Demon Spelled

by Gracen Miller

  She itched to paint the setting in a way she’d never felt inspired before.

  Lyx and Troz’s home was located on an island of sorts that floated midair. He said it kept them protected because not all of Baal’s residents could teleport. Even his sister—the one that’d been present yesterday when Troz brought her home—could not teleport and was therefore forced to request entry into his home.

  They even had a red stream that ran along the side of the property that created a waterfall adjoining a rapid below, and the mist created was a soft shade of pink. She had yet to figure out how the waterway didn’t dry up.

  The door in the bedroom opened and closed. Too agog over her new surroundings, she didn’t turn around to determine if it was Lyx departing or Troz entering.

  The moment the vibrators Lyx had placed inside her earlier in the morning began to vibrate her knees went out from beneath her. She caught the handrail and leaned heavily on it just before her knees buckled and she hit the floor.

  A moment later, Troz was beside her and sweeping her into his arms. She wanted to bury her face against his neck in shame at her body’s reaction, but she lost all dignity with her need. “Please, Troz, please no more. I’m sorry. So sorry for disobeying you earlier. No more lies. No more. I swear.”

  He kissed her forehead. “I’ve been anticipating this all day.”

  Oh, gawd, what’d that mean? She trembled in a mixture of fear and longing.

  With his expression void of emotion, she couldn’t determine if he intended more punishment or would finally grant relief. He settled her on the lounger, and his cool black eyes assessed her. Erica steeled herself to suffer further. It was easier to expect the worst. Hoping for relief and receiving more punishment would further fray her tarnished trust for them.

  I can handle this without begging. I can…right? Doubtful.

  “You’re panicking for no reason, my sex-pet.” Lyx ran the back of his fingers along her cheek, and her eyes closed as she braced herself for what would feel like an eon of torture.

  “Look at me.” At Troz’s command, she obliged immediately and snapped her eyes open. “Part your legs until they dangle over each side of the furniture.”

  Without hesitation she followed his instruction.

  “Good girl,” he cooed, his dark gaze honing in on her crotch. “You’re pussy is wet.”

  No idea what to say to that she maintained her silence.

  His gaze lifted to hers. “Have you touched yourself?”

  “No!” She leaned up on an elbow, and with a hand on her shoulder he pushed her back down.

  “Why are you wet?” He sat on the edge of the chair between her legs and flicked his fingers through her folds.

  She grit her teeth to keep from arching into his touch. “I’m still aroused from earlier.”

  The vibrators stilled inside her. “From when I punished you?”

  “Yes.”

  He thrust a finger into her, and she cried out in amazement. He added a second digit or maybe a third, she was so swollen with need she couldn’t be certain. “Don’t look at Lyx, look at me. I’m responsible for your pleasure at the moment.”

  Since a haze of desire clouded her vision she saw nothing, but only felt the movement of his fingers pressing repetitively inside her, so she was unaware she gazed in Lyx’s direction. With difficulty, she brought her sight into focus and concentrated on Troz.

  “Do you want me to make you come?”

  “My gawd, yes.”

  “We will be your god just as soon as you realize we will fulfill all your wants and needs, not your Christian deity.” He lowered his face near her pussy and inhaled. She tensed wanting his mouth on her, but he disappointed her by declining to deliver her darkest desire. “I love the fragrance of your cunt. Now do exactly as I say or I won’t allow you to climax. Do you understand?”

  She nodded and peeked at Lyx as he strummed his fingers through her hair.

  “Place your index finger on your clitoris.”

  For half a second she stuttered over the instruction, but the need for release outweighed her shyness.

  “Good.” His fingers stilled deep within her channel. “I’m in your skin, angel.” Why’d she find it sensual to know he wasn’t just inside her, but was inside her while she sought pleasure? “Rub your clit so I can feel your orgasm from the inside out.”

  Finally! Relief was at hand and she was a bit disappointed he wouldn’t participate or give it to her. “I won’t last long.”

  “There’s no time limit.”

