My tail presses harder against her clit, circling faster, and she cries out, her body trembling as she comes, her pussy clenching around me. “Fuck, I fucking love your demon cocks,” she gasps, her voice raw. “I feel so full.”
I laugh as I keep moving, my cock thickening and drawing out her pleasure. “Good,” I murmur, kissing her jaw. “Because you’re mine, sweetheart.”
She’s a vision, even half-faded—her face flushed, eyes bright, body shaking under me. My cock swells further, the demon side of me responding to her heat, filling her even more. I’m close, but I hold back, wanting her to come again. My tail relentlessly keeps working her clit, Esme rocking her hips up to meet my thrusts, her hands gripping my horns now, pulling me closer.
“Duske, please,” she begs, and it’s enough to push me over. I thrust one last time, my cock swelling fully as I come, a bellow tearing from my chest that rattles the windows. Esme comes with me, her body shuddering as she clenches around me, her cries echoing mine.
We’re both left panting as we try to catch our breaths, and she laughs, breathless, her hands still on my horns. “I probably should’ve asked before, but kissing you won’t kill me, right?”
I grin, my jagged teeth flashing. “You’re already dead, sweetheart.”
I kiss her again, lingering there for a few seconds before I roll to my side, bringing her with me, my cock still inside her, swollen and locking us together. Her lids are already drooping, her body sated from the heat spike, and I can see the exhaustion setting in. Navigating a heat like this, in her ghost form, is going to be tricky. She’ll need us all, in our demon forms, to keep her grounded.
“Rest, okay?” I say, brushing a strand of orange hair from her face.
She grumbles, her eyes half-closed. “This isn’t you trying to get out of talking to me, is it?”
I laugh, kissing her forehead, once, twice, three times, each one a promise. “No. I’ll be right here when you wake up, but you’ll be frustrated if you fall asleep on me.”
She sighs, a soft, content sound, and snuggles closer, her body pressed against mine. “Fine.”
I hold her tight, my tail curling around her thigh, protectively. Vesper's did the same and I'm sure Milo has done the same, a claim demons make to show others who is theirs. Esme has so much to learn but I can't wait until she does.
Her breathing evens out, and I watch her drift off, her face peaceful again. My heart feels full, aching with love I didn’t think I could feel.
Chapter 14
Vesper
I head upstairs, my feet moving quietly on the hardwood as I make my way to Esme's room. The house is quiet, the kind of quiet that settles in after chaos, and I can feel the tension that's been coiled in my chest finally starting to ease. Duske handled Liora, Esme made it through another heat spike, and now we just need to figure out what the fuck comes next.
I push open the door to her room, and the sight that greets me makes my heart clench in the best way. Duske and Esme are wrapped around each other, tangled together on the bed like they were made to fit. Esme is visible again, her orange hair splayed across the dark blue sheets, her face peaceful in sleep. Duske's arms are wrapped around her, holding her close, his black eyes closed, his expression soft in a way I've never seen before.
Duske looks so sweet when he's sleeping. It's weird to think about Death, the Grim Reaper himself, looking sweet, but there's no other word for it. The sharp edges of his usual demeanor are gone, replaced by something tender and vulnerable. His tailis curled around Esme's thigh, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
Milo walks around me, his shoulder brushing against mine, and he presses a kiss to my cheek before moving toward the bed. He's grinning, that quirky smile of his lighting up his face, and I watch as he carefully climbs onto the bed, settling in behind Esme. He wraps an arm around her waist, his body pressing against her back, and she shifts slightly in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
I move to lay at the foot of the bed, my body settling into the space near her feet. I reach out, taking one of her feet in my hands, and start to massage it gently. Her skin is warm beneath my touch, the tension in her muscles as I work my thumbs along her arch loosening.
She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and she looks down at me with a weary smile. "Vesper," she murmurs, her voice still thick with sleep.
"Hey, princess," I say softly, my hands continuing their gentle movements. "How are you feeling?"
She hums, her eyes drifting closed again. "Better. Tired, but better."
Duske pulls her closer, his arms tightening around her, and she melts into him. I watch as his black eyes open, meeting mine, and there's something heavy in his gaze. He's been holding onto something, something he needs to say, and I can see the weight of it pressing down on him.
"We need to talk because there's a choice you have to make and it won't be easy, Esme.”
Esme nods, her eyes opening fully now. "Okay."
Duske takes a deep breath, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. "Our demonic nature is really only the surface. While we do have power, we can't bring people back from the dead. Not fully. You'd still be here, but you'd never be human again.And you couldn't stay here in this city because people would recognize you. You're technically dead."
Esme's expression doesn't change, but I can see the way her throat works as she swallows. "Okay."
Duske's thumb brushes across her cheek. "You'd have to leave everything behind. Your life here, this city, anyone who knew you. You'd have to disappear completely and start over somewhere new. And even then, you wouldn't be fully human. You'd be something in between, something that exists because we're holding you here."
Esme nods slowly. "I understand."
