“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.”
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��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.
He placed his mouth to her ear. “Breathe through the pain, I’m not enlarging it further. I’m going to touch my armlet and freeze the plug where it is. It’ll become a part of your body like the collar around your neck and the vibrators I inserted before.”
“Wh—what if I have to go to the restroom.” Her cheeks burned from the question.
Troz chuckled.
She felt Lyx’s smile against her ear. “Think about it, my sex-pet. You’ve not required the facilities since you arrived. Do you recall seeing a toilet in our bathroom?”
Come to think of it she hadn’t on all accounts.
“Only humans release physical waste. You’re in Baal and your body has adjusted. It’ll excrete waste like ours, through your pores into the atmosphere.” Lyx’s fingers tapped against his armlet and she assumed he’d solidified the device killing her ass. He shifted his hip just a fraction, then drove into her pussy from behind.
Erica wailed at the sudden penetration, and he clamped his hands on her wrists, holding her motionless. Troz laced his fingers with hers, those skeins of his sliding up the back of her hands and along her arms.
Lyx’s thighs clinched her legs together tighter as he fucked her quickly. The dildo burned worse, and she could feel the bumps on his real dick and the fake one rubbing together through the slim skin between her two holes. His breathing was heavy in her ear, and despite the discomfort her desire grew more pronounced.
“Your body already welcomes the mix of pain and pleasure.” Lyx nipped her ear. “Your cries have turned to moans, and your pussy is clenching my cock.”
“Still hurts,” she managed to grunt out as he continued to pound into her.
He sank deep and went motionless. His palms slid down her arms and he sat up. “Of course it hurts. That’s part of the enjoyment, appreciating the dual sensations and getting off on it.”
“Do you like pain?” She could barely get the words out.
“No, but I enjoy giving it.” He was a demon, so she wasn’t surprised. “You’re forbidden to come until I allow it.”
“Bastard,” Troz mumbled, and Lyx chuckled, losing the tempo of his thrust for a brief moment as he burst into laughter. “I wanted to experience her orgasm now.”
Lyx tsked him. “You’re as impatient as she is, Troz.”
He fucked her like a demon on crack. She’d hurt afterward. Even as she cried from the pain, the ecstasy was almost too much to bear. A whiplash of sensation ripped through her, and her entire body convulsed as she slammed against an orgasm that was denied by his command. That hurt worse than the dildo stretching her ass and his cock fucking her.
His palms landed on either side of her head, and he buried his dick to the hilt inside her. Sanja was aware of the whimpers she made at the back of her throat, a pathetic noise that begged for release, but she didn’t have the sense of mind to request permission to climax.
His breath was hot against her ear. “Come now.”
The climax was instanteous, surprising her with its force. She quivered and shook beneath him, her pussy squeezing on his motionless cock. Her release was so intense she thought she blacked out for a moment. When she came to, she realized Troz’s forehead rested on her shoulder and he panted.
“That was nice. Really motherfucking nice.” Lyx licked her ear. “There’ll come a day when you beg me to give you pain before I deliver bliss.” He pulled out, and she missed him the moment he evacuated her body.
He lifted her off the lounger and strode out of the playroom, back into their bedroom, and settled her on the mattress. He climbed over her and lay on his back beside her. “Straddle me and fuck me until I come.”
Erica turned her head in his direction. He gripped his erection and stroked it, his eyes glued on her.
“I don’t know if I can move,” she admitted, attempting to process how she came just now while enduring pain.
“Hurt that bad?” Troz smoothed his palm down her back.
She shook her head. “The climax was so strong. I feel like mush.”
“No idea what mush is.” Troz kissed her navel. “But she’s so languid and floating in bliss at the moment. It’s amazing the way she receives and processes pleasure.”
So Troz was in her skin like always. She suspected he was becoming an addict to her orgasms. But he also seemed to enter her flesh when he felt the need to gauge her sensations.
Lyx reached out and somehow managed to drag her loose-limbed body over his. “Legs on either side of my thighs.”
