The Demon's Seduction (Demons Unleashed Erotic Novellas)

by Lisa Alder

  Zepar curled his fingers into a fist. "What if we try to revive her, the way we revived Leraye.”

  Barbas shrugged. “Stranger things have happened.”

  Leraye stared into Zepar’s eyes, his pale blue tormented gaze lit with emotion. “You were able to bring me back.”

  A frisson of concern skittered up Zepar’s spine at the hope in Leraye’s gaze. What if they couldn’t do it? What if it didn’t work?

  “We have to try,” Leraye said fiercely. “We have to.”

  “By kissing Learye. Breathing air into his lungs together. We literally breathed life back into him.” Zepar continued to clutch Thalia’s hand in his own, fearing that if he let go she would slip away as the sun slipped beneath the horizon.

  Barbas stared steadily at the two of them. “Try it. And call me if there is any change.”

  “You’re leaving?” Zepar said desperately.

  “There’s nothing more I can do for her,” he replied solemnly. "And I have a traitor to find."

  With that Barbas left.

  Zepar perched on Thalia’s right side near her rib cage, while Leraye took the left side. With his free hand, Zepar grabbed Leraye’s and twined their fingers together, Leraye’s hard palm tense. As one they leaned over Thalia’s prone form.

  “What worked the best was to press our lips to yours together.” Zepar steeled himself for disappointment, afraid to let hope take root.

  Leraye nodded stiffly and pressed his cheek to Zepar’s. The sensation brought back forgotten memories. The brush of Leraye’s hair along his jaw line, the rougher skin of Leraye's beard against his face. the battle-hardened muscles of Leraye's chest against his.

  Zepar inhaled and gently, tenderly placed his mouth at the corner of Thalia’s lips. Leraye did the same to the other side of her mouth. The three formed a triangle of lips that felt right and true.

  “Please,” Zepar whispered, “come back to us.”

  Zepar and Leraye breathed in and out of her mouth.

  Zepar held Thalia’s hand next to his own heart. He clasped Leraye’s hand over her heart and felt the thready bump-da-bump as it beat erratically.

  Leraye cupped Thalia’s jaw and blew harder into her mouth. “I’m sorry,” he murmured between breaths.

  In and out they breathed as one.

  But nothing happened. Zepar and Leraye refused to give up. They continued to breathe in and out. But her heart slowed, and its rhythm steadily declined.

  “No,” Zepar said fiercely. “Kiss her. Show her.”

  Zepar and Leraye descended upon her mouth. Zepar pressed his tongue inside her mouth at the same time as Leraye. Their tongues twined together as they blew with all their might and tried desperately to give her life. Zepar poured every ounce of love into the kiss as he willed Thalia to live. Her hand was clutched to his heart and Leraye’s against her breastbone.

  His tongue dueled with Leraye’s as they stroked hers. Unable to hold back emotion he hadn't let himself feel for a long time, Zepar unleashed his love for Leraye.

  And suddenly Zepar wasn’t just kissing Thalia but Leraye as well.

  As if he had willed it to be so, it seemed as if Thalia was moving her tongue against theirs.

  Had he imagined the tentative touch?

  No! Thalia had responded. Her heart thud harder against their twined fingers.

  They continued to kiss her, their tongues stroking hers and suddenly power, pure and radiant, shimmered between the three of them.

  Zepar broke away from the intertwined kiss, his chest heaving. The power shocked him out of his joy.

  Gods, he wanted to be a part of their love. Yet, he didn't know how. He had only aided in bringing her back to consciousness. But he knew from watching Leraye and Thalia earlier that their love ran true and deep without him.

  SIXTEEN

  Thalia regained consciousness slowly.

  Sensations filtered through her muddled brain. The hard press of Leraye’s chest against her shoulder and the callused roughness of his fingers along her jaw. Zepar's palm and fingers entwined against her breastbone. Zepar's taste in her mouth. Her lips were wet and swollen from the attentions of her Demons.

  A thin sheet covered her naked body as she reclined on a chaise of the finest velvet. She recognized the chair from her many intimate conversations with Zepar.

