This place was unsafe.
Let's go home.
That feeling worked its way from my head down to my toes, trying to force me to turn around, but my newly received ruler of Hell magic slowly circled around it, burning these thoughts, this magic, out of me.
Once it was all complete, I watched each of the guys trying to battle it, but they were having a harder time. They were slowly turning away inch by inch, gritting their teeth as they fought it.
I called to my magic, telling it to go to my mates, to help them quickly. Out of nowhere, Hellfire shot out of me in four directions, slamming into them so hard they took a few steps back. My body started to get hotter and hotter the more I pushed my magic into them. I tried to curb the power, not wanting them to hurt them too badly from the Hellfire. Their backs were arched, their faces towards the cave roof, their mouths opened in silent screams. I felt so bad, but I kept pushing my magic to go faster so the pain wouldn't last for long.
Soon, my fire receded, and they all fell to their knees. I started to hover over them, going from one to the next every few seconds.
“I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to help you all. Once I figured out that I could burn that weird magic out, it just kinda went out to you. I didn't mean to hurt you.”
None of them said anything, and I was starting to get worried. Death stood up first, his blue crystal gaze finding mine as I gasped. His eyes were so bright they were glowing as he stalked over to me with a deep scowl on his face.
“I was trying to help, I prom—”
Death pulled my body towards his, plastering me to his front as our lips crashed, and my mind left my body for a second.
His lips were demanding yet soft as he roughly explored my mouth. His hands roamed all over my body, gripping me hard as he got to my ass cheeks. He lifted my legs to wrap around him and carried me a few steps until my back smashed into the rocky side of the cave.
He didn't talk, not a single word, as he consumed me. His tongue took over, coaxing mine to meet him stroke for stroke. My hands slid up his back and into his hair, then I dragged my nails down his scalp to his neck. The groan he released made my body flare with heat. My pussy was soaked, getting ready for the main event.
I heard a growl behind us, and before I could open my eyes, Death turned us around, putting his back to the wall as he kept kissing me, keeping my attention on him as he tore off my shirt and bra.
Two sets of hands touched my back and ass, caressing me, teasing me with red-hot trails of want and desire. A moan broke from my mouth, and Death consumed it down with his own as they revved me up even more. My legs started to clench against Death's waist, my core's attempt to get closer to him. I was so close to begging him to take it further.
Death broke the all consuming kiss with a growl, still not saying a single word, then he untangled my arms while a sensual set of hands trailed up my right leg and a rough set of hands gripped my left thigh. I closed my eyes as I envisioned Con on my right and War on my left, and I shivered.
Suddenly, they all flipped me so my back was to Death’s chest. He circled his arm around my waist to keep me up and pressed his face into my hair as he slipped his lips over my ear and gave it a tug with his teeth.
Both Con and War dropped down, one on each side of me, in charge of one leg each as they worked together to get my pants off. Con kissed down my thigh, around my knee and down my calf, while War just ripped his side down, gripping my left leg tightly with both hands as he dragged those digging fingers down my leg. The duality of having opposing forces working on me made me pant like I’d just climbed a mountain. I couldn’t gulp down air fast enough as I watched them.
Death decided that was enough attention for them when they spread me wide and started to kiss their way back to my pulsing core. He gripped me by my throat and tilted my head up with a finger so my gaze was forced forward. I gasped when I saw Fame. His long, thick cock was in his hand and he was furiously pumping away as he stood there watching me. What made me gasp wasn't that he was jacking himself off; it was the inferno of animalistic desire scorching my body with his gaze.
“Do you see what you do to us, demoness? Do you see how four men who have made control the central part of their lives constantly lose control around you?” Death's deep, husky tone was low in my ear as his grip tightened, and my back bowed in pleasure. He snaked his other arm around my front as he started to circle a nipple, plucking at it as he was stringing my body tight with his dirty words.
“I bet you like it, you filthy girl. I bet you get excited every time we lose it and attack you, wanting to sink our dicks in any of your sweet tight holes. Fucking you until we take you with us to oblivion.”
“Yes.” My breathless response seemed to just provoke them even more as their touches started to get desperate and demanding.
His hand tightened, making it hard to breathe, but that just spurred me on, made my inner brat come out as I barely got out, “I fucking love it.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, Death eased his hand on my throat, and Con's tongue furiously attacked my pussy. I was surprised by it and bucked my hips into him as I cried out. He chuckled at my reaction, which I felt vibrating against me, and I clenched the muscles in my pussy, wishing I had something to squeeze down on.
Not a moment later, I got my wish. War sunk two fingers into my channel, and we moaned in unison at the entry.
He started to pump them fast and deep, my juices making erotic, dirty noises.
“Fuck, goddess, you are so fucking wet. How are you so fucking perfect?”
I felt Con's hum of agreement on my clit, making my thighs tremble in pleasure. Before I could cry out, Death cut it off with his palm on my throat. He dug his fingers into me as he growled in my ear, “Utter perfection.”
My eyes flicked to Fame's as he nodded slowly. “Fucking exquisite.”
My body started to throb with need as my orgasm coiled inside of me. My muscles started to tense, but I needed more.
Fame stepped forward, still jerking himself, but his whole focus was on me. He lifted his thumb, dragging it across my bottom lip. My tongue shot out and licked his fingertip, inviting him in, and his eyes darkened.
