by Eva Brandt
“I never said I wouldn’t,” Mikael answered, his lips twisting into a beatific and utterly dishonest smile. “It’s not my fault that the two of you can’t focus on the matter at hand.”
Were they really fighting about who got to fuck me, now of all times? It was official. Men were idiots.
It wasn’t a real surprise to hear Stefan and Callum had something going on. The familiar bond thing was conducive to that kind of relationship. Stefan and Callum didn’t share a house—which come to think of it, was pretty odd—but they were still partners, and that bond had always shown. It didn’t bother me. I found it kind of hot, and I wouldn’t have minded sharing.
But having a person as a familiar was far more problematic than bonding with an animal, and never had this been more obvious. With Mikael making it worse, I could feel the tension escalate between the three men. I half-expected they’d attack one another once again, just like they had in the courtyard, last year.
Their bickering had well and truly snapped me out of my trance of arousal. I didn’t have Mephistopheles’s strength, magic, or influence, but I still refused to let this continue. “Okay, stop,” I shouted. “I have three holes. You can all pick one of them to fuck. There’s no need for you to argue.”
That should’ve been straightforward enough, except for a very simple fact. The boys couldn’t seem to decide who took what. “I think I’m the one who should take her cunt,” Callum mused out loud as if he was talking about the weather. “I’m the best at deflowering virgins.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Mikael snorted. “You only think that because they keep flocking to you for some reason. But Lyssa isn’t just a random virgin.” I’d have appreciated his words more had he not decided to add, “Besides, I’m half-incubus too. I’m just as good at it as you are and I’m her familiar. If anything, I’m the one who should take her virginity.”
“You guys are all talk,” Stefan growled. “Your incubus blood doesn’t automatically make you better lovers. Just look at your cocks. Mine is far bigger than yours.”
“It’s not about size, Stefan,” Callum argued. “It’s about how you use it.”
This whole conversation was getting more and more ridiculous, and my irritation was increasing with every second that passed. I’d been looking forward to sharing my body with them, but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen. “You know,” I snapped at them, “I get the feeling that you don’t want to fuck me nearly as much as you want to get one over each other.”
There must’ve been something in my voice that alerted them that I was not happy because they stopped bickering. They slowly turned toward me and shot me almost identical sheepish looks. “Sorry, princess,” Callum said. “We got a little distracted there.”
“Distracted,” I repeated in disbelief. “Are we fucking or aren’t we? You claim that you want to give me pleasure, service me, make me scream, and so on, but I’ve yet to see any results. I’d have had a more productive afternoon if I masturbated before I got out of bed, and then started doing some homework.”
That silenced any other useless apology they might’ve been inclined to provide. Demons or not, they had something in common with human males. They were horrible at dealing with injured pride. I suspected telling them they were boring in bed was almost as bad as accusing them of having a celestial background.
“I’ll take her mouth,” Stefan offered quickly.
“Ass,” Callum added, having decided to let Mikael have this one.
Mikael nodded, abandoning all attempts of trying to look smooth and cool. “That leaves me with her pussy.”
“Great,” I said, utterly unimpressed. How was it that I had three men who’d been flirting with me for a year, and when I approached them for sex, they were standing around negotiating instead of doing something that would scratch my itch?
I needn’t have feared. Now that I’d pushed them, it appeared that they were more than capable of setting their differences aside. Stefan moved first, throwing me back down against the pillows and spreading my legs. “You’re such a defiant little bitch,” he growled. “Just like I knew you would be.”
After that, all thoughts of conversation were set aside. Stefan ripped off my panties with his fangs and buried his face between my legs. Sensation exploded through me as he swept his tongue over my labia. He licked my wet folds, groaning as he tasted my juices. When he started suckling on my swollen clit, I moaned and moved against him, fucking his face, seeking more of the delicious ecstasy.
