Demon Spelled (17 page)

Troz palmed her ass and spread her cheeks. Her exposed pussy glistened from her juices and he ran the head of his cock through her slit, wetting his length. Just the tip entered her when he pressed his hips forward, her pussy closed over his crown like a suction cup of wet, satiny heat.

She whimpered as she sucked just the head of Lyx’s dick into her mouth.

“Where should I start first, Lyx?” He asked as his tip disappeared into her cunt once more.

“Her pussy first, then her ass. I like watching you fuck both holes. Like knowing the angel is taking both.”

Clamping both hands on her hips, he held her motionless as he eased into her. The damp glove of her cunt tempted him to ride her hard and come fast. But the diminutive tremble he felt as he ran his palm up her spine convinced him to defy that impulse.

Lyx shifted, going to his knees on the floor and giving her a more comfortable position to suck his dick. While Troz slid the rest of the way into her sheath, Lyx pushed his cock into her mouth. Together they would own her tonight every way imaginable.

He marveled how easily she took not just his girth but length, as well. He leaned over her and pressed moist kisses to her nape, Sanja whimpered when his balls tapped against her. “Stop pining for a life that was never intended for you. Allow us the chance to make you happy.”

Submitting her body to them was one thing. He wanted her to submit her life to them.

With a mouth full of cock, there was no way she could respond.

Troz held her hips as he pulled out, leaving her body completely. He watched as he submerged the head of his cock back inside her, then thrust hard and deep, rougher than he should’ve been. But he struggled not to take her like the demon he was. Thanks to the motherfucker, Jamin, his demon itched for freedom.

Sanja gasped as she lifted the arm closest to Lyx and wrapped her fingers around his hip, stabilizing herself as Lyx fucked her mouth without restraint, every bit like the demon he was. As he watched Lyx’s purple cock sink into her mouth, Troz slowly eased out and shoved back inside. Repeating the movements, he watched her features as he drove into her over and over again. A deep-throated whimper painted Lyx’s cock and was muffled by his fat length.

Troz embedded his sensor skeins into her as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight to his pelvis. The pleasure she experienced was so intense, his control slipped and he rammed into her. In response, she moaned and his thrusts quickened, going so deep his balls tapped against her, and their flesh smacked together. Once more, he buried his skeins into the flesh at her nape. Amazed she neared climax again so soon, he submerged to the hilt in her tight cunt and went motionless. Crying out, she attempted to rock back against him, but he held her steady with his arm wrapped firmly around her waist.

He waited until her release receded, and then he began to ride her again. Slow and deep, she took all of him, her nails digging into Lyx’s flesh. When she neared the edge of release, he stopped once more.

Sanja cried out, her frustration evident. Her channel pulsated around his shaft, driving him crazy with need to pour his seed into her. But Troz was in the mood to play. He released her neck and ran his palm down her spine. He withdrew from her swollen cunt, yanked out the butt plug, eliciting a sharp cry from her, and tossed the toy aside. He pulled her butt cheeks apart, bent down to lick the tight rosetta of her ass, and delighted in the noises that leeched from around Lyx’s cock. “Pass me the oil, Lyx,” he said to his spouse. While he continued tonguing Sanja’s tight hole, his lover retrieved the capsule-lube they’d retrieved earlier for this purpose.

After taking the capsulated lube from Lyx, he placed it against the snug entrance to her backdoor and inserted the pill shaped object as Lyx thrust his cock back into her mouth.

Once the pod was inside her it would burst, lubricating her from the inside out, granting him timeless play. She would crack before he’d be tired of playing.

“Do you want me here?” Troz demonstrated where by sinking his finger into her ass.

She groaned at his sudden penetration, and he waited for Lyx to remove himself from her mouth so she could speak.

“More than is decent.”

Right answer, angel, right answer
. That confession delighted him. Proved she wasn’t as indifferent toward them as she often fabricated. He smiled at Lyx. “
Reward her
,” he mouthed to his spouse, and his lover nodded.

Pleasure wasn’t her recompense, but something she received because they enjoyed giving her bliss. This reward would involve something tangible and very monetary.

