Demon Spelled

by Gracen Miller

  Trapped! She yanked her arm, but got nowhere. Breathing ragged she twisted beneath him, but his weight kept her in place.

  “Relax, angel.” Troz cupped her face between his palms.

  Breathe in, breathe out. That technique had never worked before, so she wasn’t surprised when it failed now.

  “Trust me. No harm will ever come to you.” Troz grazed his lips across hers. “Show me you love me by voluntarily giving your trust.”

  Oh, not fair! She had no reason not to believe she could depend on him to keep his word. The one problem…at thirteen she’d been invited to a spend-the-night-party. Little had she known what the girls had planned during the evening.

  They’d ganged up on her, hogtied her, cut off her nightclothes, and left her in nothing but her underwear on the front lawn. It’d been cold that night, in the fifties. She’d screamed for help until her throat was raw. The next morning, the Sunday newspaper boy had found her.

  Lyx circled her nipple with a talon. “It’s a matter of depending on us for your pleasure. Trusting us when you’d prefer to follow your own inclination. You won’t regret submitting.”

  “I submit every time. Why this?” At least her voice sounded steadier than she expected.

  “True. This is the ultimate submission.” Lyx pinched her nipple, and her channel spasmed.

  “I submitted to you when you insisted on spanking me.”

  “Precisely, you submitted to me, not Troz.”

  She looked at Troz. He observed her, waiting for her decision. They’ll force me if I don’t submit.

  That thought had Lyx tapping his claw against the top of her nipple. A subtle warning.

  She fastened her gaze on Troz. “Trust—like love—once given, if abused or taken for granted, the value will diminish.”

  “Understood.”

  Beneath his fierce stare, she breathed through the trepidation and plunged her wrist into the remaining opening before she lost her nerve.

  This is Troz. His intentions aren’t to humiliate me.

  Troz kissed her, a softness to the gesture that she interpreted as his thanks. When he parted from her dewy lips, he stretched upward and tapped the invisible button. The hole shrank, securing her into place.

  “Thank you.” Something about Troz told her he didn’t say those two words often. Rather, he expected everyone to bestow his wants without dithering.

  He slid down her body, kissing as he traversed, his wet hair tickling her flesh like a sinful caress. Was there anything about them that wasn’t hot or didn’t turn her on?

  Lyx caught her attention by tapping his finger against her chin. “I’ll kill them all for what they put you through.”

  That fierce protectiveness thawed a piece of her icy trepidation. “Murder isn’t the answer for everything.”

  “It can be.”

  She didn’t doubt Lyx was dead serious, but she grinned despite their lethal conversation.

  In his next breath, he brought the topic back to playful. “Time to play.”

  He tapped his armlet and the vibrators he’d placed inside of her right after her arrival whirred to life.

  She whimpered at the low pulsations in her bottom and vagina.

  Lyx flashed her a wicked grin before turning to Troz who was on his knees between her legs.

  Her human-skinned demon’s cock jutted out, thick and throbbing. He gripped the base of his erection and ran the head through her folds…over and around her clitoris. Exquisite soft pleasure invaded her body. Coupled with the vibrations, his actions amounted to sweet torture. Just his crown dipped into her opening, wetting the tip before sliding up and down across her clit, once more.

  Eyelids fluttering shut, she concentrated on the sensations he sparked as moisture wept from her core. Low moans and whimpers discharged from her throat. Excellent lovers, patient for her pleasure, their libido inhumanly resilient, and it occurred to her that she was one lucky woman.

  Lyx slanted across her body and licked down her belly. His mouth grazed back and forth across where her bikini line would fall. Hands landed on the back of her knees and Lyx shifted his weight more fully onto her as he brought her legs toward her body.

  “Mmm…this position opens you wide, like a rose petal opening for my delight.” The appraisal caused a hot flush to rush her cheeks. Troz tapped his length against her pussy, and she bit her lip at the shocking stimulation the rhythm caused.

  Lyx applied his tongue, alternating between her clit and the head of Troz’s dick. At least it felt like he was licking Troz on occasion.

