Demon Spelled

by Gracen Miller

  Troz placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head back. “You cannot utter those words carefree. You must mean them, Sanja.”

  “I know what love is, Troz. I’ve had very little of it in my life, but I know I love you and Lyx.”

  His chest felt too tight for his erratic heartbeat. Not just because he cherished the confession, and he did, but because he couldn’t say the words back to her. And she deserved to be loved. But even if he felt the emotion for her, to admit them in Baal would make him a weak demon.

  This gift of love that she gave him was more than he deserved. He was too selfish to turn it away. He’d treasure this present and would find someway to merit it. “I won’t allow you to regret those words.”

  He kissed her, plundering her mouth, while resisting the inclination to bury as far inside her as he could get. Long minutes later, he came up for air. Lyx stood at their side, and Troz kissed him, too. For the first time since his marriage to Lyx, Troz felt like he belonged to a real family.

  Lyx ran his thumb along Sanja’s bottom lip. “Troz hasn’t had the pleasure of feeling these wrapped around his cock. Why don’t you give him a taste, milien zariena?”

  Troz kissed her one last time before striding to the bench on which Lyx had delivered justice. He sat, leaned against the wall, and spread his legs wide enough she could navigate between them.

  Loved him? He couldn’t believe his good fortune.

  SANJA MOVED TO kneel in front of him, but Lyx halted her. From behind he pressed his lips against her ear, his breath creating a riot of gooseflesh along her skin. “Bend over and place your forearms on his thighs.”

  With his hand between her shoulder blades, Lyx guided her forward.

  After going into position, she looked up at Troz. He gathered her hair together in one hand and held it out of her face. With his other hand, he held the base of his shaft. Holding his eyes, she licked the crown and swirled her tongue around the head. A breath hissed from his lungs as she took just the tip into her mouth and sucked hard. She took him all the way to the back of her throat, and he groaned. She didn’t have a damn clue what she was doing but loved that she excited him.

  From behind her, Lyx nudged her feet apart with his, widening her stance. The spray of water hit her exposed pussy, and she jerked off Troz’s cock with a startled squeal.

  “Easy, angel.” Troz applied pressure to the back of her head, holding her in her bent over position.

  She groaned as the stream pulsated against her intimate opening.

  “Wrap those lips and tongue back around me while Lyx makes you feel good.”

  What Lyx was doing couldn’t be normal sexual play. She’d never heard Tiara talk about it. As she enveloped Troz’s dick with her mouth, Lyx somehow managed to shift the water back and forth.

  She sucked hard and moved up and down his length. The longer the water pulsated against her flesh, the more groans she made and the faster she moved. Each sputter of the water against her clit made her knees quake.

  Troz took over, guiding her head with his hand in her hair. Fast and deep, slow and shallow, his pace seldom the same. The flavor of his essence began to hit her tongue. Close, her demon was close to coming.

  “I’m not going to last much longer, Lyx.” Troz fucked her mouth fast after that.

  In response to his statement, Lyx said, “I want you to swallow all of his cum when he orgasms.”

  Sanja released her suction and said, “Okay,” around his dick.

  “Keep pleasing me, my sex-pet.” Lyx removed the stream of water and opened her intimate lips with a hand. He placed a kiss against her clitoris. “How I love this bundle of nerves.” The water hit straight on her bared clit.

  She cried out, her knees shaking so bad she had no idea how she remained in position. Heat burned through her body, and her belly clenched. A moment later she came violently, moaning all over Troz’s cock. She’d have lost her position if Lyx hadn’t caught her by her hips and wrenched her up. A breath lapsed and he drove into her pussy, his thick length filling her. She screamed again, digging her nails into Troz’s thighs as the pleasure and pain of Lyx’s sudden penetration coalesced with a new climax. The rough slaps of his body against her abused bottom made her wince in pain, but the deep glide of his dick was pure bliss.

  Troz held her head motionless as he pumped up into her mouth. He buried her face against his pelvis and came with a growl of pleasure. Determined not to lose one drop of his release, Sanja swallowed and licked until he jerked her head up. Troz positioned her head on his lap and played with her hair while Lyx fucked her without mercy.