Troz kissed one butt cheek and palmed the other. Lyx pushed just the crown of his cock into her mouth. “Suck, my sex-pet, suck only the head. Hard.” Lyx wrapped her hair around his hand. “Harder.”

Troz watched the oral she gave Lyx while he added a second finger into her bottom. He thrust deep and she moaned around Lyx, which caused his spouse’s eyes to roll from pleasure. As Troz fucked her with his digits they exited moist, indicating the capsule he’d inserted had done its job.

“I’m almost there. Suck
hard
on just the tip, and swallow all my cum.” Lyx released his grip on her hair and threaded his fingers through the locks. Her cheeks hollowed, and she slurped on his lover. A few seconds later, Lyx exploded in her mouth with a roar that rattled the dildos and chains hanging from the walls.

As Lyx removed his dick from her mouth, Troz went to his knees behind her, removed his fingers and positioned his dick at her backdoor. “Relax.”

“Just fuck me already, Troz.”

Both men chuckled at her impatience. As the tip of his penis disappeared into the snug entrance of her ass, Sanja moaned and turned her face into the lounger, her arms sliding above her head for her hands to grip the edge of the furniture. To make sure her response was pleasure driven and not riddled with pain, Troz infiltrated her flesh with his skeins. Hedonistic joy surfaced like an atomic blast. The dual sensation of her tight ass engulfing his cock and her own pleasure tested the shackles of his restraint.

Troz watched as he sank his length all the way inside her, her ass expanding to accept him. He reached around and rubbed her clit as he executed slow thrusts into her snug passage. She moaned and arched her back. He took her a little faster, and her nails dug into the cowmyn-leather furniture, the noises leeching from her bloated his vanity. No other had ever made these sounds of pleasure for him, not even Lyx.

He pulled out and flipped her over. She lay sprawled on her back, arms above her head, with her hair a tangled mess about her face and body. Nipples peaked, flushed, and rising and falling with her soft breaths. Lyx had his mouth on one of them a moment later. Sanja’s low-throated whimper confirmed her delight.

Troz clasped the back of her knees, spread her legs and settled between them. Arousal dampened her intimate lips. He positioned his dick at the opening to her ass and entered her completely in one single thrust. Crying out, Sanja arched before she dropped to the furniture. He took her fast and hard, driving into her lubed anus. The sound of slapping flesh was as loud as her cries of bliss and his grunts of enjoyment.

This was the first time he’d taken her face-to-face, and he’d needed this deeper connection with her. Her expression was a canvas of bliss. Eyes closed, delightful noises emerged from her parted lips.

“Look at me, Sanja.” He drove deep and went motionless as her eyelids flickered upward.

Staring into her eyes, he ran his palms up her body, across her hips, and along her breasts. He kissed her as he aligned his body against hers and wrapped his arms around her. A final lick to her bottom lip, and he lifted his head. Their gazes locked, and he began to move inside her, slow and deep.

The intimate connection surprised him, and was as strong as the one he enjoyed with Lyx. But he felt protective toward Sanja, whereas Lyx could handle himself and would be insulted if Troz tried to defend him.

“Troz,” she murmured, her voice raspy.

Eyes soft, she watched as she trailed a fingertip along his jaw. When it reached his chin,
she
kissed him. Shocked by her timid aggression, he kept his eyes open as her tongue flicked over his bottom lip. She ogled him as her tongue slid inside his mouth and danced with his. He groaned and hugged her tighter, quickening his thrusts into her constricted passage.

Sanja wrapped her legs around his waist, deepening his penetration. If he could figure out a way to stay inside her forever, he would damn sure try.

“Faster,” she whispered against his mouth.

A grin twitched at his lips. He didn’t take orders from her or any woman in the bedroom. Never had, wouldn’t start now. But he’d be lying if he pretended not to delight in the fact that she desired him, especially after claiming she wanted neither of them.

“Come with me,” he said, intentionally keeping his drives languid.

Eyes locked on his, she nodded, her pants hitting his jaw. “Try.”

Sanja attempted to grind up against him, but he slid one arm lower and cupped her bottom, hindering her movement. For someone who hadn’t wanted anything to do with him earlier, she was eager to climax with him now.

A torrid groan ripped from her lungs, and her ass tightened on him, tiny little throbs that announced she’d climax soon. With or without him, unless he refused her release through command.

