Demon Spelled

by Gracen Miller

  Well that settles that.

  “I see things very clearly. I won’t harm you.”

  “You will.” The words were gasped like she drowned. With all her crying she just might.

  “Not permanently.” Lyx removed a palm from her right cheek and licked the tears away. He lowered his hand to her breast and slashed the tip of his talon across the upper curve.

  She cried out at the unexpected sting.

  “That was intentional.” Lyx bent his head and laved the cut he’d created.

  When he sucked on the wound the gentle tugs manifested a reaction between her thighs. Like always, her pussy vibrated with each of his suckles. And when he went back to licking, she groaned at the lack of stimulation.

  Time ceased to exist as he dined on her blood. She would’ve gripped him closer if not for the lingering reminder that he planned to lay his palm against her backside in anger.

  He lifted his head and simply said, “Troz.”

  As she watched, Troz nicked his tongue with a claw and blue blood surfaced. He grazed his tongue along her wound, while Lyx licked the tears from her other cheek.

  “All healed.” Eyes downcast, Lyx scraped his claw along the skin where he’d cut her. “Let me tell you what’ll happen tonight.” She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “After we shower, the spanking will come first. Best to get it over with, don’t you think?”

  No way he expected an answer, so she ground her teeth and gave him a scowl as a response.

  “We’ll fuck you all night long, from one orgasm to another.” That wasn’t anything new. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d gotten a full night of sleep.

  Lyx reached around to tap the butt plug they re-inserted after they fucked her each time. “You’ll take me here tonight.” Lyx’s nails rimmed her anus where the gadget stretched her. “While Troz fucks your tight pussy.” His other hand violently wrenched her head back by her hair, and she gasped at the stinging in her scalp, where the tips of his claws indented. “We’ll be rough with you tonight, more than normal. You can take it. You will take it.”

  Tears burned her eyes again, but it was the prismatic purple of his that terrified her. At this moment, she had no desire to test the depth of his exasperation.

  Troz pressed against her backside and nipped at her earlobe. He was naked with his cock pressing into her bottom. “There’ll be blood play involved.” She had no idea what blood play was and wasn’t certain she wanted to know. “Lyx wishes to dine on your blood. I might as well if we’re playing the sport. I’ll heal you after every cut. Too many cuts at once and, while you wouldn’t bleed out because you’re now immortal, you could become very weak and sick.”

  That ‘sport’ sounded like aberrant behavior and not any fun for her. And nothing similar to a sport in her opinion, but rather the ultimate domination and perversion.

  Again Lyx swiped her tears away with his tongue. “Keep feeding them to me, my sex-pet.” That he failed to utilize his new endearment—milien zariena—affected her profoundly. A sob choked her, and he kept licking the tears away. “They make me harder and with each taste, I lose a little more self-control.”

  That sounded a little too much like a threat, and the dam on her tears burst wide open.

  “Even with his discipline compromised, he won’t harm you.” Troz ran his teeth down the side of her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist. “We will push your limits, but there are no safe words with us. We will know how far we can push you.”

  There was only two ways they could know that. Lyx reading her mind and…“You’ll be in my skin, Troz?” She managed to push past her sniffling.

  “At all times.” His confirmation soothed her fear a fraction.

  Troz stepped backward with her in his embrace, disengaging her from contact with Lyx. Although her purple demon still maintained a strong hold on a swath of her hair.

  After a long moment, Lyx released her locks. Lyx’s movements were disjointed, expressing his unabated anger, as he unbuckled his belt and flung it aside. He lifted one leg, removed the boot and dropped it with a thud to the floor. The second shoe followed the same path. His prismatic purple eyes never left her face. Her gaze dropped when his hands went to his pants. With jerky movements, he undid his trousers and shoved them to the floor. His cock sprang free from the nest of bright red hair at his crotch. Long, wide, and bumpy, the crown leaked precum and visibly pulsed.

  No words were spoken between any of them. Troz turned with an abruptness that surprised her and entered the shower stall. She gasped as the first stream of water hit her. Hot, much warmer than she liked. Troz jostled her into the spary even through her gasps. Thankfully she acclimated to the temperature quickly enough.

