Demon Spelled

by Gracen Miller

  Have mercy.

  “Open the box on the sofa. I didn’t say stand.” His palm landed on her pussy when she went to rise. He rubbed her folds. “Open the box.”

  Hands trembling, she lifted the lid. Gauzy yellow material filled the rectangle.

  “That, my gorgeous sex-pet, is approved attire. Dress so we can join Troz.”

  Happy to wear clothing of any nature, she quickly removed the garments from the box. That pleasure died a rapid death when she got a good gander at the attire. Reminding her of a genie costume, except it was much more see-through than anything she’d ever seen before, only her nipples, crotch and bottom would be hidden. He’d said before the only time she would wear clothes was when another person was nearby. “Others will be present when we meet Troz?”

  “Yes. Hurry.”

  “This is hardly decent.”

  “It’s all you have. Wear it or don’t.”

  “May I stand to dress?”

  Lyx grinned as if her question pleased him. “Of course.” But before he stepped away, he slipped his fingertips through her nether lips.

  Trembling as she dressed, she tried not to think of the way his teasing touch had felt.

  “Delightful.” He leered when she stood before him decked out in the genie outfit. “I look forward to removing the garment from your body.”

  Lyx guided her out of the room and down a series of halls. In no time she was lost. They came to a door. He pressed his thumb against a pad on the wall and locks disengaged. “Because you don’t know Troz well enough yet, I’ll enlighten you. He’s not one to give gifts. The power you could wield over him…just don’t forget he did this for you.”

  Frowning, and more than a little nervous thanks to his commentary, she held back after he pushed open the door. The slight nudge against her shoulder blades forced her to enter.

  The locks engaged on the door, bolting them in the room. She glanced about, finding Troz leaning against the wall near a window wearing a feral frown. Unsure of her reception with him, or what he expected from her after last night, she gave him a small smile. His scowl evaporated, and his eyes dilated as his gaze swept over her. Like Lyx, he was shirtless, his etchings and various bands sexy. His snug, black leather pants showcased the soft tool he’d used on her until she’d been desperate for release.

  “Erica?”

  She whipped around at her earthly name. Crowded into a corner of the room, Tera gaped at them.

  “Tera!” She and her best friend converged in the middle of the room in a fit of hugs and tears. “I was so worried about you. Are you okay? Did that demon bastard hurt you? I had no idea what his intentions were toward you.”

  Tera laughed. “I’m fine. I was worried about you. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

  “Negative.” With a hand to her shoulder, Lyx broke apart their embrace. Confused by his glower, Erica sent him a questioning look. “She’s thinking of escaping now that she’s with you. That is a negative. I will remove your gift if she cannot accept your position here.”

  Troz came away from the wall and prowled toward them. Tera glanced at both her demons warily before curling her fingers into fists and going into a boxing stance. “I have a black belt in karate, so suckass.”

  It was a lie, and Erica was pretty sure Lyx realized she fibbed. Both of her demons ignored her friend’s aggression.

  “I could’ve left her for Horace to use.” Troz clipped his black hair behind an ear, exposing a heavily pierced lobe.

  She reminded herself that Horace was the demon who’d plucked them from her home.

  “Horace tried to kill us. I took care of him”—she probably did not want to know how he ‘took care of’ Horace—“and I placed a more reliable demon in his position. Then promptly paid him ten thousand souls for your friend, Sanja.”

  “That a lot of souls?” Erica met Troz’s gaze.

  “Who’s Sanja?”

  They ignored Tera’s question.

  “Enormous,” Troz confirmed holding her gaze without blinking.

  “Blasphemous, considering we have no use for her.” Lyx added that smidge of information. “I repeat, a gift for you.”

  My God, he bought my friend for me. To ease my transition? In their world that meant she owned a human.

  What was the reason for the purchase? As a gesture to soften her toward them? Or simply because doing so would please her to know her friend was safe?

