by Eva Brandt
My pussy clenched around his dick and he let out another tortured growl. “Lyssa…”
He thrust inside me one last time and came. Streams of wet heat invaded my channel and his knot expanded, filling me in a way only he ever could. Renewed sensation exploded over me and I tumbled into a mind-melting orgasm.
Lucifer and Meph held me as I convulsed through wave after wave of ecstasy. Stefan went still, his eyes flashing with possessive need as he swept his hands over my swollen belly.
The disadvantage when having a shape-shifting hell-hound for a lover was that sometimes, it landed me in literally inescapable situations. Stefan’s knot felt sinfully good inside me, but it pinned me in place. Stefan and I would be stuck like this for at least ten minutes or so. He didn’t mind it, and neither did I, but it meant I couldn’t do much else with the others.
But my lovers and I had always been adaptable, so they found a way to work around that. The shadows released Callum and Mikael. Having been immobilized for the past ten minutes or so—I’d lost count—they’d had to watch while Stefan fucked me. Their arousal crashed over me like a tsunami. Callum’s aura slid into me as deeply as Stefan’s dick. Meanwhile, Mikael lowered his mouth to my breasts.
Meph’s tail poked my anus, much like it had done earlier, with Lucifer. It was slick with some kind of lotion, although I couldn’t for the life of me figure out when Meph had managed to do that. The appendage slowly wriggled its way inside, the ridges teasing the muscles of my back passage.
I let out a small, lost whimper. It was almost too much. None of them were really pushing me. They were just as gentle as before, making sure they wouldn’t overwhelm me. But my pregnancy made my body so sensitive their mere touch drove me wild. It didn’t matter if they were gentle or harsh, not anymore.
At first, Meph’s tail was fairly slender inside me, but then it grew, stretching me, increasing the burn and the feeling of fullness. Its unique way of moving jostled Stefan’s knot and my world blurred as a kinder, warmer climax flowed over me.
I drifted. Soft, affectionate whispers reached my ears, but I couldn’t understand them, not completely. The underlining message came through, my lovers’ desire enveloping me in a tight cocoon I knew I’d never escape. It was a demonic love, yes, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
They kept touching and caressing me, their hands leaving trails of fire on my sensitive skin. At one point, Stefan’s knot receded and he was able to pull out. But even then, they didn’t abandon me. They knew I didn’t want them to, that I needed them inside me more than ever before.
Meph pulled me into his lap and slid into me. In the process, his tail left my body, but that was all right, because Callum’s cock took its place. I moaned, craving more, always more, and Mikael was there to fulfill that wish, to feed his cock into my mouth.
Feathers from Lucifer’s wings drifted over my skin, and sharp jolts of electricity exploded over me at the strange sensation. The craziest thing was that I didn’t think he’d torn more feathers off and, in theory, his wings were too massive to wriggle their way between me and the others like this.
But his wings weren’t flesh, not like Mikael’s had been, and they defied the laws of nature, their ethereal touch making me shiver with delight. If I could have, I’d have told him how much I was enjoying it. But my mouth was busy with other things, so instead, I moaned around Mikael’s cock and surrendered to what they were doing to me.
“Lyssa…” Mikael grunted, and the reverential tone of his voice didn’t match the tightness of his hold on my scalp. “Darkling…”
I loved the way my name sounded on my lovers’ lips, but I loved their endearments even more. Callum thrust inside my ass harder, murmuring a lost, “Princess…”
Mephistopheles swept his tail over my aching breasts. “Pet…”
Lucifer’s wings tightened around us all, invisible, almost suffocating, but so strong. “My love, my queen…”
There were so many things I’d have liked to say back, or at least to share with them. My heart hurt with the amount of affection I felt for them. My body vibrated with a mix of divine and infernal magic, with the carnal beauty of the experience. I willed them all to understand, to see into my heart and hear what I couldn’t express through words.
It must’ve worked because Callum lost control of his pace, flailing in a strangely uncoordinated way that I found endearing. The soft emotion drifted into an explosion of lust when Callum buried himself one last time inside me and came.