  Cognizant of Lyx’s reassuring strokes through her hair, she held Troz’s dark eyes as she circled her fingertip over her clitoris. A whimper erupted from her throat with the first stroke and her body trembled. Anticipating her upcoming relief, her belly clenched.

  His fingers were motionless, only buried deep within and oddly the penetration was enough to arouse her further. By the fourth stroke, she crumbled into orgasm, moaning her release.

  “Mmm…nice, Sanja. But then your climaxes always are. They leave me soft, gooey, and hot all over.”

  “Me, too,” she said, her voice roughened with release.

  “Watching her get off is a visual treat.” Lyx removed her hand from her clit and sucked the finger she’d used to get herself off into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the pad.

  “Indeed.” Troz extracted his fingers from her pussy and pressed them against her lips, smearing her release along them. “That’s how much you creamed all over my fingers.” He said something to Lyx in their demon language, and Lyx responded in like manner. Troz gave a weary sigh, and she sensed his disappointment. “A business associate arrives soon for dinner. You will join us.” His fingers parted her lips, and he dipped his digits inside. Without being asked she cleaned her wetness from his fingers, and his eyes blazed with hunger. “I promise we will make you scream after dinner.”

  “I want her to beg first, then scream until she’s hoarse.” She shook her head at Lyx’s statement. She didn’t want to beg them to do anything to her, but she very much feared she would. Using his hand in her hair, Lyx turned her head toward him. Troz’s fingers slipped from her mouth. As he thrust them into her pussy again, Lyx tormented her mouth with a kiss and quick tongue fuck. “You might not want to beg us to fuck you, but you will, Sanja.”

  “I promise you will.” Troz’s fingers exited her body, and he sucked on them. He fucked her with them again and licked the arousal off once more.

  Their promises scared the ever-living fuck out of her.

  Lyx pulled her off the chair and hauled her to her feet. His hand clutched her hips to steady her, while he sat back on his heels at her feet and peered up at her. “It is counterproductive to allow you to run from your desires. Go bathe. When you’re finished, I’ll have clothing for you.”

  He gave her a playful swat on her ass when she turned away from them.

  A LITTLE OVER an hour later, Erica found herself decked out in a peculiar dress. Dark green in color, the blouse reminded her of a two-piece bathing suit top. It tied around her neck and at her back, between her breasts it was connected by a heart-shaped diamond encrusted jewel. The straight-line, ankle-length skirt the same shade as the top rode low on her hips, well below her navel and exposed her hipbones. Any lower and what was left of her pubic hair would’ve been visible, along with the beginning of the crack of her butt. A slit ran along the backside almost all the way to her ass, which was the only reason the skirt wasn’t too tight and gave her ease of movement. She’d even been given a set of matching stilettos, which provided another four inches to her five-eight height. Even with the added inches, the two demons dwarfed her.

  Pinkie orchestrated her hair into a sleek hairstyle arranged out of her face, with one long ringlet loose over one shoulder. It was weird watching the fairy navigate her hair since a three-inch swath was bigger than the winged creature.

  Standing behind her, she watched Troz’s reflection in the full-length mirror as he skimmed hi
s fingertip along her lobe where teardrop emeralds hung from her earlobes. She attempted to will her body’s automatic response away, but the slight tilt to one corner of his mouth suggested he’d caught her shudder anyhow. “As always, you’re gorgeous.”

  Yeah right. Skinny wasn’t in her anatomy. Being a chubby girl in a thin world ruined one’s self-esteem. This wardrobe worked best on a chick without extra weight. Sitting would be embarrassing because there’d be at least a few rolls represented.

  Troz slid his lips back and forth along her shoulder as he caught her hand and slid a honker of an emerald ring onto the middle finger of her right hand. The weight of the gemstone sent it rotating on her finger. Odd that it didn’t adhere to her body the way everything else did.

  “The color suits you. Brings out your eyes.” His fingers skimmed across a puckered nipple and down along her exposed belly. Gooseflesh prickled her skin, and she sucked in a harsh breath when she felt the ridged rise of his dick salute her ass. As he placed wispy kisses along her shoulder, his lips teased her as he spoke, “I have wicked plans for you this evening. We should negotiate your pleasure so I have a starting point. Will three orgasms suffice?”

