Chapter 8
Nix woke uncomfortably stretched. He whimpered and peeled his eyes open, blinking into the darkness, momentarily confused where he was and what was going on.
This was West’s room. He’d fallen asleep between him and Lake earlier, and now—
A sob slipped past his lips when something hard and unyielding pounded into his sore hole, and he glanced down to find West kneeling between his spread thighs.
“Awake?” West drove himself deeper and then pulled out slowly, grinning when that had more sounds crawling past Nix’s lips. “Took you long enough. I’ve been at this for a while. You must have really worn yourself out with all that worrying, huh?”
Nix blinked at him, brow creasing. “What…?”
“Did you really think you could crawl into my bed and leave without taking my cock?” He clicked his tongue and shook his head chidingly. “Come on now, Nixie. You’re smarter than that. Not a chance.”
Well, yeah, that was sort of why Nix had taken the risk and come to them in the first place, only…His eyes dropped to his dick, flushed and aching, and he gasped when he found a foreign object protruding from his slit.
The metal ring clinked slightly with every thrust of West’s hips, the movement jostling Nix’s firm member. He was wet from precome, but it was clear whatever the ring was attached to was preventing him from leaking much more than he already had before it was inserted.
“Sounding,” West explained, even though Nix had yet to verbally ask. “It’s a cute little metal rod inserted into your urethra. I’ve gotta say, hearing you play dirty with Yejun earlier really got me going. Made me want a turn.”
Nix rolled his head on the pillow, desperation clawing at his insides as the too-full sensation got the better of him. “No. I can’t. I can’t do any more.”
The prostate milking had already been a lot for him. The whole experience had felt like Yejun was inflating a balloon inside of him and then violently popping it with a pin, only to repeat the process all over again.
While this was different, it was no less overstimulating.
Nix felt like he was being impossibly stretched, like he was swelling up in a confined space, with not enough room to grow. Constricted, almost painfully so. The urge to both come and pee was there, like it had been when Yejun had been milking him, only, that felt somewhat different as well.
He had no idea there could be so many mirroring yet parallel sensations his body could be forced to experience. Sex had always been all-encompassing between him and the Demons, but they were well and truly playing with him now, ignoring his cries and desperate pleas.
Nix tried to reach down, he didn’t know what for, either to push West away or pull the sounding rod out of his slit, but realized with a start he was unable.
Wide-eyed, he glanced back to find his wrists had been tied together with rope.
The string had been passed through one of the rungs of the headboard, the other end leading to…
Lake.
West had secured the other end of the rope to Lake’s right wrist.
“Better be careful, Nixie,” West teased wickedly, noting he’d finally caught on to the whole scheme. “If you wake him, he won’t help you. He’ll join in.”
Shit.
“You’ve been hiding long enough, don’t you think?
” West drew his attention off of the sleeping Lake and back his way, his cock pummeling Nix’s hole aggressively, as if trying to force him to loudly wail and wake the other Demon.
“It’s okay, babe, I know what you need now.
Forget about all of it. Forget everything else.
There’s just this. Us. You, me, my cock, and that ribbed piece of metal sticking out of your adorable dick. ”
“Shut up.” He wasn’t adorable. Damn it.
“Pouting?” West chuckled. “You’re asking for it now, aren’t you?”
“No! Wait, I—” Nix squeezed his eyes closed as West draped himself over him, settling an elbow at either side of his head, and went wild.
His hips jackhammered, his cock forcing itself so deep into Nix he saw stars. With every stroke, his already abused prostate was rubbed against, and his dick tapped West’s firm stomach, the sounding rod sending odd vibrations skittering through him.
It wasn’t long before Nix was sobbing and tugging mindlessly at his bindings. He struggled to close his legs, but West’s body kept him splayed open, pinned and forced to receive his rock-hard member over and over again.
It was everything Nix had asked of Yejun outside and then some, because West knew what he was doing.
West knew how to make it hurt just enough to be pleasurable. Knew how to pit discomfort against euphoria.
“Tell me you’re mine, Nixie,” his gruff voice suddenly commanded, gusts of warm breath blowing across Nix’s damp brow.
He drove his cock in all the way and gyrated, laughing when Nix’s sounds got louder.
“I can feel my head pushing into your stomach. Can you?” He glanced down between them pointedly. “There’s a bulge, right here.”
Nix gasped when he pressed a palm to the spot just beneath his navel. “Don’t!”
“Tell me,” he repeated.
“I’m yours!” Nix would say anything to get this to stop, to be able to come. His entire body was so tightly wound, he felt like he’d snap at any moment. “West!”
“His, huh?” The sound of Lake’s low drawl from only a couple of feet away had Nix freezing.
Well, freezing as best he could while still being fucked so viciously.
He didn’t want to, but Nix forced his head to loll to the side so he could see Lake. The breath caught in his lungs when he was met with a possessive gleam in those familiar green eyes.
“Looks like someone needs a lesson in sharing,” Lake drawled, a second before his hand reached over and his pointer finger looped through the small ring at the end of the wicked sex toy.
