Demon Spelled (6 page)

Going to his knees so he could watch both of them easily, Lyx was amazed by her reaction. None of their previous lovers had responded with such abandonment. Her arousal leaked from her body when Troz withdrew his tongue. He hooked his fingers at the top of her intimate lips and tugged the protective hood away from her clitoris. His tongue curled around the nub. Her back bowed, and her breathing ceased. Eyes wide, her bottom lip trembled, as did the rest of her body.

Lyx took pity on her. “You may come, Sanja.”

Her climax was instantaneous. She screamed, creaming Troz with her release, her physique doing a mini-seizure dance on the bed and Troz’s face. His lover lifted his head and wiped his mouth with his palm, a grin shadowing his cheeks. Sanja collapsed, her breathing shallow and eyes closed in the aftermath of what appeared to be extreme bliss.

Lyx captured Troz by the back of the head and kissed him. They never spoke words of love or devotion. It wasn’t the demonic way. But in that moment ‘I love you’ was on the tip of Lyx’s tongue. It would’ve been a lie, though because demons were incapable of feeling love.

“I know.” Troz smiled, running his fingertips across Lyx’s cheek and into his hair. They kissed again before his lover settled down beside her. Troz touched her belly, and her eyes flickered open. “I’m going to get in your skin, so I can feel what you feel.”

No acknowledgement came from Sanja as she blinked and leveled her breathing. She seemed shaken by the climax.

Lyx envied Troz’s ability to experience them with her.

The silver skeins on Troz’s shoulders shot down his arm and out of his fingers to sink beneath her epidermis. “Lucifer in Hell,” he rasped out. “The afterglow of her orgasm continues to rumble through her.” His lover circled one of her nipples with the thumb of his other hand, drawing a hiss from between his teeth. “Goddamn
that
feels spectacular. No wonder she’s so reactive. Her entire body is connected to her pussy.” He kissed the nipple and said against the peak, “Claim her as ours, Lyx. I’ll keep you abreast of what she feels.”

Sanja rolled her head to face Troz. “You can feel what I do?” Her scratchy voice caused Lyx’s cock to twitch to be inside her.

“Yes.” Troz pinched her nipple and together they shuddered.

“Why would you want to feel my pain?”

“You’re not alone in your fear, Sanja. We want a relationship with you, one that’ll benefit us all. What you find foreign and consider rape, we see as everyday normal life. I worry you won’t be able to get beyond your humanity and accept us for what we are. Who we are to you. So I need to feel what you experience, to be a part of your joy and, yes, your anguish.”

Using her fingertips she touched Troz’s cheek and held his gaze as Lyx settled between her thighs and inched just the tip of his length into her. With her eyes widening at his brief penetration, Troz used his thumb on her chin to tug her lower-lip from between her teeth. He ran his pad along the reddened lip.

Lyx watched as her pussy swallowed another inch of his dick. She was so wet, he had to control his thrust or go too deep too fast. And she was so tight, so soft it was like sinking into wet silk, and he had to fight his demon not to take her virginity without a care for her pleasure. Fuck him, but no demonette had ever felt so good, or been so pliable inside. No other woman would ever compare to the moist, hot cocoon of Sanja’s cunt. While he drifted into her perfect body, he worried about her. Wide-eyed, mouth open, and breathing shallow, he couldn’t gauge how his penetration felt to her.

“Troz?” Lyx circled her clit with his thumb.

Troz and Sanja both jerked at the contact.

“Fuck!” Troz shot him a glance. “I cannot wait to feast on her climax if she’s this receptive to the small details.”

That didn’t answer his concerns. “Troz!”

“I cannot explain how you feel to her. Foreign, odd, like an invasion, your cock is more pronounced inside her than when it’s inside me. But…it’s not repulsive to her or hurting her.”

“You should touch me so you can experience how perfect she feels wrapped around my dick.” Lyx fingered the soft folds embracing his length.

“I can only focus on one of you right now. I’ll experience her texture later when I take her.” She whimpered at that statement. “Same as before Sanja, you’re not allowed to climax without permission.”

Lyx butted against the filmy structure of her virginity. He pulled out to the tip, watched as he slid back in and repeated the movements. A soft moan came from both his lovers.