  Her whimpers and cries filled the stall. His length scrubbed against something deep inside her, and it quickly shoved her toward another climax. She’d already had three, how many more would she receive before they departed the shower?

  Abruptly Lyx drove deep and went motionless. He curled his palm around her throat and lifted her, arching her spine so her head could rest against his chest. For a long time he fucked her in that uncomfortable position, then halted again with his breathing labored. Lyx pushed her back down into Troz’s lap and went motionless.

  She winced when Lyx yanked the dildo out of her ass. He tossed it over his shoulder, and it sounded like metal hitting the floor. Weird, since the plug hadn’t felt like metal.

  “Going to lube you, my sex-pet.” A capsule feeling object entered her rectum, followed by a second and third. They’d never used more than one before. Neither did she know from where he retrieved the lube. Lyx pumped his fingers into her ass while he slowly thrust into her pussy. “Good thing your cunt provides all the lubrication you need.”

  He exited her body and made a slight shift in his position. A moment later, he pressed the head of his cock against her anus.

  “Relax,” he said as he began to push into her. “You’re prepared to take me.”

  She expected the pain and did her best not to tense. He was bigger than Troz. There was also a level of excitement there, too. She wanted him taking her this way.

  The first series of bumps tugged at her tight hole, and she whimpered.

  Lyx froze, but Troz eased him with, “She’s okay.”

  He’s taking care of me by being in my skin. She turned her head and took him back into her mouth. Troz groaned and sounded like he cursed in his demon dialect.

  Lyx went a little deeper and waited. “Goddamn, she’s tighter than I anticipated, Troz.”

  “Yeah,” Troz’s voice sounded strangled as she swallowed him as deep as she could into her throat. “Tighter than any demon. Feels better, too.”

  “Fuck yeah.” Lyx rubbed her back and inched in more until his head breached her sphincter.

  Sanja lifted her head and spoke against Troz’s crown, “Go all the way inside me, Lyx.”

  “I’ll hurt you.”

  He’d spanked her earlier. That’d hurt, too, and he hadn’t cared. Why the concern now?

  “Just do it. Please.” She took Troz’s cock deep again, burying her face against his pelvis and swallowed.

  Lyx drove deep, and she groaned at his abrupt invasion. Her cunt pulsed at the sweet mix of pain and pleasure. Lyx was right, he had shown her there was a fine line between the two.

  He pulled almost all the way out and drove back in.

  “Oh, my gawd,” she mumbled around Troz’s cock.

  Lyx repeated the movements over and over again, and she was moaning nonstop as she sucked on Troz.

  Troz stopped her and lifted her head enough that she could gaze at him. “You need us both in you?”

  To be possessed by them was exactly what she required. “More than I need to breathe.”

  “Bed,” Lyx said, halting deep inside her.

  “No. Here.” Troz shut off the water on their end of the shower and lay down on his back on the floor. “Come, Sanja.”

  Lyx released her hips and withdrew from her body. Only a slight sting followed his departure.

  She straddled Troz, caught the ba
se of his erection and sank down on him. Her head fell backward at the wonderful fullness. Having him in her pussy was akin to returning home. Perfect. Just perfect.

  Impatient to claim her together, Lyx pressed her down over Troz. She caught her upper body with her hands on either side of Troz’s head.

  She held Troz’s gaze as she waited for Lyx to enter her again. His thighs hit the back of hers. He gripped one hip and positioned his cock against her backdoor with his other hand. Just the tip of his crown sank into her, and Lyx clamped his hand on her shoulder. In one hard move, he thrust deep into her ass. Her breath caught in her lungs at the abrupt invasion. Pain corkscrewed through her, and her eyes widened at the unexpected roughness of his entry.

  Troz joined Lyx’x movements, both of them filling her at the same time and exiting together, always providing her with bliss and a sliver of pain. They rode her hard with no limits and allowed her none either. With each thrust Lyx delivered to her backside, she jerked against Troz. The rapid smacks of Lyx’s flesh against her inflamed bottom drowned out the sound of the showerheads still on.

