Page 80 of Demonic Affliction

More release drips to the floor in a growing puddle beneath them, but Cin isn't done with Willow yet.

“One more, angel. You’re doing so well.” His low voice coaxes against her neck. “You can take it, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.” Willow’s body goes limp. “Yes, yes, yes…”

Cin eyes Nyx, and he steps forward without hesitation, palming both of his cocks.

“My turn to make you scream, beautiful.”

Nyx presses both cocks inside Willow at once, and she comes again almost instantly, back arching sharply off Cin's chest as a shuddering moan tears from her open mouth.

“Fuck, yes!”

“That's it,” Cin says against her ear. “Let go. Let us worship you.”

Nyx reaches down, toying with her clit as he and Cin fuck her together, working her from both ends until her eyes roll back and her whole body goes limp between them.

Nyx and Cin come in her together, matching groans tearing loose from both of them at once. The sound fills the cavern, echoing off the walls loud enough that I feel it in my chest. With another cry, Willow follows them into oblivion, letting out a sound I will replay in my dreams for years to come.

By the time they finish filling her, Willow is boneless and utterly satisfied, her thighs dripping, glistening with our combined releases.

She’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

“Good girl,” Nyx breathes, pressing one last lingering kiss to her shoulder before pulling out. “Such a good fucking girl.”

While Nyx steps back, Cin refuses to let her go. He turns her gently in his arms instead, keeping her head tucked close against his beating heart.

“Cin,” she mumbles, voice slurred with exhaustion.

“I'm here,” he says quietly. “I'm not going anywhere.” He carries her the short distance to the furs and settles down, never taking his eyes off his new mate.

Dravik crosses the room to grab a fur cloth from one of the packs. He leaves to wet it in the healing pools, and when he returns, he hands it wordlessly to Cin.

“Thank you, brother,” Cin says, already turning back to Willow.

Cin begins cleaning her delicately, worshipping her soft skin and delicious curves with a reverence I never thought existed in him.

“Mine.” His voice is an awe-filled whisper. “Finally mine.”

“Yours,” she responds, a tired smile gracing her beautiful face. “All of yours.”

She looks at the three of us, and we all move to join her and Cin on the bed of furs. All five of us, finally together. Like it should be.

If only good things were made to last…

27

Cin

I wake with Willow sprawled across my chest, her cheek pressed against my racing heart, one of her tiny fists curled in the hair at the nape of my neck.

I should be happy. This is what I wanted, the thing I did not believe I would ever be lucky enough to have. Now she’s here—warm and sweet and beautifully mine. She feels like heaven in my arms, and I’m grateful. But…

All I can think about is how we are all going to die today.

I do not know how I know it to be true. I simply do. The certainty sits heavy and cold in the pit of my stomach, and no matter how I argue or try to rationalize, the feeling does not ease.

The end is near. I can feel it in the air, the way the wild magic presses against me from every direction.