Demon Spelled

by Gracen Miller

  “You blacked out.”

  Her eyes widened as Lyx fed her more cum.

  There was something insanely erotic about their woman consuming his seed. “Until you allow yourself to let go sexually, you’ll continue to black out.” He withdrew his finger and cupped her face. “I know you feel guilty for enjoying our perversions, but there is no sound reason for your shame. Own your wants and desires. You’ll be liberated if you do, and the pleasure you’ll experience…Mmmm.”

  “Angel, trust us to care for your sexual pleasure the way we care for your physical requirements.” Troz kissed her temple. “Trust.”

  She peered between them as Lyx released her. “I’ll try.”

  “Good.” Lyx shifted so he could run his forked tongue up the center of her belly. “Time to play.”

  Sanja shuddered.

  Troz hoped her physical reaction was in anticipation of what was to come. Just because she’d blacked out didn’t mean they’d suddenly go easy on her. Oh, no, just the opposite. They would push her harder to get past her fears.

  HOURS LATER, SANJA lay sprawled across Lyx’s chest, her hair tickling random areas. Her face was buried against his neck, and her soft breath puffed against his skin. Lyx wanted to remain inside her body. Wet, soft, warm, and even tighter with the dildo in her ass. He could believe paradise a real location when he fucked her and Troz. The idea of experiencing, feeling, and receiving love wasn’t as farfetched as he’d once believed.

  He caught sight of Troz over her shoulder. As if he could read Lyx’s thoughts, Troz smiled, a satisfied grin, not a gloating one. His spouse left his position and lay down beside them, capturing Lyx’s lips Troz kissed him. A soft, happy, contented type of embrace.

  Troz parted from the kiss and ran his fingers along his jaw. “She could be conceiving our child right now.”

  He expected Sanja to tense over that statement, but she didn’t even acknowledge it.

  “Yes,” Lyx said. He hoped she was. He didn’t even care which of them she conceived a baby with first. Just to have a mini-demon that was theirs would satisfy him.

  Troz combined locks of Lyx and Sanja’s hair and ran them through his lips. “You allowed her to come too soon. I wanted to watch her beg some more.”

  “You do things your way, and I do them mine.” Lyx ran his claws down her spine, each vertebra clicking against the purple tips. “But we could play with her together in a bit and see how much we can make her beg.”

  Sanja groaned, her first response to their conversation.

  Lyx chuckled, and Troz grinned. Their armlets buzzed, and an orange light glowed around the band signifying a request for an emergency meeting with their Queen.

  “Sorry, milien zariena, we’ve been summoned to an emergency meeting.” Lyx combed his fingers through her hair as she lifted her head to peer at him.

  Troz leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “We’ll return soon, angel.” And then his spouse was out of the bed and pulling on his pants.

  Leaving her body and putting her away from him proved difficult. As he dressed, he ogled her.

  She lay on her back, arms above her head, with her hair in chaos across the mattress and her body. Legs slightly parted, their purple and blue seed discoloring the bald folds of her pussy. Her nipples were puckered, saluting the ceiling, and she appeared drowsy, well fucked, and sated.

  Once his pants were hooked into place, Lyx leaned over her and brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. “While we’re gone, rest and rejuvenate for later. I’ll break out some toys and play with you for a long, long while.” He trailed his talon along her bottom lip, pleased when she didn’t flinch from fear of being cut or protest the idea of him using toys on her. “If you require anything…food, drink, whatever, tell Fairy.”

  She nodded.

  He kissed her nose and turned to Troz. “Ready?”

  “Yes.” Troz tossed a wistful glance in Sanja’s direction. The sooner they returned, the better.

  Lyx adjusted the tones on his wristlet to take him to Highness Hall where Jakira resided. They should’ve departed straightaway rather than saying their goodbyes to Sanja. Their Queen rarely summoned them, and when she did it usually indicated trouble brewed.

  “You think it could be the goddamn angels?” Lyx wanted to be snuggled in bed with Sanja as soon as possible.

  “Anything’s possible.”