  “Three?” A tiny shiver of anticipation circuited her spine, but she canted her head so she could peek at him over her shoulder. “That’s ambitious.” Particularly for one evening.

  “You’re right.” He licked along her neck and whispered in her ear. “Five is better.”

  Five. Geez that was a lot of climaxing. Unheard of in the mortal world, right? How many had they wrenched from her last night? More than two for certain. Unsure she could give them what they wanted, she worried about performing up to their expectations. That irritated her. She shouldn’t feel excitement about them forcing her again, but denying that emotion was as counterproductive as fighting them.

  “I want to see if we can force more orgasms from her.” Seated on the sofa across the room Lyx watched them. He’d tied his flaming red hair at the base of his neck, rendering the angular structure of his face more prominent. “I’ll give you a boon if you give us a sixth measly orgasm, my sex-pet.”

  “There’s nothing measley about my orgasms with y’all.”

  “Don’t I fucking know it.” Troz gripped a hip and, with his other hand on her shoulder, he bent her face first toward the vanity. His palm slid down her spine, over her ass, and to the material of her dress. In the mirror she watched the garment fan outward on either side of her hips. The coolness of the room teased her exposed pussy. This was the reason for the slit up the back. “Brace your hands on the furniture.”

  Eagerness suckerpunched her, and her breath stammered from her lungs. Despite almost hating herself for obeying without a struggle, she followed his instructions and flattened her hands on the smooth surface of the vanity.

  “Keep your eyes open and on your face, angel.”

  She nodded at Troz’s request. A moment later, he lowered behind her and out of view. The puffs of his breath on her folds blasted her with arousal, and she could feel the wetness surge from between her thighs. He made a growly noise and flicked a finger through her slit. Embarassment over her reaction and his obvious delight burned her cheeks. And then his mouth was on her cunt. Her lips parted as his tongue drove into her with quick flicks. The heat in her cheeks blossomed hotter as she composed mewling noises for him, kickstarting him into tongue-fucking her faster.

  “Ask for permission before you climax,” Lyx said from where he sat, but since she couldn’t see him in the mirror it was like he was a disembodied voice.

  The veil of her dress hid Troz from view. It was almost like being blindfolded because she couldn’t predict his next move. Forced to watch pleasure flit across her face created an incomprehensible intimate atmosphere with him in a perplexing way.

  His thumbs slid along the outer edges of her vaginal lips moments before he used them to pull her apart. She licked her lips wondering what he’d do next. She didn’t have long to wait. His tongue slid over her clit in a wispy swipe, and she moaned.

  Movement in the mirror’s reflection showcased Lyx accompanying them. “Look at yourself, not me.”

  With a nod, she wet her lips and focused on her face once more. Fast licks to her clit caused her to tremble and groan, her belly tightening with her need for release.

  The sudden press of a finger into her bottom startled her, and she lurched forward. Troz growled at her and pulled her against his mouth.

  Lyx made a cooing noise. “Easy, my sex-pet. I lubed my finger, so this shouldn’t hurt.”

  Pain wasn’t presently part of her vocabulary. The surreal ambiance of the moment disorientated her. Each was dressed in finery while they performed perverted things to her. And she liked it.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  The soft licks halted against her clitoris. She felt Troz’s shoulders shift tight against the inside of her thighs, opening her further, and he clamped his lips on the exposed nub of her clit. He sucked hard.

  Erica cried out at the harsh pleasure. Head too heavy, it fell forward, but a second later Lyx cupped her chin and angled her head back. “Watch,” was his gruff command as he held her in position.

  “May I come?”

  Neither of her owners replied to her request. Desperation caused her to chance a glance at Lyx. When he caught her gaze in the mirror, he mouthed, “Watch.”

