by Eva Brandt
Meph straddled my face, his thick crimson cock pointing accusingly toward my lips. “You’re our plaything now, pet,” he snarled. “Get used to it, because after today, there’s no going back.”
There was a savagery in him that I didn’t recognize, and when I looked into his eyes, I was reminded that he was a High Lord of Hell who had fought in countless battles by Lucifer’s side. No matter what promises he’d made me, he was and would always be dangerous.
But that was okay, because I welcomed that threat and that peril. I wasn’t afraid of him, just like I didn’t fear Stefan, Mikael, and Callum. Their darkness could find shelter in my heart. I was sure of it now. This wasn’t wrong. It couldn’t be, not when it felt so right.
I obediently parted my lips for Meph’s invasion and he didn’t hesitate in taking me up on my silent invitation. As he thrust his cock into my mouth, his tail swept over the rest of my body, teasing my neck, my ears, and my nipples.
It was getting difficult to focus on each individual sensation, so I didn’t bother to try. Between the shadows holding me down, the cock in my mouth and the tongue and fingers working on my pussy, I was already on the verge of climax.
When my orgasm came, it was so easy it was almost unbelievable. It fell over me like a wave, strikingly gentle considering the way my lovers were touching me. My whole body shook, but at the same time, I drifted into a state of utter contentment, becoming one with the pleasure I was sharing with my lovers.
“You’re so beautiful, princess,” I heard Callum say from somewhere above me. “Amazing. Perfect for us.”
Meph didn’t speak at all. He buried his cock deeper into my mouth, all the way into my throat. His cock jerked as he followed me over the edge, filling my wet cavern with his cream.
I did my best to swallow every single drop, but I wasn’t too successful. I would’ve undoubtedly choked had he not pulled away, splattering my face with the last few jets. Callum leaned over me and licked my face clean of spunk. “You look good like that. Covered in our cum.”
“She looks good all the time,” Stefan corrected him.
I was still shaking, trying to process the strange, yet mind-melting orgasm. I couldn’t focus enough to reply in any way, or to tell them to keep touching me, although that was exactly what I wanted. In the end, I didn’t need to. They understood my heart and my mind better than anyone ever had.
Mikael pulled me upright and I landed straight in Stefan’s lap. Since my body was so lax after the orgasm, I was almost afraid I’d lose my balance, but Callum supported me from behind, keeping me from utterly embarrassing myself. Stefan also steadied me, his clawed hands landing on my naked hips.
“I’ll ask one more time, Lyssa,” he said. “Is this really what you want?”
His erection nudged my pussy lips, both a promise and a threat. I whimpered as the thick head rubbed against my clit. “Yes. Yes, please.”
Stefan didn’t need anything else. In one single, smooth thrust, he buried his cock inside my willing body.
As his dick penetrated my channel, my eyes widened and I let out a choked scream. I’d thought I’d been at least partially ready for this, but I might have overestimated my own abilities.
In all our time together, Stefan and I had never had vaginal sex. Usually, it was Callum and Mikael who took turns on my ass and pussy, while Stefan fucked my mouth. I’d never questioned it, since I’d enjoyed every experience too much to dwell too much on the dynamic.
It should’ve occurred to me that he’d had a reason for not being more demanding, but it hadn’t, and now, it looked like it was finally time to pay the price.
His cock felt huge, bigger than I remembered it to be, and I wondered what else I’d missed today, while I’d been focusing on catching up with my lovers and making sure they agreed with my point of view.
I was stuffed to the brim, so full I could barely process it. I’d taken two cocks before, so this shouldn’t have been such a challenge, but it looked like Stefan’s dick had decided to defy me.
In fairness, he wasn’t doing much better. “I want to breed you so badly,” he croaked out from beneath me. He sounded wrecked, and I loved it. “I want to make you my bitch, in every way.”
There were a million reasons why that was a bad idea, but right then and there, I couldn’t think of any. My mind had gone blank, my body overheated, my skin so sensitive my nerve endings felt like they were on fire. “Yes. Yes, please.” The thought of being claimed like that aroused me so much I tried to impale myself on his dick, only to be thwarted by his tight hold on my hips. “Please,” I repeated.
“How about another time?” Callum whispered in my ear. “This isn’t a decision you should make in the heat of the moment.”
As he spoke, he swept his hand over my body, and I knew he’d cast that spell of contraception on me again. Despite his previous words, Stefan let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks.”
I would’ve tried to question their exchange, to tell him that I was perfectly okay with being bred. But then, he started to move, thrusting up, into me, so hard my teeth rattled. My thoughts unraveled under his assault, and I lost all understanding of time and space as he claimed me in the most intimate way possible.
It should’ve been weird, because he was still in his partially shifted form. But it didn’t feel that way at all. When I looked down at him and met his eyes, it was still Stefan that I saw. It didn’t matter that his power had twisted his body into this werewolf-like shape. He was still my Stefan, and I was so happy I could share this with him, that I could give him what he needed.
Just when I thought it surely couldn’t get any better, Callum thrust two slick fingers into my anus. I hadn’t thought I could take any more, but once again, my body and my lovers had other ideas. My flesh easily yielded to this new invasion, welcoming it and understanding what it was—a preparation for more, for the true claiming to come.
