“Okay,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” he said. He firmly held her chin and kissed her, laying his claim before releasing her. “I’ll be with you again after they finish.” Then he stepped backward, conjuring the pink chaise longue over to watch the post-show performance. He crossed his legs and slouched, like a sheik surveying his possessions. As a final flourish, a chalice of red wine appeared in his hand. A showman through and through.
“You’re real proud of yourself right now, aren’t you?” Maya said.
“I see no reason not to be,” Bell replied. He raised his chalice in a toast. “Let the festivities begin. Take it slow, boys. Let’s not overwhelm the woman.”
“That’s the best part,” Moss groused.
“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me how the hell you two are symbiotic if I show you my boobs,” Maya said. She was going to hurt her neck if she kept trying to look between them, especially as they came closer.
“I’ll carry the secret to your grave,” Ciarán said. He knuckled Maya’s hair from her face. There was something quite menacing about a hand big enough to engulf her entire head so close to her, so gentle.
“Think you could be more ominous if you tried?” Maya asked.
Ciarán smiled, exposing his saurian, interlocking fangs.
“That would do it,” Maya said. Her knees were melting into jelly. “Bell, I don’t think I can do this.”
Ciarán knelt, almost exactly eye to eye with her that way. The prick of his clawed nail stroked over the cord of her neck, dangerously close to her jugular and carotid.
“I look fierce,” Ciarán said, a draft in a cave. “But I am not the dangerous one. Do not fear me.”
“Again, not reassuring,” Maya said. Moss’ hand touched the back of her thigh, and she jumped.
“What better way to experience the things you don’t dare to wish for than in the hands of two demons who wish to give you the pleasure you crave, not pain?” Bell said. “And how much should it honor you that pain is not what they seek?”
“Believe me, woman. You’re tasty-looking in all the wrong ways,” Moss said, leering. “If I eat you, you’ll be begging me for it.”
“Great. Gentle giant demon, tiny horny demon. Gross,” Maya said.
“Oh, the giant’s horny, too,” Moss said. “I don’t know how you didn’t notice. It just takes too much time and effort for him to say it. And just because I’m a little demon doesn’t mean I’m insufficient, woman, I’ll tell you that. Pinky swear,” he added impishly, offering her his finger. Not his pinky.
Maya glanced down at Ciarán’s trousers.
“Mother of…” She swallowed. Jesus, Bell was already on the very big side of tolerable, but Ciarán had a cock the size of her forearm, hand included. Moss was right. She didn’t know how she hadn’t noticed that. “What is it with you demons?”
“If we weren’t appealing, what would be the point?” Moss asked. This time, when he fumbled with her skirt, she didn’t stop him. “I mean, really.”
“Appealing? Penis size only matters to men,” Maya said, “as a matter of insecure comparison. The average penis is perfectly fine. So why all the monster dicks? I don’t think that’ll even fit without perforating organs.”
Ciarán’s laughter was like an earthquake under her feet. Air chuffed between his teeth. “Magic,” he said.
“You’d be surprised what he can fit it in,” Moss chimed in. Maya’s skirt dropped to the floor at her feet with a rustle of tulle.
“I really don’t want to know,” Maya said.
“Fear and fascination. I suspect that is part of the reason why demons are so well endowed,” Bell said. He sipped from his cup. His eyelids were heavy, the pupils dilated to the edge like a person possessed. “Many of us have to make ourselves smaller when we hide ourselves in human guises. But perhaps it is, like you said, a matter of masculine pride that we don’t hide it much.” He quirked his lips.
Maya jumped again as Moss began to pull down her panties.
“I normally ease into this,” Maya said.
“Oh, I plan to,” Moss replied. “But nudity will be a factor eventually.”
“Then you take off your clothes,” Maya retorted.
“It’s not my fault that your lower half is the only part I can reach.” Moss clicked his teeth into a smile. Then he shrugged off his open peasant shirt and pushed down his trousers. His erection jutted out, as though pointing straight at her. The proportions were the same as Ciarán’s—which was to say, exceptional—but it intimidated her less on Moss, diminutive as he was, than Ciarán.