“That feels good.” Troz slid his palm down her throat, across a breast and along her belly until he could finger her clitoris. “Now, Lyx.”

He jerked his hips forward, ripping through her virginity. Sanja cried out, and if not for his hands on her hips, she’d have twisted away from him.

“Don’t move.”

Lyx wasn’t sure if Troz’s command was intended for him or Sanja, so he went motionless. Deep inside her, their pelvises were pressed to one another, and his cock throbbed like a motherfucker.

“That hurt worse than I expected. Easy, love, easy.” Troz’s fingers went back to work on her clit.

Her movements were jerky as she dashed the tears aside. She met Lyx’s worried gaze. “Just finish it.”

“Don’t you dare move yet, Lyx,” Troz countered quickly.

She was stiff beneath him, the accusation in her green eyes hurting him like nicks of sharp glass. He leaned over her and nuzzled her neck. “I will stop before I hurt you further.” Lifting his head, Lyx met her damning glare. “I would’ve enjoyed drawing out the pain of anyone else but not yours.” That was the fucking truth. Demonettes didn’t suffer the same fate as human virgins. From the first sexual encounter they loved sex, craved the baseness of the act, and he’d always wondered what it’d be like to have the fate of an innocent beneath him. Once he believed he’d tear through her hymen and relish her pain. Earlier he and Troz had committed to debauching her because of her angelic heritage, but at the moment, he just wanted to ease her suffering and protect her from everything. Including their perverted ways.

TO BELIEVE HIM
or not? Lyx was a demon. Weren’t they supposed to want to torment humankind? Lies were easy to their lips, her mother had warned Erica of that. But….

‘
You can trust your men
,’ Sybil had said once a long time ago, confusing her with the plural. ‘
They’re the one exception. Always trust them, but no other demon
.’

Erica had almost forgotten that comment. And no surprise since she’d been fourteen when her mother made the statement.

She recognized them as the men she drew, too. Private artwork she allowed no one to glimpse because the men had come from her dreams, and she cherished their memories. It’d been important to her to place them on paper accurately, so she’d spent hours honing those pieces of art.

Lyx drew her from her reverie by palming her throat, while Troz pinched her clitoris. The unexpected pleasure jolted her with a jerk, shifting Lyx’s erection inside her.

Sweet baby Jesus
! That felt fantastic.

The last thing she wanted was to enjoy him inside her. She wanted to be angry. She
needed
to be angry. They’d worked together to take her virginity, something she’d cherished and chosen not to gift to anyone, but to save for that one special man who’d appreciate her. A man who wanted her because of who she was, not as a dare to tap the witch’s daughter’s ass.

“That little bit of movement was nice.” Troz kissed her shoulder. She needed to be pissed at him, too. He planned to take her ass tonight, something she’d never once considered giving to anyone. And she wanted him out of her skin, unable to experience what she felt.

She should be screeching mad that they had violated her without her consent. Why didn’t she
feel
violated?

“Give her more, Lyx.”

“Don’t.” The word was out before she realized she intended to speak. Now that the pain had expired, the tingling in her loins ratched higher, and she knew she’d enjoy whatever came next.

I cannot enjoy this!

“Oh, definitely move, Lyx.” Troz skimmed his lips across hers, a breathy kiss that melted her resistance.

I’m too easy.

Lyx withdrew from her completely, those weird nodules on his dick tugging at her intimate flesh. She turned her face away from Troz and clamped her teeth against the sigh of pleasure that Lyx’s movement caused.

They’re violating me. I cannot allow them to make me like it
. But how could she stop the hedonism when her body seemed determined to control her brain?

Those bumps on his erection reminded her of a bumpy dildo Tera had shown her once. To her mortification her friend had shocked her by detailing how fantastic the textured plastic felt. At last she understood her BFF’s fascination with the sex toy. Her sex toy came in the form of a sexy demon with purple skin.

A dream lover I drew prior to meeting him.
How’d I do that when I don’t have precognitive—

Lyx’s thick head speared her opening, and he sank back into her, thrusting into her leisurely over and over again.