  The wide head breached her again, and Lyx seized the opportunity to suck on her nub.

  Throwing her head back, she fisted her hands and cried out.

  Troz pulled out and circled the heart of her bliss, with Lyx alternating the licks.

  Not again! She needed more. Her eyelids flew upward, and she gaped at the ceiling. This is what they mean by playing with me.

  Restrained as she was, she was incapable of doing anything about it. An attempt to rock her hips gained her zilch because of the way Lyx lay across her.

  She rolled her head from side-to-side, growing desperate for them not to lead her on. “Please, don’t make me hurt with need.” Don’t make me beg.

  “You’ll beg. A lot.”

  She groaned when Lyx confirmed he garnered her thoughts.

  “When we’re finished with you, you’ll be well beyond just hurting with need.” That fat cock she wanted inside her circled her opening as Lyx sucked and released her clitoris. “When you come, if you don’t black out, we did something wrong.”

  That sounded…crazy!

  Lyx released her nub with a loud pop.

  Arousal surged from her pussy.

  “If you don’t pass out, that’ll require us starting over.”

  “She’s weeping for more.”

  No! Her cunt wept for satisfaction, not more. Before she could disagree, Troz rammed his cock into her. “Yes!” Her head arched back as her channel quivered around him, squeezed and all but begged him for powerful thrusts. The light placement of Lyx’s tongue frustrated her. A few hard drags and she’d climax. When Troz didn’t move, but remained seated deep inside, she lifted her head and met his fierce, satisfied gaze. “Troz?”

  “Just getting started, angel. Don’t rush it.” He exited her body to groans of protest from her and slowly slid into her again. Troz kept the pace light, and playful, and without enough friction to send her over the edge.

  Lyx devoted his attention to her breasts and randomly her mouth for long lingering kisses.

  Sanja whimpered as Lyx nicked her nipple with a claw and suckled on the peak and her blood. Each tug served as a flick against her clit. Coupled with Troz’s slow thrusts, the vibrations in her cunt and ass, she hoped she would climax soon.

  Forgetting she was bound to the headboard, she went to bury her fingers in Lyx’s hair only to be reminded of her fetters. Her gaze flew to Troz, who stared in the direction of where they were joined.

  His black eyes blazed with red pupils. A few strokes later, he seated himself deep inside her and used his hands to spread her labia, disengaging the hood from her clitoris.

  “Your clit is throbbing. You’re close to climaxing?”

  “Yes.” She nodded. “Just touch me there. Please, Troz.”

  He touched her, but not in the way she wanted. He pinched her clit, somehow killing her approaching climax. “Lyx, time for the toys.”

  That short sentence left her panting in need and empty.

  Lyx levered to his knees and Troz withdrew from her.

  As Lyx evacuated the bed, Troz took the time to suck on her cut nipple before slicing his thumb and slathering his blood along the abrasion. He licked his healing blood away and kissed the peak. He rose from the bed and stared at her, palming his erection with slow masturbating strokes from base to tip.

  No. No. No! “Don’t do this. Don’t leave me.” The vibrators inside her went into supersonic mode, and a shi
ver seized her body.

  “Do not come until I alone say you can, Sanja.”

  Troz’s command bordered on cruelty. “Goddamn you, Troz!”

  Lyx laughed and pressed something beneath her ass to tilt her hips and pussy upward. “You’ve got her worked up, lover.”

  Desperate enough to beg, she turned to Lyx. “Make me come since Troz won’t. Please Lyx, I’ll do anything you want in return.”

  “I can’t. I’ve been locked out.” He tapped his wristband and executed a sideways nod at Troz, silently indicating he was to blame.

  The vibrators lowered to a tolerable speed. “Bastard.” And she wasn’t sure if she was talking to Lyx about not getting her off or because the vibrators had been reduced.

  “Watch the language.” Troz ran his fingers along the inside of her right thigh.

  She ignored his command. “I’d never treat you two this way.”

