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I was unable to control myself anymore. I could feel my pupils darken and my face contort. My horns sprang from my head. Ares looked down at me, smirking. He loved it when I lost control like this and showed a glimpse of my true form. I dug my fingers into Mal’s hips, driving my cock into him until I could feel my balls slapping against him.
Desmond’s clothes were gone. Suddenly, he was behind me, running his hand through my hair and tilting my face up to look at him.Could you imagine Diana being here amongst this madness, pleasuring us?
He put two fingers into my mouth, brushing them against the inside of my cheek. I split my tongue down the middle, weaving both between his fingers to tease him. He replaced his fingers with his massive dick. I sucked him in time with my thrusts into Mal, causing all four of us to moan in a chain reaction.
“This is how I like Mal–silent with a mouth full of cock–and something bigger than a stick up his ass,” Ares laughed, continuing his punishing assault on Mal’s mouth.
Ares’ smile reached from ear to ear. Despite how his face was cast in shadow, I could see his gleaming white teeth in the darkness. His eyes glowed, showcasing a raging inferno he could barely contain. I loved when he didn’t cage it because I was a chaotic fucker. Seeing him lose control of his features when he was about to come had me pummeling Mal’s arse like a man possessed. I pushed my knot in, and felt my warm cum paint his insides white. The knot’s swell made him groan obscenely around Ares’ dick. Within a minute, he pushed Mal’s head all the way down and shot his load straight down his throat. I snaked my arm around Mal, so I could take care of him while waiting for my knot to loosen, but he wasn’t erect. His cum streaked across the black and white floor tiles. We fucked the cum out of him.
“Bon appetit, bitch!” Ares cackled as he walked over and got on his knees next to me, pushing me over to steal Desmond’s dick from my mouth and suck it down.
He deep throated Desmond’s dick up to his knot, using his hand to massage it. Watching them together was beautiful. Two handsome, sculpted men who made a work of carnal art with the pleasure their bodies created. Saliva dribbled from the sides of Ares’ mouth as he gagged. Desmond tapped his shoulder, signaling him to get up.
He held his hand out to Ares.Spit.
Ares spit directly into his open palm, then smirked at Desmond.He knows what, or rather who, was coming next.Desmond coated his dick with it and a bit of lube, then bent Ares over the counter and worked his way in. Ares only bottomed for Desmond, and from the times I’ve watched them together, I could tell he loved to feel himself stretch and the burn that came with not using a lot of lube. The blissful expression on Ares’ face confirmed my suspicion.
Bash, how long will your knot last?Mal linked me.I feel so full right now, like I’m going to rip apart.
GIve it some time, eventually it will loosen. Relax and enjoy the show. I linked back, as I turned his head to see Desmond completely destroy Ares with long, deep thrusts.
A crack reverberated through the room, and Desmond’s tail whipped through the air behind him. It stretched beneath both men, wrapping around Ares’ hardening dick and stroking him furiously. Each punishing snap of Desmond’s hips had them moaning like pornstars. Ares cum splattered on the side of the island. Desmond groaned in ecstasy as he finished, slowing his thrusts until he stilled. He pulled out of Ares and spread his cheeks apart to show us the cum leaking out of his hole and down his thighs.
All of us took a minute to catch our breaths. My knot came down, and I was able to finally pull out of Malcolm. He snuggled into me with his head on my chest as I sat cross legged on the floor.
“We originally came in to share some news with you all,” I announced. “I claimed Diana. She’s mine, and I’ll protect her no matter what.”
“We need to fake Diana’s death somehow and take her, ASAP. We’re going to go through with the plan to train her. By the time we’re done with her, she’ll be the perfect weapon against Red.” Desmond’s words were final.
“Fun! I can’t wait to meet her,” Ares said as he leaned back in a kitchen chair. “Maybe next time we have a house orgy, she can join in.”
“She’s mine.”I wasn’t sure how I meant it. Part of me wanted her all to myself, because she was mine. But another part of me wanted to see her with them, have this experience with her. Icouldsee myself sharing her with my best friends. They were mine too, so would it be fair to exclude her from that because of my own possessiveness?
“Great, she isn’t even here yet and she’s already causing issues between us,” Malcolm huffed in exasperation. “Hopefully this doesn’t blow up in our faces.”
I would make sure everything worked out. I protected what was mine. There was no way I’d let this plan fail. We all showered in our respective bathrooms and met in the kitchen again to form the beginning of what promised to be a genius extraction plan. Operation Cage Birdie was afoot.
The plan to extract Diana was straight forward enough. Bash and Ares would track her movements to keep her safe. If someone tried to get in her house or if she left, we’d know. Desmond would invite her out to coffee today tocheck on herand I would randomly bump into my dear, old friend in the coffee shop. We’d charm her, make her feel comfortable. Then we would insist on walking her to the subway, because we’re gentlemen like that. As soon as we hit a crowd, we would fade home with her. If something unexpected happened, we could adjust. Bash told us that she wasn’t very aware of her surroundings, which would make this plan stupid easy.
I doubted extracting Diana would be an issue. The problem was that we were trying to get her in the first place. I’m not sure how Desmond could be so misguided about this girl. She was some unknown paranormal being from Brooklyn who was either completely unaware of her own magic, or a skilled liar who was masking it. Women were rarely unaware, but often liars, con artists really. I didn’t trust them.
Red was gunning for her, despite how mediocre she seemed, which made me think he had a personal vendetta against her. Something about her wasn’t adding up, and I didn’t want to risk my life on a flimsy plan with so many unknown factors in it. It would fail, and all of us would be left picking up the pieces. The most humane thing to do, for everyone’s sake, was kill her quickly and painlessly.
The consequences for not carrying out Red’s direct hit and plotting to overthrow him would be dire. Asmodeous was the best-case example of what could happen when someone crossed him. He merely spoke out against Red privately to people he thought he could trust. When word got out about what he said, he was relegated to living as Red’s property. Doomed to live as an animal at the end of a leash. He ate all of his meals off the floor, and was publicly humiliated regularly. I saw Red shove a pineapple up his ass at a ceremony just for looking at someone too long.
There were others enduring worse fates, living in their own personal nightmares, because they crossed the almighty Satan.We serve as his fixers and have murdered those who cross him… We know what can happen.Living as a hellbound–being bound to Hell for eternity–was punishment enough.Excuse mefor not wanting to suffer more.
Bash justhadto go and claim that bitch. She was the only person in the past thousand years to wear his mark. Now we were obligated to protect her because she belonged to him, which meant she was practically one of us now. She’d live in our house, eat our food, and annoy us all with her presence. Ares was already starting to obsess over her, stirring the fucking pot like he always did. She was already causing issues before she even arrived.
Mal, you up?Ares whispered through the mindlink.
Part of me was mad at him, too, for wanting her. She was going to worm her way into our lives, beguile them all with her golden pussy trap and fat Jell-O ass, and take everyone I loved away from me before our plan would come crashing down around us.
What do you want?I replied.
I thought we already fucked the attitude out of you? You shouldn’t even be able to talk right now with how far my dick was down your throat.His rich, boisterous laughter clattered through the link, and it unwound my attitude somewhat. It was hard to stay mad at him.I wanted to make sure you were feeling okay. You looked super pissed off during the planning session, and youloveplanning things, Martha Stewart wannabe.
Martha is a national treasure, don’t you dare disrespect her. She did jail time because she is an icon, and the world couldn’t handle it. I just have doubts about Diana. There are so many unknowns.I didn’t want to confide everything to him.