  Multiple skull showerheads spewed water in all directions from above and the sides. A broad bench ran the length of the shower on one wall.

  She hadn’t been in this section of the bathroom before, and no luxury had gone unnoticed. The absence of steam made no sense with the heat of the water. Across from them, Lyx began to soap up his body.

  Troz started with her hair first. Wetting the locks, then scrubbing her scalp with his fingertips as he lathered shampoo through the strands. He rinsed and repeated the process. Next he bathed her with his bare hands. He showed her the small green ball he retrieved from the indention in the wall, and popped it between his palms. Suds exploded and he soaped up her body starting with her ankles and working up in a slow pattern, leaving no area untouched by the unending cleanser. His palms ran along the backs of her knees and up the front of her thighs, to push between her legs and soap the inside back down to the front of her knees. His touch moved along the backside of her thighs to her ass. He soaped and squeezed the mounds, running his finger along the crevice. Lower back was washed and up her spine to her shoulder blades. Down the tops of her arms to her fingers, where he cleansed each digit with meticulous care. Her palms were next and the underside of her arms. Normally she was ticklish on her sides, but the way Troz lathered her made her core respond with wetness.

  When his hands circled her abdomen, she tensed, anticipating the descent of his touch. They moved upward instead, cupping her breasts and taking a long fucking time washing her nipples. Until the peaks ached for more stimulation and her pussy wept for penetration.

  Lyx had finished bathing and watched Troz’s inspection. Sanja couldn’t glean his emotions, but the tight set of his jaw, along with the color of his eyes and those horns, suggested he remained agitated. If not for the evidence of his throbbing cock, she wouldn’t have been able to tell he was aroused.

  Troz washed her collarbone, the back and front of her neck, and even across her face. With her eyes closed to prevent the burn of suds in them, his sudden push into the spray left her sputtering. She could feel the suds wiggling down her body.

  Lyx was the one who pulled her out of the gush, one hand soapy—she guessed from another green ball—he wrapped is other arm around her back, the tips of his claws indenting her skin. She took his touch as a subtle warning to remain still.

  “Troz saved the best part for me.” Lyx’s dark smile forced shivers along her spine and fear tingled her consciousness. His smile vanished.

  Without any forewarning his very taloned fingers were between her legs and thrusting into her. She moaned at the burning need his touch intensified.

  Troz nudged her feet apart, widening her stance and feeding Lyx an easier intimate playground.

  “She likes the way you bathe her. She’s so goddamned wet, Troz.”

  She agreed on both accounts, no use in even a pitiful attempt at denying it. Her body gave her away every time.

  “Mmm…good to know.” Troz’s chest slid down her backside until he was kneeling behind her. He cupped her ass-cheeks and pulled them apart. His tongue slid around the dildo rimming her.

  Lyx went all business, removing his hand and washing away the soap. Once squeaky clean, he walked away and sat on the bench that was the most removed from the spray of water
. He spread his legs and rubbed his palms along his thigh. “Best to get it over with. Position yourself facedown over my legs.”

  She wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging herself. But no comfort came from the self-condolence. She glanced at Troz.

  He indicated Lyx with his hand. “I’ll walk you.”

  Well, he obviously offered no aid.

  Swallowing back bile, she glanced between them. “Ca—can’t one of you force me?”

  “No.” Lyx’s erection bobbed. Did the idea of spanking her arouse him?

  “Yes, it does,” he confirmed her thoughts. She swallowed again as he went on. “We’re already up to fifteen swats. You have to the count of five to comply or I’ll add five more. One, two, three….”

  He doesn’t have to count so fast! But not wanting any further swats to her backside, his rapid counting propelled her to move. Again, she couldn’t meet his gaze, but gripped his thighs and lowered herself over him. Once she was there, he widened his stride and repositioned her. He slightly lowered the leg supporting her upper body, and her palms hit the floor to steady herself. In this placement she was ass up and easily accessible. His arm landed across her back, and his hand curled against her side, holding her in position.

  “Spread your legs.” A commanding tone that brooked no leniency for defiance.

  I think I like the other Lyx better.

