I moaned, tightening my grip on Miz’s hair and demanding another kiss as Madde ate my pussy like the madman he was. It was far from a quick taste; he didn’t come up for air for minutes.
“God,” I gasped at a particularly ferocious lick, everything tightening inside me. My body had been numb and empty for days, and all my sensitivity came back at once, making my eyes roll. “Miz, please.”
“You can come,” he said, kissing down my throat, sucking a mark around my pulse.
Madness dimpled my thighs with a possessive grip, holding me still as he used his whole mouth to bring me to the edge, Pain’s shadows keeping me trapped, Death’s eyes a physical touch I felt even when I screwed my eyes shut.
When Miz grabbed a fistful of my hair, gripping so tight that fireworks raced across my scalp and down my spine, my orgasm charged through me like a storm. Shaking my legs, rattling my vocal cords as I moaned in broken gasps, making my bones bow like trees caught in a violent wind.
I’d barely caught my breath when Madde was pulled away, a feral sound rumbling in his chest as he licked every drop of me from his lips, his fingers. Death took his place, his fingers wrapping warmth around my throat as he tilted my head up for a kiss that left me even more dazed. The luxurious glide of his other hand up the outside of my thigh was the only warning he gave before his cock sank into my molten pussy.
“God,” I gasped, struggling to process the onslaught of sensations as he immediately set a steady pace, the angle of him carefully curated to ruin me. “Death—”
He kissed me as deep and hot as his cock stroked within me, the same thorough, sensuous motion, the same dedication and passion. I locked my thighs around him, one hand in Miz’s hair, the other grasping frantically for the back of Death’s head as he worked me up so quickly.
“Can I have another taste?” Madde pleaded. “I’m in withdrawals.”
“How?” Death asked in a rough, gravelled voice that vibrated into my chest and down to all my nerve endings.
“I’m a resourceful man,” Madde replied, lying beside us and smiling up at me so beautifully that it made my breath catch.
Death clasped my thighs and moved back, grinding deep inside me, and Madde immediately claimed the space to fasten his lips around my clit. When Pain’s shadows began to wind higher up my thighs, my toes curl. “Death, please—”
His lips fanned kisses over my brow, the affection reaching into the heart of my bruised soul, soothing all my fear at least for the moment. “Try again, little one.”
“Daddy, I need—”
Madde sucked harder, running his tongue around my clit while it was still inside his mouth, and Death’s strokes took on a rougher edge, demanding my climax instead of merely coaxing me to the edge. Tingling, electric heat washed over my body, making my neck arch, my back curve, and my toes lock in rapid, shivering succession.
“I know what you need, my little bride,” Death promised, and gave me exactly that, fucking me into a release so all-consuming that the world went dark, my entire body turned to white-hot pleasure, and nothing else existed.3
“Pretty boy’s turn,” Madde said eagerly, the first words to grace my ears in hours, years.
“God,” I groaned, rubbing my face, my whole body limp and heavy.
“Gods, plural,” Miz said, nipping my ear.
“I don’t think I can move,” I admitted with a laugh. “Ever again.”
“That’s a shame, my universe,” he said, trailing kisses down my throat. “I was hoping you’d take my cock in that tempting ass of yours and ride me until my brain shut down.”
His words were like a match thrown in a drum of fuel, and my temperature shot higher, my need like a wildfire.
“Yes,” I breathed, scraping my teeth over my lips when Death withdrew, slowly enough that I felt eyes drop of cum drip from me, sending my need to a fever pitch. “All of that. Everything—” I watched my Pain crawl closer, his shadows coiling around my inner thighs, dragging me to him until our hips met. “I want everything.”
Pain’s smile was every bit as dangerous as Misery’s, and my heart stumbled. My sweet, kind god of death, whose hands had never been anything but gentle. Now his magic’s touch was possessive, rough, and I could hardly breathe as his hands skimmed over my skin, too. Goosebumps rose to meet his palms as they slid up my inner thighs, teasing so close to where I was slick with Death’s cum, pushing aside what scraps remained of my clothes to fill his hands with my breasts.
“I thought about these every day since I met you,” he groaned, settling between my legs but making no rush to fill me. Instead, he squeezed and stroked until he’d learned everything that made me gasp and groan, his shadows no doubt telling him about the teeth I’d sunk into my bottom lip. “Mostly I thought about tasting them.”
And before I could even gasp an encouragement, insistent, sucking heat surrounded my nipple with sensations, and his hands flowed down my ribs and over my stomach. His hips didn’t shift against me, his hard cock against my wetness, and yet something surged within me, stretching me in a dominant thrust.
“Pain?” I choked out and felt him grin against my nipple before his teeth scraped over the hardened bud.
“Get her ass ready for me,” Miz said in the crisp tone that made me want to follow every instruction. “Carefully.”
“I’m not a fool,” Pain grumbled against my breast, kissing his way to my throat. His magic—his shadow. That was what undulated inside me, moving in a maddening way that not even a cock could achieve, arching and stroking and swirling until the burning stretch melted into pure pleasure.
I knew his sucking mouth would leave marks and I didn’t care. No, I loved it. Melted into the sensation, the claim, as another shadow circled the sensitive ring of my ass, slowly easing inside.