  “Of course you wouldn’t,” Lyx said, amusement clear in his voice. “We wouldn’t allow it. No way would I freely allow Troz to bind me the way you did.”

  “You’re both bastards.” That got her a face full of Troz’s features. He was so close she blinked when his breath hit her face.

  “Speak once more and I won’t allow you to come again, angel.” Sanja drew in a breath to protest, but when he elevated an eyebrow and said, “Your choice,” she snapped her mouth closed. Troz ran his finger along the seam of her lips. “Smart. Very smart.” His fingertip swirled along his armlet. “Hold still.”

  A moment later the bed came alive, wrapped around her ankles, and restrained her. She jerked on the bonds. She hadn’t agreed to this! Not total submission, which is what he—

  Troz caught her chin between his fingers and forced her to meet his gaze. Just the simple connection of their eyes calmed her.

  He fiddled with his armlet again, and the vibrators went wild inside her once more. She whimpered and would’ve begged for him to give her release, but she knew he’d uphold his command and refuse to let her come if she so much as whispered a solitary syllable.

  Troz accepted something from Lyx. Seconds later he placed something over her eyes, and it adhered to her skin. “A temporary blindfold. I want all your senses in tiptop shape.”

  Sanja whimpered as her world darkened and whatever clutched her ankles spread her thighs further.

  “Pretty and wet,” Lyx cooed as something firm pressed against her rosette.

  The large object was pushed into her ass quickly, not giving her time to adjust to the invasion. She gasped at the burn, and one of them palmed a breast, pinching her nipple.

  Once the dildo was buried deep into her ass, one of them rapped against the toy, and it came to life rotating and vibrating with a series of pulsations. Before she could adjust to the varied sensations, someone placed clips onto her nipples. They pinched, but added a level of lust she hadn’t experienced moments before.

  Another dildo was forced into her pussy, quickly, much too quickly. As it rubbed against the one in her bottom, she grew more aware of the rigid texture of the toy entering her. It was cold compared to the item in her anus, and it didn’t seem to be heating up at all. Once seated deep inside her cunt, it came to life with rapid pulsations.

  Sanja arched against the toys stuffed inside her. She needed them to fuck her, to pump them into her like a rabid beast until she came. Wouldn’t take much, just a tiny stroke against her clit and she’d go off like a firework.

  One of them pulled back the hood on her clit, exposing what she was sure was a fat and aching clitoris. She briefly wondered what they saw.

  “Feel this?” Troz ran something along her belly. She nodded. It felt like one of those sheets of throat lozenges that melted on your tongue. “I’m going put it on your clitoris.”

  She opened her mouth to ask why, but then snapped her teeth together. The flimsy thing Troz had ran along her flesh trailed over her clit in a menthol wave, and felt as if it melted over her clit and adhered to her the way everything here did.

  There was tapping, she assumed against one of their armlets, and the fucking sheet he’d placed on her clitoris began to move like a man sucking on her clit. Sanja screamed and jerked as the first wave of a climax tried to slam through her. The pleasure stalled out against the command to not come Troz had given her.

  “Nice,” Lyx approved. “Look at the way her clit twitches even though you’ve denied her release.”

  They are such bastards.

  More clamps emerged from the bed, going around her waist, just below her breasts, around her thighs, and below her knees. Restrained to complete immobilization the toys continued their work. Another orgasm tried to wash over her, and she cried out once more at the rejection. The pain of denial was almost too much to bear. Her pussy felt swollen and raw, her clit pulsing for release. The touch of the straps and sheets too much sensation.

  With nothing more than a weak whimper, she surrendered to the diabolical play they initiated.

  “At this rate, she’ll soak the sheets with her cum.” Lyx’s frank words were verified by the wetness she could feel on her thighs.

  One of them yanked off a nipple clamp. The burn of her flesh rolled through her into her cunt and another surge to climax blanketed her.

  “Clit’s getting bigger,” Troz said. “Fuck her ass while I get her pussy.”

  The toys began to move inside her, slow, then faster, until they were plunging into her in perfect synchronicity…and hard. She tried to lift her hips into the pummeling, but the restraints held her motionless. The faster the toys shifted, the harder the lozenge-like-sheet worked against her clit.