If I’d had any sense, I would’ve probably displayed at least a little wariness at taking a cock up my ass while fucking Stefan like this. But I’d thrown all sense out the window a long time ago, possibly from the moment I’d chosen to fall in love with four demons who’d swept me off my feet in a seductive, sinful embrace. So all I felt when Callum finger-fucked my back passage was a sense of anticipation, arousal, excitement, and need. I craved him just as much as I craved Stefan, Meph, and Mikael.
Callum pulled his fingers out of my anus and replaced them with his cock. Despite his change in forms, Stefan slowed his thrusts down, giving me time to adjust, making sure I was still comfortable.
I’d been so right. No matter how much they pretended, no matter how afraid they were, at the end of the day, my lovers hadn’t changed that much. They still loved me and still prioritized my well-being above all else.
That knowledge gave me the strength to utter two broken sentences. “It’s fine. Move, please.”
They did, and as they fell together in a perfect rhythm, I fully surrendered to their strength and visceral desire. I still didn’t have their speed or physical prowess, but I didn’t need it, not for this. All I needed was to be theirs, and that, I could do.
The sensations were out of this world, so much so that, even if I’d just come, I was soon on the verge of climax again. Callum and Mikael obviously noticed, because a pulse of their entwined magic, both hot and cold, swept over me, stimulating my already oversensitive nerve endings.
With one last cry, I came, my pussy clenching around Stefan’s cock and my ass muscles squeezing Callum’s prick. My lovers echoed my cries with twin grunts of their own. They buried their dicks one last time inside me and followed me over the edge.
But that wasn’t where it ended, no. As Stefan came, the strangest thing happened. The head of his cock expanded, making me feel even fuller, massaging my inner walls in a way I hadn’t thought possible. The surreal pleasure prolonged my orgasm into an explosive supernova that seemed to consume my very soul.
It was a knot, a distant part of me realized.
He was knotting me, like wolves did to their sexual partners. If I’d realized he could actually do this, I would’ve told him to fuck me much sooner, because it felt amazing.
Of course, the end result was that he couldn’t withdraw from me, the knot keeping him from leaving my body. Callum could, although that didn’t mean he had any intention of stopping our little orgy. As he pulled out of my ass, Meph took his place, sliding into me with almost embarrassing ease. His prehensile tail zeroed in on my pussy, rubbing my clit. I caught sight of Mikael and Callum exchanging a heated kiss, and then, they were joining us again. I didn’t have the focus or the energy to touch them as much as I’d have liked, but they didn’t mind it. Their hands and magic roamed over my body, both worshipful and possessive. Stefan took over the rest of it, jacking them off with a skill that made it clear he’d done this many times before in the past.
It was a little strange, but as I watched his clawed hands move over their dicks, I finally acknowledged the ultimate truth of my existence. This went beyond acceptance. It was fate, something that had been meant to happen.
I’d never been a fatalistic person. I’d always firmly believed that people made their own choices, and I still did. But sometimes, individuals matched one another so well that they could never be complete unless they came together. I’d been lucky enough to find that.
As I thought this, that bright burn of magic that had only ever shown up in my time of need flared inside me yet again. It was just as powerful and fierce as usual, but it had an entirely different effect. My lovers and I started to glow, the light so intense I had to close my eyes so that I wouldn’t be blinded. It flowed over me like a palpable force, connecting us at such a deep level it almost brought tears to my eyes.
I wasn’t sure if I came or not, but in the end, it didn’t matter that much. When the light faded, I felt a contentment more profound than anything in the world. My lovers had experienced something similar. They’d obviously come, since they were covered in spunk, but much to my surprise, they were also back to normal.
Stefan had returned to his previous form. Callum wasn’t as pale. The strangeness around Mikael’s wings had faded, although he still didn’t have them back. I couldn’t see Meph, because he was still behind me, but I could feel the fact that his body had shrunk.
As Stefan’s knot receded, I slumped against Meph’s chest. Meph and Stefan both slid out of me and gently guided me to lie down on the soft bed—or whatever the hell it was. “Well, that’s one way to come to terms with your darkness,” Stefan said as he pulled me close. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” I answered. “It was my pleasure.”
“Pleasure has nothing to do with it, princess,” Callum replied.
He was right, but I was too tired to tell him that. Apparently, coming back from a coma was far more taxing than I’d thought, because I suddenly felt drained.
A strange lassitude rushed over me and my eyes drifted shut. As I surrendered to slumber, Lucifer’s face popped up in my mind. “You are my hope,” he whispered, somewhere at the back of my consciousness. “My dream. My happiness. Mine.”
“No,” I answered, “I’m not.”
My only answer was a distant, female scream.
Epilogue
Once upon a time, there was a girl. Well, maybe ‘woman’ would have been a more accurate description, but in this case, the distinction didn’t matter that much. So many years had passed that her age had been lost into the deep shadows of history.
She and her husband were given a home in the most beautiful garden in existence. They were also given an important task.
“Guard this tree with your life,” The Supreme Being told them, “but do not touch its fruit. It is forbidden.”
