25. Evelyn
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
EVELYN
The evening was quiet. I sat cross-legged on my bed, the warm glow of the bedside lamp illuminating the pages of my book. A peaceful silence punctuated only by the gentle turning of the pages. It was nice to have nothing to do. Nothing to think about. So much had happened recently, and I wanted to zone out, and not let my thoughts drift to the awful, yet strangely pleasurable things that I’d done.
At least my cycle had ended early and I wasn’t cramping any more.
Halfway through my spiritual self-help tome, my attention was drawn to the corner of the room by a subtle movement. I looked up sharply from my book and my breath caught in my chest as Aziz and Levi materialized out of the shadows, their demonic bodies shimmering with faint, otherworldly light. Instinctive fear made my body tense, and I clutched the book to my chest as a shield, its paper cover thin and inadequate in my shaking hands. “What are you two doing here?”
Aziz grinned, his sharp teeth glinting. “Relax, sweetheart. You’re dreaming.”
“This isn’t anything like a dream,” I said, squinting at him, my brow furrowed in disbelief.
Levi crossed his arms, smirking. “Yeah, she’s not buying it,” he said lazily. “Your turn, Aziz.”
Aziz sighed theatrically. “Fine.” He raised his hand and a wave of shimmering, golden energy flowed from his palm, engulfing me. The magic wrapped around me like a warm blanket. Reality blurred. My tense shoulders relaxed and my grip on the book loosened, the cover slipping through my slack fingers and thudding to the ground.
“There,” Aziz said. “Now you’ll believe us.”
He wasn’t wrong. Suddenly the idea of romping around a dream with them sounded like a great way to spend the evening. Had I been nervous before? Odd.
A large, ornate door suddenly appeared against the wall of my bedroom, the edges glowing faintly with crimson light. I stared at it in disbelief, a thrill running through me.
“Where does that go?” I asked in awe.
Levi offered his hand to me. “You’ll see. Trust us.”
My rational mind screamed not to, but against my better judgment, I took his outstretched hand.
Aziz and Levi led me toward the mysterious glowing door. What was I doing? This had to be a dream... right? But it felt so real.
Aziz pulled open the door and gestured for me to go through. I hesitated, a frantic rhythm pounding in my chest. Levi gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. Taking a deep breath, I stepped across the threshold into the unknown, Aziz and Levi following close behind me.
I gasped, the opulent space before me a breathtaking spectacle of high, vaulted ceilings carved from dark stone, with veins of glowing gold that seemed to pulse with inner light, filling the air with a subtle warmth. Rich, jewel-toned tapestries adorned the walls, their threads shimmering subtly in the candlelight, while luxurious velvet furniture, plump with cushions, filled the room, exuding an air of opulent comfort. It was like something out of a fairytale.
“Where are we?” I asked breathlessly, turning in a slow circle to take it all in.
Levi smirked, looking pleased with himself. “My place. I thought you deserved a proper setting for tonight.”
Before I could respond, Aziz waved his hand, and a swirling fog surrounded me. The tingling sensation was intense, a vibrant energy that flowed from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, making my whole body vibrate. When the mist dissipated, I glanced down and gasped. I was wearing a stunning scarlet gown, its rich material silken soft against my skin. Staring at my reflection in the long mirror, my hair was elegantly styled in an updo, not a single strand out of place, my face beautifully enhanced with makeup.
“How...?” I trailed off, marveling at the gorgeous dress hugging my curves.
“Magic,” Aziz said with a wink. “You look ravishing, darling.”
His compliment, whispered in a smooth, intoxicating tone, made my face burn crimson. Another ornate door suddenly appeared, this one carved with intricate patterns of flames and flowers.
Aziz gestured toward it. “Ready for a little fun?”
“This is all...so strange,” I said, nervously fingering the silky fabric of the gown. “It has to be a dream.”
Levi’s chuckle was low and deep, filled with mischief. “It is. So why not enjoy it?”
He took my hand again, and I let him and Aziz guide me toward the new door, my head spinning. None of this made any sense, but their charm and the dreamlike quality of it all made it hard to resist. What would I find on the other side of this door? I both feared and anticipated what lay ahead as Levi turned the handle.
