Page 19 of Demonic Division (The Sundering Duet #1)

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Dagny

The loud buzzing in my ears matches the violence of the heat rushing through my veins as Lir captures my mouth with his. Pleasure sparks behind my lids as he slides his palm across my chest, teasing one of my nipples between his clawed fingertips.

Something hard brushes against my pussy, and I break away with a gasp. I raise my head, my mouth popping in shock at the sight of a cock the length of my forearm teasing toward my entrance. I’ve taken men before, but at best, they were half as large as Cyprien’s.

A choked noise escapes my throat, my muscles tensing just from the thought of fitting something that size inside me. Cyprien’s lips tip into a smirk, and he drags the tip lazily up my center. Pleasure shudders beneath my skin, making me forget all my worries for a moment. But it’s just for a moment.

Sensing my hesitation, Lir slides his hand up to my cheek, turning my head to face him. There’s so much tenderness in his stunning blue eyes that I’m able to relax, succumbing to pleasure I never knew existed .

“Do you want this, Dagny?” he whispers, searching my face for any hint of discomfort. “Do you want us to fuck you?”

A helpless whimper falls from my lips. It’s all I can do to nod.

Lir hums, leaning down and placing a kiss on the center of my forehead. “Words, little one. I know you can use them.”

My chest tightens with indignation, but it’s gone in the next moment when he brushes his lips against mine, replacing the emotion with a burning want. “ Yes, ” I whisper. “It’s all I want.”

“Such pretty words,” he murmurs, his lips tipping in a rare, lazy smile as he slides his hand down my neck. “Let’s see what you say when we’re splitting you.”

I gasp as his palm closes over my breast, clawed nails digging painfully into the sensitive flesh. Despite that, I push into his touch, needing to feel him deeper, everywhere.

Cyprien purrs, brushing his cock up my center again and causing me to shudder. My blood is on fire, begging for the thing only he can give me. I buck my hips up, and Cyprien’s cock presses at my entrance.

“Please,” I beg, long since caring whether I’ve lost my mind. “Please, Cyprien. I need you.”

With a groan, he presses inside me. Tears collect at the corners of my eyes as my walls fight to stretch around his thick girth, desperate to take as much of him as my body will allow.

“Gods, this pussy,” Cyprien groans, his head falling back. His hands find my hips, holding me still as he pushes inside me, inch by excruciating inch.

My mouth falls open as a scream tries to wrench free, but the sound is shoved back down as Lir presses his cock past my lips. I look up in surprise, having been so lost to the feel of Cyprien that I hadn’t noticed the blue-haired demon undress or position himself above my head.

“Open wider,” Lir commands, lowering his hips. “I want to feel the back of this pretty little throat.”

I choke but do as he commands, drool pooling down the corners of my lips as I attempt to breathe around him.

“Breathe through your nose,” Lir murmurs, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. “That’s it. Good girl. Just like that.” He thrusts gently, easing the head toward the back of my throat, each one punctuated with a guttural moan. “Fuck, you’re good at this. You take me so well, little one.”

Cyprien growls his agreeance, thrusting forward violently and causing me to cry out. Vibrant colors spark behind my eyes as pleasure and pain converge, heating my skin and filling my belly with an indescribable need. I’m lost to the sensation, to being used so fiercely and passionately.

“Almost there,” he chokes, pushing his hips forward those last few inches. “You’re doing so, so well, sweet thing.”

My eyes go wide as Cyprien presses against my back walls, a shudder running the length of my body and curling my toes. My back arches unwittingly, giving Lir a better angle, which he uses to shove his cock to the back of my throat, cutting off my oxygen.

“Fuck me,” Cyprien groans, his head falling back in ecstasy. “This cunt was made for me. So fucking tight. So fucking mine. ”

A whimper catches in my throat as Cyprien begins moving in me. Small, gentle thrusts turn to powerful movements that take my breath away, and with each one, I’m brought closer to the edge. His cock rubs me just the right way, filling me in a way I never knew I was missing. The more I get, the more I want, until I’m nothing more than a drooling, mindless puddle for them to use and pleasure.

All at once, I break. My walls convulse around Cyprien’s cock, squeezing it impossibly tighter as my orgasm peaks, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body.

“I’m going to fucking come,” Cyprien chokes, his movements losing their fluidity with each stroke. “She’s so fucking tight.” He continues thrusting violently, his claws snapping out and digging deep into the flesh of my hips.

