The demon grunted, a low, viciously pleased sound that vibrated against my spine. “You sound incredible when you whimper like a whore for my cum. Sweet little thing,” he purred. “Listen to her beg. That’s what I wanted from you, little sinner. All that honesty.” His teeth scraped lightly along my shoulder, followed by a soothing drag of his tongue. “Hold on just a littlelonger for me. Let your demigod play with your tight pussy while you clench my cock with this tight hole fightin’ it.”
I let out a sound that bordered on a pained cry. Lugh’s thumb never stopped moving, slick and relentless, until my vision blurred.
“Ye’re doing so well,” he breathed, praise rough and earnest. “So gods-damned good for us. Just a little more, angel.”
Lugh leaned closer, grounding me. “Stay with me.”
A brief pause. Then?—
“Look at me,” the demon commanded.
Lugh helped me twist just enough to turn my head, my cheek sliding against his shoulder as I met the demon’s gaze. His eyes were nearly black, pupils blown wide, his mouth parted on ragged breaths. Sweat darkened the hair at his temples. He looked wild to me—almost undone.
“There she is,” he whispered, delight and something almost reverent softening his tone. “You look beautiful when you cry for me.”
He dragged his thumb across my cheek, catching a tear, then leaned in and claimed my mouth in a wet, consuming kiss that stole what little breath I had left. Beneath it all, I felt Lugh’s voice, low and desperate, vibrating through his chest as he held me there.
“I’m close,” Lugh ground out. “Beg us. Beg us to fill you so full of cum that it leaks out of you all night. Beg us to let you cum. Be my good girl andtake your pleasure.”
I had no pride left—not here between them, not with my body trembling and my lungs burning and every nerve pulled taut. “Please,” I choked out, the word breaking on a sob. “Please—I want your cum. I want you to fill me. Please, let me?—”
The demon’s laughter ghosted against my lips, dark and pleased, his breath hot enough to make me shiver.
“Listen to her,” he purred. “Our perfect little brat, beggin’ so sweet.”
He shifted behind me, drawing himself upright, his hold tightening as his posture changed. The adjustment was subtle but devastating, the new angle driving the sensation deeper, sharper, stealing the breath from my lungs.
His gaze swept over my face, then down my body, taking in every shudder. “And look at us,” he went on softly, satisfaction threading his voice, “workin’ together to drag you right to the brink of madness.”
One arm banded tight across my chest, dragging me back flush against him as he straightened fully, using his height and strength to steal my balance. His other hand slid down the front of my body, fingers brushing against Lugh’s where that steady, devastating pressure never let up, working over the most desperate part of me.
“I know exactly what you need… my lovely little sinner needs her clit slapped.”
A sharp, deliberate touch landed where I was already too sensitive, and my whole body jerked in response. A broken sound tore out of me as my fingers clawed into the arm locked around my chest, the sudden intensity ripping straight through whatever control I had left.
“One more, demon,” Lugh ground out, his voice frayed and rough. “She’s so damn close. Give her one more and push her over.”
A low, delighted sound vibrated through the demon’s chest against my back. “Oh, she’s gonna cum,” he said, smug and dark and certain. “But she’ll do it moanin’ my name.”
His mouth brushed my ear, his next thrust syncing with Lugh’s so perfectly. “Repeat after me,” he whispered, the name a brand against my skin. “Damias.”
It spilled off my tongue, obscene and shameless, as their rhythm turned ruthless, as his fingers returned to that aching spot with cruel, exquisite precision. Lugh’s thumb never stopped moving, his praises tumbling out in rough fragments, their voices slipping in and out of each other until I couldn’t tell whose keening noise was whose.
“Now,” Damias growled, his hand tightening, his fingers landing one last sharp, perfect touch where I was already burning. “Cum for us.”
The world detonated.
Pleasure slammed through me so hard it stole sound and air and thought. I felt myself break apart on it, shattering in their hands as both of them drove in one last time and went with me. Lugh pulled me into his chest, cursing against my throat. Damias’s groan tore straight from his throat as they followed me over the edge.
For a long moment, there was nothing but the echo of it, ricocheting through my bones.
Lugh’s arms held me in place against his hard, sweaty chest, heart hammering beneath my ear. Damias pulled himself from me with a rough, shaking breath, then collapsed on his back in a graceless sprawl, one arm slung over his eyes as he dragged in air like he’d run a marathon.
“Well,” he said finally, exhaling hard, voice rough and frayed. “That was…something.”
I felt him shift beside us, joints cracking as he stretched, a low sound escaping him as he worked the stiffness out. “I’d say my work here is done.”
“Lay the fuck down,” Lugh replied, deadpan, not bothering to open his eyes. “Stop pretendin’ ye’re as big of an arsehole as you act.”