I stepped through the doorway into a massive ballroom bathed in soft, flickering light that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. My bright red gown shimmered under the ethereal glow as I took in the breathtaking scene before me.
The polished obsidian floor, cold and smooth beneath our feet, reflected a swirling crowd of beautiful people and demons. A mesmerizing mix filled the space, ethereal humans, their elegant clothing whispering around them, and demons, in their full imposing forms. Some were strikingly beautiful, their ethereal forms radiating an otherworldly grace, while others were horrifyingly grotesque, their monstrous shapes oddly mesmerizing, a disturbing display.
This couldn’t be real. It was too strange, too surreal.
“Magnificent, isn’t it?” Levi placed a hand on the small of my back. His touch sent warmth spreading through me. The bizarre scene was too much. The sounds, sights, and smells all assaulted my senses in a way that defied reality. This couldn’t be real, I thought. It was too strange, too unbelievable.
Aziz took my other arm. “Come, let’s get a drink. The night is young.”
They quickly whisked me through the dazzling throng to a bar lit with floating candles. The ambiance was intoxicating, almost dreamlike. I was lightheaded, though I hadn’t sipped a drop yet, drunk on the atmosphere if nothing else. Couples danced to the rhythm of the upbeat music, their movements a blur of color, as we watched from the sidelines, the beat vibrating in our chests.
As the evening wore on, a raw, visceral energy filled the space, a shift from the earlier lighter vibe. The music morphed into a pounding, primal beat, its rhythm urging couples and small groups into the inky shadows, their actions unmistakable in the dim light. Heat rose to my cheeks and I told myself to look away, but I was unable to.
A memory tugged at me as I watched. A dream—or what I thought had been a dream—that I’d had not long ago. The same ballroom, the same orgy of bodies and sex, and a man whispering to me. I couldn’t picture his face now, but it had seemed real. Exactly as real as this felt. The sights, sounds, and even smells were vivid and almost more real in reality. Unwilling or unable to drag my attention away, I gazed at the sea of writhing bodies.
A woman bent over, lifting the velvet skirts of her ball gown, revealing her nudity beneath to the massive red skinned demon behind her, who pulled out a gigantic phallus studded with knobs and ridges. My jaw fell open as I watched him grab her hips, and shove himself into her. The woman gave a cry of pleasure that was immediately muffled when another demon thrust his own member into her mouth. The two took turns slamming into her while all around the ballroom couples, groups of three, and piles of bodies, undressed, writhed, and had sex in every possible combination. A man fell to his knees, grabbing a demon and giving enthusiastic oral sex to the behemoth that towered above him.
Aziz and Levi remained close by my side all the while, their presence both protective and predatory. It sent a confusing thrill through me. Levi’s hot breath tickled my ear as he leaned in close.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” he whispered.
“Uh…no, I don’t,” I lied.
“Hmm, I don’t think you’re being honest with yourself.” He bent closer, putting his face right beside my neck, sniffing deeply. “Your pussy is wet, I can smell it.”
I wanted to argue, to deny it, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from the bizarre orgy taking place in the ballroom, and I could feel my wetness. It was so bad, I was pretty sure my panties were soaked.
“You’re ours tonight,” he said.
The warmth in their admiring glances ignited a burning, unfamiliar ache that reverberated with a strange, electrifying intensity. I swallowed hard, pulse quickening.
I didn’t protest when Aziz, behind me, slid his hands over my waist. He turned me to face him, eyes smoldering with intensity as they locked onto mine. Aziz’s touch was firm but gentle, sending electric tingles across my skin. Then his full lips claimed my mine in a searing kiss that left me breathless and weak in the knees, the sensation threatening to overwhelm me.
Levi’s touch sent shivers across my body, his strong hands cupping my butt. “Just relax,” he purred in my ear. “Let us take care of you tonight.”
“Us?” I gasped. “ Both of you?”
Ignoring my question, Levi’s lips blazed a trail down my neck, his hands moving upward between Aziz and me, cupping my breasts. My mind screamed that this was wrong, but my body melted into their combined embrace, yearning for more of their intoxicating touch. What was happening to me? How could something so illicit feel so... right? So good. Confusion battled desire as they held me between them and the rest of the world fell away.