“I know what you’re thinking, woman,” Moss said.
“Stop calling me that.”
“I could call you ‘human female’, but I’d guess you’d take more offense to that,” he said.
“Here’s a thought. How about ‘Maya’? A name that distinguishes me from all the other women in Arcanium.”
“Nah, too radical,” Moss said. He cupped her knees and slid his hands up her thighs.
She backed into Ciarán, who draped his hands over her shoulders. His long fingers almost reached the tips of her breasts.
“If it’s all the same to you, I think I’d rather have Moss inside me than you, Ciarán,” Maya said.
“Like you said, Maya, you’re taking both of us. At the exact same time,” Moss replied. “If you’d prefer my cock in your cunt, that’s fine and dandy, but would you rather have his cock impaling your pussy or would you like to take it in your pretty little mouth? I figured you’d want it the other way, but…”
“Yes,” Maya said quickly. “I mean, I want it the other way. If it’s going to happen at all, and I don’t know how it… Oh God.”
Ciarán couldn’t kiss her like a human being, but Maya had to give him credit for doing his best. He brushed his teeth against her neck before running his flat, rough tongue over her skin. And as he did so, he loosened his trousers as well. His erection tapped the side of her leg like a rod of hot iron forged by Hephaestus himself.
Fear and fascination. That was a good way to put it. Size really wasn’t everything and cock comparisons between men drove Maya batty. But she’d never been near a cock this big. It was the stuff of legend. And somehow, through magic or medical miracle, she was going to have that inside her.
“Mmm.” Moss inhaled. “I can smell you. Getting turned on at last, woman? Less chit-chat now?”
“You’ve been talking at least as much as I have.” Her ‘have’ rose in pitch as Moss stood on his toes to nuzzle her mound over her panties.
He hummed again in appreciation, burying his large nose in her cloth-covered folds to inhale her scent at its source.
This time, when Moss slipped her panties down her hips, she didn’t protest. Instead, she canted her hips against Moss’ mouth, and he obligingly licked where she wanted him. She grasped Ciarán’s massive wrists. Her knees had gone weak for an entirely different reason than fear.
Moss’ tongue was as flat and rough as Ciarán’s. It rasped wet and hot like prickly velvet over her clit, a wholly new experience—one that toed the line between uncomfortable and amazing. Even more bewildering was her reaction to the needle points of his teeth scraping with false threat against her folds.
“Oh, yeah, this is a good one,” Moss said after he’d tasted the new draught from entrance of her cunt. “Always helps when they like it a little dangerous.”
“I’m not into the bad-boy type,” Maya said.
“You can protest with those lovely lips all you want. The ones down here always tell the truth, Miss Maya,” Moss replied.
“You’re on my tongue,” Ciarán whispered in her ear. “What he feels, I feel. And what I feel, he feels.”
“Weird little symbiosis you got there,” Maya replied.
Ciarán pushed down her shirt and gently circled her tight nipples with preternaturally long fingers before cupping her breasts in his palm. If more than a handful was wasted, he didn’t waste a thing—but then, a
woman would be hard-pressed to fill his hands.
“It has its advantages,” Moss said, keeping her pleasured with broad strokes of his hand over her cunt so he could watch Ciarán play with her breasts. “I’m going to come on those pretty tits, woman. Shoot the cream all over them and tell you to rub it in. I think I’d like to see that.”
“Mind the leather,” Bell said mildly.
Maya squirmed, not sure whether Moss’ crudeness bothered her or whether she just thought it was supposed to bother her. Like Moss had pointed out, though, her cunt didn’t seem to mind at all. Quite the contrary. In spite of the collection of teeth poised at her breasts—and she was pretty sure Ciarán could take a whole breast in his mouth and bite it off just like that—she shivered as his tongue caught on her nipple the way Moss’ tongue had caught on her clit.
She clutched at Ciarán’s shock of dark hair and leaned against the immovable boulder of his chest. With her other hand, she idly sought out the feverish erection smearing pre-cum on her leg. Maya thought she might burn her palm with it. She couldn’t get her hand around Bell’s, much less Ciarán’s.
