Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
It shouldn’t fit. It can’t fit. Bastion is too big, too thick, too overwhelming to take into my mouth—but somehow my body shifts to make room for him.
Hunger overrides everything—shame, hesitation, even fear.
It drives me forward like a force I can’t fight.
My lips stretch, my throat opens, and I swallow him down as if I was made for this.
His deep, guttural groan vibrates through the room, low and raw, as I take him deeper still.
He isn’t gentle. Neither is Deimos. They use me as much as I use them, and I don’t care.
My hands clutch the sheets, nails tearing at the fabric, as I rock back against Deimos’ brutal thrusts.
Every time he drags me back onto his cock, the shock of pain and pleasure blurs until it’s nothing but one sharp, aching edge.
My body spasms violently, an orgasm ripping through me so hard it almost blinds me, and still I can’t stop.
I moan around Bastion’s cock, but the sound is swallowed by the heat and weight filling my throat.
Bastion snarls, his fingers tangling in my hair as he holds me still and drives his hips forward, fucking my mouth harder, deeper, until my jaw aches and my throat burns.
It’s still not enough. Even as I’m taking them both, feeding on them, the third is there.
Cassiel.
He’s standing off to the side, silent, watching. His silver-blue eyes are dark and unreadable, his hand stroking himself slowly like he’s trying to resist the pull but already knows he’s losing. Is it disgust? Hesitation? Or is he just waiting for permission?
Above me, Bastion’s body locks up. His cock twitches, thickens, and his voice comes out low and strained.
“I’m going to come, little Hellcat,” he growls.
My eyes widen just as he erupts, hot and heavy, spilling across my tongue and down my throat.
I swallow automatically, hungrily. It only makes me want more.
I suck harder, dragging every last pulse from him, keeping him hard until he staggers with a shudder.
Deimos laughs darkly behind me, slamming into me harder, his fingers digging bruises into my hips. “Never fucked a succubus before, huh, brother? She’ll take and take until she’s full.”
I feel it now—the tether. I’m drawing energy straight from Bastion. It’s like he’s been cracked open, feeding me directly, and the rush of it is intoxicating. Bastion’s golden eyes flick to Cassiel, his voice rough. “You have to try her.”
Cassiel doesn’t move. His voice is quiet, almost pained. “I can feed her from here.”
Coward.
I pull my mouth off Bastion’s cock and tilt my head toward Cassiel. My voice comes out a whimper. “You don’t think I’m desirable?”
His jaw tightens. His fingers twitch. Deimos groans, his pace behind me turning savage, each thrust forcing me open wider. And then he comes—hot, thick, deep inside me—and the moment it hits I shatter.
A scream tears from my throat, but it isn’t human. A wet, guttural sound rises up from inside me, raw and unearthly. My back arches, my nails dig into the bed, and for a second my vision goes gold. My teeth ache. My eyes flash. Another orgasm slams into me, violent and unrelenting.
Cassiel exhales sharply through his nose, his gaze locked to mine. “On the contrary, little Temptress,” he says, his voice low and sharp. “You’re very much desirable.”
“Then fuck me.” The words spill out before I can stop them. I mean them.
Something flickers in his eyes—a crack in the wall he’s built. He moves. His fingers wrap around my chin, firm and steady. He’s still watching me, chest rising like he’s fighting something invisible. His fingers twitch as if he might pull away. But he doesn’t. He moves closer. “Open your mouth.”
I obey without hesitation. Bastion shifts behind me, sliding into me with a low growl of satisfaction. His cock pushes inside me, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been. My body adjusts around him, trembling as he starts to move, each thrust a deep, rolling quake through my body.
Cassiel pumps his cock in slow, controlled strokes. Then—he spills his hot cum onto my tongue. The taste floods my mouth as his voice breaks for the first time, a snarl twisted with anguish. “You want my cum?” he breathes. “Take it.”
Deimos grips my hair again, yanking my head toward him. “Enough fucking talking, Lustling.” He kisses me hard, tasting Bastion and Cassiel on my tongue. His mouth is brutal, devouring.
I moan into him, dizzy from the overload.
“Fuck, she’s so fucking good,” Bastion groans behind me, his pace relentless.
Deimos pulls back, smirking, then shoves his cock into my mouth with no warning, no pause. He drives deep, hard, until my breath stops. He doesn’t pull back. My lungs burn. My vision blurs. Do I even need air now? I don’t know.
The panic rises—and so does the pleasure. The lack of air sharpens it. My body convulses, another orgasm crashing through me, violent and relentless.
Bastion snarls behind me, slamming in deep one last time as he comes inside me, filling me to the brim.
Deimos laughs, finally pulling back, letting me gasp for air. Then—his palm cracks against my cheek.
I moan. Not from pain. From pleasure. His hand is a seal. Claiming. Final. And I like it.
“You like taking our cocks, don’t you?”
I nod, eyes glassy, mouth open.
“You were made for this,” he growls. “Our perfect little succubus—” then his tone sharpens, crueler, “—our demon fuck whore.”
The word hits me like a slap. It should shame me. It feeds me instead. My body clenches around Bastion. My mouth opens wider for Deimos. My hunger howls.
And something inside me snaps.
The bond. The tether.
It strengthens—pulls tight like a noose of power and heat. Deimos’ body goes rigid above me. His cock jerks. He comes hard, pulsing deep into my throat. The taste triggers another orgasm—my third, maybe fourth. I lose count.
I can’t take anymore. My body isn’t mine anymore. I’m something else now. Something deviant. Something starving.
My vision darkens. My body collapses.
And then—blackness.