Butt-ass naked, Lyx sat beside Troz, his long erection pulsing with his obvious desire. Lyx grasped her other hand and laced their fingers together. In his other hand, he held a remote control. Moisture leaked from her pussy, and the dildo fucking her grew noisy with her wetness.
After a few minutes of watching her masturbation, Troz leaned over and began to blow Lyx. At the sight, her arousal skyrocketed. Troz looked at her as he made a show of swirling his tongue around Lyx’s head. “You may come, Sanja.”
She blew instantly, crying out and squeezing their hands as her pleasure deluged her. After a long moment she came back to her senses. Troz was sucking Lyx to the back of his throat. The discomfort from the button against her clitoris increased, and Erica attempted to squirm away. But Troz had commanded her to remain motionless.
“Let me up,” she whimpered as the bump rubbed away at her too sensitive clitoris.
In response to her request, Lyx lifted the remote, the vibrations intensified and the dildo fucked her harder. When she came the next time, Lyx joined her, throwing his head back against the sofa and emptying into Troz’s mouth.
With a devilish grin, Lyx showed her the remote and amped up the pulsations against her clit. Unable to move, she screamed at the intensity. Breath escaped her and her entire body shook.
“She’s had too much. Turn it off.”
Erica breathed a breath of relief when the apparatus went off. Even the dildo ceased to fuck her. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
LYX RECLINED ON the sofa, his eyes languid as he gazed at their concubine. Troz pushed off the sofa, and Lyx tossed the remote next to him on the floor. After watching her come three times and getting Lyx off, Troz wanted inside her.
Gently, Troz slid her off the apparatus and urged her to her belly on the sofa, resting her head on Lyx’s thigh. Troz clutched her hips and shifted her into position. Ass up with her damp folds exposed and still clenching from release, the butt plug’s gemstone caught the light. Hair in disarray around her face, the ginger locks obscured her features from his view.
He understood her reluctance to give in to them and forget her life, but she’d pleased him just now by totally letting go physically. She missed her former life, the control she’d once owned, but none of that could be regained. If he’d stolen her from her world, he might experience guilt, but he’d bought her, saved her from the very hell-like existence Baal could provide to one of her ilk. Together he and Lyx would provide her with a damn fine future, better than any other demon could give her or would give her.
He glanced at Lyx, who stroked his growing cock from base to tip. His thumb circled his crown, smearing purple precum. “She thinks it’s unfair her orgasms are stronger with you than when she gives them to herself.”
Troz chuckled. “Is that true, Sanja?”
“It is unfair.” She blew a long tress out of her eyes.
“We didn’t give you the last two.” Troz smoothed his palm over her rounded ass. “The machine did that, angel.”
“Doesn’t matter,” she sounded tired, but he was a long way from being finished with her.
Lyx plucked her hair off her face, tossing the long locks over her other shoulder. He rimmed her lips with his fingertips. “Part these beautiful lips and allow me to fuck them while Troz fucks you.”
He waited for her response, but she gave no verbal reply, except to simply push an arm beneath her chest so she could leverage herself into a better position to take his cock. Expecting a protest, her compliance bemused Troz.
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 recei
ved 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 rea
l 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.
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