  On some level she accepted it wasn’t normal to be taken by two men this roughly. Both of them driving into her as if they could become a part of her if they went a little faster or shoved a little harder.

  Her fingertips tingled, and her elbows shook, but she remained elevated and staring into Troz’s black eyes.

  I won’t survive. No way can I survive.

  She could picture Lyx behind her on his knees, one hand gripping her hip and the other clamped on her shoulder holding her in place as his pelvis pistoned, ramming his cock into her. His head would be thrown back, his flaming red hair wet and sticking to his body. A glorious sight she would’ve loved to witness.

  Beneath her Troz watched her like a male who adored her, who would breathe solely for her. Watched her like a man who…loved her.

  If only. She would make do with whatever emotion they saw fit to give her. She lifted her hand from the floor and touched the side of Troz’s face.

  His palm settled over hers and, as she watched, his skeins slithered from his fingertips into her flesh. Red flashed in the center of his black eyes, and his lips parted on a groan.

  Yeah, get a taste of my pleasure.

  Troz muttered something in his dialect, and she lowered herself enough to graze her lips against his. “I love you,” she whispered into his mouth.

  “Mine,” he growled and sealed their lips together, the movement of his jaw felt against her palm. Eyes open, their gazes padlocked, he fucked her mouth with his tongue, mimicking the glide of his and Lyx’s cocks.

  Her belly cramped with the first twinge of imminent release, and her pussy palpitated. Sanja squeezed her feminine muscles, praying the action would halt her climax. That act worked against her, heightening her pleasure.

  She moaned into his mouth as a buzzing started at the base of her spine. “Troz,” she whispered, her lips never leaving his. “Oh, gawd, Troz.”

  “Come when you want.” Troz’s voice was raspy as his hips flexed upward, driving into her pussy over and over again. As if he wanted to breathe her in as they made love, his mouth never left hers.

  Troz’s big body shuddered beneath her, and Lyx groaned behind her, quickening his pace.

  Her breathing halted, and her body short-circuited. Too much pleasure…can’t handle—Sanja climaxed, crying into Troz’s mouth as her whole body vibrated with her release.

  Her human-like demon groaned with her, the product of feeling what she felt.

  “Fuck!” Lyx removed his hand from her shoulder, gripped her hips with both hands and fucked her as hard as he could and as deep as he could go. His roughness heightened her pleasure.

  Troz wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and held her against his lips. He drove his hips up, going deep and spilling inside her. He rubbed his mouth against hers. “That’s it, my sweet, sweet angel, let the orgasm own you.”

  She couldn’t stop coming. Or whimpering into Troz. Trembling between them in unending climax, the bliss became almost painful. Troz went motionless, mumbling demonish words against her lips. They sounded like endearments, but maybe that was her imagination…or wishful thinking.

  Lyx’s fingers pinched her hips, his thrusts grew long and hard, his pants raspy, as he drove her down on top of Troz. She turned her face into Troz’s neck breathing in his scent, a unique fragrance that even the shower hadn’t dissolved.

  With a bellow Lyx’s cock jerked inside her, and he spilled into her rectum. He collapsed over her back.

  Sandwiched between her demons, her climax finally rolled to an end, and her mind-boggling tremors ceased, except for the minor spasms in her toes and fingertips and deep inside where both men remained buried.

  Troz nuzzled her neck. “I don’t know how you survive your orgasms. Don’t know how I survive them when I’m in your skin.”

  Had she survived? She wasn’t altogether certain of that. Maybe she’d died at some point without remembering. It was plausible this was her version of Heaven.

  With wispy kisses to her shoulder, Lyx mumbled against her skin, “You like sharing her orgasms with her. You bastard, I’m jealous.”

  Troz chuckled.

  The easy chatter between her guys lulled her, and she dozed. She didn’t know how long she napped, but she suspected for no more than a few minutes at most. Lyx removing his cock from her ass and then shifting off her disturbed her into a semi-awake status.

  Troz sat up, and she groaned a protest at the movement. “Take her to our bed, Lyx.”