Erica squirmed wanting him to hurry, but finding the current pace delicious. She scrunched her eyes closed and tried to twist away. Between his hand clamped on her hip and the other one on her throat, she went nowhere.

“Look at me.” Lyx’s foreign cadence was gruff as he withdrew from her body until only his broad head penetrated her.

If he peered into her eyes, she feared he’d see her desire. She wanted to beg him not to render her that vulnerable to him. But her body already betrayed her, soaked and pulsating for his tool. Besides, it wasn’t like Troz couldn’t discern her pleasure anyway or that Lyx couldn’t see into her mind, so she opened her eyes and looked at Lyx.

“Holy Hell!” Troz flipped onto his back, but kept his hand on her breast. Those weird streamers of silver that allowed him to experience her rush spiraled from his fingers and were embedded in her flesh. If she hadn’t seen them, she wouldn’t have known he was in her skin. “Motherfucking goddamn, if you don’t stop fucking just her opening I might explode.”

The fingers on her neck shifted upward and turned her head so she was forced to face Lyx. He held her gaze as his hand shifted from her hip to slide beneath her bottom to angle her pelvis to his preference. He plunged deep.

The molten orange of his eyes pinned her in place just as effectively as his pistoning cock and hand on her neck. Pain no longer existed. The easy glide of his hard member provided only ecstasy. These alien sensations were fabulous. Better than Tera detailed.

His hard drives scraped his pelvis against her clit. She cried out at the repetitive contact, but the way he restrained her, she was unable to move beneath him. Evidently pleased with her response, Lyx smiled at her, lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Erica no longer knew who made the most noise…her or Troz.

Beside her, his labored panting was loud. “Allow her to come, Lyx.”

“No, Troz. I want us both inside her when that happens.”

“Yes.” Her human-like demon rose onto his elbow and licked the nipple he’d affixed himself to. “Roll to your sides.”

The silver streamers exited her skin as Lyx shifted them until they were positioned on their sides. She could hear Troz removing his clothing from behind her. Then he was snuggling against her spine and nuzzling the back of her neck as Lyx lifted her leg upward, opening her. Troz’s cock butted against her bottom, and nerves clenched her belly.

Anal sex. I can do this without falling apart
.

“Do not go there, Sanja.” Lyx’s hand was still clamped around her neck as he stared into her eyes.

Pride kept her from admitting how frightened she was of being sodomized, more than losing her virginity. Neither would she express her excitement at experiencing the hedonistic act, an emotion she couldn’t understand.

“Relax,” Troz said against her ear. The way he was positioned behind her, she guessed he balanced himself on his elbow and that same hand was braced on the back of her neck. “I’m in your skin, so I feel everything you do. I won’t hurt you. Just relax and it’ll go easier.”

A nervous sounding laugh bubbled from her lips.
Easier said than done
.

“Trust me, sweetheart.” That had the desired affect his ‘relax’ hadn’t. She shouldn’t trust him, but if she believed nothing else, she believed they wanted her to enjoy herself with them. For no other reason, she believed them because neither had to go through the trouble of getting her off.

Lyx held her gaze as he flexed his hips and withdrew his cock from her. From behind her, Troz’s dick probed at the entrance to her wet folds. He thrust into her from behind, his cock unlike Lyx’s, but smooth. If he were smaller than Lyx, she couldn’t tell. His movements were jagged, less fluid than Lyx’s, but he felt so damned good gliding in her pussy.

“Fuck. She’s like wet moth-silk wrapped tight around my dick.” Troz wiggled closer, wedging his chest against her spine.

“Fucking perfect, eh, Troz?”

“Yes.” The hand located on the back of her neck shifted, and that arm went beneath her neck to curl around her and pull her spine snug against his chest. He fucked her like a rabid piston, pounding into her and stealing her ability to breathe.

She was aware Lyx focused on her face, soaking up her expressions while Troz slapped his pelvis against her bottom, the racket of wet flesh making quick smacking noises that repeated over and over again. She creamed all over his cock, which increased the slippery sound of their connection.

Suddenly he stopped, and she moaned her displeasure.

Troz panted against her neck. His lips moved against her skin as he spoke. “I could feel how much you liked that.” And then he was slipping out of her, and his broad head was pressing against the tight entrance of her ass.