“What are you—” Nix’s back bowed and he let out a scream when Lake dragged the toy out of his slit. Before it could fully exit him, it was shoved back in, the sensations of being stuffed and having hidden nerve endings stroked, sending sparks of electricity throughout his entire body.
Lake rolled closer and then nipped at Nix’s right nipple, grinning before rolling it between his teeth. When he sucked, he repeated his move with the sounding rod, chuckling darkly when Nix started convulsing.
“Good Light,” West tossed his head back and buried himself deep, “he’s practically squeezing my dick off right now.”
“He’s coming,” Lake supplied, forcing the sound back in and leaving it there, preventing Nix from shooting the load he needed to release.
“Please.” Nix wasn’t above begging at this point, struggling with his bonds in an attempt to reach out for Lake. The Imperial merely laughed at him and went back to teasing his nipples, sucking and biting them roughly as West continued to pound his hole. “You’re killing me!”
“You can take it.”
He violently shook his head. “No, no, I really can’t!”
The door opened suddenly and Yejun stepped in, freezing beneath the doorway when his eyes landed on the scene before him.
Nix didn’t even get the chance to come up with something to say, however, the Demon recovering far too quickly.
Yejun headed toward them, yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side.
“Wait!” Nix didn’t think he could handle all three of them. This was already so much more than he’d expected.
“Lift him,” Lake ordered West, ignoring Nix’s protests, undoing the rope attaching him to the bed, but not to his own wrist. He pulled the sound free next and tossed it carelessly onto the bed, rising to his knees at the same moment West tugged Nix up.
West kept his cock buried, but settled Nix’s legs over the tops of his thighs and grasped the nape of his neck to keep him close. He grinned when Lake’s hand cinched around the base of Nix’s swollen dick, and planted a chaste kiss to Nix’s brow as Yejun climbed onto the bed behind him.
Nix’s eyes widened when he figured out what they were planning. “Hold on. There’s no way!”
“It’ll fit.” West’s free hand dropped to Nix’s left cheek and pulled him open.
Lake’s right hand did the same, one on his dick preventing him from coming properly, the other now helping West spread him wide for Yejun, who was—
Nix sucked in a sharp breath when something hot and solid pressed against his already stretched entrance, eyes wide as a rush of fear and anticipation swept through him.
He knew if he really insisted, they’d stop.
They were at a point in their relationship where there was enough trust and respect between them to know that without a shadow of a doubt.
But, despite his protests, Nix didn’t want them to stop, not really.
And they knew it.
He didn’t want to be torn either, though.
“Just,” he exhaled when that flushed crown pressed in harder, making room in the space West’s thick cock was already occupying, “go slow.”
“Relax, baby.” Yejun smoothed a palm down his spine comfortingly. “We’ve got you.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, June,” West moaned, “but you’re feeling really good right now. You’re pressing me against his walls. I might come before you’re all in.”
“I’ll take over if you do,” Lake promised, but it was hard to tell which of them he was saying that for, West, Nix, or himself.
The thought of taking Lake’s monster cock with one of theirs? Terrifying.
“No,” Nix said. “Gods. It’s too much!”
“You’re doing great, babe,” West praised. “Arch your back a little more. Yeah, there you go. Just like that. How’s that?”
“Still too full,” he practically growled, earning a chuckle from all three of them.
Easy for them to find humor in this situation. They weren’t the ones being split open on two massive cocks.
“When I said I wanted all of you, I didn’t picture it this way,” he stated, maintaining that air of frustration so they’d know he was cross with them.
Even if it was starting to feel fucking amazing.
“Oh?” Yejun sounded intrigued. “How’d you picture it, Firebird?”
“West showing you what this feels like,” he snapped, saying the first thing that came to mind.
Both of the Demons paused inside of him, and even Lake lifted his head and tilted it at him, curious expression causing Nix’s cheeks to turn bright red.
“Stop looking at me and keep going.” He buried his face against the crook of West’s neck, biting him when that caused West to laugh.
“How about this,” West kissed his jaw and started rocking his hips again, “next time, I’ll dick Yejun down for you, nice and sweet. Deal?”
“Hey!” June clicked his tongue. “Don’t I get a say in this?”
“You want him to tell you to pull out?”
“…No.”
“Then yeah, agree.”
“Fine.” Yejun forced his cock all the way inside. “Whatever you want, Firebird.”
Nix opened his mouth, but all coherent thought died the moment they began simultaneously pounding him.
It wasn’t long before they’d found a rhythm, one that ensured Nix was never left empty.
He lost track of who was inside of him and who was pulling out, the magnitude of sensation causing white lights to burst in his vision and his chest to seize.
He was gasping for air and twitching in West’s lap like he’d been attached to a live wire, the sounds coming from him animalistic and raw.
“Want it, Songbird?” Lake’s soft voice at the curve of his ear had him moaning. “Use your words.”
“Come,” he practically shrieked the words. “I want to…come!”
Lake let go of Nix’s dick and twisted his left nipple painfully, and that was the final straw.
Nix came so hard he passed out.
He woke again later to Lake replacing West, and almost wished for unconsciousness again.
Almost.