"Ready to sing, little magpie?" my demon asks. He reaches between my spread thighs, and I expect fingers stroking through my folds, his thumb on my clit, but instead I hear the click of a switch and the vibrator inside me kicks up a notch. Sensation floods through me, a deluge, and a throaty moan escapes me. He finds my clit and strokes me slowly, then traces his other hand up my belly until he can weigh my breast in his palm. He squeezes just enough to make me moan again, lets me feel the tips of his claws digging into my skin. Just enough that I feel them. Just enough for me to let out a needy whine.
"You only get one for free," Yaelyn warns me, but I'm already approaching my first peak, already riding a wave of pleasure so strong I don't think to question him.
Rez kisses me through my orgasm, his tongue moving against mine in a way that makes me pant and whimper into our kiss. Fuck, I want to touch him, to run my hands through his hair, along the curves of his horns, but my hands are bound at my sides. He deepens our kiss, his lips moving against mine, and I'm so caught up in him that I almost miss the soft snick of a bottle cap being flicked open.
Yaelyn warms the lube between his fingertips before swiping it over my hole. I jerk in the ropes, more from surprise than discomfort, then take a deep, steadying breath and nod for him to continue. He doesn't penetrate me right away, instead massaging his finger into the sensitive ring of muscle until pleasure crashes through me. Fuck, I didn't expect it to feel so... sogood. Pleasure coils tightly in my belly as the vibrator buzzes inside me and Yaelyn plays with my ass. He strokes and massages, taking his time, but really, with his magic, we could be boning already.
"Just use your magic, Yae. Get me ready so we can fuck," I plead, needing more. Needing them inside me, not the teasing toy.
"Oh no, Mischief," he tuts. "I'm saving my magic for something else. This... you'll feel every moment of this."
I'm just about to ask him what he means by that when he penetrates me with a single, slippery finger. I feel every inch, every knuckle as he works his finger into me, as my body clasps around the invading digit. Letting out a shuddering breath, I force myself to relax, to get out of my head and just feel the slow slide of his finger in my ass. My eyes flutter shut, and I let out a low, needy whine.
"Such a good little spark," Reznik rumbles before claiming my mouth in a kiss once more. He drives the vibrator deeper into my cunt with the heel of his hand and I cry out, shaking in the ropes. "I think how well you're taking our lover's finger deserves a reward, don't you?"
He doesn't give me a chance to answer. He flicks the vibrator to a higher speed, then drops to his knees in front of me and I realize why I'm suspended as high as I am the moment he pulls me forward and seals his lips around my clit.
I let out a broken cry that has him growling against my sex, and wetness floods from me. Then my demon thumbs the rope holding the vibrator inside me to the side, releasing the toy. But he gives me no reprieve. He fucks me with it while he laves at my clit. It's too much and not enough all at once, and I'm desperate. Desperate for their cocks. Desperate to come. I feel my oncoming orgasm curl tighter and tighter, low in my belly, feel the first flutters of my cunt around the toy as Rez thrusts it into me, but my orgasm never comes.
"I told you that you only get one for free," Yaelyn whispers in my ear, dark and seductive, his lips brushing against my skin.
His magic. My incubus isn't using his magic to bring me pleasure, but to hold it back instead.
"Yae," I whine, fighting the ropes to rock against Reznik's face. I'm close, so achingly close to exploding, but the incubus just murmurs dark praise in my ear as he slips a second finger inside me.
I shout and shake, knowing for sure that his second finger in my ass would have made me come if not for his magic. He gently scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me open, and I'm reduced to breathy little cries.
"Perfect Mischief," he says, curling his tail around my bound thigh. "Taking everything we give you. Your ass is opening so beautifully for me, little thief. Dark gods, if you only knew how long I've wanted to claim your sweet ass. To thrust inside you while Reznik spears you with his thick cock."
I groan, whining out panting pleas. I'm right on the edge, the pleasure of an orgasm I'm not allowed to have like a white-hot inferno inside me.
Yaelyn plunges his fingers deeper, just as Rez angles the toy as he drives it into my body, and they meet inside me. I let out a sharp cry, and fuck, I know it's a prelude of what's to come, that I’ll feel so much more when it's their cocks working inside me, not fingers and toys.
My demon lashed my clit with his tongue, and I thrash in the ropes. "Yae, please, please, please. Let me come."
"Give her more, beloved. She can take it," Yaelyn tells Rez in a light tone as he pumps his fingers into me.
The toy buzzes faster, and I can feel the vibrations in every inch of my body, in my quivering thighs and curling toes, as Rez slowly fucks me with it.
Yaelyn drives a third finger into me just as he withdraws his magic. I come apart with a scream, my whole body shaking. Wave after wave of perfect sensation crash through me until nothing else exists but their touch, my ecstasy.
"There is nothing more exquisite than your pleasure, Luce," Yaelyn rasps, his breathing ragged. He breathes me in, feeds on my ecstasy as aftershocks make my body squeeze around his fingers.
"Need you both," I plead. "No more toys, no more games."
"No more ropes?" Rez rumbles as he presses kiss after kiss to the insides of my thighs.
I look down at him the best I can from my bound position and give him a lusty wink. "Those can stay, lover, but let me touch you?"
I'm boneless and spent from my earth-shattering orgasm, and content to rest in the bindings as Rez releases the ropes on my wrists and ankles. When he steps close, I immediately pull him to me, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. I moan when I feel how hard he is behind his loose lounge pants, how ready for me he is. I draw him into a kiss, tasting myself on his lips, and moan when he grinds into me.
Yaelyn comes up behind me and kisses along my jaw until I turn and let him capture my mouth. I whine into the kiss, finally having the leverage I need to move, to twist and take his face in my hands, to kiss him how I need to. I pour everything into our kiss: my love for them, my trust, my joy.
"I love you," I whisper.
"Love you more," he vows.
"Impossible," I tell him.