  “Worth the cost to please you.” Troz rubbed a swath of her hair between his fingers. “She’s my way of eliminating any doubts you have about our”—he motioned between him and Lyx—“commitment to you. I want you happy and not pining for your human future that can no longer be. But I will return her to the sex-mart or sell her to a whore house if she causes me problems.”

  Tera gasped, but Erica flung herself against Troz, squeezing him tight. “Thank you. How can I repay you for your loss of income?”

  He ran his hands down her spine, stopping at the small of her back. “Accept us as your future. That’s all I want.”

  “Don’t sell yourself for me, Erica. We’ll find a way out of this godforsaken hellhole. These demons want to fuck you and God only knows what el—”

  “Silence!” The bracelet around her friend’s wrist glowed when Lyx bellowed. “Knees.”

  Tera buckled to the floor, anger blazing from her blue eyes.

  Erica rubbed her cheek against Troz’s chest and considered her friend. “They’ve already fucked me, Tera.”

  Her friend sighed, closing her eyes. “I’d hoped you were spared that misery.”

  “You were spared Horace’s assault because of me, don’t forget it.” Troz massaged Erica’s nape, but glared at her friend.

  “I never felt freer than I do now.” That was the truth. “You might have a hard time understanding this, Tera, but being with them feels right. This is where I belong.”

  Lyx linked his fingers with hers and elevated her hand to kiss her palm. She smiled at him.

  Tera paled when she noticed their laced fingers. “You say only what they want to hear.”

  “No. Sybil hinted I’d have two strong, obstinate men in my life.” Thinking back on all those conversations, the hints hadn’t been all that subtle, Erica had just been too stubborn to hear what her mother had been saying. But that was then. Right now she wasn’t ready to face the reality of her dreams. At least not yet. She could fake it for Tera’s sake though. “We cannot go back to our world. We’ll die on the crossover.”

  “I’d rather be dead.” Not for one moment did she believe her friend wanted that. Fear loosened her tongue.

  “I need you with me, Tera. Please. Let’s have fun with this adventure together like we have all the others.”

  Tera glanced between Lyx and Troz. They stood on either side of Erica like guardians, but what they offered her was salvation from a boring future and an unfulfilling life.

  “Okay.” Tera shrugged. “I mean what choice do I have, right?”

  She had options, just none she’d like.

  “In the future, her name is Sanja, not this other name you call her.” Lyx had said he’d never call her Erica and even as he gave Tera instructions on her new designation, he’d upheld that promise. “My sex-pet, Troz and I have agreed to let you name your pet.” He nodded at Tera.

  Her friend strangled on an infuriated gasp. “I am not—”

  She cut Tera off. “Trust me, this isn’t an argument you want to continue. I’ll name her…Tiara.”

  Her friend burst out laughing. She’d previously nicknamed her TeraTiara because her friend was so girly, she always had to have her hair just right, her make-up flawless, and her outfit matching, while Erica had been the tomboy of the two without much concern for her appearance.

  “We’ll allow Sanja to visit you again tomorrow.” Troz ran his fingers through her hair. “Once you prove yourself trustworthy, the visits can become longer and more frequent.”

  “You should know, I can read your thoug
hts. And, yes, I know you plan to bide your time while waiting for an exit to present itself. Try to run off with her, and I’ll make you bleed. And scream. A lot.” Lyx lifted his other hand and splayed his fingers, talons exiting from his fingertips.

  Tera’s eyes widened, and her breath hitched.

  “I understand you’re confused at the moment, Tiara, and rebelling against your lot. I hope for your benefit and Sanja’s you’ll eventually come around. Until tomorrow.”

  They led Erica from the room. Once outside in the hall, the locks reengaged and they halted at the door.

  Lyx ran his fingers along his jaw and leveled her with a stare. “I’m aware Tiara is a variation of a nickname you gave her from your former life. Don’t make me regret giving you liberties.”

  Erica embraced him. Life with her demons wouldn’t be easy, but it’d never be dull. “I look forward to growing old with you two.”

  “You swallowed my cum.” There was the barest inflection of humor in Lyx’s voice.

  “Okay. So?”

