Page 30 of Whispers From The Dark

“Please.”

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PETRA

Asmodeus groans, and it’s a sound of quiet restraint. “You have no idea what that does to me, hearing you ask for what you want. But make sure you’re certain, angel.”

His breath is frigid on my spine as he exhales. Despite the monster he’s become, his body is not warm to the touch. His skin is polished stone, smooth and uncompromising. He reminds me of the statue of David, light grey veining through white marble, and a physique far more impressive than what Michelangelo depicted. I watch him in the mirror, amazed as his wings extend just enough for balance, but not to their full breadth. They’re large and nearly translucent, but appear damaged, as if they were once full of feathers, but are now mottled and nearly bare. I’m sad for a moment, wishing I could have seen them in their full glory.

I’m most surprised by his hair. Long, silky, and black, it reminds me of an oil spill. It trails down his chest, and I can’t see the end of it. My gaze is drawn to his horns. They twist up and back from his head, a darker grey color ending in ink-dipped points. I suppress the desire to reach back, sliding a fingertip up the length of each one, following the spiral.

“There will be time for that later,” he murmurs in my mind, his rock-tumble voice making more sense now that I’ve seen his true form. It makes me clench around Sam, patiently waiting with his dick buried deep. He gently mimics me, squeezing my waist. When I glance down, he seems content. Like he’s got all the time in the world.

I watch Az, see his smirk full of shining white teeth, sharp and layered like a shark’s. His eyes are black, just like I’ve seen in the mirror. But they’re somehow pretty against his marble skin, the stark contrast of the dark smoke against white polished stone making them entrancing.

I should be terrified. He’s an inhuman demon. One with whom I’ve bartered inhabitance of my body.

But he’s beautiful.

I wonder if perhaps he is a fallen angel, perfect and holy before he sank to earth in rebellion.

But he’ll never tell me his history, so I suppose I’ll never know.

“Half angel,” he says, surprising me. “Never one or the other, but both.”

It’s the first time he’s opened up to me, and it makes my insides go molten. When he drags a single claw over my shoulder, my entire body tenses. Sam twitches inside of me. I hear Az open a bottle of lube. Moments later, he rubs the tip of his cock upward, toward my ass, before finally resting it right on top of Sam’s. We’ve all stopped moving, but my muscles squeeze down, tense and waiting.

“I’m certain,” I whisper aloud. “Actually, wait. Sam, are you okay if…uh… if we…”

“I’m merely a stunt cock, here to serve you, milady,” he says, before tipping an imaginary fedora. “Do what you want with me.”

“Stunt cock?” I snort, focusing on the ridiculous thing he said first. Otherwise, I’d dry up like the Sahara thinking about the neckbeard shit he just did.

“Ya know, like a stunt double, but with my dick. I’m not the leading man in this situation.” He thrusts up into me, hard, and I arch my back, moaning at the sensation. Sam grins as he squeezes my hips. “Just along for the ride.”

Well, I guess that settles it.

Because the longer I’ve sat here, waiting, the more relaxed I am, the more I realize Sam just isn’t enough. The plug in my ass isn’t enough. I want Az to fill my body, but I also miss him. Before Az, my mind would race a mile a minute. What first started as self-preservation, silencing my thoughts so he wasn’t privy to them, has turned into something else.

I need him.

“I know.”

When he presses his cock into me, stretching me, sharing me with Sam, my eyes roll. It hurts for a few seconds, and he moves so achingly slow, I think I might tell him to stop. But he’s gentle, and I’m so wet and eager that it’s not long before my body takes him just as I wanted. It’s almost hard to breathe. I can feel my pulse in my pussy, and it’s only a few seconds before I’m overcome by sensation.

“Oh, my…Az, my god,” I ramble as my body twitches, waves of an unexpected orgasm making my body nearly go limp. Sam’s grunting too, the feeling of Az sliding against his length making him thrust up into me like he can’t help it.

“Holy fucking shit,” Sam says, incredulous. His hands rub all over me, gentle and soothing. It might be just as good for Sam as it is for me.

“Your pleasure,” Asmodeus pants, and maybe he’s a little speechless because he doesn’t seem to know what words he ought to say next. “Heaven and hell.”

Az stills, and I’ve never felt so full in my life. I want to reach down, feel both of them inside me, but my body is trembling and I can barely keep my eyes open. Nearly every thought has been silenced. I’m not thinking about the beautiful creature behind me. I’m not thinking about Sam. I’m not thinking about all the responsibilities I have or the rest of my bargain with Az. I’m simply here, a ball of pleasure, stuffed and sated.

“Deliciae meae.” Asmodeus is saying something in what I think is Latin, inhaling deeply. He rubs his face against my neck, lightly tracing my flesh with those sharpened fangs, and I could melt into a puddle. “More?”

I close my eyes and nod, taking a deep breath. And then he moves.

Sam stays still, I think, but Az pushes in and out of my tightness. Gently, he grasps my shoulder with one hand, holding me up so I don’t collapse on Sam. His other hand caresses me, sharp claws tracing a path down my back and over my ass as he thrusts into me. Slow and deep. Long strokes. Part of me can’t believe I’m able to accommodate them both, but then another part of me, some place nestled between a sense of impending doom and the prey instinct to run, knows this feels natural.