He rasped out, “My mate,” as he pushed his thumb past my lips and into my mouth. I moaned as I licked and sucked on it, showing him what I would do if it was his dick, and he closed his eyes as he let out a torturous moan. Something hot and sticky hit my belly.
My sin magic, which had been building around us since they started, finally sunk into my belly right where Fame had cum on me, filling me up so deliciously that it put me right on the edge of ultimate bliss.
Almost like his words were an echo, Death coarsely whispered, “My mate,” against my neck, then bit me hard. Con pinched my clit, his lips against the soft, sensitive skin, as he growled, “My mate.” Then he flicked his tongue in a rapid motion back and forth, causing my body to spasm.
And if that wasn't enough, War followed Con’s declaration, pumping in and out of me with his soaked fingers and then pushed a digit in my puckered hole as his lips moved against my thigh. “My mate.”
My orgasm exploded through me, and I screamed around Fame’s thumb. Pleasure like I had never felt before raced through my veins, making circles as it spread from my core up to my head and back down again. It made me dizzy with ecstasy, all the way down to my curled toes. I kept coming and coming for them as they kept pumping and touching me, pulling every drop of pleasure I had out of my body like it was theirs to own.
Finally, when they had taken it all, taken all of me, I slumped against Death. They set down my legs gently, but Death had to hold me up because my legs were just not working anymore. They had given up. Apparently, my neck had this problem too, because it lulled around until Con tipped it back against Death's chest. He laid a sweet, tender kiss on my lips. Because I was a dirty, dirty girl, I licked his lips, tasting myself on him. I let out a moan in triumph at my final move. Yay me.
I watched with hooded eyes as Fame took out a handkerchief—because, of course, he had a fucking handkerchief—and I was expecting him to clean his cum off me, but no, he spread my thighs and cleaned me up first, cleaning up all of my mess for me.
I couldn't help but think,Aww isn't that cute, and I almost said it aloud until I watched him lift the handkerchief to his nose and sniff it. His eyes fluttered closed, like he’d just smelled some delicious chocolate, and then he proceeded to put it away into his back pocket.
“What the—”
His hand snapped out, and he grasped my chin, his touch surprisingly light, pulling my focus to his eyes.
“Hell may have made you our mate, it may have done it against your will and ours, but this right here and now, this was us laying our claim on youour way. You are our mate, and we are never going to let you go. You are going to be stuck with us forever, whether you like it or not.”
His commanding tone made my hackles rise, and a bratty retort rose on the tip of my tongue, but this time, my heart burst forward and slapped my mind back into its place. I choked on the words. If my heart had eyes, it would be staring at Fame lovingly from the floor on its hands and knees.
Con’s voice cooed from next to me. “But we can promise you lots and lots of orgasms.”
War rumbled on the other side. “And we can play and have fun with you every day.”
Death's grip on my torso pulled at me. “And we can help shoulder the burden of ruling Hell. We would do anything to make you happy.”
Tears threatened to spill over, but I reminded myself that the Queen of Hell didn't cry, so I sucked them back in. I lifted both of my arms, still shaky from the mind-blowing orgasm I’d just had, as I cupped each of their cheeks individually before I happily said, “My mates. I think that sounds like a great forever.”
All of them beamed at me. I even felt the smile on Death’s lips as he laid a kiss on my hair.
They all came in for a hug before I yelled, “Wait! I need something to clean this up before the big group hug!”
I motioned to my belly and jokingly glared at Fame. He smiled as he took out a second handkerchief—where the fuck was he getting all of these?—and wiped my belly. As soon as I was cleaned up, they all attacked me with a big group hug that felt like coming home, or better yet, that being home was where they were.
Wehurriedtogetmy clothes on, wanting to finish this little trip as soon as possible so we could go home and finish what we’d started. I started to get some dirty, dirty ideas as to how I wanted to claim them back. Let's see if they could take it.
“Who knew cave sex was so amazing!” I laughed as I slipped my shirt over my head.
Con chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Well Hellcat, that was in part due to that flame magic you threw our way.”
I gave him a questioning look, but Fame was the one to answer. “Yes. As soon as you burned out that weird magic that was trying to force us out of here, your flames turned from painful to explosive pleasure that kept circling inside, claiming every cell in our bodies.”
Well that was interesting. I was about to ask more about what they felt when Death came up beside me. “We need to get going. We are on the clock. When we get home, we can finish this discussion there.” The look in his eyes said discussing things was the farthest from his mind and he looked up and down my body, licking his lips before he turned forward.
We started to go farther into the cave, careful to not make any noise until we saw a yellow glowing light up ahead. The guys glared at me like they expected me to skip up to it and wave hi. I wasn’t that dumb, so I stuck my tongue out at them and stayed by their side as we creeped up slowly to get a closer look together.
My eyes caught on a stone slab with a body on it, encased in this glowing orb. I went to look around it and saw a familiar set of heads whisper-arguing.Dad? Uncle Michael?
I raced forward, forgetting that I was supposed to stick with the guys. They cursed at me to get back but I kept going forward.
“Dad? Uncle Michael? What are you guys doing here?” I called. As I got closer, I recognized the body inside the orb of light. “Pop Pop?!”
“Lillian! Get out of here. Just go. We got this covered.” My dad looked at me with fear in his eyes. It was so foreign to me that I was taken aback by it.
My Uncle Michael glared at him. “Are you kidding me? We need her to get us out.” He turned back to me; his perfect angelic features and blond hair swung my way, blinding me as he called out, “Hey, Lillian. Can you help get us out of these chains?”