His eyes take on a manic gleam, and he leans forward, his canines lengthening and piecing his lower lip as his control snaps. “Do you want my cum inside you, little one?” he asks, his voice a sinful rumble. “You’d look so pretty with a swollen belly. So pretty with my seed growing inside you.”

I try to choke out my dissent but can’t even breathe past Lir’s cock filling my mouth. Cyprien’s lips spread in a malicious smile, and his thrusts come faster, taking him close to the edge. “I think that’s what I’ll do. Make you into my little breeding bunny. Fill you with litter after litter and keep you here forever.”

My chest tightens as Cyprien lets out a deep groan, shoving his cock to the back of my pussy. He pulls my hips off the ground, the angle opening me up and allowing his cock to push even deeper inside me. Cyprien’s head falls back, an animalistic groan piercing the air as his cock pulses with his release. Thick ropes of cum shoot from the tip, the sheer volume causing his release to spill out of me and coat the furs beneath. He holds me there for several more minutes, making sure to keep his seed inside me for as long as possible .

“Much better,” he groans, leaning down to place gentle kisses along my abdomen. “So beautiful…”

Lir releases a growl above my head, thrusting his cock several more times before pulling it from my mouth entirely. I suck in lungfuls of air, not noticing Lir crawling down to my hips and pushing Cyprien away. His cock slips from me, and Lir crawls between my open thighs, brushing the head of his own against my cum-soaked entrance.

“Did you forget?” he whispers, his voice like cooled silk against my skin. “ You belong to both of us. ”

I moan as Lir’s cock presses inside me, a deep sigh resonating within my chest at the feeling of completeness it brings. Like Cyprien, he moves slowly at first, increasing the pace only when he knows I’m ready. The thread pulling us together vibrates in satisfaction, fueling the passion igniting between us.

My head falls back against the blankets as my release builds, thrusting me toward the edge of oblivion. I want it so much—more than anything I’ve ever wanted. I need this forever, constantly, for the rest of my life. I want to live in it. To build a new existence around it.

The depth of the need should terrify me, but when it feels this good, my better senses cease to exist. That, or I never had them in the first place.

“Let me fill you,” Lir groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Come with me, little one. Fucking soak my cock.”

At his words, I obey. Pleasure sparks behind my lids as a moan rips into the air, one I don’t even realize is mine until Cyprien captures it with his mouth. Lir’s cock throbs deep inside me, filling me the same way Cyprien had and turning me into a cum-soaked mess.

A roar echoes from Lir’s open mouth, and his eyes glow impossibly blue as the last of his release shudders from him. Keeping his cock inside me, he lowers in a similar way Cyprien had, placing gentle kisses along my lower belly.

“ Mine, ” he growls, tongue dragging against my skin. “ Mine. ”

“Yours,” I whisper, my lids heavy in the aftermath. I blink slowly, my senses returning as Lir’s cock slips from my pussy. I glance down in alarm, a shock of fear replacing the pleasure filling me just a moment ago.

Sensing this, Lir leans forward, cupping my face in his massive, clawed hand. “Don’t worry, little one. There’s no actual risk of breeding you, like someone insinuated.”

Cyprien makes a face but doesn’t argue. “It doesn’t mean I can’t try.”

I breathe a laugh, relief easing some of the weight crushing my chest. Cyprien leans down, peppering my face with kisses, brushing his palms across my shoulders like I’m made of something precious.

Against my will, my lids begin to droop. I’m so safe, so warm and cared for in this space—in their arms. And suddenly, taking a little nap with two demons sounds like a great idea.

I roll to my side as Lir crawls to my back, plastering his chest to my back before pulling a blanket over us. A clawed hand slides over my stomach, nails raking lightly against my skin. Purring, Cyprien dives beneath the blanket at my front, his eyes gleaming bright as he leans forward and gently kisses my forehead.

The bond hums in satisfaction as the demons hold me. Their hands explore my body, but this time, there’s nothing sexual about it. It’s more like they’re memorizing every dip and curve, happy to lose themselves in the feel of my skin beneath their palms.

In the back of my mind, alarm bells are ringing at full volume—but even still, they fail to pierce the thick fog of my mind. There’s nothing and nobody I could want more than this right here, and I’m worried that as soon as this little bubble bursts, I’ll never have it again.

So I close my eyes, and I pretend everything is fine. That when I wake, there will be no consequences for what we just did. That I’ll be okay.

But reality is rarely so kind.