  A matter of seconds lapsed as their bracelets transported them to Highness Hall straight into Jakira’s receiving room. There weren’t many who were trusted enough to bypass the inspection process. They were among the few. Together they entered, side-by-side as they strode toward their Queen.

  Their leader sat on a dais attired in a white ankle-length dress, beaded with diamonds. Black vipers twisted about her head, the only hair she’d ever possessed. She’d been likened to Medusa more than once. Disliking the comparison, Jakira had slaughtered the Greek bitch. She was the daughter of Satan, but she had started this realm several millennia ago when she wearied of her father’s war with their Creator.

  When she greeted them with a tight smile, her pitch-black eyes sparkled with white pinpricks reminding Lyx of the earthly evening sky. “Your arrival took longer than I anticipated.”

  “We were otherwise engaged.” Troz held her stare, no inflection in his tone.

  Jakira was the builder of Baal, and she ruled with an iron hand, but they were huge assets to her control. Alliances she couldn’t afford to lose.

  Pondering her unusual moodiness, Lyx surveyed the room. Tension snapped his spine straight the moment he spied the archangel. Yep, the goddamn angels were at the root of the problem.

  Baal maintained a harmonious relationship with Heaven, a few angels were allowed in for various purposes, but never to reside. That an angel was present on the heels of Troz’s meeting with Jakira earlier, could only mean one thing…they’d come to claim their woman.

  Over my dead fucking body.

  Jakira nodded at the angel. “You know Michael.”

  Troz inclined his head, while Lyx declined to acknowledge the statement. As a reply, he settled on glaring at the archangel. One of the most uptight motherfuckers that lived.

  “Michael has come to retrieve his daughter.”

  Lyx cut his eyes in Jakira’s direction just in time to catch her elevating her eyebrows.

  Fuck me. Michael was Sanja’s father. Nothing could’ve prepared him for the knowledge that she carried the genetics of an archangel. They were the most deadly and powerful of the lot.

  “Can’t have her.” Troz maintained a neutral tone. “She wasn’t registered as nephilim. We weren’t aware of her angelic origins until after we sampled her. By law that leaves you with zero entitlement.”

  Sampled her blood, not her body, but truth and evasion were fine lines in Baal. Telling a lie was impossible, but Troz hadn’t prevaricated.

  “Do your superiors know you fornicated with a witch?” Lyx eyed the heavenly do-gooder. They could spread their seed among humans, but witches were off limits to angels.

  The corners of Michael’s eyes crinkled as he narrowed them.

  Jakira leered.

  “Doesn’t matter.” The angel’s lofty demeanor grated on Lyx’s nerves. The entirety of his race erroneously believed they were superior to demons. “She’s my daughter. A nephilim. It is forbidden for demons to own them.”

  Troz shrugged. “In some cases. That she wasn’t registered makes all the difference. Got an issue with that take it up with your do-gooder father. He made the rules on this issue, not us.” He finally looked at the angel. “She’s ours. Bedded more than once”—the angel flinched—“and likely already conceived our child. If you come for her, you angel-fuck, you better bring a host of comrades with you.”

  “Won’t help you, though.” Lyx was the fighter, Troz the policymaker, but that didn’t neutralize his power or make him any less formidable of an adversary. They’d fight to the death to keep her. She was their woman, theirs to p
rotect, and would eventually be the mother of their children—if not already. That meant she’d become as vital as breath to them. “Although I admit I will enjoy taking down more of you feather-fucks.”

  Michael glared at Lyx, but spoke to Jakira. “Keeping her violates the pact you made with Heaven.” The angel faced their Queen. “Release her to my care forthwith or I’ll rain wrath down on Baal until it no longer stands.”

  Jakira laughed and rose from her seat. The white pinpricks in her eyes expanded, detailing her anger. “Flyboy, you dare to come into my domain spilling lies and threaten me?” The vipers about her head united, rising and twisting, spitting their anger. “Lyx here”—she motioned to him—“singlehandedly slaughtered more than one hundred thousand of your kind.”

  “One hundred thirty one thousand plus to be somewhat precise.” He could’ve tacked on the extra three hundred and thirteen, but that was just bragging.

  Jakira smirked. “I like my odds, Michael.”

