EPILOGUE
LUCY
My demonkin spend the days after our epic battle doing everything in their power to show me they love me. Everything, that is, except railing me. I don't know if it's the whole "I'm the new Light Bearer" thing, the “Yaelyn kind of died” thing (for which he has yet to receive his funishment…), or something else entirely, but all of their touches since the tomb have been chaste. Careful. And it's driving me absolutely off-the-wall bonkers. I'm honestly surprised I haven't taken to sleep humping them.If I don't get a dick, tongue, or tail in my mouth soon, I'm lighting this loft up like a K-pop concert.
So, to say I’ve been going to bed frustrated is an understatement.
I find no satisfaction... until Yaelyn drags me into the dream he's sharing with Reznik. I'm bound by some unseen dream magic, relegated to the audience.
And I'm not complaining.Because all my fantasies of seeing my demonkin cross swords are coming magnificently, exquisitely true.
Reznik kneels, his glorious wings spread either for my benefit or for balance, and Yaelyn rides him with abandon, working himself on the demon's thick cock and moaning on every single down stroke. Reznik fists the incubus' hard length, twisting his hand up over the crown of Yaelyn's cock every time he bottoms out inside the incubus. They kiss, a brutal, consuming clash of tongues and teeth, desperate for each other.
And fuck, I'm desperate for them, too.
But all I can do is watch.
Watch as Yaelyn draws close to his climax, as he thrusts the tip of tail into Reznik's ass, making the other man roar into their kiss.
Fuck, they're beautiful: all muscle and mayhem, strength and sensuality. Their pleasure is tender and brutal all at once, this joining one of countless over the millennia they've spent together, achingly familiar, but somehow still new.And they’ve brought me into their love, their passion. I see them as they are: raw, authentic, intimate. Beautiful.
Reznik grabs Yaelyn's hip and drives into him, flesh meeting flesh with an aggressive slap. Yaelyn is just about to come and drag Reznik into his own release when the dream fades away.
I wake to find them kneeling over me, Reznik working both of their cocks in the same broad hand that spanked my ass pink just days ago, Yaelyn clawing desperately at our demon lover, pulling him into a deep kiss. They come hard, growls and moans, as Reznik jerks them, as he aims their release over my belly. Jet after jet of hot cum hits my skin, but my demonkin clearly have plans for it—and me. Rez draws a thick finger through their spend and then traces it over my slit before pumping it inside me.
I groan when Yaelyn does the same, painting my clit with his seed. Now that we're bonded, he can work his incubus magic without first giving me his seed, pluck the strings of my pleasure like he's playing a harp, but his spend is potent in other ways: it lights up every nerve ending it touches.
Rez slides the pad of his thumb through what remains on my belly and then rolls one of my nipples between his finger and thumb. I jerk off the bed as the bud goes painfully tight. Desire jolts into my belly, and my cunt clenches hard around the demon's thrusting fingers.
Fuckyes, this is exactly what I've been wanting. What I need.
Yaelyn captures my lips in a kiss, and I only break it to cry out my pleasure when they bring me over the edge.
Rez draws me into a kiss, stealing the last of my cries as he devours me. When I finally still against him, the warmth of Yaelyn's seed still simmering beneath my skin, he tilts my chin up and drops the sweetest kiss on my lips. "Merry Christmas, Lucy."
I curl against him with a content sigh. "I thought demonkin were supposed to celebrate Yule, big guy."
Yaelyn wraps himself around me, slinging an arm over my hip, fingers trailing up the inside of my thigh in a way that lights me up. Literally. My shards are glowing again. Rez trails the rough pads of his fingers down my breastbone, pausing when he feels the warmth of the sun shards inside me.
"My brilliant spark," he murmurs. "We aren't actually celebrating Christmas today. We're celebratingyou."
"And we have a present for you," Yaelyn says, voice silky.
I move to hop out of bed because he said the magic word (and holy guacamole, I hope it's ashinypresent), but Yaelyn draws me back down to the soft mattress. "After breakfast, Mischief."
I pout up at him, but he rolls me closer to Rez before releasing me.
"Rez, love," he says lightly. "Eat her out while I make coffee and start breakfast? I want to hear her screaming all the way in the kitchen. Ah, better yet. Let her ride your face and hold your horns like she so loves to do. But hold her down until she's squirming. Make her come so many times she won't be able to walk to the breakfast table because her knees are so wobbly."
Never, ever, ever has a Light Bearer been so lucky.
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Okay,amendment. Never, ever, ever has any woman ever in the whole entire world been so lucky. Because Yaelyn madeallof my favorite breakfast foods: French toast, breakfast potatoes, the most delectable bacon I've ever tasted, and a cocoa mocha to wash it all down.
In another lifetime—my pre-Light Bearer lifetime—I would have worried that they were buttering me up to deliver bad news, to let me down gently as they cast me aside for someone a little less steal-y and stabby, and, okay, so I still worry about that a little. But the worry is quieted quickly and easily by Rez running his fingers through my hair as he holds me close.
I finally shove my plate away. "Holy tits, I'm so full," I whine, setting a hand on my belly.