She relocated them from between his legs to straddle his hips. His erection was hard against her belly. Talons out, his fingers wrapped around her throat, the tips of his claws indenting her skin. He held her head steady, elevated just off his chest with his eyes padlocked on hers. His other hand wound over her ass to slide between her legs so he could relocate the head of his cock to her entrance.
He flexed his hips upward against her pelvis and seated himself to the hilt inside her. Her eyes widened at the new stretch of sensation in this position. Using his hand on her throat, he pushed her upward until she straddled him in a seated position—as he’d commanded earlier. This position had him deeper than she could’ve imagined possible.
“Now fuck me like I told you to,” he demanded, his hand still grasping her throat, but his other one clamped on her hip. “Show her how, Troz.”
Troz moved in behind her and trapped her spine against his chest. His hands came around her, one flattening on her belly and the other between her breasts. “Relax and allow me to guide you.”
As if their bodies were united, he directed her on the way Lyx wanted her to move on his erection. Stuffed full in both holes, she’d have thought she’d feel deprived only having one male inside her, but with Troz executing the sensual dance, it felt as if he joined the intimacy. All through the mating, the thickness of Lyx’s length filling her over and over again, Lyx maintained his hold on her throat and their gazes glued on one another.
“My balls are tightening. I want her to blow with me, Troz.”
Troz’s hold shifted, one arm went around her waist, continuing to rock with her. The hand positioned low on her belly clenched on her abdomen and a moment later something rolled across her clitoris. At the contact, a breath hissed through her teeth. If it wasn’t his fingers, then it had to be the skeins that exited his body and entered hers. As the coil rolled back and forth across her clit, he felt everything she felt and he groaned against her ear.
The carnal delights were too much. Crammed full, with the bumps on Lyx’s cock rubbing against the fake one in her bottom, the bliss eclipsed any prevailing doubt she had about being with them. Troz continued to guide her sensual dance, leading to an intimacy that felt raw, fresh, and beautiful. And she imagined she could feel a part of his soul glide against hers. Sensation exposed to one demon, the other could glean her thoughts. Had she ever been so open to anyone before?
No.
It was too much, too raw, to
o…tender. Her heart swelled, while her pulse throbbed and her breath screamed from her lungs in hard rapid pants. Troz buried his face in the curve where her neck and shoulder met. Lyx still maintained hold of her throat, her gaze captured by his. She would implode with this approaching climax.
Troz quickened their pace, intensifying every sensation.
“In about ten seconds, I’ll blow my goddamn wad, Troz.” Lyx looked controlled, but he sounded as if he struggled for constraint. “I will own her seventh fucking climax. How’s that for ambitious, my sex-pet?”
Erica was too far gone to respond.
A bundle of skeins covered her clitoris and circled her little bud, hard and fast. Beneath her Lyx began to gasp, his face turning an odd shade of purple and red. Heat snaked from where they were joined, burned and flashed white-hot, ripping a strangled half-scream from her as the orgasm washed through her.
Troz bellowed, his ejaculation hitting her spine.
“Fuck…yes.” Lyx’s eyes rolled in his head as he groaned, filling her with hot jets of semen.
Erica went limp as her climax rolled to an end, only Troz and Lyx kept her in position. By surprise she realized her cheeks were wet from tears. It’d been too good, too profound not to cry.
Lyx loosened his hold on her throat, pulling her out of Troz’s grasp and down on his chest. As he kissed her, she tried to remember a time when she’d felt so happy.
No such memory surfaced.
THREE DAYS LATER, Troz arrived home to Lyx working on his handheld device and Sanja nowhere to be seen. “Where’s our slave?”
Lyx swiped his finger across the front of the device and glanced up. “Bathtub.”
He set the small cylinder cooler on the bedside table. “Was she sore from last night?” They’d taken her everyway imaginable the prior evening, but that’d become a staple of everyday life since purchasing their slave.
“I didn’t ask.” His lover tossed the reader on the sofa beside him. “I assumed she was. What’s in the cooler?”
“Ice cream.”
“For our sex-pet?”
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