  His hand smacked her right cheek, and she yelped at the shocking sting. “That wasn’t part of the fifteen, but for your derogatory thought.” She’d never make it to fifteen licks if they all hurt that badly. He rubbed her flesh where he’d struck her and…that is oddly arousing. “It hurts worse than normal because you’re wet, but that’s part of the punishment. You still haven’t spread your legs.” His tone was mild, but she wasn’t taking any chances he’d add another slap to her bottom for any further noncompliance.

  She parted her thighs, knowing by doing so her pussy would now be as exposed as her ass that remained stuffed with the Lyx-like dildo. A hand pressed to her ankles, it could only be Troz since one of Lyx’s hands was on her back and the other would deliver the punishment. She assumed Troz’s touch was either to keep her stationary or his way to get in her skin. Whatever the reason, he had the perfect seat in the house to watch the show.

  “Count the swats. If you miss one, I’ll add another. Understood?”

  Sanja nodded.

  “Answer me verbally.”

  “Yes. I understand.” You callous bastard, she added silently, uncaring at this point if he heard her.

  His palm connected directly over the butt plug. A tiny yelp emitted from her lips before she grit her teeth together and held the sound back.

  “Count,” Lyx said.

  She took a deep breath and forced the number from her lips. “One.” No sooner was the word out, his hand struck her left cheek. She flinched and bit her cheek.

  “Don’t make me remind you to count each time.” Lyx rubbed the spot he’d just hit. “Trying to keep me from hearing your pain does not salvage your pride when I can hear your thoughts.”

  “I feel what you feel.” Troz’s thumb wisped against her anklebones. “Count, Sanja.”

  “Two.” The digit squeaked out. Lyx surprised her with an unexpected swat on the opposite butt cheek. From there he swapped back and forth between buttocks, and even gave her a random slap on the dildo too. “Three…four…five…six….” Tears fell from her eyes, and her ass hurt. She never again wanted to repeat this lesson, even if some perverse side of her liked it. Each swat seemed connected to her pussy and brought her closer to the edge of a climax.

  “Seven!” Eight more to go. She cried, uncaring that he heard her. Had that smack been harder, or just exaggerated over inflamed skin? She’d never make it without begging him to stop. Not that he would cease, she knew better, but the pleading would be one more aspect of the humiliation she endured.

  “Lyx,” the rest of whatever Troz had to say was followed by demon-speak.

  Lyx listened, his whacks stalling as he rubbed her abused butt cheeks and pressed against the dildo. Did he think his caresses would eliminate the pain? Instead his touch stung…but aroused her too. Her clit pulsed. One small touch and she’d shoot off like a bottle rocket.

  Whatever Troz said, Lyx removed his hand and one of them applied a lick to an achy mound. The next swat landed where her ass met her thigh. The slight shift in location turned her cry to a groan. It was too close to her pussy.

  “Eight,” she whispered just before the ninth hit landed in the same spot but on the other side. “Nine.”

  He kissed her ass this time and delivered the next lick right on her pussy, the force of it a good bit softer than the ones to her cheeks.

  She jerked against him with a squealed, “Ten!”

  Lyx’s hand rotated, and he pressed a finger into her. He said something in demon, but since Troz didn’t reply, she wasn’t sure if he’d responded with head movement or if no response was required.

  Another smack on her pussy. “Eleven,” she whimpered, balling her fingers into fists. If he kept this up, she’d come. Probably before he hit fifteen. Twice more in rapid succession, she barely got each counted off before he delivered the next.

  At thirteen. Two more to go.

  Troz still maintained his grasp on her ankles. He spoke more demon, which rattled her nerves because her curiosity grew.

  Lyx rubbed her clit, snatching a long moan from her. Round and round his finger went until she was on the cusp of cresting into ecstasy. A demonic word from Troz and Lyx stopped. The swat this time connected with the dildo and her pussy and sent her over the edge. She climaxed, crying out as her body succumbed to pleasure.

  “Goddamn,” she heard Troz mumble as Lyx fucked her with his fingers intensifying her release. It took her a long time to come out of the haze of bliss, but her demons didn’t seem to mind.