The woman didn’t ask why that particular tree was special compared to every other plant in the garden. She didn’t ask why she and her husband had to be its guardians, when The Supreme Being had other servants who would’ve been far more competent. The words of The Supreme Being needed to be obeyed at all cost, and like her name and age, further details didn’t matter.
She guarded the tree with devotion. She didn’t count the days, nor did she question her duty. She didn’t stray from the beautiful garden that had been given to them—the place that was both their refuge and their prison.
But as the days passed, she grew weary, and she found she needed more interaction than the exchanges she had with her husband. They got along, but everyone needed their space from time to time, and she was no different.
On occasion, when she was sure the tree was safe, she would stop to talk to the numerous animals in The Garden. The animals came to her happily, the massive lions rubbing against her bare legs like kittens, the birds combing her hair with their beaks. She loved each and every one of them, and every second she spent with them was a treasure.
When the snake approached her, she didn’t find it unusual. He was just another animal, and she welcomed him too.
At first, he said nothing of importance. He came by often and they chatted of all sorts of wondrous things. He often told her of the world beyond The Garden, things the other animals didn’t know much about. Before long, she confessed that she craved seeing it, seeing the outside.
“So why not go?” the snake asked her one day.
Her eyes widened in shock and outrage as she processed his outrageous suggestion. “I couldn’t possibly do such a thing. The Supreme Being has tasked me with guarding the tree.”
“Ah, yes,” the snake hissed apologetically. “Forgive me. I had forgotten.” He slithered over her naked body, curling around her neck to look at the tree in question. “What is so special about it anyway? Why does The Supreme Being feel the need to have you guard it?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But it doesn’t really matter, does it?”
“No, I suppose it doesn’t,” he replied, tickling her cheek with his split tongue. “I’m still a little curious, though. Aren’t you?”
She ignored his antics, but the seed of yearning had been planted. And over time, it bloomed, gradually watered by the snake, who would drop hints and questions about the tree every other day.
Before long, she found she wanted to know what was special about the tree as well.
“You could just take one apple,” the snake suggested one day. “No one needs to find out.”
“The Supreme Being will definitely know,” she pointed out. “I couldn’t possibly defy Him.”
“Maybe He’s just waiting for you to do it,” he reasoned. “I mean, you’ve been considering it for a while, right? If he’d wanted to stop you, he would’ve done it by now.
“Maybe the tree is actually a gift, and you just need to have the courage to reach out and take it.”
When he put it that way, it made a lot of sense. In fact, it explained everything she hadn’t understood until now. Of course the tree was a gift. Undoubtedly, it was meant for her and her husband, but The Supreme Being, in His infinite wisdom, had waited for them to discover it themselves.
After all, if it had been truly dangerous, there would be hosts of angels guarding it, not just two humans.
Ecstatic, she kissed the snake’s head. “Thank you! You’re right! I’ll go pick an apple now.”
The snake experienced a small pang of guilt as he watched her run off to find her husband. She would undoubtedly be punished for breaking the rule set in place by The Supreme Being, just like he had been. But he knew that this was necessary, that the secrets hidden inside that apple needed to be revealed.
He could not do it. He’d barely managed to wriggle his way through the defenses around The Garden in this lesser form. The humans didn’t have his limitations. They were the key to revealing the truths his father was trying to hide.
In his heart, he did ask himself the exact same question he’d posed to the beautiful human. Why would The Supreme Being allow this, if He knew it wouldn’t end well? Lucifer hadn’t been that discreet in his presence in The
Garden.
But his divine father always did have his own plans. It was pointless to try to figure them out ahead of time. All he could do was hope his scheme worked, even if it came at the cost of the pain of someone who had been kind to him.
Hidden in the shadows, he watched as the girl shared an apple with her husband. The scream she let out when she bit into the fruit brought him no pleasure. It was the scream of the first Sacrifice, and it would haunt him for many centuries to come.
* * *
Present day
“No! Stop! Don’t!”
The scream echoed in my head, and I flailed as I tried to free myself from the suffocating darkness. I pushed off the strange weight trying to keep me down and crawled out of the abyss, desperate to escape the power threatening to crush me under its overwhelming weight.
I didn’t get very far. I tripped and fell, hitting the floor with a thud. But I didn’t let that stop me. I took refuge in the corner of the room, trying to fight off the shadows angrily clawing at my mind and soul.
Voices reached out to me, gentle and familiar, a warm balm and a weapon against the dread curling around my heart. “Lyssa? Can you hear us?”
“It’s all right. We’re here. You’re safe.”
“Take a deep breath. Focus. Don’t be scared.”
I instinctively followed the advice and rubbed my eyes, trying to clear my vision. It worked, and within seconds, I realized where I was and who was with me.
I was in my room in the dorm of The House of Envy. My lovers were kneeling next to me, concerned expressions on their faces. Shiro sat by their side, with TB curled around his neck.
The familiar sight chased away my tension and I slumped against the wall, feeling exhausted and exasperated. “What happened? Another nightmare?”
Mikael took my hand and threaded our fingers together. “Yes. Are you feeling okay?”