Chapter 18
ISABELLE AWOKE ON A CLOUD.
Not a cloud, but a bed. A bed in her cottage, though it wasn’t really her cottage, was it? It was a gift created by Bellinor, who lay in front of her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders, hugging her to his chest.
“Hi,” she whispered, his smile warming her heart.
“Hello.”
“You’re finally awake,” Rul said, his arm slung over both of them as he cuddled her from behind. “How are you feeling?”
Isabelle took stock of her parts, her mind still fuzzy about all that had happened.
“Sore,” she said, wincing slightly, her entire body weak as if she had undergone an offering of light.
But instead of shame and guilt, she felt only elation, the mind-numbing bliss of pure ecstasy.
“I hope we didn’t hurt you,” Rul said, nuzzling the top of her head with his cheek. “You were a delectable little treat.”
“I feel fine,” she replied, a smile tugging at her lips.
She was nude, her ruined dress evidently discarded at some point while she was in a daze, but she was warmed by the heated skin of her two lovers.
Bellinor was still delightfully demonic, and she reached for one of his horns, running her hand over the smooth surface and pressing a finger to the sharp point at the back.
His wings fluttered happily, the eyes less uncanny than she’d once thought.
The feathers were soft as they brushed along her arm, his smile not quite as haunting as back in the woods.
“Why did you choose this form?” she asked.
Bellinor cleared his throat, his dark eyes darting around the room.
“I remained as Jean-Phillipe for a long time, but at some point, it hurt too much to see myself as a human any longer.”
Isabelle swallowed the knot in her throat, his answer wetting her eyes with tears.
“Well, I like you like this,” she said, cupping his face and running her thumb along the smooth skin of his light blue cheek.
“I like it too,” Rul added, squeezing her between them as he ran his fingers through Bellinor’s tousled locks.
She could feel his erection against her aching ass, and she arched her back, enjoying the pressure at her entrance despite the soreness.
“Do you like that, baby?”
When she didn’t answer, Rul rolled her onto her stomach, hiking her hips into the air.
She whimpered as he ran his cock through her seam, his fierce grip digging into her waist. Oh, she wanted him, wanted the both of them over and over until she couldn’t think, but she was more sore than she’d let on, her muscles still throbbing from the erotic encounter in the woods.
“Leave her be,” Bellinor ordered, perhaps sensing her discomfort.
Rul groaned, then leaned over, bringing his lips close to her ear.
“Does my sweet doll need a break?”
A giggle bubbled in her throat, her body feeling strangely light. How did everything become so normal so quickly? Having two demons in her bed. Letting them use her as they saw fit. Allowing desire to win.
“I think so…”
He chuckled, petting her hair sweetly, before pouncing onto Bellinor without warning, pinning him to the bed by straddling his hips.
“Perhaps you just want to watch this time?”
Isabelle’s eyes widened, getting a good view as Rul lined up his cock with Bellinor’s, wrapping his hand around both hard lengths.
A dribble of spit left his lips, landing on the two tips as they pressed together.
He used his finger to massage it over the sensitive heads, their dual groans sending a tug of arousal to her core, their skin glistening with wetness.
Black ooze seeped from Rul’s extended slit, and he used it to wet them further, Bellinor grimacing as he gripped the sheets.
It was strange to see the relatively normal cock–if light blue and extra large could be considered normal–next to Rul’s otherworldly one, the translucent flesh curving unnaturally around Bellinor’s shaft.
His ridges glowed in the dim light of the cabin as he started stroking with his hand.
Goddess, they were beautiful, all hard muscles and lithe waists, milky eyes swirling with pleasure.
Rul still had his wings extended in a fearsome show, one hand planted on the mattress, white blonde locks obscuring his face.
Bellinor had a devious expression, like he was biding his time until he made his move, one arm folded behind his head and the other running up and down Rul’s chest.
“Do you like what you see?” Rul asked, flicking his hair out of his eyes so he could observe her as he rocked his hips.
She took a gulp of air, remembering to breathe, her mouth dry, unlike her cunt.
“I do,” she murmured, squeezing her thighs together, though she knew it would do little to quell her desire.
“Touch yourself. I know you want to,” Bellinor said, his gaze focused on her.
With a growl, he pushed himself up, hooking a hand around Rul’s neck and bringing the incubus in for a harsh kiss. He nipped at Rul’s lip, their tongues clashing as they slipped into each other’s mouths, the moans positively sinful.
Isabelle ran her fingers through her entrance, wetting and bringing them up to circle her clit. Her body heated upon contact, the view in front of her so titillating she already felt herself teetering on the edge, lightheaded and filled with lust.
Bellinor dragged Rul into his lap, grabbing his ass and rocking his hips forcefully, the incubus grinding down hard as they both groaned.
“Look at our doll, watching so sweetly. Such a filthy little voyeur,” Bellinor said as Rul wrapped an arm around his shoulders, riding him hard, the slick squelching of their wet cocks only furthering her desperate need to come.
“Do you think she’ll finish before us?” Rul asked, and Bellinor chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that tingled her nerves.
“Why don’t you help her along, mon chéri?”
Rul beamed at Bellinor, then turned his gaze on her with a devious grin on his face.
Before she could comprehend what was happening, a trail of black smoke was peeling off the tattoo on his side and dancing its way toward her, sliding between her legs and into her heat.
The smoke was somehow firm, petting over her interior like a tongue, hitting the perfect spot as she stimulated herself from the outside.
“Oh!” she gasped, and the demons chuckled, Rul’s tail coiling around his and Bellinor’s slick cocks and squeezing like a spring, assisting his hand as he stroked up and down.
There was always another demonic surprise, and she wondered how long it would take until she discovered all of them. With the shadowy assistance she knew she was close, her half-lidded eyes matching Bellinor and Rul’s dazed looks.
Isabelle climaxed hard, arching her back as her cunt clenched rhythmically, the smoke disappearing into vapor. Her whimpering joined the erotic chorus of moans, her body going lax when the aftershocks subsided.
“You look so beautiful when you come. So deserving of pleasure. Now, are you hungry? Do you want a taste?” Bellinor enquired.
She didn’t need to be asked twice, crawling over and licking the flat of her tongue across their tips, bittersweet chocolate filling her mouth with bliss.
“Good?” Rul asked, his voice hoarse, and when she looked up at him and nodded, he chuckled. “What a naughty kitten.”
“Let’s feed our little pet,” Bellinor said, and Rul grinned, picking up his pace as his hand and tail slid over their cocks.
Bellinor met his end first, milky cum hitting her tongue and dripping onto their lengths, further easing the way as Rul finished shortly after.
Their tastes mixed in her mouth, sweet cinnamon and dark chocolate, like the most decadent dessert, and she eagerly lapped at them even after they both slumped onto the bed.
Isabelle alternated between cleaning each demon until every drop of delicious nectar was gone, collapsing between them in an exhausted heap. Her eyes were already closing, both demons shrouding her in their firm embraces, their silent caresses reminding her of where she belonged.
In le Jardin.
With them.
How could the moon mother think this was wrong when it felt so right?
“What are you?” Rul asked, and she smiled.
“I’m a good girl for my owners.”
She was eager to serve, eager to obey. Perhaps she could be accepted, deviances and all.
“And so much more than that,” he added, the words filling her with bliss.
Bellinor’s hand was at her chin, tilting her up to face him and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
“So much more…”