Ciarán abandoned her breasts to undo the corset laces with deftness she wouldn’t have expected from those unwieldy-looking fingers. Moss helped him pull the corset away. Then there was only the flimsy shirt between them.
Ciarán stood, stepping out of his trousers, and Moss crossed his arms, staring up at Maya with a smirk until Maya undid a few of the buttons and brought the shirt over her head.
“There’s a woman,” Moss said, the exclamation sounding like both an affirmation and a sigh of satisfaction.
What she lacked in height, she made up in curves, as though someone had originally fashioned her taller, then pressed her down. Magazines could make a big deal about inches and pounds all they wanted. Maya had never had any problems with men liking what they saw, even if Maya had a few issues with it now and then.
“I’m… I want to…” Maya swallowed. She was used to asking for what she wanted, but when what she wanted was attached to demons, that just made everything more cosmically questionable and confusing.
“I want to touch it,” she finally got out, almost brushing her fingertips down Ciarán’s length. It twitched at the promise of contact.
“Go on. I don’t feel ignored or anything,” Moss said.
“Oh, shut up,” Maya said. “You’ll feel it, too, right?”
“That I will,” Moss replied smugly. “You go on and touch that demon horsecock to your heart’s content, woman.”
With Ciarán standing, that put her at just the right height she needed to be to inspect, observe and experience the marvel that was Ciarán’s erection. This should have been on display in Oddity Row.
Feast your eyes, ladies and gentleman, on the Biggest Man in the World. Gay men would wince and tighten their asses, but size queens would drool. Straight men would whoop to hide their inadequacies. And women would melt with lust—not because they actually wanted it inside them, but because it made them imagine what it would be like to be so full. To have the chance to do what Maya was doing right now.
Ciarán stood still as she ran her hands over the shaft, caressing him almost like a massage. She followed the blue veins that lined him to the thick head. Then she gently pulled the foreskin back to reveal a flushed, glistening head wet with pre-cum. Maya couldn’t help it—it called to her. She lowered her mouth slightly and licked around the slit, stretching her lips taut around the head, which was all she could take in. Ciarán’s groan was like the creaking of an old Victorian mansion.
“We’re demons, woman. We’re not going to fucking break,” Moss said through gritted teeth. His cock twitched in time with Ciarán’s.
“Is this more what you had in mind?” Maya asked, lifting Ciarán’s erection up and running her teeth down the prominent ridge, outright biting the base. Then she squeezed his cock, tightening her hands around him as hard as she could and wringing its thickness. She could only do so much with her proportionately small hands, but Ciarán groaned again, and this time Moss joined him.
“That’s more like it,” Moss growled happily.
He stepped between her legs, forcing them open more, and held onto her as he rewarded her with deep, fast flicks of his tongue over her folds, into her cunt, and farther over the perineum to the puckered opening behind it. Maya whined around Ciarán’s cock, arousal suddenly boiling low in her abdomen. Although Derrick would finger her open when he wanted in her ass, no one had ever licked her there before. Fingers were good, but a tongue… She popped off Ciarán’s cockhead to pant without obstruction.
“Fuck,” she gasped.
“Soon,” Ciarán assured her, stroking her hair tenderly.
“I want to see you touch it. Can I see?” Maya asked. She placed her hand over Ciarán’s as he took himself in his palm, wrapping around the thick shaft easily. “Oh, yes, that. That’s pretty.”
Moss laughed into her cunt then nipped at her inner thigh to make her cry out.
“Pretty’s not a description I hear often about Ciarán, the great, ugly lout,” Moss said. He slapped Maya’s ass, but it sounded worse than it felt.
“You’re just jealous that I am prettier than you,” Ciarán said. He bared his teeth as more pre-cum lubricated his way with every stroke. It was the expression of an animal, a ferocious beast, yet Maya wanted to touch his face in encouragement. If he was anything like Bell, he could come now then come inside of her if that was his inclination, and she wanted to see what it was like when that monstrous cock erupted.