  “Allow the girl to choose.” Michael apparently held no shame for his actions and wouldn’t give in too easily. “She’s been kidnapped, raped, and God only knows what else.”

  “Sodomy,” Lyx said straight-faced for no other purpose than to agitate the angel. “Oral sex. Double penetration. Butt plugs. Pussy spankings. Lots and lots of it all. Lots and lots more kinky shit to come.”

  “You sadistic freak!” Anger pinched Michael’s lips into a garish streak of white. “You defile purity.”

  They defiled no one. She was theirs, they gave her pleasure, and she’d submitted to them. Lyx had taken a step in the direction of the holy-roller when Troz stunned him with his reply and halted his stride.

  “I’ll allow her to voice her opinion, but Michael remains in the room and is identified as her father.”

  Lyx glanced sharply at Troz. What the hell was he up to?

  A leer twitched one corner of Troz’s mouth. “I’m certain she’ll detail how we’ve defiled her.”

  “It would be unwise to distinguish me as her parent.” A flash of a nervous glint hit the holy fucker’s eyes, and he was back peddling a moment later. “We’ve never fully met. It could be traumatic for her to discover her origins so callously.”

  “No more traumatic than being kidnapped, raped, and defiled, wouldn’t you say?” Jakira extended him a saucy grin. “Which one of you will retrieve her?”

  “I will.” Lyx looked at Troz, and his lover nodded. He faced his Queen. “She was languid, sated, and drowsy after being well-fucked when we left her. I might have to rouse her before dressing her, but I will return as quickly as possible.”

  A devilish twinkle sparkled in the pinpoints of light in her eyes. “Languid and well sated? Yes…being raped and defiled has that affect on me also.”

  A strangled sound emerged from the angel.

  Lyx chuckled at his leader’s prod and glanced at Michael with a ‘yeah, take that honesty you prudish fuck, and shove it up your ass sideways!’ expression. He departed the room wearing a satisfied grin on his face.

  When he entered his bedroom, Sanja remained on the bed in the same position they’d left her and she slept. Her breasts rose with her soft inhalations. Legs parted, the evidence of his and Troz’s seed coated her thighs and cunt.

  He despised waking her. He’d been rough with her. Maybe too rough too soon, but she’d responded, and the sharp lash of pain had culminated in her release more than once. He’d been pleased when she hadn’t retreated into the black abyss again. But she needed her rest.

  Lyx retracted his claws and ran the tips of his fingers along her forehead. “Sanja, milien zariena, wake up.”

  Her eyelids fluttered. A peek at her beautiful green orbs and they slid shut once more.

  He caressed her cheek and called her name again.

  SANJA BLINKED AT the sound of her name. Groaned when it was called a second time. Lyx’s face came into focus. Groggy, and sleepy, she just wanted to curl up into a ball and slumber for a couple of days.

  How long had she been snoozing? They must’ve really worn her out if she felt this tired after a nap. Felt like they’d just left.

  She stretched, and Lyx’s fingertips circled her navel, his gaze hot enough it felt like a volcanic blast. The combination of his touch and expression electrified her body once more.

  With them I feel special. And she liked that. A lot. It was addictive. And the sense of belonging was alluring. “How long have I been sleeping?”

  “Not long.” His wispy caress shifted to her nipple, and the peak hardened instantly to his touch. He smiled, obviously pleased by her reaction. “Our Queen wishes to see you. I’ve come to collect you.”

  Queen? That sounded frightening.

  “Why do I interest her?” She hoped the quiver in her voice wasn’t as audible to him as it had broadcast to her ears.

  His touch shifted, and he fingered her jaw. “Do not work yourself up over the meeting.”

  That was easier said than done. Her imagination ran rampant…would the Queen damn her into a fiery pit? Refuse to allow the guys to keep her? Or could it be worse? But what could be worse?

  “Relax, Sanja. You’re overthinking again.” He clasped her hand, guided her off the bed and walked her into the bathroom. “I’d prefer to leave you messy because I like knowing you’re damp with our seed.” He wet a washcloth. “The material of your clothes will cling to you if I leave you untidy, so…bend over and place your hands on the counter.”

