Page 78 of Speak No Evil
She throws her body backward into mine.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. I don’t know if I can do two huge demon dicks at once like this.”
I glance at Ryker and my pierced cock in the mirror and murmur in her ear, “Your demoness form is much more sturdy than your human one. You can take this, love.”
“You sure?” she asks, eyes closed, hands kneading my legs.
“I’m positive.”
JADE
There’s still somuch to do, but I’m allowing myself a few mind-bending Os before I jump in.
I think I deserve as much. We all do for all the shit we’ve been through these last few months.
With each hand, I take one of my demon’s cocks and guide them within.
At the same time.
I fight the urge to tense, and as my tentacled demon-cat once said, I let go.
My lords slide into me easily, my body accepting them like they were carved from me, despite the delicious stretch and fullness. Everyone moans once they’re seated within me. Even Thorne, who’s kind of in charge of this whole situation, because he’s the only one with a full range of motion.
“Alright, incubus. Show us what you’ve got,” I say.
A fiendish laugh tumbles from Thorne’s luscious lips, and for a moment, I’m more scared than I am excited.
But that’s OK. I’m a demoness. There’s nothing these lords can do to me that I can’t handle.
“Mate,” Vrahs whispers in my ear. “Look up.”
I do, and holy shit.
This is what they warn good Christian girls about.
We look like the hellish debauchery depicted in renaissance oil paintings. Winged creatures pleasing a woman from every angle.
Well, like that, but better, because two of my demons are pleasuring each other.
“Shit! Wait! No one comes inside me! I’m not repopulating your fucking species, just like I didn’t for the witches.”
Everyone stops. Ryker’s golden eyes are but thin rings around all black.
Thorne looks as though I just offered him fae emotions.
“You mean, you want us to…” Ryker doesn’t finish.
“Yes. And what is it with you demons? Why is coming on me instead of in me such a fucking big deal?”
Ryker answers, stroking my cheek. “Because, dear witch, when a demoness asks a demon she beds to spill his seed on her, it seals them as mates for a lifetime. Both receive the mark of one another or their skin, linked for eternity.”
My gaze flashes to Vrahs in the mirror. “Something you want to tell me?”
He bites his lip around a smile. “You’ve made me a very happy demon, witch. That is all I wish to say.”
I could be mad.
By all rights, I should be.