Out of all my lovers, Callum had always been the one most in tune with my emotions. It came with his incubus talents, and he wouldn’t have been a demon if he hadn’t shamelessly taken advantage of it. But every power had its downsides and he wasn’t always able to control himself around me.
When his aura flared again, it was as bright and intense as Lucifer’s light. I was powerless to stop it. My world went white as every inch of me responded to the flare of his sexual magic. He pumped jets of hot cum into my anus and my body tightened around him in response, seduced by the inferno of his lust.
My pleasure echoed right into Meph. With a demonic growl, he let go and came, flooding my pussy with his spunk. Mikael fell over the edge as well, and black light shone in his eyes when he filled my mouth with his seed. Lucifer joined us, and I felt the echoes of his climax into my very soul.
Another wave of maddening bliss engulfed me, one I couldn’t hope to withstand. It swallowed me whole, sweeping away all notions of reality and identity. For a few seconds, I must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew, I was lying on my back, comfortably positioned on the pillows. I was still floating on the alluring currents of my afterglow, and my lovers were cleaning me. Their hands were gentle, almost excruciatingly so. If I hadn’t loved them already, I would’ve fallen for them on the spot.
“Are you all right?” Callum asked when he saw me stirring.
“Why are you asking me that? Of course I am.”
I found the inquiry amusing, since I would’ve bet money they’d checked up on me with their powers when I’d been knocked out. Then again, they were entitled to be a little overprotective, even if it wasn’t necessary.
Sometimes, it was so easy to forget about my days as an epileptic. It was so easy to lose myself in them and not think about those horrible moments when I’d seen the blade sweep toward me and had touched death.
Those memories still had power over me, more than I’d have liked, but it was so much worse for them.
“You might be all right, Lyssa,” Mikael said, “but we’d rather not take any chances. Not ever again.”
His words echoed between us with a gravity that made my heart clench in my chest. The true tragedy of death wasn’t the end of a life, but the grief of the people left behind by an individual. It had been that grief that had kept me from moving on, even when I’d felt the natural pull of so many forces, trying to absorb my soul. But that didn’t have to be a bad thing, did it?
“Nothing is going to happen to me. I’m going to pass my tests and return to The Infernal Realm, ready to pull my own weight as queen.”
“You’re already doing more than you know, Lyssa,” Lucifer said. “Take care of yourself and our daughter and leave the rest up to us.”
At a different time, I’d have been inclined to throw something at him for being sexist. Right then and there, I couldn’t be bothered to care.
I couldn’t rush things. I’d be queen, in time, and I’d be able to rule Hell by their side. But first, I’d be my daughter’s mother and my lovers’ wife. And if anyone had a problem with me being happy, I’d make sure they regretted it.
Just like Eve had.
Demonology for Humans
The morning after my arrival at the academy, I woke up still lying in bed, with Callum, Stefan, and Mikael next to me. I distantly remembered having dinner the night before, although we hadn’t bothered going to the Great Hall for it. Instead, we’d had something brought here and we’d ended up more or
less using one another as plates.
It had seemed like a wonderful idea at the time, but now, I felt sticky and gross. Or maybe that was just because of the amount of semen my lovers had splattered me with over the course of the evening.
In any case, I needed a bath, so I decided to drag myself out of bed, grumbling under my breath. It was only when I tried to wriggle my way past Stefan that I realized he and the others were awake. “Good morning, Lyssa. How do you feel?”
He was smiling, but his tone held a degree of genuine concern. “Fine,” I replied. “A little tired, but that’s not so unusual. Also, sticky.”
As I pointed out my problem, I wrinkled my nose in displeasure. My lovers relaxed and started to snicker. “If it helps, so are we,” Stefan offered. “You’d think Lucifer would’ve given us a hand before he left, but apparently not.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m glad he didn’t,” Callum replied, wriggling his brows. “This way, we get to enjoy Meph’s Jacuzzi together.”
