Page 17 of A Date With Demons

The dried husk of my heart is shattered, and the witch is piecing it back together.

“How would you like to get fucked by both of us at the same time?”

Portia’s face already tells the story. She gives a weak smile, then looks over her shoulder back at Rewd. “Be a good boy and go easy on me.”

Fucking hell, she’s gonna make me fall in love with her. And demons have zero capacity for love.

We’ll just pack that thought away for later.

I laugh and kiss her mouth. “Hang on tight, baby, and get ready.”

I lean back, my hands spreading her plump cheeks as she rides my cock.

Rewd utters a low curse.

Portia slows her ride and stiffens against me. Rewd locks his gaze on mine, and I know he understands what could happen.

Together, we wait for our witch to revoke her consent.

Chapter

Nine

Rewd

I nudge against the small,puckered hole, following Portia’s cues.

When she angles back, I go deeper.

She sighs, and her tiny ass is so tight I see stars.

The sensation is too much, even for a demon like me.

The witch sucks in a sharp breath.

“That’s it, darlin’. You’re so perfect. Such a good little princess. Now tell Rewd what you want.”

Bragg’s sensuous voice coaching her to take me—me, an ugly, newly formed demon with no idea how to pleasure a human—is such a turn-on I don’t know how I’ll last.

Portia turns her gaze back at me, and her reddened mouth grins. “I want you to fuck me, Rewd. Fuck my ass while Bragg fucks my cunt.”

These words from her mouth have me in pieces.

I push in all the way, more than what I think she can take. But she moans with pleasure. Her body slackens as Bragg and I both hold her up.

Bragg keeps her talking. “How do you feel, sweetheart? Talk to me.”

“So full! Oh my goddess…so fucking full!” Her head rests on one of my shoulders, and I cradle her torso against me.

She’s so full she can’t move on her own. Bragg comes up on his knees, and we easily balance the witch between us. I didn’t think I was supposed to like witches but I am obsessed with this perfect creature.

I begin to move, rolling upward in sync with Bragg’s thrusts.

It’s all so new to me, but everything is new to me. I move too carefully and awkwardly at first. Soon, we find our rhythm. Portia seems to float between us, small and soft like a doll, yet her body can take a beating. Maybe it’s the witch in her. Maybe we’re all just perfect for each other.

As I firmly rock into her, I’m unprepared to feel what happens next. Something hard and firm inside my Portia nudges the underside of my cock.

I wonder at first, and then I realize.