There was a lot to be said for being able to watch her as he fucked her. And he’d get to watch her light up when she found her release.

His balls tightened as he continued to observe her. He’d wait for her before he let go.

“Troz.” She panted and scrunched her eyes closed.

“Don’t stop looking at me.”

Biting her bottom lip to the point it turned white, her lids flipped upward. Green orbs anchored on him. A moment later she came with a half-strangled scream. Her tight channel jerked and tugged on his pistoning erection, as she trembled with her release beneath him. Two more thrusts and he came, filling her rectum with his seed.

It took him a moment to return from the pleasure, but when he refocused on her face he noted the awe canvassing her expression.

“You’re mine.” He kissed her forehead. “Ours.” Kissed her cheeks. “You complete us.” He placed his mouth against hers, and took his time kissing her. When he met her eyes again, he confessed more than he probably should. “You’re special, our future….”
Feels like she’s our everything, which makes no sense
.

“He’s right.” Still on his knees beside them, Lyx wrapped a lock of her hair around his finger. “We’ll protect you from everything. With our lives if need be. We’ll give you anything within our power because it pleases us to spoil you. We want you happy, you just have to ask for it. If we could return your freedom, we would. We cannot.”

“I confirm everything Lyx said.” Troz flexed his hips and left her body.

Sanja surprised him by clamping a hand on his butt. “Don’t leave me.”

“It’s Lyx’s turn, angel.” He trailed a finger across her bottom lip.

ERICA ROLLED HER
head on the sofa to peer at Lyx. Regardless that she’d proclaimed she didn’t want them earlier, Troz had proven otherwise. She could no longer pretend indifference. The future would proceed easier if she admitted it to them. If she really couldn’t go back to Earth—and she believed them when they told her she couldn’t—then she needed to focus on her life with them. Not like she had much of a choice anyway.

Make the most of a difficult situation, Eri—Sanja
. Thinking of herself with the new name would help. But could she? Did she really want a new name?

Inhaling deeply, she released the breath and decided to accept her fate…while she remained with them anyway. Regardless what Lyx said, she wasn’t convinced they wouldn’t eventually discard her. Or that her mother wouldn’t find some way to rescue her, and giving up on that hope was more than she could give them at the moment.

“What are you thinking, my sex-pet?” Lyx ran his talon around a nipple, his scrutiny penetrating.

He couldn’t tell? Odd considering he’d been reading her mind since she’d been teleported to their home. Maybe the liberation of accepting them as her future had something to do with it. No idea, but she’d go with that. “Never in a million years would I have guessed I’d be used this much.”
And enjoy it
.

This was not the future she’d envisioned. Nowhere close to what she’d planned for herself. She’d imagined moving to the big city as an adventure. A time to meet new friends, start a new job, and maybe finally have a real boyfriend that wasn’t biased against her because of her mother. Someone that’d be a little open-minded and could tolerate Sybil when they met.

Aren’t I on an adventure
? Yeah, it wasn’t the one she’d planned, but she had men in her life that wanted her heedless of her mother’s weirdness. Indulging in the hedonism they offered hadn’t been hard, but how much more fun would sex become if she embraced what they presented.

Beside her Lyx’s lips twisted into a satisfied smiled.

Suspicious, she asked, “You’re reading my mind, aren’t you?”

“You’re projecting.” He scraped his claw across her nipple, the shock of it tantalizing her more than alarming her when he could’ve scratched and drew blood along her sensitive area. “My sex-pet, I will never scratch or cut you unless I wish it. Trust me.”

Oddly enough she did believe him. Erica nodded, vowing she’d try her damnedest to never give him cause to inflict harm upon her with them.

“To your prior comment…you’ve yet to be used.” The tip of his talon indented the center of her nipple and slowly swirled, expanding outward until the nail scraped to the edge of her areole. “We’ve shown you passion and pleasure, but not used.”

“Although, we
will
eventually use you until you’re too exhausted to move.” Troz nuzzled her ear. “Do you plan to have her, Lyx?” His voice rasped against her ear, causing her body to erupt with gooseflesh. But was it his voice or the idea of Lyx fucking her that triggered the reaction?