She groaned as her body opened for his crown.

“Don’t tense up, Sanja,” he cooed against her ear. “Good girl. That’s a good girl relaxing that ass for me.”

Lyx distracted her by kissing her, fucking her mouth with his tongue until she buried her hands in his hair and clung to him.

Troz worked his head back and forth, going just a little deeper each time, her snug hole resisting his invasion. Minor stinging that dissipated quickly.

She breathed easy when he exited completely, and tapped her bottom with his crown before pressing inward again. Erica moaned as she stretched around his head. The sudden burning as he pushed deeper snatched a gasp from her. Instinctually, she lurched away, but he flattened his palm on her lower belly and held her in position. He burst through her tight ring, and Erica cried out at the sudden fiery pain. She jerked against him, as Lyx captured her face as if he didn’t want to lose one moment of her expression.

“Easy.” Troz rubbed his hand along her belly as her bottom burned from his invasion. “That was the hardest part. I’m in, the rest of the way in will be effortless.”

For who? Him or her?

“That hurts.” She breathed through the pain as Lyx kissed the corner of her mouth and jaw. “Still hurts.” The sting was different from when Lyx had breached her maidenhead.

“It’ll fade just like when Lyx took your pussy. Already the pain of taking your virgin ass is diminishing.” No warning whatsoever, he slowly slid all the way into her, and she wheezed the entire way through his penetration. Her clit throbbed like crazy, and her pussy spasmed as if it wanted a cock. “If not for my previous command not to come, you’d have climaxed as I penetrated you.”

He didn’t have to sound so freaking smug! She’d never have believed a little pain mixed with pleasure could be so profound.

As Troz flexed his hips, driving into her ass in an unhurried manner, his fingers on her belly lowered to her clit, and she couldn’t stifle the mewling sound that erupted from her. Her fingers tightened in Lyx’s hair.

“Goddamn, Troz, you should see her expression. I think she…likes your cock in her ass.”

“I wish I could share with you what she feels.” On the verge of incoherency, Erica tried to remember why she didn’t want the demons claiming her. “You’ll love fucking her ass, Lyx. Tight,
tight
, and nothing like you’ve ever had the pleasure of sticking your dick in.” He thrust deep and went still. “Join us.”

Erica wiggled her bottom against Troz’s crotch, wanting more of the magic he infused into her.

“I’m going to give you more, sex-pet.” Lyx shimmied closer, settled her foot behind Troz’s thigh, so he could clutch the base of his cock to guide it into her.

She yanked on his hair. “I need to come. Please let me come.”

“Not yet,” Troz nipped her earlobe. “But soon. I promise, very soon.”

The tip of Lyx’s dick pressed against her entrance. Wanting everything they would give her, she trusted them to give her more than she could imagine. She groaned when his head was seated inside her cunt.

“Fuck.” Troz’s cock twitched in her bottom. “I didn’t know she could get this much tighter.”

“Me either,” Lyx inched in further. “You want us to fuck you until you’re screaming, sex-pet?” He kissed her brow and cheeks, while fingering her clitoris.

She had to swallow twice before she could speak. “Yes.
Please
.”

“So polite.” Lyx drove all the way inside her. She gasped at the sudden entry, but the sound turned to a moan when they were both buried as deep as they could go within her. She was full, so crammed, and she should hate the sensation, but she no longer wanted to fight what they made her feel. Maybe they wanted her for all the wrong reasons, but at least they had no intention of releasing her. They wanted a future and children, a family of sorts. And they were the fate her mother had said would come for her. Of that she was certain. Tomorrow she may feel differently, but for tonight, she’d embrace what they offered.

One withdrew almost all the way out, while the other sank in as deep as he could go. Erica clung to the pleasure and let the storm of bliss take her wherever it would. She was the raft on the turbulent seas, and Lyx and Troz were her saviors.

Their thrusts grew faster. Troz’s panting grew more labored in her ear, while Lyx never lost eye contact for a second. In a weird way, she felt like they’d become a part of her and she was a part of them. None of it made any sense, and she could only focus on the cocks gliding in and out of her.