  “Hey,” she said sleepily as a smile flitted across her lips. She was surrounded by the two Demons she loved most. Their hands hooked together with hers. However, she didn’t usually fall asleep in Zepar’s room. “What am I doing here?”

  Her body was floaty, ephemeral, as if the lightest of winds would blow her away.

  She absorbed their silence. And in a memory recall, the shocking events whirred through her mind. The erotic encounter in the dungeon with Leraye, Judy and her accusations, the blast of something from a weapon as her heart shattered into a million pieces.

  Her frantic gaze went to Leraye but no condemnation lurked in his gaze. “I’m sorry.” His voice was deep with regret.

  “How could you believe that?” Her heart was breaking all over again.

  “I don’t. I only doubted for a minute, but I was wrong.” Leraye looked miserable. “But Zepar never did.”

  “I’ll just go.” Zepar tried to extricate his fingers from theirs but Thalia hung on tightly.

  “It’s your room,” Leraye said

  Then Thalia said, “Don’t go.”

  Zepar paused as if torn. “Don't you two want to be left alone?"

  “What I want is for you to stay here,” she said in a steel-coated voice.

  Thalia prayed that Zepar would listen to her. She’d never tried to command him. But she felt things slipping through her fingers and couldn’t bear to part this way.

  Her heart thudded in her chest until he stopped trying to withdraw his fingers. “What happened?”

  “Judy almost killed you.” Zepar’s voice broke.

  Thalia’s gaze focused on her first love. The Demon, Zepar. His fingers brushed gently over the curve of her eyebrow. The heat from his body was like an inferno against her right side, warming her insides.

  “You saved me.” Leraye growled. “Why would you do that?”

  And then she turned to her other love, a surprising love, one she never anticipated.

  “You haven’t figured it out yet?” With a shaking hand, she lifted their twined fingers to her lips and nuzzled his knuckles.

  “She loves you,” Zepar said. You idiot was implied.

  “Ah, but she also loves you.” Thalia lifted their twined hands to her lips and nuzzled Zepar’s knuckles.

  The tension in the room rose to a new level. But she refused to back down, because Thalia realized that she’d almost died. She couldn’t waste this chance to show both Demons she loved them.

  “What do you want?” Zepar asked softly. His gaze luminous with hope.

  And Thalia knew that he had finally opened his heart.

  “The three of us. Together.” She pulled both of their heads down to meet her mouth. At the touch of both of their lips, she moaned. Each had their own unique touch. Leraye harder, more dominant, and Zepar, softer, yet no less insistent.

  A strange sort of energy hummed through her.

  Thalia looked deeply into Leraye’s shadowed gaze and purposefully licked up the side of his neck, a particularly erogenous spot which she’d found during the last week of love play.

  The huff of his breath feathered along the tops of her breasts. Her nipples peaked at the light caress of air.

  “She liked that,” Zepar murmured against her beaded nipple. “Do it again.”

  Zepar sucked the tip into his mouth. His tongue curled around the sensitive bud and tugged. Leraye eased the sheet down her nude body and bent his head to her other breast. Thalia looked down to see one mane of blonde hair and the other dark and bald head against her body and something deep inside of her broke loose. She loved them both.

  The tug of their tongues on her nipples cause
d an answering clench deep with in her belly. But Thalia knew it wasn’t enough.

  She didn’t just want their attention on her. She wanted their sexual focus on each other as well. “Hold.”

  And wonder of all wonders, they listened.

  “Turn me around. So that my head is at the foot of the chaise.”

  Zepar carefully lifted her and lay her back down until her head was near the foot and her thighs straddled the other end, open wide and already drenched with arousal.

  Leraye’s gaze was ensnared by her glistening sex. Zepar’s cock strained against his breeches, thick and ready.

  “You want to lap that right up, don’t you?” She smiled at Leraye, just a little bit wicked, and waited for understanding to dawn in his gaze.

  “Anything for you, angel.” Leraye’s tongue swiped over his lips and as if unable to resist he bent over and gave her one long, leisurely lick.

  Thalia purred. “On your hands and knees, mouth at my pussy. Your cock aligned with my lips. Now.”

  Leraye complied quickly.