“Not yet.” Lyx’s hand glided down her belly to catch the back of her knee and hook her leg over his shoulder. The cool air kissed her intimate flesh as his claws scrapped along her inner thigh. “I plan to play for a bit first. Maybe give her a touch of edge, too.” A nail slid through her folds and he kissed her shoulder.

“What’s this ‘edge’ you’re talking about?” She had no clue what he meant by that.

“You’ll see.” His talon abruptly pushed into her pussy. “So sticky from your climax and Troz’s cum.” He removed his finger, and inserted it into her ass before bringing the digit to her lips. “Suck his cum off.”

She parted her mouth and sucked his finger inside, swirling her tongue around. “Mmm….”

“Troz, explain to her how we know she’s ours and meant for no other.” Lyx pumped his taloned fingers into her again, watching her as he toyed with her.

Troz sat on the floor beside her. He plucked stray strands of hair out of her face. “A witch inherently knows when they’ve reached a divergent path in their life. It’s up to them to take the road that speaks to them the most. No one forced you to open the doorway to Baal. Not even your friend Tiara. She recounted the events, admitted she egged you into participating, and for that she feels guilt. But you could’ve denied her.”

She had trouble focusing on Troz’s words as Lyx pressed a second finger into her. The soft scraping of his claws unnerving and exciting her.

Troz kept talking as if he was unaware of her emotions. “You doubted the wisdom of participating in the Ouija with Tiara. Instead of opening a telephone of sorts, as you could’ve, you invited demons into your domain. Did you misspeak? Or was fate guiding you?” Troz dragged his palm across her collarbone and between her breasts, and settled his hand over her belly. A subtle reminder that their children would be nurtured and grow within her right beneath where his palm rested. “Lyx says Sybil told you that you’d have demons and that you dreamed of us. It’s pure luck—”

“Or fate,” Lyx interjected.

“—that we found you as easily as we did.”

“Had you opened a doorway to Hell instead, your predicament would be much different than now.” Lyx removed his fingers and pushed two digits into her ass, those dark purple nails taunting her with injury. “Another demon would torture you, make you miserable.” Lyx placed a kiss against her shoulder and she concentrated on his voice rather than the finger pushing deeper into her bottom. “I love watching your eyes light up when you climax. I’m glad we got you instead.”

“You’re ours.” Fingertips to her chin, Troz tipped her head enough that he could stare into her eyes. “That’s not an exclusive club.
We
are yours.”

“Set yourself free, embrace your future with us.” Her purple demon’s digit exited her tight forbidden hole, but a second later two fingers were seeking entrance. Both entered her easily and with little burn thanks to the emollient Troz had used earlier and his penetration there as well.

With Erica’s belly fluttering in anticipation of being taken again, her breath stuttered out of her as she admitted, “I have no desire to fight either of you anymore.”

Lyx submerged his fingers as far as they would go and scissored them, eliciting a wince from her. “Who owns you, Sanja?”

“You and Troz.”

“Good girl.” He sat up and wiggled his fingers more. Erica bit her lip to stifle her whimper of discomfort. “Give us permission to do anything we want to you.”

They could without her consent. “I’m yours to do with as you please.” It shocked her to hear the words slipping from her lips. She hadn’t intended to say them, but had planned to consider his request. But as soon as they were spoken, she realized she meant them.

A glint of something dark flashed in his eyes, and for a split second she worried she’d made a mistake. He must’ve read her thoughts because he said, “Too late now, my sex-pet. Roll to your stomach.”

She glanced at Troz. He elevated his dark eyebrows, and she couldn’t tell if he was satisfied or not. “You won’t regret yielding to us.”

Lyx removed his fingers from her body. “Roll, Sanja.”

She sat up, and his mouth parted. Whatever Lyx would’ve said, she cut off with a finger to his lips. “May I kiss you first?”

“Of course. Kiss either of us anytime you want.”

Erica moved her fingertip from his lips and caressed along his jaw, until she threaded her digits through the fine hairs at the back of his neck. She wiggled closer to the edge of the seat so she could gain better access to him. Elevating her focus off his lips, she met his regard before grazing her mouth across his. She licked the top lip, scrapped her teeth along his bottom flesh, and delighted in his grunt. His claws indented the skin on her hips.