Mikael rolled his eyes at their antics. “Come on, Lyssa. Let’s get you in the bath and washed up. We’re supposed to go to class this morning.”
Right. I’d completely forgotten. Sariel had said we had to meet with Lady Morrigan to make the arrangements for my exams. It had only been a couple of months since I’d moved to The Infernal Realm, but my body and mind had already adapted to that life and the change in routine took me by surprise.
In fact, I would’ve much preferred to not have to go anywhere. But on the other hand, this exam was important and pregnant or not, I wanted to work on improving my hold on my magic. This was for my daughter’s sake too. As queen of Hell, I’d be expected to teach her things, to be an example for her. How could I do that if I failed in my own tasks?
Callum, Mikael, and Stefan washed away my fears and uncertainties—literally. They carried me to one of Meph’s pools and together, we slid inside. At first, I was a little worried, but I should’ve known better. The lava didn’t harm me. It didn’t even feel hot when it touched my skin, just pleasantly warm, like an electric blanket on a cold rainy day. I wondered if its nature had changed after the attack on the academy, or if I was the one who’d grown immune to such things.
In any case, I was so comfortable I ended up melting against Mikael’s chest and chewing on his collarbone like a vampire. “You’re much too tempting for your own good,” he commented huskily.
He kissed me, and I kissed him back with just as much hunger. As our tongues dueled, Stefan and Callum joined in, touching every part of me they could reach. Stefan’s fingers slid over my slick folds, teasing me with a ruthlessness that reminded me of his demonic nature. But he didn’t have the heart to leave me hanging for too long. He thrust two digits into my pussy, while his thumb zeroed in on my clit. At the same time, Callum kissed my neck, my shoulders, and my arms. The flame of his incubus powers swept over me like a physical caress.
When my climax came, it took me completely by surprise. It wasn’t an explosion of sensation, or at least, not one similar to what I’d experienced the day before. It was more relaxed, almost lazy. Still sandwiched between my lovers’ bodies, I succumbed to it without making a single sound.
As I rode the waves of my orgasm, Mikael held me and caressed my hair. Callum and Stefan pressed warm kisses to my skin, and each touch held more emotion than I’d ever thought I’d experience.
When I could think coherently, I reached for them, aching to take things further, to give them the same pleasure they’d given me. Mikael shook his head and denied me. “We’re already late, darkling. As much as I want you, we can’t leave Lady Morrigan waiting.”
He was right, but I still felt irrationally irritated. “You should’ve waked me up sooner.”
“You needed your rest,” Stefan answered, not sounding in any way apologetic. “Don’t worry. We have plenty of time to do whatever you want.”
His promise improved my mood and together, we left the pool. The remnants of the lava evaporated as soon as we stepped out, drying my hair in the process. It would’ve been convenient if my locks hadn’t protested the treatment.
I usually wore my hair down, but I took one look in the mirror and realized that this morning, it wouldn’t be an option. It was so fluffy and frizzy that my head looked twice the size it usually was.
I’d never been that vain, but this was ridiculous. “Remind me to never take baths in lava pools again,” I said in horror. “How did this even happen?”
“The heat? The humidity?” Callum shrugged. “Don’t worry so much about it, Lyssa. You look perfect.”
None of them seemed to mind my bad hair day, so I relaxed too. I pulled on a comfortable dress, bound my hair back, and felt ready to face the day. I wasn’t.
The moment we left Meph’s quarters, it became obvious that something was wrong. Imps were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. A wolf shot past us, ran straight into a column, and shifted into a humanoid form. Before I could figure out who he was, he’d already turned back into his lupine shape and fled. A distant roar alerted me to the fact that Redrum was nearby and very unhappy.
A group of ghosts exploded out of the remnants of The Scholomance, wailing in anguish. It reminded me of the incident with Berta Bones and I would’ve probably had a panic attack if the ghosts themselves hadn’t been so funny, in such a weird way.
“Oh, no! He’s coming, he’s coming! Fly, you fools!”
“Now isn’t the time to quote Tolkien, idiot!” another ghost said. “Quickly. Let’s run to the dorms. They wouldn’t look for us there.”