  “You may come,” Lyx whispered against her ear.

  Sanja wept, not because she’d been granted permission but because Troz hadn’t granted it. She shook her head as tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. Troz’d been specific that only he could allow her to climax.

  The next attempt her body made at coming shook her so hard she felt like she seized for a long time. When it was over, weakness molested her limbs and left her breath rattling from her lungs in wheezy pants. She melted against the bed when it abated.

  “Fuck, that looked painful,” she heard Lyx say, his voice sounding as if it came from a great distance.

  “It was.” Indicating Troz impaled her skin with his skeins. “I’m proud of you, angel, for enduring that.” Troz whispered against her ear as the dildos were stuffed back to the hilt inside her and left alone. “You didn’t disobey me and speak. You may come whenever you desire.”

  The thing attached to her clit munched faster, and the climax slammed into her so hard a shriek tore through her throat. She jerked and shimmed on the bed within limitations of the restraints. The dildos were suddenly moving inside her again, and another orgasm washed through her. Two more came in succession. The fifth one left her begging Lyx mentally for them to stop.

  Lyx chuckled. “You’ll take another one first.” The dildo left her pussy, and a second later his stubbly cock was shoved deep into her. She didn’t know how they did it, but suddenly she was lifted upward by invisible restraints with her arms remaining in the Y shape. Lyx—at least she thought it was Lyx—wrapped her legs around his waist. He gripped her hips as he thrust up and into her body. His cock went so deep she feared they’d be fused to one another. The dildo in her ass was roughly removed.

  Troz’s chest brushed her back, and his cock bumped against her bottom. His arms circled her and cupped her breasts, while Lyx kept his hands planted firmly on her hips. The thing on her clitoris kept on munching. She panted as Lyx kissed her, deep penetration with his tongue just like with his dick. Troz positioned the head of his penis against her rosette and squeezed her breasts as he thrust into her ass in one solid glide.

  She whimpered into Lyx’s mouth at Troz’s penetration.

  Troz pressed his lips against her ear. “Come for us again—”

  “And again,” Lyx said against her mouth.

  “—until you’re no longer coh
erent, angel.”

  They fucked her then, one going deep as the other slid almost all the way out. It was the most intense fucking they’d ever given her. So intense stars pinpointed in the black landscape of her blindfold. So intense her belly cramped as heat exploded through her body and she came in a fiery wave of bliss so strong she seized between them.

  “Yes, milien zariena. Squeeze my cock with your cunt,” Lyx growled, ramming into her.

  Seconds later Troz poured his seed into her ass, his body jerking against her spine in mini-jerks, proving he experienced her climax right along with her.

  “Another,” Troz rasped into her ear and reamed her ass with his cock.

  Sanja screamed at the pleasure-pain of their claiming and the all-consuming climaxes that rolled through her one after another. She wouldn’t survive. Couldn’t. The pleasure was so intense it’d become painful. The thing on her clit kept munching away like a man’s mouth.

  There was no air left in her lungs when another orgasm claimed her. Seconds later she felt the heat of Lyx’s semen spurting into her pussy and Troz emptying into her ass once again. Blackness welcomed her into its embrace.

  SANJA CAME AWAKE in slow increments, noting the various aches as reality returned. She was sore where they’d penetrated her, and her ass burned where Lyx had spanked her. They’d used her as their fuck-toy, and she couldn’t think of a single reason to complain.

  Half-sprawled across Troz’s chest, she relished the way Lyx was plastered against her back, creating a warm cocoon. Troz’s chest rose and fell beneath her cheek, while Lyx’s breath puffed against her shoulder.

  “You blacked out.” Lyx kissed her shoulder.

  “That’s what you wanted.” Her throat felt scratchy, and her voice sounded rough.

  His lips wisped across her skin when he spoke. “You were out too long.”

  Sanja tried to peek at him over her shoulder, but managed to only catch a glimpse of his hair. “How long was I out?”