When she didn’t answer, Rul rolled her onto her stomach, hiking her hips into the air. She whimpered as he ran his cock through her seam, his fierce grip digging into her waist. Oh, she wanted him, wanted the both of them over and over until she couldn’t think, but she was more sore than she’d let on, her muscles still throbbing from the erotic encounter in the woods.
“Leave her be,” Bellinor ordered, perhaps sensing her discomfort.
Rul groaned, then leaned over, bringing his lips close to her ear.
“Does my sweet doll need a break?”
A giggle bubbled in her throat, her body feeling strangely light. How did everything become so normal so quickly? Having two demons in her bed. Letting them use her as they saw fit. Allowing desire towin.
“I think so…”
He chuckled, petting her hair sweetly, before pouncing onto Bellinor without warning, pinning him to the bed by straddling his hips.
“Perhaps you just want to watch this time?”
Isabelle’s eyes widened, getting a good view as Rul lined up his cock with Bellinor’s, wrapping his hand around both hard lengths. A dribble of spit left his lips, landing on the two tips as they pressed together. He used his finger to massage it over the sensitive heads, their dual groans sending a tug of arousal to her core, their skin glistening with wetness.
Black ooze seeped from Rul’s extended slit, and he used it to wet them further, Bellinor grimacing as he gripped the sheets. It was strange to see the relatively normal cock–if light blue and extra large could be considerednormal–next to Rul’s otherworldly one, the translucent flesh curving unnaturally around Bellinor’s shaft. His ridges glowed in the dim light of the cabin as he started stroking with his hand.
Goddess, they were beautiful, all hard muscles and lithe waists, milky eyes swirling with pleasure. Rul still had his wings extended in a fearsome show, one hand planted on the mattress, white blonde locks obscuring his face. Bellinor had a devious expression, like he was biding his time until he made his move, one arm folded behind his head and the other running up and down Rul’s chest.
“Do you like what you see?” Rul asked, flicking his hair out of his eyes so he could observe her as he rocked his hips.
She took a gulp of air, remembering to breathe, her mouth dry, unlike her cunt.
“I do,” she murmured, squeezing her thighs together, though she knew it would do little to quell her desire.
“Touch yourself. I know you want to,” Bellinor said, his gaze focused on her.
With a growl, he pushed himself up, hooking a hand around Rul’s neck and bringing the incubus in for a harsh kiss. He nipped at Rul’s lip, their tongues clashing as they slipped into each other’s mouths, the moans positively sinful.
Isabelle ran her fingers through her entrance, wetting and bringing them up to circle her clit. Her body heated upon contact, the view in front of her so titillating she already felt herself teetering on the edge, lightheaded and filled with lust.
Bellinor dragged Rul into his lap, grabbing his ass and rocking his hips forcefully, the incubus grinding down hard as they both groaned.
“Look at our doll, watching so sweetly. Such a filthy little voyeur,” Bellinor said as Rul wrapped an arm around his shoulders, riding him hard, the slick squelching of their wet cocks only furthering her desperate need to come.
“Do you think she’ll finish before us?” Rul asked, and Bellinor chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that tingled her nerves.
“Why don’t you help her along,mon chéri?”
Rul beamed at Bellinor, then turned his gaze on her with a devious grin on his face. Before she could comprehend what was happening, a trail of black smoke was peeling off the tattoo on his side and dancing its way toward her, sliding between her legs and into her heat. The smoke was somehow firm, petting over her interior like a tongue, hitting the perfect spot as she stimulated herself from the outside.
“Oh!” she gasped, and the demons chuckled, Rul’s tail coiling around his and Bellinor’s slick cocks and squeezing like a spring, assisting his hand as he stroked up and down.
There was always another demonic surprise, and she wondered how long it would take until shediscovered all of them. With the shadowy assistance she knew she was close, her half-lidded eyes matching Bellinor and Rul’s dazed looks.
Isabelle climaxed hard, arching her back as her cunt clenched rhythmically, the smoke disappearing into vapor. Her whimpering joined the erotic chorus of moans, her body going lax when the aftershocks subsided.
“You look so beautiful when you come. So deserving of pleasure. Now, are you hungry? Do you want a taste?” Bellinor enquired.
She didn’t need to be asked twice, crawling over and licking the flat of her tongue across their tips, bittersweet chocolate filling her mouth with bliss.
“Good?” Rul asked, his voice hoarse, and when she looked up at him and nodded, he chuckled. “What a naughty kitten.”
“Let’s feed our little pet,” Bellinor said, and Rul grinned, picking up his pace as his hand and tail slid over their cocks.
Bellinor met his end first, milky cum hitting her tongue and dripping onto their lengths, further easing the way as Rul finished shortly after. Their tastes mixed in her mouth, sweet cinnamon and dark chocolate, like the most decadent dessert, and she eagerly lapped at them even after they both slumped onto the bed.