Aziz took my lips in another searing kiss, leaving me panting. In a shimmering ripple, his human appearance transformed into his true demon form. Towering and muscular, with deep purple skin and a glowing crimson gaze. A sinuous tail curled behind him, long and phallic. Looking down, I discovered the most shocking thing of all. Where I’d thought to find one massive and pulsing dick, I found two. Two fully formed and erect cocks stood at attention, pressing against my thigh.
Levi shifted behind me, his form expanding, his skin a shimmering, vibrant emerald green as he towered over me. When I dared to look up, his incredible eyes met mine, swirling galaxies of breathtaking luminous depth and complexity, filled with captivating colors that seemed to shift and change with every blink. Nebulas, black holes, comets, and stars flashed by. Looking into his eyes was like looking out the window of a spaceship into the inky expanses beyond.
I moaned, trembling between their otherworldly forms. This couldn’t be happening. And I definitely shouldn’t be sandwiched between the two of them, my body alight with forbidden lust.
They guided me to a plush velvet chaise, urging me down onto the cushions. Aziz kneeled in front, Levi behind. Four strong hands caressed my quivering flesh as the silky fabric of my gown disappeared, leaving me bare and vulnerable to their ravenous gazes.
“P-please,” I said, unsure if I was pleading for mercy or release. I sounded foreign to my own ears, breathy and wanton, unlike the godly woman I’d always thought myself to be. Who was becoming more and more a memory.
Aziz said, “Shh, don’t think, just feel,” he said.
These men, these creatures , slid their hands across my body, Aziz pinching my nipple, while Levi nibbled at my earlobe. My breathing became erratic, heaving in and out of my chest as I allowed them to fondle me.
Aziz gripped my breasts, one in each hand, squeezing almost hard enough to hurt, but easing at the last second, nearly drawing a cry from me. As he tilted his hips toward me, the double cocks pressed urgently toward my mouth.
“You know what to do,” he said as Levi nestled between my legs.
Levi’s demonic tongue slid out, insane in its length, black skinned and glistening in saliva. It should have repulsed me, but instead, I found myself pushing my hips forward, shoving myself at him as I took one of Aziz’s cocks in my hand. Awful as it was, I did what they wanted, because some terrible and sinful part of me, deep down, did want it.
I slid the other of Aziz’s cocks into my mouth at the same moment Levi slithered his tongue into me. Moaning around his cock, I sucked at the large knobby head of one cock while stroking the other.
“What a good and dirty girl, you are,” Aziz sighed as I worked his cock, groaning as Levi slid his tongue in and out of me.
I lost myself, giving over to the sins, the wonderful, decedent sins. Levi suckled at my most intimate parts while I alternated sucking on each of Aziz’s cocks, one after the other, left, then right. Both men taking me, using me, and for the time being, I didn’t care.
Then, in a flash, Levi pulled his tongue free of me, rose up on his knees, and shoved himself into me, his thick length stretching me wide with deliberate slowness. I cried out at the unexpected pinch of pain from how large he was. That cry quickly dissolved into moans of cascading pleasure. He moved inside me with deep, purposeful strokes, stoking a fiery ache in my core.
The middle of his cock swelled as he thrust into me, forming some strange thick knot at the center of his shaft, and with each movement it popped in and out of me, nearly sending me into paroxysms of pleasure.
“Don’t forget me, dear,” Aziz cooed gently.
Turning to look at him, my jaw half open in ecstasy, I watched as he gripped both of his cocks shoving them together and grabbed my head, pushing them into my mouth. My jaw ached at the size, but I was too turned on to stop, I allowed him to take my mouth while Levi rammed into me.
“I never thought a church girl would be so damned good at sucking dick,” Aziz said, smiling down at me, and despite myself I enjoyed the praise, even if it came from this purple-skinned and horned monster.
“Pussy is tight,” Levi grunted, still slamming into me. Then he glanced up, sharp teeth visible behind his lips. “Wet as fuck too. She feels so good.”
“Uh, huh,” I moaned, the only sound I could make with two massive cocks in my mouth.