  They waited patiently and only after her body stopped shimming with her orgasm, did Lyx prod, “What number was that?”

  Her brain felt like mush and her body, too. At least he didn’t sound angry with her for forgetting to count or climaxing ahead of schedule. If there was a schedule. “Fif—no fourteen.” They were breathy words, but all she could manage.

  The final swat was light and only agitated her inflamed flesh. She had no idea why he’d delivered such a gentle strike, but she wouldn’t complain. He lifted her, and she was momentarily disoriented by the sudden shift in placement. When her ass landed on his thighs, she cried out at her tender backside.

  “You’ll be sore for a bit. But so will other parts of you when we’re finished with you.” Lyx cupped her cheeks and nibbled at her lips. “You’ve pleased me,” he said against her lips before devouring them in a kiss. His tongue shoved inside and tangled with hers. “Another fine example of the fine line between pleasure and pain, and you embrace the edge easily every time I deliver it.”

  “I don’t wish to repeat punishment. I hate it when you’re angry with me. I try to micromanage my thoughts, so I won’t displease you, but sometimes it’s hard Lyx.”

  Their gazes met, his had returned to orange. “You will come to accept your value to us in time.”

  He kissed her, and she melted into the embrace. This was the Lyx she loved, the seductive, sexy, gentle creature she’d met. The male that—

  Wait…love? She gasped against his lips, and her eyelids flew upward.

  Lyx rubbed his nose against hers, and his smile boasted supreme satisfaction. Of course he’d gleaned her thoughts, but had the term been an expression only? The same way she ‘loved’ chocolate and ‘loved’ horror movies, even though she watched most of them through the slits of her fingers?

  Lyx watched her, and she predicted he waited for her to reach a decision. Yes…yes, I have grown to love Lyx. Nothing else could explain her panic for his welfare. I love Troz, too. All his broodiness and the direct approach were aspects she adored.

  But how could she have fallen in love with them so fa
st?

  “You’ll never doubt our devotion again. Or how much we cherish you.” It wasn’t an ‘I love you’ back, but he could’ve laughed in the face of her raw feelings rather than demonstrate pleasure for them. Could demons even love? Lyx said they couldn’t, but…he kissed her forehead. “Not even your newfound emotions will alter tonight’s plans, but you won’t want them to change.” Grasping her hips, he settled her on her feet. “Go to Troz. Tell him.”

  PUZZLED BY THEIR conversation, Troz watched as Lyx set Sanja on her feet.

  She pivoted. Her green eyes were dark with emotion. Two steps and she had her arms locked tight around him.

  He returned her embrace, careful not to touch her throbbing bottom. Understanding Lyx’s agitation over her misguided belief they’d discard her so quickly and believing she deserved a spanking for those thoughts were two different things. Yes, she should’ve trusted them, but he, better than anyone, knew trust was earned not freely given. She’d reached her threshold for pain, and Troz had interfered. Determined to hold true to his word, Lyx’s response had been to alter the placement of those swats. That she’d trusted them enough through the humiliation to orgasm gave him hope she’d eventually acknowledge her placement in their life.

  She rubbed her cheek against his chest. “I love you, Troz.”

  Had he heard right? Only his grandmother had ever said she loved him. And he’d felt the emotion from her. It was the greatest feeling, close to what he felt for and from Lyx. But to have this precious woman say those words to him…priceless.

  He glanced at Lyx over her head. His spouse had risen and carefully watched him.

  “Now I understand what you meant when you said nothing compared to your grandmother’s profession of love.” Lyx’s expression had softened, and he seemed a touch overwhelmed.

  Happiness besieged Troz. Life was perfect, had been for a long time, but Sanja added to his family. Spiced up their life and gave them what they’d been missing, a woman to spoil, cherish and adore. They were each powerful demons in their own right, and cossetting each other would’ve been awkward in the best scenario. Their lives were lived together, and they bought things as one on occasion but for the most part, they did as they pleased. Even took lovers at random, sometimes as a duo and other times separately. Sanja would be the mother for their children. And she was theirs to enjoy. They shared her equally. More importantly, she united them in a way they hadn’t been before.