  No thought to deny his request, she went into position. She’d second-guessed his command earlier. So much had happened in a short period of time. Lyx could do anything he wanted to her, and she’d allow it.

  “Spread your legs so I can get to your sweet pussy.”

  She adjusted her stance and a moment later felt the cool swipe of the material across her vaginal lips. His thumb pressed the cloth against her opening, and wiggled his digit before sliding upward to scrub across her clit. A groan hit the back of her throat and she jerked at the casual touch.

  “Have I told you lately how much I adore your responsiveness, my sex-pet?” There was that hated word again. He tossed the washcloth into the sink.

  “A time or two,” she admitted, ignoring the despised nickname.

  “Milien zariena, I wish we had time to play.” But that endearment warmed her.

  Holding her position, she glanced at him over her shoulder offering the use of her body with her thoughts.

  He presented her with a pleased smile. “I so fucking wish. Follow me, Sanja.”

  Sanja trailed him as he guided her out of the bathroom. Disappointment lingered as the thought of him taking her braced against the counter flashed through her head. But by his air of business, she guessed they were on a time schedule. And she imagined no one should keep a queen waiting.

  A new set of clothes was strewn on the sofa. A flimsy set of pants that looked a lot like the harem costume they’d dressed her in more than once.

  He indicated the attire. “Dress.” As she pulled the pants on, Lyx detailed further instructions. “When we arrive in Jakira—our Queen’s—chamber, there are certain rules you must follow. Do not speak unless invited to talk.”

  She nodded. That wouldn’t be a problem. She’d probably be so tongue-tied she’d have difficulty forming a coherent sentence anyway.

  “Don’t look directly at her unless she instructs you to do so.”

  As she dragged the shirt over her head, Sanja said, “Okay.”

  He stepped to her and adjusted the top to his liking. “But most important, when you enter, you must prostrate yourself at her feet.”

  Sanja tensed and chanced a peek up at him. “As in bow?”

  “No.” He held her gaze, his expression serious. “As in lie facedown on the floor at her feet. Do not move until she grants permission for you to rise.”

  Subservient attitudes weren’t her specialty. A knot formed at the back of her throat, and her belly rolled at the notion. She said nothing, just simply shuffled
her feet. She apparently wouldn’t be given shoes, but shoes had only been provided twice, so going about barefoot had become normal to her.

  Lyx must’ve read her mind again, because he asked, “Would it be easier if I commanded your compliance to these rules?”

  “No.” She swallowed, or tried to influence a suddenly dry mouth to form moisture and obey her will. “I wish to please you on my own, Lyx.”

  His features relaxed. “That pleases me.” And the look in his eyes said he wouldn’t forget her submission. “Ready?”

  He offered her his hand. With a nod, she placed her palm into his. A moment later they vanished from his room and reappeared in a large chamber.

  Teleporting disoriented her every time. Before she could get her bearings Lyx stepped in front of her. “Gaze on the floor.” As she complied, he took her elbow. “I’ll provide you with balance.”

  The high-polished black floors beneath her feet were threaded with pale-pink ribbons throughout. The stone flooring reminded her of marble, but the texture didn’t feel like stone. Their footsteps didn’t even echo.

  She could feel Troz’s presence and his observation. From her peripheral vision she could tell there were at least two others in the room. As she and Lyx neared them, she saw the flash of white clothing and shoes, recognized the glimmer as diamonds and assumed it was their Queen. The slight pressure Lyx applied to her hand confirmed her suspicion.

  Sanja grit her teeth. I can do this for my guys…and for the first time in her life, she prostrated herself before another. The floor wasn’t cool like marble, but warm and felt softer than stone.

  A soft, sultry laugh echoed in the room. “You have taught her well in such a short time.”

  The presence of someone knelt beside her. She abhorred the feeling of being inspected like a bug…or a puppy. The moment reminded her of what she’d felt when her world had been ripped from her and Troz had purchased her. Nerves cartwheeled through her belly. She bit her lip to keep her emotions hidden and herself from bolting. Although she had no idea to where she’d run.