Levi’s thrusts grew faster, more urgent, as the bulge swelled on his shaft, stretching me impossibly wider. Pressure built inside me, winding tighter and tighter. Pleasure, like a freight train rocketed through my body. I writhed between them, lost to everything but their skillful touch, climbing higher and higher until?—
I shattered.
My release hit me like a crashing wave, my walls clamping rhythmically around Levi as I came undone. Dimly, I registered Aziz’s answering groan, his cocks jerked and spasmed as he came down my throat. The load, hot and salty, filled my mouth, but I was too lost in the throes of ecstasy to do more than swallow it and keep riding the waves.
Aziz pulled free, and both men moved me like a rag doll, positioning me where they wanted me, atop Levi. I didn’t even have time to register what was happening before Levi slipped into me again, drawing a scream of delight from my lungs.
Aziz bent behind me, spread my butt cheeks apart, and slipped his tongue into my ass. My eyes shot open as inch after inch of the demon tongue glided into the most secret of my openings, filling me from behind.
“Oh,” I cried, “Oh my—” I wanted to say ‘ God ’ but didn’t dare utter that word here, not with these men and what they were doing to me, instead, I allowed all restraint to be thrown away. “Oh fuck ,” I shouted, relishing in the curse word as these two men, these freaks , ravished me.
They worked me through it, not letting up, Aziz using his fingers and tongue on me while Levi somehow continued to ride me, drawing out my pleasure until I was boneless and spent. I’d never known such all-consuming bliss could exist. That I was capable of experiencing it.
As I drifted in a sated fog, they adjusted positions. It was Aziz’s turn to take me. My body jolted to attention as he slid both of his cocks into me at once, one in my vagina, the other into my ass. I’d never in my life felt so full. My brain broke at that point, I succumbed to desire, and as he slammed both of his cocks into me, orgasm after orgasm rocked through me. The whole time, Levi continued using my mouth, thrusting his bulbous cock across my lips and over my tongue. And even though I was already worn out, oversensitive, they played my body like an instrument until I was gasping all over again. There on that chaise, they showed me passion and pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.
Finally, after what felt like dozens of orgasms, I lay in a twitching spent heap on the chair, semen slowly oozing from every orifice I had, yet I didn’t care. It had been so good that nothing could have mattered at that moment.
From seemingly nowhere, Liam produced a warm yet moist towel, and knelt, gently cleaning me off.
“You did well,” he said as he wiped the cloth along my body.
“More than that,” Aziz said, smiling down on me, his two phalluses now soft, but no less intimidating in size. “You were spectacular.”
I tried to respond, but I was too tired to say more than a simple grunt of acknowledgment. This was all nothing but a very, very dirty dream. It was good that they were happy with my performance. I’d pray for forgiveness for such a scandalous night time fantasy in the morning.
After cleaning me up, they dressed me in my nightgown. Where they got it from, I had no clue. I had no desire to ask as my body ached, and my brain was awhirl with newfound desires. They escorted me home, the trip happening in a strange cloudiness that I didn’t really comprehend. They both tucked me into bed like a cherished toy before disappearing into the night.
“Sleep well, love,” Aziz whispered, brushing a kiss against my forehead. As I drifted off, the warmth of their presence faded, the night’s events blurring into a dreamlike murkiness.
Morning light seeped through the small bedroom window, waking me from an uneasy sleep. Sitting up, my body ached, and I became aware of the gentle pressure on my bladder. With a yawn, I climbed out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. Standing up from the toilet, I was startled by my reflection. A smudge of mascara, a tiny black mark, was noticeable at the outer corner of one eye. I hadn’t worn makeup since college, and I certainly went to bed with nothing on my face.
With a wave of anxiety, I reached up a hand, my fingers brushing against the gritty, unfamiliar texture of mascara as I wiped away the smudge and stared, breath catching in my throat. “How?” Horror and amazement warred across my reflection. Now fully awake, I realized my body below my waist band ached pleasantly. Both holes throbbing gently from dark and forbidden use. The way they’d touched me, the way they’d made me feel…
“It was real,” I whispered, trembling. “How did they do that?”
Despite my upbringing, my vows, there was a shameful thrill in it.
That moment of sinful pleasure had felt good… really good.