  “Demon cum is like a fountain of youth for humans.” Troz eyed her mouth like he fantasized about having Lyx’s cock between her lips again.

  She shivered at the sudden desire osculating through her. “As long as I keep swallowing it, I’ll stay young and keep living?”

  “No.” Lyx bent his head and licked a nipple through the gauzy material.

  That felt way too good.

  “It’s the fountain of immortality for witches.”

  She stared at him as he rolled her nipple through his teeth. Erica had to focus hard to stay on topic. “You do realize I’m not a witch. While we’re on the subject, my daddy is not an angel either. He’s just a lowlife who took off once he found out he’d put a baby in my mother’s stomach. And since you’ve forbidden me to lie to you, you know I’m telling you the truth.”

  As he stood, Lyx rotated his thumb over the nipple he’d wet. The tangle of the material scrubbing along her peak aroused her further. “All angels are lowlifes,” he said, his expression deadpan. “Only a witch could open the portal to Baal. You don’t practice magic. Makes no difference. That tells me Sybil didn’t train you because she knew you’d never need it.”

  She stared at Lyx, trying to wrap her brain around what he said.

  “Trust us, you’re a witch. And one sip of demon cum is all it takes to turn a witch immortal.” Troz snuggled against her back and thrust his hand between her legs. Anyone could see them. She should put a halt to their foreplay before it got out of hand. But the illicit element of someone catching them aroused her further. “You’ll swallow lots more of our seed, though.”

  “Come”—she already wanted to, just not in the way they meant—“let’s feed our new acquisition. She needs to maintain her strength, Troz.” Lyx sucked on the other nipple and rolled the tight bud through his teeth, before standing. She groaned a protest, and he kissed her brow. “She’s so impatient for more of us.”

  “I like that,” the other demon said as he nipped her earlobe and pressed the filmy fabric into her intimate folds. The material clung to her wet flesh. “She’s wet, too.”

  Her purple demon skimmed his lips across hers. “Let’s feed you quickly before we decide to breakfast on you.”

  Erica wouldn’t complain. Even though she knew she should.

  TOO MUCH SELF-CONTROL went into not taking Sanja right there in the hall. Troz clasped her hand with his and guided her to the kitchen. Imagining her sprawled across the table with them dining on her, rather than fare, increased his frustration.

  “Good morning, my lords,” Cook said when they entered the kitchen, her gaze downcast as was appropriate of her status.

  Troz nodded a greeting to the woman, released his hold on Sanja, and made a beeline for the coffee pot.

  “It’s an especially good morning, Cook.” Lyx indicated Sanja who’d frozen just inside the room. When she would’ve crossed her arms over her breasts, Lyx pulled them down to her sides. Obviously she was aware the gauzy material did nothing to hide the outline of her nipples, which were clearly visible through the damp fabric. “Meet our concubine, Sanja. Sanja, this is Cook.”

  “Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Cook offered a friendly, but cool smile.

  “N-nice meeting you.” She peered about the room as Cook went back to whipping up breakfast.

  “Coffee, Sanja?” Troz held up the coffeepot.

  Her eyes lit up. He’d take that as a yes.

  “You have coffee in Hell?” She sounded amazed to discover they possessed something of a human nature.

  “Baal,” Lyx corrected. “Not to be confused with Hell.”

  They’d left Hell centuries ago without regrets. He couldn’t think of one thing that could convince them to return to that vermin infested realm.

  “Coffee is a luxury I have imported,” Troz brought the conversation back full circle. “Lyx’s weakness is cigars and tea. Among other things.” He poured an extra mug of the dark brew and sat it on the counter. “It’s strong. Do you require sugar or cream?”

  “Both.” Licking her lips, she stared at the drink as if it offered immortality instead of their ejaculation. He was pleased they’d found something so common they could bond over.

  Over the rim of his mug, he sipped his black beverage as he watched her heap four rounded spoonfuls of sugar into the brew before topping it off with creamer. Not surprising that she liked it sweet and creamy. Just like her taste. That’s all it took for his hard-on to tap his zipper, reinforcing how much he wanted to be inside her.

