Wet and messy.
And it's hot as hell.
Maybe even literally. The room feels hotter than ever. The fire crackles as if it's angry, and the candles flicker with thin, long movements. Our combined twisted form casts an illicit shadow on the wall.
"That's it, mate. So good. So sweet for us. Let us inside you; let us claim you. All ours, lovely little witch." Dantalion grunts and laughs as he continues to pound away at my ass. His hands leave my hips to crawl along my belly and pinch at my nipples. Teasing. Playing. Until I'm squealing around cock of Malphas, my throat finally relaxing enough to properly deep-throat him.
"Such a good little slut," Malphas groans, petting my hair. "So pretty for us like this."
I look up at Malphas. Blinking tears not of humiliation, but happiness. I love this. I love them. Finally safe and protected even as I'm being broken in. I'll let them fuck me however they please and however long it takes.
I've never felt more empowered. Strong enough to survive the inferno blazing inside them.
My birthright. My inheritance.
"Tell us you want it," Malphas demands as he drags my mouth off his cock. "Let us hear you beg."
"Please," I beg. My cock aches. My hole twitches. My legs shake. I want it so bad. Both to come and to make them come. "Please, fuck me. Please, mate me."
I touch them, and they touch me back. It's like touching marble. Or steel. Yet they're hot to the touch. Hot enough that I almost worry about being burned. Their hands, their lips, their teeth are all over me as they switch me into a new position. As the hellhounds take turns rutting into my hole or sinking into my mouth.
No, Dantalion and Malphas, I correct myself.
It's easier to think of them this way. Not as hellhounds. Or demons or devils. Or whatever it is they are. They're not evil spirits. Not to me. They're mine. My familiars. My guardians and my guides. They're my friends. And they're also...well, with both their cocks in me, I guess they're my lovers too.
And I'm their witch.
Their master, technically, though I have to admit as I'm taking it from both ends, gagging and bouncing on cock, I don't feel like one. I feel like I really am their powerless toy. Their hapless plaything.
Though I have to admit, I'm enjoying being played with as much as they're clearly enjoying playing with me.
When I come for the very first time, it's with Malphas in my ass and Dantalion in my mouth. I come so fast and so hard, so unexpectedly, as Malphas hits a specific spot inside of me that makes me see starlight. I gag on Dantalion's cock while Malphas rams directly against that spot again.
He milks me for all I'm worth. Thick strings of come splatter across my clenched stomach. I moan and cry against the overwhelming pleasure.
"Good, Seth. Such a good boy. Coming with only cock in your hole. Such a good slutty little witch for us. So eager. So desperate."
"Keep taking us, sweet mate," Dantalion coos as he pets my hair, brushing my bangs from my forehead. "We will give you pleasure as we take ours. The night is long, and we hunger for you."
It becomes difficult to keep track of what's happening. They flip me into new positions. Pass me around. Take their turns. Have their way. I'm twisted and pinned into dozens of new arrangements on the bed as they mate with my body.
I come two more times on their cocks as they use me.
Untouched by their hands or mine.
I get off on being fucked. From having their cocks endlessly rubbing against that special place inside of me. An oversensitive cluster of nerves that stokes my inner fire with every thrust. I make a mess of myself, painting my seed across my belly as they're relentless in pursuit of their pleasure.
They don't have the stamina of men. Their ability to fuck me and fuck me andfuck mewithout coming. By the time they finally approach their peaks, I've been wrung dry.
I come, untouched, for a third and final time, crying out and back arching off the bed as Malphas pushes my knees up to my chest. Dantalion holds my arms above my head while Malphas fucks my hole.
Dantalion was the first to open me, but Malphas fills me first.
My head tips back, and I bare my throat as Malphas stills inside of me. He shoots deep inside, kissing and biting at the left side of my neck. A sharp kiss. A hot claim.
Just like there's no more come left in my prick, there's no more words left in my mouth.
There's only noise. Soft little sounds of submission as Malphas's seed fills me up. It drips down my thighs as he pulls out. Dantalion is quick to take his place. My hole is so well-used,so prepared and open, that I don't even blink as he takes his last round with me.