I’d always heard cunnilingus was amazing, but I hadn’t realized it would feel so good. I suspected my inability to cope with the overwhelming sensations wasn’t just because of my inexperience. Stefan’s mouth suddenly seemed to change shape and a sharp fang raked over the bundle of nerves. At the same time, he thrust two fingers into my wet pussy, reigniting the need to be claimed and fucked into oblivion.
I shrieked in pleasure-pain, the attack on my senses almost too much to endure. Had I thought homework would be a better use of my time? I must’ve lost my mind.
As I dissolved into incoherent whimpers, a hot mouth engulfed my nipple, sucking and teasing the sensitive nub. It was Callum. At one point while Stefan had been busy fucking me with his tongue, he’d gotten rid of his clothes too. He’d also decided to throw all scruples out the window. His magic flared, bright, hot, and relentless. My world blurred, every single atom inside me focused on this moment alone, on the men whom I belonged to.
Tongues of flame licked over my skin wherever Callum touched me, and an answering blaze pooled into my pussy as Stefan continued teasing my clit. My body was screaming for them, clenching around Stefan’s invading digits.
Stefan tore his mouth away from my pussy, all the while shoving his fingers faster and deeper inside. “Your cunt’s so fucking tight, little bitch,” he growled. “We’re going to fuck you so hard you’ll remember it until you die.”
There was something about the words that wove a spell around me, one almost as powerful and seductive as Callum’s incubus magic. I had no doubt that he was telling the truth, that I’d always remember everything they did to me, no matter how many times we ended up repeating the experience.
I was so close to coming I could feel it in my core, taste it in my mouth, smell it in the scent of my sweat and that of their arousal. Even so, when I fell over the edge, it wasn’t because of anything all that kinky.
Mikael just crawled up to me, his eyes glowing with magic and lust. He pressed his lips to mine, and in that simple kiss, I felt echoes of their need and desire for me. His tongue invaded my mouth, devouring me whole, and I came, no longer able to hold back the pleasure and passion that were already threatening to consume me.
As I convulsed through wave after wave of ecstasy, my lovers kept touching me, driving me crazy with half-fulfilled need. “Look at you,” Stefan rumbled. “You’re fucking gushing. You have such a slutty cunt. So slutty, just for us.”
He shamelessly licked over my nether lips, and I sobbed into Mikael’s kiss as Stefan’s wicked tongue triggered a renewed wave of pleasure. And then, Mikael tore his mouth away from mine and started pressing light kisses over my breasts. Callum easily made room for him, although he didn’t pull away, his magic still dancing naughtily over my skin, making my head spin and prolonging my climax. “Not to worry,” he whispered. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Considering the overwhelming sensations that were already taking complete control of me, I was almost afraid of what they had planned. But my self-preservation tended to bid a hasty retreat whenever they were around, so I just nodded.
Orgasm or not, my pussy still ached with the desire to be filled. I wanted to be fucked, damn it, and I refused to accept anything different.
In this, my lovers completely agreed with me. Mikael thrust his tongue into my belly button, and it tickled so much that a small, breathless giggle escaped me. It was for a purpose, though, as Callum proceeded to explain. “We’re going to cast a small spe
ll on you. Just to make sure we don’t have any accidents.”
Accidents? Oh, he meant pregnancies. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. Having kids was not in the plan anytime soon—or ever. I liked children well enough, but I was too afraid to have a baby of my own. He or she could inherit my condition, and my medication and potential seizures could affect any pregnancy.
I furiously pushed that thought aside, since I didn’t want to think about my inadequacies right now. Mikael made it easy. His magic surged through me, hot and cold, and yet, neither. Torn between the two conflicting sensations, my body responded the only way it knew how, through another surge of arousal.
Mikael chuckled at my enthusiastic response. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? My beautiful darkling. What else do you like? Pain? Pleasure? Just say the word. We can give you whatever you need.”
I couldn’t provide a coherent reply. Yes, I was familiar with sex, but I hadn’t considered what I wanted beyond full-on, penetrative fucking. Truth be told, I’d mostly tried to avoid thinking about the possibility, since it was so difficult to focus around them even without day-dreaming about their cocks, their mouths, and their magic pleasuring me.
