by Eva Brandt
I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. A demonic love. A destructive love. This was what it meant—pain, suffering, obsession.
Meph had told me once that I wasn’t forced to accept what Mikael, Callum, and Stefan offered. He’d claimed that, as a human, I wasn’t compatible to this kind of relationship. But at the same time, here at the academy, I’d learned that demons hated weakness of any kind and were never willing to sacrifice themselves for others.
“We’re as natural as humans,” Callum and Gemma had said, during our very first conversation.
Maybe they’d been right all along and that was the whole point. Maybe a demonic love was as natural as a human one. Different, but still something precious, to be valued.
As that thought crossed my mind, something seemed to click inside me, like a switch had just been flipped. A weight disappeared off my shoulders. Suddenly, I knew exactly what I needed to do.
I stalked up to Mikael and poked his naked chest. “Well, there’s no reason to perform any spell now. I’m obviously back, so you can stop this insanity.”
My proximity finally drove my lovers into action. They surrounded me from every angle, sweeping their greedy hands over every inch of skin they could reach. Feverish kisses landed over my cheeks, shoulders and neck. Desperate words mingled in a jumble I shouldn’t have understood, but somehow did.
“It’s really true. You’re here.”
“I can’t believe this.”
“I’m not hallucinating this, am I, Callum?”
“If you are, so am I.”
It hurt to know that they’d been through so much anguish because of me, but I controlled my tempestuous emotions. I needed at least some degree of composure to reach out to them. “Yes, I’m here, and so are you,” I said. “We’re together again. And if you care about me like you claim, you won’t hurt yourselves, ever again. Not for me, not for anything.”
“We can’t promise that, Lyssa,” Callum said seriously. “We’re always going to act for your benefit, no matter what it costs us.”
I let out a frustrated huff. “Well, then, we’ll just have to find a compromise, because I refuse to accept your suffering. And I certainly won’t accept you rejecting any part of yourselves.
“I was angry with you for what you did, it’s true. And I would still be angry and hurt if you tried something like that again. But even so, I accept that it’s in your nature. I won’t turn you away, not again.”
The words seemed to hold physical weight, and the whole room filled with a tension of unprecedented proportions.
“You… accept us?” Stefan asked, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.
“Yes,” I said with no hesitation. “No matter what. Nothing is more important than what we share.”
To prove my point, I pressed a kiss to his lips. His face was deformed because of his shift, so it did feel a little weird, but I didn’t let that deter me. When he tried to turn away, I growled in frustration. “Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t be ashamed of who and what you are. I’m not.”
“I’m an animal,” Stefan mumbled, taking a step back. “You shouldn’t even be in my presence, especially not when I’m like this.”
“Why don’t you let me make that decision?” I shot back. “I think I know my own mind now, no interference needed, and I’m confident that I want this.”
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, Lyssa,” Callum said. “What we’ve done until now is nothing compared to our true skills and desires.”
I’d always known that they were holding back with me, but hearing it stated outright still pissed me off. “I’ll admit that maybe I’m not completely prepared for what you can do. But give me some credit, okay? I can learn and I’m not that fragile.”
My lovers shared a look. Stefan, Callum, and Mikael all turned toward Meph, silently asking him for his opinion. I would’ve been annoyed that they were deferring to him, but I had just woken up from a coma, so it was honestly miraculous they were willing to consider my suggestion.
“It should be fine,” Meph said after a few seconds. He brushed his lips over mine, and the kiss reminded me of the one I’d shared with Lucifer. “She still carries Lucifer’s blessing,” he said when he pulled away. “It’s safe now.”
Mikael cursed. “Fuck. You’re the one who’s supposed to have sense. When you put it that way, how could we possibly refuse?”
I wondered if they realized what Lucifer’s blessing had entailed, if they blamed me for it, for the arousal I’d experienced when he had touched me. I’d have to tell them, sometimes soon, perhaps when the situation was less explosive.
Either way, they didn’t seem inclined to ask me about it. Instead, Mikael pulled me into his arms and crushed our mouths together. There was no more time for gentleness and slow exploration. There was only the despair and the need, the almost suffocating desire to turn our bodies into a single being. I leaned against his powerful chest and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back with equal fervor. My wrists brushed the stumps of his growing wings and he shivered, groaning into our kiss. I would’ve thought he was in pain had I not felt his erection against me through the material of my dress and his pants.
Much too soon, Mikael broke our lip-lock. I didn’t get the chance to catch my breath, though, as it was Callum’s turn to claim my mouth. Mikael refused to release me from his arms, so it should’ve been awkward to kiss Callum. It wasn’t. Somehow, we made it work.
The aura around Callum changed completely. At first, his kisses held the taste of panic, as if he was afraid that, if he stopped, I would disappear. But with every passing second, that flavor changed into something more mellow, just as deep, but more confident.
I let myself fall into it, trusting Callum to catch me if I ever stumbled. After all the pain we’d gone through, we deserved these moments of togetherness, of visceral desire and simple acceptance.
Two clawed hands swept over my shoulders and back, slicing through the straps of my gown. The dress slid to the floor, leaving me almost naked. I didn’t flinch, not even when I felt the sharp tips rake over my skin ever so slightly. By now, I was used to the sensation, and I reveled in it. It was a promising start. Meph had done similar things before, but even when he’d spanked me, he’d always been careful to not break the skin. This time, I had a feeling it would be different.
Confirming my thoughts, Callum tore his mouth away from mine. Mikael took me in his arms and placed me on a soft surface that hadn’t been there before. He spread my legs, tore my panties off with his teeth, and buried his tongue into my pussy.
It was so sudden that I couldn’t help but scream. Every single time I’d been together with my lovers, they’d liked to initiate a gradual seduction. They’d never fucked me outright, even when they were desperate for me, even when I’d been the one to ask for it.
The sudden change threw me, and I cried out and writhed underneath Mikael, begging for more. Mikael followed my wishes, his clever fingers easily finding my swollen clit, toying with the sensitive nub, driving me wild with pleasure.
But Mikael was not alone in his quest to overwhelm me. Callum and Meph joined us, and within seconds, I found myself pinned to the soft surface, strands of shadow immobilizing me and keeping me from continuing my struggles.
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 r
oamed 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.”