  The musky scent of his pre-cum filled her senses. And then the head of his penis bumped against her lips. With a slow swipe, she licked the salty liquid into her mouth and moaned at the erotic dark taste of him. Leraye trilled the bud of her clitoris with his clever tongue, the little motion setting off tremors through her body.

  Zepar cleared his throat. “Where do you want me?”

  “Do you have any lubrication?” She gasped as Leraye continued to love her with just the tip of his tongue. He traced her nether lips, and circled her slit, but never once entered her.

  Zepar understood immediately what she wanted.

  “Suck him into your mouth.” Zepar demanded.

  And Thalia was helpless to resist. Slowly, slowly, she sucked the whole of Leraye’s wide, broad cock into her mouth. She tongued the bulbous head and sucked harder until he was seated all the way inside her mouth and the head touched the back of her throat. She swallowed. The motion squeezed him tight and he groaned.

  Slowly he began to move. In and out of her mouth, he fed his cock to her.

  “Spread your legs wider.” Thalia spread her pussy open even as she realized that Zepar had been talking to Leraye.

  Leraye shifted and Thalia could see through the opening of Leraye’s legs as Zepar pumped his own cock and covered himself with lubrication.

  He rubbed his cock against Leraye’s hole and it was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Leraye shuddered. And finally, finally he stopped teasing her with his tongue. He slid the agile member into her pussy on a short, rough thrust. He’d curled the tip so he hit her g-spot even as his flat Demon tongue pressed hard against her clitoris.

  Then he went so deep he touched her womb. And if her mouth hadn’t been full of Demon cock, she would have screamed.

  ***

  Zepar hesitated. He was erotically charged by the sight of Leraye’s tongue as it disappeared into Thalia’s feminine sex. The sight of her reddened lips as she sucked Leraye’s cock into her mouth had left him harder than the stone pillars supporting the castle’s arches.

  And then Zepar traced his gaze over the familiar muscled curve of Leraye’s spine.

  Zepar rubbed the head of his cock over Leraye’s rosette. With each pass, Leraye puckered then relaxed. Zepar could wait no more.

  Zepar eased his cock into Leraye. The tight clasp of Leraye's muscles squeezed his cock near to the point of pain. But it was a pleasure and a pain well-remembered. With every inch of his cock that disappeared into Leraye, Zepar felt as if he were coming home.

  Zepar spread his legs further, gripped Leraye’s hips and held on for a wild ride. He began to slowly pump in and out of Leraye, wanting to savor each moment of friction. But as he watched them, he felt disconnected from Leraye and Thalia. They faced each other and he could watch them but didn’t feel like he was participating.

  As if Thalia read his mind, she reached up and cupped his balls with her hands. Zepar slid his hands down the front of Leraye’s thighs and plucked at her nipples. The new position pushed Zepar’s cock into Leraye, then pushed Leraye’s cock into Thalia’s mouth and Leraye’s tongue further into Thalia’s cunt.

  As one, the three set up a rhythm and sawed in and out. Mouths, tongues, hands, cocks, pussy a jumble as they connected in so many places that it became hard to remember where one started and the others stopped.

  Love thundered in his heart. This moment was more than reunion. It was a beginning. For all three of them. If Zepar was willing to let go of the reasons he'd held back from Leraye for the past ten years and embrace his love for his friend and the woman who had sacrificed everything for them both, his world would be thrilling beyond imagination.

  The pressure began to build at the base of Zepar’s spine and signaled he was close to orgasm. “I’m going to--"

  He would hold on to both Learye and Thalia. With that resolution, the cum bubbled up like a geyser and shot out of his cock into Leraye’s ass. His vision blurred as the world went white and he came and came and came as if he hadn’t come for a thousand years.

  Thalia hollowed her cheeks and sucked ever harder. Leraye’s buttocks tightened as he unloaded his wad into Thalia’s mouth and the reaction tugged even harder on Zepar’s cock. Leraye buried his face in her pussy and fucked Thalia even harder with his tongue.

  And Thalia lifted her thighs and clamped them around Leraye’s face as her body bowed.

  Zepar was buried balls deep in Leraye, his pubis snugged up against Leraye’s balls, which were close to Thalia’s lips. Her muffled moan vibrated through Leraye and into Zepar, setting off another round of tremors.