“I don’t think our princess can decide,” Callum drawled, “but that’s okay. We’re creative, and she did say she has a hole for each of us.”
“We’ll take our time. It’s only fair since we did leave her waiting for so long.”
As he spoke, Mikael sent another surge of icy power through me. It pooled into my nipples, into my core, my lungs, and every other part of me. The temperature around us dropped, to the point that I’d have feared I’d get frostbite had I not felt completely safe with them.
A few seconds later, Stefan kissed my knee, and fire surged over my body, licking over my skin without burning me.
I cried out, barely able to process the addicting sensations. I couldn’t understand how it was possible, but I could feel the numbing icy cold and the fiery heat at the same time. My nerve endings were torn between heaven and hell—story of my life, really. The pure energies of the half-divine Mikael and the hellspawn Stefan clashed inside me, then came together, threatening to crush my sanity.
If I’d had any semblance of control left, I’d have probably been wary that this onslaught of surreal pleasure would trigger a seizure. In hindsight, it should’ve occurred to me sooner, but it was too late for it now, and I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t stop the all-encompassing need that was taking over my whole life and sense of self.
“Oh, God,” I started chanting. “Oh, God. God, please.”
“Not God,” Mikael corrected me. “Satan.”
Judging by teasing lilt in his voice, he didn’t blame me for my slip of the tongue. That was a good thing since I doubted I could correct myself. “Please, just… Please. Fuck me.”
“In a minute,” Callum whispered. “Be patient.”
As he spoke, he brushed his finger over my temples, and a strange tension I hadn’t acknowledged before vanished. Once, I’d been wary of his powers, but not anymore. I welcomed the gift he offered me and was rewarded with a brief kiss.
Callum then nodded at Mikael and Stefan. I half-expected them to start bickering again, but they didn’t. Now that they’d reached an agreement, they moved in perfect sync. Mikael sat back and pulled me into his lap, with Callum helping him. Stefan made room for them both on the bed, watching us with fiery eyes as he lazily jacked himself off.
If he was jealous, he didn’t show it.
Mikael’s cock nudged my pussy, hot and insistent. His hands gripped my hips in a tight hold. Slowly, ever so slowly, he guided me down and slid into my wet heat.
Stefan might have said that Mikael’s dick wasn’t as big as his, and that might’ve been true. But that didn’t mean Mikael wasn’t well-endowed too, and that taking him inside me, for the first time, wasn’t a shock.
But my prolonged orgasm had relaxed my body, so while I did feel a little pain, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Better said, the pleasure and the pain mingled, just like the unexpected fire and ice did. Once he was fully inside me, he even gave me a few moments to adjust, something I appreciated more than I could ever say. The cloud of Mikael’s and Callum’s powers still hovered over me, and I was having trouble handling it.
Maybe Mikael and Callum realized this because the temperature around us finally stabilized. I let out a sigh, both in relief and in disappointment. Behind me, Callum snickered. “My pretty little princess. Can’t decide what you want more?
“I’ll help you with that today, beautiful. There’s nothing quite like a demonic cock up your ass.”
As he spoke, he spread my ass cheeks and brushed a slick finger over my hole. It was at that moment that I realized Mikael had had ulterior motives for waiting. He wasn’t just doing it to give me time to adjust, but also to allow Callum to maneuver and prepare my ass for the unavoidable punishment it would take.
Perhaps I’d been a little too ambitious when I’d made my earlier request. What kind of virgin jumped into threesomes anyway, especially ones with incubi who could split a woman open with their cocks? I was no porn star or seductive siren. I really must’ve lost my mind when I’d invited them into my bed.
“It’s okay,” Callum said, rubbing my rim a little more insistently. “Relax. It’ll feel good.”
He pressed a light kiss to the back of my neck and I nodded shakily. I wasn’t sure that was true, but at the same time, I did want him inside me just as much as before. Besides, he and Mikael both had incubus blood. They knew far more about sex than I ever would. Maybe I just needed to go with it and not overthink it.