“Open for me,” she whispered against his lips, pressing her mouth against his, and he allowed her entrance. She thrust her tongue inside to salsa with his.

With an arm going around her waist, Lyx dragged her against his chest, the talons on his other hand gliding up the knobs of her spine. Soon he navigated the kiss and was deep in her mouth as he would be in her body.

Erica shivered with eagerness.

“The plug I put in your ass earlier can replicate my cock, down to each vein and bump,” Lyx said when he lifted his mouth from hers. “You already know it vibrates and is jeweled.” She met his orange eyes. “I’m going to insert it into your ass, expand it until you cannot tolerate the burn further, and then I’ll shove my cock into your cunt.”

Gawd help me.

“It’ll be like having two Lyx’s inside you.” Troz kissed her shoulder, and she hadn’t realized he’d repositioned closer until then. “I’m fucking envious.”

“Do you object, my sex-pet?”

“No.” And she meant it. “Do whatever you want to me. I trust you.”
I do
. She’d only ever trusted her mother and Tera. How could she have faith in them in such a short amount of time? Could her dreams have really been as prophetic as they alleged?

Even the bite of pain when Troz smacked her pussy earlier had been amazing. Whatever they dolled out she seemed to enjoy. Last night their initial penetration into her pussy and ass had hurt, but what’d followed had been amazing. Beyond anything she’d believed possible.

“I’ll leave it inside you, Sanja,” Lyx said as Troz strode toward them, licking the device as he might Lyx’s actual erection.

Troz pressed the toy to her lips and the butt plug morphed into a replica of Lyx’s bumpy cock. He ran the toy along the seam of her lips and she parted them to accept the sex-toy inside. He pumped it as if she sucked on a real cock. The bumps tickled her tongue and the back of her throat. He tapped his armlet and the fake-dick expanded until her mouth was stuffed, with her jaws locked wide open. Gagged, excitement burst through her.

“Feels real, doesn’t it?” She met Troz’s gaze and nodded. He deflated the toy, removed the gadget, and offered it to Lyx.

Her purple demon released her and accepted the object. “Go to your belly and get into the same position you were in earlier when Troz was inside you.”

Erica quickly went into position.

“I’ll hold her open for you.” Troz’s palms landed on her bottom and he pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her rectum to the kiss of cool air. Heat hit her cheeks at how exposed she was to them in this position.

Lyx pressed the tip of the toy to her ass and pressed it inside in one easy stroke without any discomfort. “I’m going to make it bigger, Sanja.”

“Okay.”

“Let me know when it starts to burn.”

She nodded. A second later she felt the device expand, a small click with each enlargement.

“Halfway to the size of Lyx’s cock with no pain.” Troz kissed the back of her head.

Two ticks later, the dildo began to sting. A third click and she whimpered. “That hurts.”

“How bad?” Lyx pumped the sex-toy in and out of her bottom. Pain erupted from her stretched flesh.

“A lot.” She grit her teeth as tears burned her nostrils.

One of them pressed a hand to the back of her neck to hold her down.

“Don’t forget you said you trusted me,” Lyx said as he continued to fuck her with the toy. “You’ll learn pain is an aphrodisiac to the pleasure I can give you. The two coupled together will leave you dazed.
That
is the edge I referred to moments ago.”

“I’m scared of pain,” she admitted on the thrust into her body. She flinched on the pull out, the knobby sides of the dildo scrubbing along her channel in painful wisps.

“I’m in her skin,” Troz said. “It hurts, but I believe she can take one more.”

Before she could beg off, the click resounded loud in the room and the sex-toy grew bigger. Erica cried out, flinching, but she was held too securely in place to shuffle away. What she couldn’t understand was why her clit and pussy throbbed like she would climax any moment. She hated pain, but even last night when Troz had taken her ass for the first time, she’d wanted to come when he drove all the way into her. The pain had been satisfying in an odd, baffling way.

Lyx pulled her legs out from underneath her and stretched her out until she lay face down on the furniture. He covered her like a blanket, his legs on either side of hers, with his cock butting against her pussy from the back. He forced her fingers to straighten and release her grip on the sofa. He stretched her arms above her head, his arms overlapping hers.