The demon’s middle fingers slid out from between her legs, tips glistening as he spread her for Laz to see.
“This is our little human’s weakness,” Dav purred, then demonstrated by pinching the little nub between his fingers. Rosalind jerked in his grip, still held firm so she couldn’t escape. With a hungry smile, Dav spread her again. “What are you waiting for?”
There was no hesitation as Lazerath widened his stance and crashed his mouth into her heat. He groaned at the first taste and then enjoyed his own teasing of that little nub, learning her reactions to every nip and suck and lick that drove her hips into his face.
Distantly, he was aware of a new rhythm that joined before it matched his pace. Dav, grindingagainst her back and making it easier for Laz’s tongue to sink into Rosalind’s center.
Her sounds were like music, moans and cries and panting breaths as he brought her higher and higher. And the moment he felt her flutter against his tongue, Laz dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and took control, holding her to his mouth until she was screaming his name.
He drank everything from her, groaning as her taste flooded his senses and nearly destroyed his restraint just from the friction of his pants.
At the slightest push of her palm against him, he released her, looking up to her heavy-lidded eyes as she panted and sagged against Davarox.
“Beautiful,” Laz breathed, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “You taste so good.”
Dav’s hand slid back around her hips, dipping between her legs and eliciting a weak whimper from Rosalind as he swiped her release onto his fingers. The sight of him putting those fingers to his tongue was almost more obscene than Laz drinking from the source, watching Dav’s eyes squeeze shut as he groaned.
Dav nuzzled back into her neck, soothing his hand over her lower belly. “I think you can make more for us. If that’s what you scream with a tongue, what sounds will you make with Laz’s cock buried in this dripping cunt?” Dav looked to him and ordered, “Bed. On your back. Rosalind is on top.”
Lazerath had never stripped his pants so fast, ignoringthe seam ripping as he freed his tail before falling to the bed. Anticipation tingled down his spine to the tip of his tail.
Davarox outside of a threesome was bossy, but there was something about his command in these situations that gave Laz an extra rush. A desire to impress and satisfy.
His friend stood at the edge of the bed, arms cradling Rosalind. His attention was fixed on the back of her neck, sucking the little bones of her spine. But Rosalind…
Her eyes were a touch glassy, but they were wholly dark and focused on Laz, on his cock, licking her lips. A small flicker of intimidation on her features as she studied him.
“You still okay, beautiful?” Laz asked, hand stroking himself just to relieve a touch of the painful hardness he’d been sporting for too long. His palm slicked over the nubs along his shaft, already preparing for what he knew would be a tight fit with her smaller human frame.
“Yeah, yes.” She squeaked as Dav’s teeth bit down on her neck, yelping out the truth. “Big.”
“That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” he purred, licking over the place where his teeth had latched onto her skin. “Maybe I should punish you for doubting yourself.”
Rosalind shivered, and Laz grinned as her nipples hardened. “I don’t think that’s a threat to her.”
“It definitely isn’t.”
“You might have to put that mouth to use if it’s only going to lie.”
Another shiver rolled through her body,and Dav took hold of her chin to twist her gaze to his. “You want that, don’t you? Choking on my cock so you can’t argue when he fills you with every inch of his?”
Her eyes widened right before Dav used his grip to crush his lips to hers. Laz groaned as he fisted himself, watching their clash of tongues and teeth. Preparing as his best friend used that distraction to push her closer to the bed.
When she was close enough, he sat up, wrapping his hand around her upper arm to pull her down to him. He swallowed her gasp of surprise, tongue slipping past her lips so he could steal her taste again.
Her skin was so fucking soft as she rested atop him, following with ease as he laid back on the bed. Her heat ran up his thigh, legs spreading around his hips until she was dragging her wetness across his length.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, hips pressing down and rubbing herself over the tip of his cock.
Gods, he wanted more, but he needed to be tasting her, needed to last longer than five fucking seconds after the first feel when he wasn’t even inside her yet. Not like his hands were helping when he had her breasts squeezed in his grip again.
She really did have perfect fucking tits. Maybe he could fuck those too.
The bed shifted as Dav joined them, the soft fin of his tail pressing against her chest to separate them. “Up here, baby.”
Rosalind sat up and twisted her upper body, Laz’s handsgoing to her hips to keep her steady, and then her eyes were widening again as Dav’s cock hovered in her view.
Despite his lack of color, Davarox still had a few traits from what could have been. His hair, a rich blue that grew so quickly he was constantly having to cut it. The flared fins at the tip of his tail that would have aided him with his water magic, if they’d developed.