Satisfied with my agreement, Callum thrust a slick finger into my back passage. It felt… odd. Not pleasurable or painful. A little bit of both, and neither? Mostly, it confused me.
My body adjusted to it, so whatever incubus magic Callum was using had worked. I still wasn’t convinced that I was prepared for it, but I felt a little less apprehensive.
That was when it happened. A jolt of energy exploded from his fingers and just like that, a thread inside me seemed to snap. My trepidation vanished, and I ground down onto Mikael’s cock, throwing all caution to the wind. My inner walls tightened around Mikael’s prick and he hissed in distressed arousal. “Callum, Stefan, now.”
Callum complied. If he’d intended to prepare me more, he discarded that plan. He pulled his fingers out of me and positioned his dick against my anus.
At the same time, Stefan moved closer and took hold of my hair. His massive cock nudged my lips, demanding my attention. “Open your mouth, bitch,” he growled at me.
I couldn’t have refused him to save my life. I obediently parted my lips, waiting for him to claim me.
Stefan thrust his prick into my mouth, the motion so fierce and abrupt that I immediately choked. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes and I started having trouble breathing.
I hadn’t realized it before, but Stefan’s cock seemed to have some odd ridges that wouldn’t have been present on a human being’s dick. They scratched the edges of my lips slightly. I didn’t hate the sensation, but it distracted me so much that I lost track of what Callum and Mikael were doing. That was not the greatest idea. Now that Stefan had joined them, they decided they were done being patient. Abandoning all pretense of kindness as well, they began moving together, making sure I was never empty, setting a punishing pace that wrecked any barriers I might have tried to put up.
Meanwhile, Stefan’s hold on my hair tightened so much my scalp started to ache and he started to brutally fuck my mouth. “You’re ours,” he snarled. “You’ll never belong to anyone else, only to us.”
I didn’t question him. Even if I’d been able to speak, I wouldn’t have denied it. At that moment, I truly felt that he was right, that I belonged to them. I couldn’t understand the underlining hint of desperation in his tone, the thread of fear that suggested he didn’t believe his own words. But I knew I didn’t want him to doubt me or to give up on what we had, so I
moaned around his cock and did my best to move into Callum and Stefan’s thrusts.
I wasn’t fast enough to respond to their exact pace, so in the end, I stopped trying and just took it. My body became a vessel for their pleasure, and I happily allowed it. Once I settled into that resolve, breathing around Stefan’s massive cock became easier too. The discomfort of his hold on me and the harshness of their motions melted into an onslaught of ecstasy that went far beyond anything I’d thought I’d ever experience.
Another surge of magic exploded through me, and just like that, I reached my limit. With a muffled cry, I came. My inner muscles clenched around the cocks inside me. Mikael and Callum buried their pricks into my pussy and my ass one last time, and then, jets of hot cum filled my overheated, welcoming body.
At the same time, Stefan howled and his dick spurted streams of semen into my mouth. I would’ve probably choked again, but at the last moment, he withdrew, and most of the white substance landed on my face, my hair and even on my breasts.
It should have felt weird, maybe even a little gross, but instead, it aroused me further. I felt owned, branded by my lovers, and it was amazing because I wouldn’t have wanted things to be any different. Not ever.
This was what they were like, messy, lustful, possessive, needy, and I wouldn’t have wanted them any other way.
But they were also sweet and kind, and they proved this most eloquently when they slid out of me. “We weren’t too rough, were we?” Stefan asked, his raspy voice still reminding me of the beast inside him.
He didn’t seem to realize that he was rubbing his hand over my chest as if trying to push his semen into my skin. I decided to not point out the little detail. It felt too good anyway. “No. You were perfect.”
“I’m not sure that’s true,” Callum whispered from behind me, “but I’ll let you indulge us anyway.”
“Sometimes, I feel like you give us too much credit,” Mikael added.
Despite his words, he didn’t sound troubled by this fact. Maybe he was too sexually sated to care about that right now. I felt the same.