the rhythmic slapping of their bodies to lull her back to sleep.

Lorenzo's strokes intensified, his grip on Mica's hips tightening as she clenched around him, her orgasm building. "Cosa bella," he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Cum for me, Mica. Show me what I've been missing."

It was all the encouragement she needed. With a loud cry, Mica's back arched off the bed, her core convulsing around him as she climaxed.