She made sure to move to his side first, fondling his balls, stroking and twisting the base where he didn’t reach, sometimes darting forward to lick the head. Admiring his bulk, she wrapped an arm as far around his back as she could and braced herself against his tree trunk of a leg, keeping her thighs open for Moss, who took to her cunt like an ice cream cone in July.
“Do it,” she whispered to Ciarán. “Come for me. Make that pretty cock of yours come everywhere, but watch the hair.”
“Oh, I like her,” Moss muttered. “You go on without me, Ciarán. I’ll wait until I’m in that dirty mouth.”
Ciarán moaned deep in his chest like the groaning of the earth, his hand making thick, meaty sounds on his erection. The balls Maya kneaded drew up tight. Cum spurted into the air in an arc, striking the sawdust floor and stringing white and pearly over his hands. Maya rubbed his back through the orgasm. He was still hard when his shoulders slumped with temporary relief. The way the demons here stayed inhumanly rigid after an orgasm always amazed her. They were like the best kind of toy.
“Mmm, that was sweet, woman,” Moss said. He tugged at her wrist with strength that surprised her. “My turn to play and Ciarán’s turn to watch. Get down here to my level. On your knees.”
Maya didn’t even care that he was ordering her around, since now she understood that he was as mouthy and blowhard as she sometimes was. Bell’s quieter orders carried more power. She glanced at Bell as she lowered herself to her knees. He still lounged like a prince. His cock bulged shamelessly against his trousers, but it didn’t seem to concern him. Although his countenance had turned intense while watching them, he winked at her.
“There we go. That’s what I’m talking about,” Moss said, running his hands over her hips and up to her breasts. Now that was more than a handful, and Moss appeared completely content with the state of affairs. He hummed happily as he buried his face in her cleavage and open-mouth kissed his way to her left nipple. He bit lightly over and over again at the sensitive little bud.
It hurt, no question, but something between her breast and her clit thought it was amazing.
Moss laughed when Maya moaned high in her throat. She rubbed herself while he amused himself with her tits.
“I can’t…” she finally gasped. “I want…”
“You want us inside you, spitting you fore and aft,” Moss said. He trapped her nipple between his rough, wonderful tongue and the sharp tips of
his teeth, forcefully kneading her other breast until she fisted his hair and tugged. She didn’t yank. She would prefer to keep that nipple.
He released her just the same. When he took her face in his hands, his nails were as prickly as his teeth. “You want us fucking you. You want to be used, don’t you, woman? That’d feel good, wouldn’t it?”
“Go to hell,” Maya said, but she didn’t fight as he made a fist in her hair and pushed her down to the floor on her elbows.
“Been there,” Moss said. “Kind of my scene. You get that ass up in the air so Ciarán can see what he’s having.”
It was so deliciously dirty, sawdust on her forearms and shins, and Moss’ cock bobbing in front of her. Ciarán heated her from behind, although he hadn’t touched her yet. The ground trembled as he, too, dropped to his knees.
Moss slapped his cock against her cheeks. Erect, he was on the thick side of average, which on him appeared as giant as Ciarán’s, but at least it would be more to Maya’s scale as well. “This what you want, woman?” He painted her lips with his pre-cum. “Aren’t you just the prettiest little slut.”
“I’m not a slut,” Maya said, although when he’d said it, it seemed more like a pet name than an insult. “I’m a bitch.”
Moss laughed again. “That you are, sweetheart. Suck my cock, bitch. I’ll stopper that mouth.”
“You’re a prick,” Maya said.
“I’ll be anything you want, as long as you— Unholy Baphomet.”
Just to get him back for all his lip and to show her gratitude for what he did to her when he wasn’t verbally masturbating, she’d taken him into her mouth. Then she’d wriggled down like a snake consuming its prey and took him deep in her throat, swallowing over the head and convincing herself that she could still breathe through her nose. It was hard to bypass the panic response, because she hadn’t done this very often.
She pulled back after about ten seconds, but she’d made her point.
“Sweet Magdalene Mother, woman, I’m yours,” Moss moaned. “You go on and play with that as you like.” He got to his knees as well, which made it easier on her forearms and thrust her ass up farther as she followed Moss down.
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