  Shuffled between them like a baby or puppy, Lyx cradled her in his arms. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she buried her face in his neck and mumbled, “I can walk, you know.”

  He snorted. Why’d that sound sexy? “At the moment I believe that would be next to impossible.”

  Yeah, probably right. They’d worn her out in short order, and her limbs remained weak. If she made it to the bed on her own, it’d probably be on her hands and knees, if not inching along on her belly.

  Safe in his rock-solid arms, she snuggled a little closer. His steady gait lulled her back to sleep before they reached the bed.

  When Lyx placed her on the mattress she roused once more. “You’re getting my sheets wet.” Her soaked hair clung to her body pinching her scalp.

  “Your sheets?” There was amusement in Lyx’s voice, and she blinked at him trying to figure out what was so entertaining. But bleary from sleep, he kept going out of focus. God she was tired.

  “Mmhm.” She yawned and rubbed at an eye, but that yawn was cut short when Lyx trailed his fingertips along her belly, a soft stroke that tantalized.

  Her eyes snapped wide open as Lyx said, “None of that, I’m not finished with you yet.”

  “Me either.” Troz appeared beside Lyx.

  Not finished? How in the hell could they have so much stamina?

  “We’re demons. We’re built for stamina.” At Lyx’s comment, she blinked. He gathered his bright red hair between his hands and squeezed the excess water from the strands.

  Sanja scrunched back toward the headboard as Troz ripped the top-sheet off the mattress. Switching her focus to Troz, his black shoulder-length hair dripped water everywhere.

  Troz palmed his erection which had yet to alleviate even though he’d just climaxed inside her. “Now we play.”

  Wide awake thanks to three little words, her breathing escalated, and her belly swirled with excitement.

  “Hands above your head.”

  Lyx kissed Troz’s neck, then palmed his lover’s cheek and turned his face so they could kiss. “Yes, play….”

  She would’ve never have guessed watching two men together would be so erotic, but it was.

  Lyx nipped Troz’s bottom lip before moving down his chest, his voice frisky. “Deviant play.” He licked Troz’s nipple.

  Troz caught Lyx’s head and halted his progress. A light chuckle surfaced from Troz. “You’re not suppos
ed to be playing with me.”

  Lyx dragged his teeth over Troz’s abdomen. “I like playing with you, lover.”

  “Then do it right.” He pushed Lyx down to his crotch. “Arms over your head now, Sanja.”

  She’d forgotten the command, but did as bidden. Troz held her gaze and groaned as Lyx ran his tongue along the side of his cock.

  As Lyx sucked the head of Troz’s length into his mouth, Sanja gaped at the ease with which he went on to take all of Troz’s erection into his throat. When she took either of them that deep, she often gagged, but not Lyx.

  “Goddamn, Lyx,” Troz snarled as her purple demon went down on him over and over again.

  In awe, she kept telling herself she should be taking notes, but was too fascinated by their stimulating view to do more than gawk. I’m watching a pro.

  Lyx sat back on his heels with a laugh. Over his shoulder, he peeked at her. “Not a pro.” He rose to his feet, climbed onto the bed, and crawled toward her. When he reached her, he licked a nipple. “Want to know what I am a pro at?”

  Her tongue felt stuck to the roof of her mouth, so she settled for a nod.

  “Eating pussy.” He grinned when her mouth dropped open. “But right now, I’m thinking maybe I’ll blow Troz until he cums all over you. Then I’ll be inclined to lick it off. Or maybe not. Haven’t decided. And I like surprising you.”

  In the one porn movie she’d been forced to watch at Tiara’s insistence, the male star had ejaculated all over the girl. Only no one had licked it off. She’d blushed through the entire viewing while Tiara ran commentary on the things she loved.

  “Play time in a moment, Lyx.” Troz mounted the bed and straddled her waist, his dick grazing the flesh between her breasts. He pushed her arms out into a Y formation, and she arched her head back to see what he pressed on the headboard. She hadn’t noticed there were buttons on the bedrail until they lit up with his touch. Holes expanded in the bedpost and he settled one wrist inside the first opening. A push of his finger above it had the opening closing and anchoring her in place.