With that, the ghosts fled, completely ignoring our presence. “What the fuck?” Stefan murmured. “What’s going on?”
That was exactly what I wanted to know. Our answer came seconds later, when another Watcher dropped down from the sky. I didn’t recognize him until he spoke. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said without preamble. “Go back to The Infernal Realm. This is dangerous.”
It was Azazel, the man who’d helped me when I’d been so desperately confused by my powers. I’d liked him and trusted his assessment, but even so, I didn’t appreciate the suddenness of this development.
Callum didn’t agree. He didn’t need to hear anything else. The moment Azazel said the word ‘dangerous’, he’d made his decision. “All right. Can we use the regular gate or is the way out blocked?”
“Go around. Use the beach and go through the forest. It’s safer that way. Good luck.”
“Thank you,” Stefan said, already picking me up. “And good luck to you as well.”
The exchange had me wondering if I’d fallen asleep in the lava tub and had yet to awaken. “You can’t be serious. Are we really going to leave without finding out what happened?”
“It doesn’t matter, Lyssa,” Stefan told me. “The Watchers are perfectly capable of handling whatever problem came up. But if it’s serious enough to agitate them, the island isn’t as safe as we thought.”
That might well be, but even if we left, it would be useful to find out more information about the threat. That way, we could tell Lucifer about it and he could send reinforcements. Besides, what if leaving through the forest didn’t work? We had to know who was attacking the academy to make our escape.
Before I could point this out, an unfamiliar voice interrupted our exchange. “There’s no need for such panic, Mr. Schwarz. I assure you Ms. Michaelis is perfectly safe.”
We turned toward the source of the sound, only to see another angel heading toward us. His white garb shone so brightly it was difficult to look at him, but the flaming sword strapped to his waist made the clothes seem crimson, almost demonic. Sariel and a few other Watchers followed in his wake, upset.
Mikael went still. “Raphael,” he said, and the word sounded like a curse on his lips. “It’s been a long time.”
Raphael. If I remembered correctly, Raphael was an archangel like Mikael’s father and one of the most preeminent leaders of The Heavenly Host. I didn’t hav
e a lot of information on him beyond that, but Lucifer had mentioned him a few times during our conversations.
He also proved to be an utter asshole. “I wish I could say it’s nice to see you, half-breed, but angels don’t lie,” he replied. I didn’t know what was more unnerving, the disdain his words suggested or the emotionless delivery. “But I’m not here for you. You’re just an irrelevant anomaly.”
The insult made my hackles rise. It was this sort of bullshit that had almost gotten Mikael killed when he’d decided to help me with Shiro. After everything Mikael had suffered, I refused to allow it.
I freed myself from Stefan’s arms and he set me down, although he was obviously reluctant. “Lyssa…”
“No, Stefan,” I whispered. “I need to do this.”
In front of us, Mikael and Raphael were still glaring at one another. Well, Mikael was glaring. Raphael was just standing there, like an impassive, disdainful statue. “Once upon a time, I’d have believed you,” Mikael said, “but now I know better.”
“Really?” Raphael drawled. “Why? Because your father indulges your whims? Because you have a connection with Lucifer? None of that changes your true, deformed nature.”
I stepped between Mikael and Raphael, infuriated. “How dare you? There’s nothing wrong with Mikael and you have no room to judge him or deem him deformed.”
The angel shot me an inscrutable look, his wings flaring with a bright, silver light. In some ways, he reminded me of Lucifer. His flawless skin and perfect facial structure didn’t seem real, and when he was so close to me, that cold perfection made shivers run down my spine. But I’d died and come back to life. I’d faced far worse threats than an arrogant angel. “You’re the irrelevant anomaly, Raphael. You shouldn’t be here. This is The Academy of the Devil. Divine creatures shouldn’t approach it.”
That comment finally drew a real reaction out of Raphael. “Ms. Michaelis, I meant no offense through my words. It’s just the way it is, for us. But that being said, I have to correct you on your misconceptions.