Page 55 of Demonic Affliction

He thrusts once, twice more, and Dravik comes with a guttural moan, his head falling back as he fills her sweet pussy with his release.

He pulls out of her with a wet pop, and his release slides down her thigh, shimmering in the faint light of the cavern. Dravik steps back, chest heaving, and drops onto the cave floor to watch, already spent but unwilling to look away.

“Finally.” Nyx’s eyes glow as he takes his place at Willow’s back.

Nyx coats his cocks in Dravik's release, using it as lubrication, his hand working himself with slow, deliberate strokes. He lines one cock against her asshole, the other in her pussy, rubbing her entrance teasingly with both heads.

“Breathe for me, beautiful,” he says. “Just breathe and take my cocks.”

He presses inside her, and Willow's whole body locks up, a strangled sound tearing out of her. I press my forehead to hers, holding her tight.

“That’s it,” I say. “You’re doing so, so well, Willow. Just a little more.”

Nyx presses the last little bit inside her, and Willow’s head tips back with a moan. Nyx groans low into her neck, buried to the hilt, giving her time to adjust to the stretch of him while she shakes between us.

“Gods,” he chokes out. “I’m not going to last.”

I grin, angling the head of my ribbed cock against her center, right on top of Nyx’s. “Then I better not wait any longer.”

I push inside her pussy, sliding in tight next to Nyx's cock, filling her past the point of comfort. She's so tight around both of us that for a moment I can't think, can't do anything but grip her hips and hold perfectly still.

Her eyes find mine, glassy and unfocused, and something in my chest cracks wide open at the sight of her. Split open between the two of us, she trusts us entirely with her gorgeous body.

She’s incredible. I love her.

The bond thrums in ecstasy as we thrust in her, the two of us moving in a perfect rhythm, drawing pleasure-filled screams from Willow’s swollen lips. Nyx's hand slides around to find her clit, drawing tight circles there in time with his thrusts, and Willow’s head tips back with a shuddering cry, her walls collapsing as her orgasm tears through her.

“Gods,” I groan. “I’m going to come. Going to fill your pretty womb and watch your belly swell with my pup.” My hips lose their rhythm as my mind fogs over with desire. “I want everyone who looks at you to know exactly whose mate you are, whose seed you carry. I'll fill you again and again until it takes.”

Willow's walls clamp down around us as if she's heard exactly what she wants to hear, and the sound she makes sends me over the edge.

Nyx and I follow, our cocks pulsing, filling her pussy with our seed. My vision goes white at the edges, every nerve in my body coming to life and drowning out everything except the feel of the two of us buried inside her and the sound of her falling apart.

Nyx presses a kiss to her shoulder, his chest heaving as the three of us come down. “Such a perfect mate,” he says. “You take us so, so well, Willow. Your pussy was made for it. Made for all of us.”

Willow only manages a weak, satisfied smile, her head falling forward against my chest, boneless and spent.

We stay like that a moment longer, none of us in a hurry to move. Finally, when our breathing has leveled and our heartbeats thrum at a normal pace, we break apart. Nyx eases back first, slowly sliding out of her, and I follow, watching as our combined release slides down her inner thigh.

Utterly beautiful.

Dravik pushes up from the floor and disappears toward the healing pool, returning with a damp cloth. He kneels at her back and begins gently cleaning her, his movements unhurried and tender. When he’s done, Nyx spreads out a pile of furs, and the three of us settle around her in the middle of the makeshift bed.

Willow lies between Nyx and me. Her head is on my chest, and Nyx’s wing is draped around her shoulders like a blanket. Dravik is curled at her feet, his eyes half-lidded with sleep and love. We’re all spent. We all need rest.

“Sleep, pup,” I whisper against her hair. “We'll keep watch.”

Needing no more convincing, Willow gives me a sleepy smile and presses her cheek deeper into my chest. Within minutes, she’s fast asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily.

I stay in that position for a long, long time, just watching her sleep. As I trace the lines of her face, committing them to memory, I realize just how truly happy she has made me. For once, I am truly satisfied. I am whole.

But good things don’t last forever.

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