Page 26 of Demon Food

My anklet jingled as I squirmed away from the plug and tighter into the king. It was far too big, and I was far too tense, and it was going to split me open. Run.

“I think you need a little help taking it.” The king grinned so sweetly at me. So pristine. Like fresh snowmelt.

I didn’t need help. I needed to think, but I was currently crammed between them, fucked and out of excuses.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” the king said, dropping his gaze to my mouth. “I’d be a pleasure.”

He crushed his mouth to mine.

Right away, I could feel the difference. He wasn’t just kissing me like he’d done before. He wasn’t exploring. He was drinking me.

Hard.

Pleasure blanketed my body all over and all at once. I’d possibly never had one drink so hard. It was intense. More than intense. Insane. Words had no place for what it was. They had no place in describing a feeling so mind-boggling.

It was like lying on a shallow ocean shore while an undertow with magnificent power sucked the sand from beneath your body. Only it wasn’t sand. It was my energy, my sex, and it was fucking intoxicating.

He sucked harder.

And harder.

And harder.

He was drinking with reckless abandon, like there was no end to his hunger.

Pleasure thrummed through my system, stoking higher the more he drank. The pain of the spile transformed into pleasure, too, as Neopal massaged my ass with one hand as if to help coax it.

“Fucking gods, you have to taste this,” the king whispered between kisses. “You have to try him. You won’t believe it.”

“You’re certain, Your Grace?” Neopal asked. “Your needs come first. Always.”

“You know I’ve been eating all morning.” The king swiped his tongue over my parted lips. “I’m nearly full.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Neopal said. “That’s so gracious of you.”

I’d never felt more like a toy being shared between them as the king twisted my face to the side to devour my neck in wet kisses.

“I’ve almost gotten it,” Neopal said. “I’m trying not to rip him. He’s so fucking tight.”

“He’s deep is what he is.”

I blinked my eyes open. Wait. But I struggled to blink them open. They were heavy. Far too heavy.

“Get on with it.”

“As you wish.” Neopal pressed the spile further and out poured a raspy cry past my lips, making both of them twitch.

The king snarled, cupping my face, biting onto my lower lip as I leaked precum onto my robe. “What a lovely sound. Do it again.”

Neopal pushed the spile as far as it would go, and I moaned against the king’s mouth, melting in an exhale when my hole could finally, finally relax with the huge, heavy part inside me.

I tried to shake my head clear of the dizzy fog it was suddenly in, but it was useless.

“Eat, Commander.” The king sat back in the chair, taking the wine glass once more. “Eat him while I watch.”

The commander began to lick the length of my spine, long and slow starting from my crack and up to my hairline. He drank differently from the king—less meandering; more direct. But he was just as intense.

He syphoned my energy. No, he fucking guzzled it.