  She stirred the contents, set the utensil aside, and brought the mug to her lips. “Mmmm….” The sound vibrated against his cock like a caress as she sipped. Her eyelids slipped closed as if she experienced a sensual delight instead of a palate orgasm. “Nectar of the gods’ right here.”

  Lyx chuckled.

  All Troz wanted to do was strip her down and fuck her right there on the counter. He didn’t give a shit who watched. He couldn’t get enough of her. To make matters worse, he was fascinated with her. In the age when virginity was unheard of, she’d maintained hers, and given it to them with orgasms rather than pain. Remarkable. He’d anticipated tears and theatrics. He’d been determined to soothe them away with climaxes. He hadn’t expected only discomfort and then pleasure as they took her innocence. He’d wanted to minimize her agony and had planned to share the misery with her. Instead, she’d gifted him with earth-shattering bliss, and he wanted to repeat the carnal delights with her all over again.

  That withstanding, had he been in her shoes, he’d be railing at the world and defying them instead of sipping coffee in his kitchen as if she’d condoned their claiming. But not their sex-pet. No, she stood here wearing an expression of ecstasy while sipping the dark brew. She’d pacified her friend—at least for the moment. He had not taken enslavement this well in his youth, and he was waiting on her to explode any moment. She couldn’t remain this placid.

  “Since I’m supplying the nectar, does that make me your god?” He hadn’t meant to ask the question even though it’d been skirting the fringes of his thoughts.

  Sanja choked on the beverage and just managed to set the mug on the counter before sloshing the contents everywhere.

  “My apologies. I didn’t mean to catch you off guard,” he said once her coughing subsided.

  “It’s…okay.” Her voice was raspy, similar to the way she sounded after she came.

  And goddamn but he wanted to taste her orgasm on his tongue again. Wanted it so bad he grappled to control himself. Didn’t help that he could see the outline of her nipples through the thin gauze of her shirt. “So?”

  She cleared her throat, her eyes widening marginally. “You wanted a serious answer to your question?”

  “Yes.”

  She stared at him as if he’d asked her how many heads he possessed. “I’m not sure how to answer.”

  “An honest answer is always best.” Her breath hitched, and she seemed overly fasci
nated with her fingernail creating circles along the counter. “Since you’re forbidden to lie to us, it’s the only option you have.”

  Her words came out just above a whisper. “I do not wish to anger you.”

  Troz stepped into her personal space, cupped her face between his palms, and forced her to meet his stare. “You’re frightened of us?”

  Sanja blinked back tears, but her scratchy voice evidenced them either way. “Of course. Not only am I at yours and Lyx’s mercy, but so is Tera—I mean Tiara.”

  Leverage. That’s what Tiara was for them. It was a dirty ploy and not one he’d implemented with any conscious thought. His intentions had been pure when he purchased Tiara. The results were the same though. Having Tiara in their custody gave them unlimited power over their concubine.

  Thousands of years later he could remember the blinding fear he’d felt toward his captors. The same fear he knew Sanja felt. Why couldn’t he let the memories remain in the past where they’d resided so long? Until he’d purchased her, he hadn’t thought of the ordeal in centuries. In any event, he was damned glad his abductors hadn’t employed the same tactic against him or his predicament would’ve most likely had a very different outcome.

  “We offer you no harm, Sanja.”

  “You’ve both guaranteed punishment if I don’t do as I’m told.” Brave even with her fear shining from her eyes.

  “You continue to obey discipline won’t be meted out. Either way we wouldn’t harm you.”

  “I don’t like pain.”

  “I don’t like disobedience.” He ran his thumb along her bottom lip, recalling the way they’d looked wrapped around Lyx’s cock last night. A thing of beauty. He released her, and she remained rooted to her location. Her breath barely elevated her lungs, reminding him of a terrified animal unsure if it should bolt now or if it’d have a better chance of making a go for it at a later date. He retrieved her mug and pressed it into her hands. Either option would plant her delectable ass in hot water.