Page 74 of Caught in the Devil’s Hand

“The third step is the main spell component—man’s essence,” she said, slowly unknotting the belt of her diaphanous robe. Both demons watched intently, mouths open. “Who’s first?”

“Me,” Vallen growled. Air sawed in and out of his lungs. Her heart raced as she held his gaze and nudged her robe open. It slipped past her shoulders and clung to the bends of her elbows. A long, hot slide of arousal filled her, undoubtedly Vallen’s reaction. His cock thickened and subtly twitched in time with his rapid pulse.

“A-Are you ready?” she whispered, propping her hands her hands on her hips in an attempt to seem calm, but she didn’t pull it off very well.

“I’ll always be ready for you.” He leaned back and braced his palms on the altar as he widened his knees to make room for her.

The picture he made had her practically drooling. His smooth, wide chest, the tension in his abdomen that spoke to his desire, his powerful thighs, and the look he was giving her. Aching to be touched, she thumbed her nipples to make them pucker, then lightly pinched them until the jolt of pleasure she felt reflected on Vallen’s face. His back stiffened. Then he closed his eyes and bit his lip. A glance at Rosuke confirmed he was looking at her as if awaiting an enormous feast.

Vallen opened his eyes again, lids low with need. She slid one of her hands down her body and between her thighs. She had never touched herself in front of him before but knew he’d enjoy it as much as she’d enjoy being watched.

“Shumei,” he grunted, panting. She found and massaged her clit, rolling it gently while her other hand was occupied with her breast. Vallen winced and tensed again as a drop of arousal seeped from the tip of his cock. She pressed a second finger between her labia, using both to press and swirl her clit.

“By the dueling gods,” Rosuke whispered.

“Come to me,” Vallen pleaded, reaching for his erection, but he hesitated and sank his fingers into his thigh instead.

The temptation to use her power over him was too much to resist, and she slid her longest finger into her vagina, pushing it deep.

“S-Shumei, I beg you!”

Exultant, she pulled her hand away and stepped between his knees. Vallen grasped her wrist and brought her hand to his mouth.

“Vallen,” she choked out as he sucked on her fingers. Then he pulled them from his mouth with a pop. After leaving one last kiss on the back of her hand, he pushed her to her knees.

She knelt on one of the pillows lining the altar’s base and hummed with excitement as he pulled her head forward. She opened her mouth and watched him guide his glistening cock between her lips.

“Take it,” he said, pushing her head down his shaft. He hissed when his erection touched the back of her throat, then groaned as she bobbed her head. Settling into a rhythm that pleasured him, she curled her arms around his waist.

Vallen wished he could see the gentle sway of her breasts, but the sight of her soft, pink lips wrapped around his cock was also fascinating. Her small, warm hands gripped his sides. Her long hair and silky robe brushed his legs. The wet sucking sounds her mouth made filled his ears. He forced his hands off her head and braced them behind his hips, which he couldn’t stop from rocking upward.

He croaked her name and threw his head back. “I’m c-coming. Got so much for you.”

A roar exploded from his throat. She writhed between his legs, struggling with her own climax while swallowing his.

“Y-Yes,” he groaned, white-knuckling fistfuls of the black cloth beneath him. “Suck me dry.”

“Gods,” Rosuke rasped. “She really might.”

Shumei licked her lips as she lifted her head. Nothing had spilled, but she had nearly lost herself to pleasure. She brought her hands back to wipe at the tears of effort clinging to her eyelashes. Then Vallen collapsed onto the altar.

“Vallen,” she cried out. She pulled herself to a stand, barely able to keep her trembling legs beneath her, and leaned over him.

“Did she kill you?” Rosuke joked, flicking one of Vallen’s cheeks.

“I’ll be fine…in a few weeks,” he answered with a slow, languid smile.

“You scared me.” She lightly punched his shoulder, then laughed with relief.

She hadn’t known whether she could…properly consume the ritual component. She had never gotten that far whenever they’d been together. If any had spilled from her mouth and touched the floor, the spell would have become useless. She wouldn’t have forgiven herself if she’d made the same mistake as the noblewoman. She had to make sure both of them became human again.

“My turn?” Rosuke asked, deep and sultry.

She blinked, having been lost in thought, and noted the desperate set of his brow. He stroked himself, and the movement made her look at his lap. His cock was flushed and hard, its deep red head glistening with arousal. Her heart kicked.

“Will you suck me dry too?” he whispered, brushing his thumb over the sensitive slit on the tip. “Will you make me scream at the ceiling while I come at the back of your throat?”

“Rosuke,” she stammered, blushing fiercely. And she’d thought Vallen was generous with sexual banter.