  For a moment, no one in the room moved. The only sounds were their heated breathing.

  Leraye eased his tongue from Thalia’s body. She whimpered and lifted her hips as if begging for more. He tilted his head and pressed a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh. “Patience, angel,” Leraye murmured against her soft white skin.

  Zepar took that as his cue to slowly withdraw from Leraye. And then Zepar stood behind him. Still separate. Still alone.

  Zepar watched as Leraye pulled his softening cock from Thalia’s lips and then stood. Still and strong and broad.

  Leraye held out his hand to Thalia. Without hesitation, she let him pull her to her feet.

  Thalia swayed in front of them. Her lips reddened and plumped and her mouth slick with Leraye’s cum.

  Leraye grinned at her and licked his lips. The shadow of his beard was shiny with Thalia’s juices. Leraye curled one arm around Thalia’s shoulder and tugged her to his side. He kissed her with a fervor Zepar had rarely seen.

  And for a moment, he felt left out.

  Zepar took a step back.

  Leraye’s hard palm grabbed his neck and jerked him into the circle of their embrace. Thalia and Leraye turned to Zepar and together they kissed him. Joy burst within him.

  Their lips, one pair soft, one pair hard, assaulted his mouth. Zepar was embraced on both sides, Leraye’s thick muscular arm around his back and Thalia’s softer palm on his buttocks.

  Their essences mingled in his mouth, an exquisite blend of male and female. The taste was highly erotic. Zepar closed his eyes and savored.

  As if unable to help himself, Zepar pulled Thalia closer to him and slithered his tongue down her throat, and traced the same path that Leraye’s cock had taken, then pulled out of her mouth.

  “Zepar,” Thalia gasped as she rubbed her breasts against his chest.

  “Yes, love,” he answered.

  "What would you do to make things right?" He had thought things were right. But now he knew he would do anything.

  It was Leraye who questioned. “Thalia?”

  “Anything.” Responded Zepar.

  All of her attention was on Zepar.

  “You watched us.” Thalia’s tongue played with Zepar’s nipples even as he slid his fingers to her sex and toyed with her clitoris.

  “Yes,” Zepar answered.
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  “In the dungeon?” she probed.

  “Yes.” He held his gaze steady on Thalia.

  “Are you willing to give Leraye what he really wants?” She asked softly, her attention still on Zepar, but she’d managed to pull Leraye in to her snare as well.

  “What do you think that is?” Zepar asked. He'd stopped breathing in anticipation, as if he couldn’t wait for her next words.

  “He wants to put his cock in your ass,” she said baldly.

  SEVENTEEN

  Everyone stilled.

  It was as if Thalia had unleashed an elephant in the giant chamber and everyone feared that if they moved, the elephant would crush them.

  “It’s not necessary.” Leraye denied and pushed away from Thalia, away from Zepar.

  The words, his actions, cut Zepar in the heart.

  “I think it is.” Thalia countered. “Do you love me?”

  “Yes.” They answered in tandem.

  “Yes," Zepar said again. The word was more emphatic and more sure the second time around.

  They both loved her.

  “I love you, too.” She smiled, a serene, elegant yet somehow wicked smile. “And I want you to fuck each other.”

  Zepar’s cock jerked at the coarse words. Of course he’d trained her in what to say to Demons to get them to respond but her words evoked images that he’d banished years ago.

  He’d never been breached. That act was the last stronghold to deny what lay in his heart. He would only fuck Leraye. Zepar had never allowed the reverse. He’d let the Demon suck him off while chained and trapped but his ass remained inviolate.

  “Do you agree?” Thalia’s harsh words broke into Zepar’s memories.

  “Yes,” he said hoarsely. Because in his heart, he wanted exactly what Leraye and Thalia wanted.

  "Not without you, Thalia,” Leraye said. Zepar knew in that moment that Leraye would protect Thalia at all costs.

  Thalia agreed breathlessly.

  Leraye took charge. “Bed. Now.” A shiver of arousal skimmed over Zepar.

  “Thalia, lie down. Spread your legs,” Leraye said.

  She lay on the velvet duvet and spread her legs wide. The glistening folds of her sex beckoned. “You haven’t had your cock for the day, have you?” Zepar said.