  She peered at her reflection. Her cheeks were bright, and a thin line of moisture beaded on her upper lip. More sucking followed by rapid flicks against her clitoris caused moisture to rush from her pussy. She must be drenching Troz with her arousal.

  “Please!” she panted. “May I come?” Her legs quaked as her climax approached.

  Lyx sounded cool and collected when he replied, “No.”

  Whimpers puffed from her parted lips, creating a ring of dew on the mirror. Her eyes were glassy, her mouth slack from her encroaching climax. She’d come soon without their permission unless she figured out a way to squash it.

  She thought of the weather, the differences between Earth and Baal’s climate, and when that didn’t help her increasing problem, she attempted to count her eyelashes.

  Lyx diverted her from her deliberations when he removed his finger from her ass. One less sensation made battling her orgasm a bit simpler. Lyx’s hold on her chin remained, and he held up his hand, the mirror reflecting a bright pink butt plug between his fingers. It looked massive, but Troz had already been inside her ass, so she knew she could take it if that was Lyx’s intentions. He popped the sex toy into his mouth—she assumed to lubricate it—and noticed the jewel at the base.

  “You’re watching me again,” Lyx chastised after removing the toy from his mouth.

  “Sorry.” Erica went back to counting her eyelashes, until she felt the tip of the butt plug press against her anus. Lyx pushed it in too fast for her to process the burn of entry, but the intensity of the wide base entering her in a quick pop wrenched a startled cry from her.

  Once the sex toy was in place, he tapped his wristband and the vibrators inside her turned on at a low hum.

  “Please!” she screamed. “May I come?” Her nails dug into the vanity, creating gouges in the surface.

  “Hmm….” Lyx leaned closer, his head right beside hers. “Convince me you really want it. Beg.”

  Her breath hitched. She’d vowed not to beg, and he’d promised she would.

  What happens if I come without their permission?

  “Punishment,” Lyx replied immediately to her thought, proving he was in her head like always.

  Lyx yanked the butt plug from her ass and her eyes went wide, her breath vanished on an abrupt hitch.

  Troz sucked harder on her clit.

  She moaned, as her belly cramped and her pussy clenched in need.

  Lyx pressed the butt plug back inside, repeating the movement over and over again.

  Her breathing splintered, and it felt like her body would shatter any second. “Please, please, pleas
e!” Heat threaded through her loins to fist in her belly. Afraid she’d orgasm without permission, she whimpered as she bit her bottom lip hard enough a thin line of blood grew evident. “Allow me to come, my masters of sex.”

  Lyx turned his head and pressed his lips to her ear. “Good girl. Come for us.”

  Not a moment too soon, Erica shattered, her scream echoing in the room. She slumped against the vanity, with her forehead on the smooth mirror, the coolness alleviating the fire burning her face. Lyx released her chin and supported her with a strong arm beneath her belly.

  Troz kissed her twitching clit before standing. One of them fiddled with the butt plug. She found herself face first in Troz’s arms, with his mouth on hers, while Lyx straightened her clothing into place.

  “Her thighs are so wet, Jamin will smell her arousal.” Lyx kissed the sensitive area of her nape.

  “Good,” Troz said against her mouth. “You injured yourself, angel.”

  Confused and unable to formulate a coherent sentence, she settled on frowning at him. Troz shifted her back into Lyx’s arms, pricked his thumb with a claw until moisture beaded on the surface. He spread the blood along her bottom lip.

  A scowl threaded across Troz’s brow. “If I’d been in your skin, I’d have known you’d reached your limit.”

  “She should’ve begged sooner.” Lyx nipped her bare shoulder. “She won’t hold onto her pride so long next time.”

  Doubting that outcome would be likely, Erica laughed.

  Her laugh turned to a groan when Troz said, “One orgasm down, five more to go.”

  LYX WATCHED AS Sanja squirmed in her seat at the dining room table. The only plausible excuse was the butt plug that remained in her ass. And what a fine view the jewel looked dressing up her tight hole.

  He peered around her to determine if Troz noticed her fidgeting. His husband winked at him, and in response Lyx returned his grin.