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Can't say I've ever craved a mouthful of potatoes right after waking up, but I do so anyways without using any utensils to get them in there, and then I go for Rush’s mouth.

He sucks my tongue into his, moaning as he cleans it.

It's absolutely filthy and disgusting and I hate every bit of it, but he doesn't, so I guess this is part of my life now.

Leo whimpers, and I have to pull away from Rush to take care of him. “Is she going to give you what you need Leo? Or am I?”

“Only you, my mate. My perfect one. My everything. Please, let me show you my devotion. If it makes you feel better, we gave her your nipples.”

I tut at the both of them as I look over the mess on the table. “I have to know, how did you get her to sound so real? I was convinced I was coming out here to kneecap at least two people.”

Rush is staring down at his crotch with his pants still up, thrusting his hips against the air as if he's imagining thrusting into the mashed potato woman on the table. Goddess, I'm going to hate myself after this.

“Wil, I'm going to need another hair wash after this.”

I pull off my clothes and climb onto that table, making sure my pelvis lands right where the mashed potato woman's is. The squish of it against my skin is part fucking nasty and part cold mashed potatoes on my skin, but the look in Rush’s eye says this is going to be well worth my time.

“Holy fuck, you have no idea how hot this is.” Rush’s hands are fluttering above me trying to figure out where to start, until Leo offers him a hand in assistance.

With linked hands, they pat the potatoes around me until I am Mashed Potato Woman, and then Rush eagerly scrambles between my legs to lap at me. His demon tongue snakes all the way inside me, thrashing around inelegantly, aiming to accrue the most damage at once.

I guess it makes sense he could do the voice, that his tongue can change a bit. I wasn't sure how I'd feel getting fucked by him in his demon form, but actually it's quite nice. He has some minor shape shifting abilities, so it feels like the first time with him.

He's muttering obscenities and crying real tears as he cleans off my inner thighs of potato, then turns around to Leo to share.

By the time the necessary bits are free and clear, Spencer has the forethought off getting a damp washcloth to throw it to Rush, so that he can wipe off the potato mess from his dick before shoving it inside of me.

That is not role play I will be participating in, thank you. No further questions.

Beneath me, underneath all the potato mess and the ruined potato woman, the table itself seems to be crying out in pleasure for being used so crudely.

Cries of, ‘ yes !’, and, ‘ more!’ echo under us as Rush starts thrusting into my body.

He's so worked up that it's actually kind of doing it for me, so I decide to ride this out for everything it's worth.

Maybe it's not my kink, but if it gets him this excited, and we're doing it in a safe space, then who am I to deny him? He's got his hands buried next to me in the pile of potatoes and he's kneading it under my ass as he moves his hips, his eyes once again ensconced in flames.

I can't look away from him, and maybe I should be surprised by how different it feels for him to take me in his full demon form, but there are definitely some things he did not prepare me for.

Like for example, when he gets himself so deep inside of me and his eyes are burning, literally, and his hips seem to be locked still as something within him probes into me. I shouldn't be able to feel my cervix being breached, but here we are.

A very narrow part of him sneaks past it and works its way into my uterus itself, and I've never been more grateful for the fact that I can control my own fertility.

Because I know exactly what he's doing. He's locking us together while he comes deeper inside of me than anybody has any business being.

“Oh my fuck, is he trying to breed you? I don't think my balls can handle how hot that is,” Spencer pants as he gets closer to us, miraculously ignoring everything else happening. The typical male brain, everybody.

I can't look away from Rush, though. A part of him is a little vulnerable letting me see him like this, being taken by him when he's in this state. He's not trying to hide his true nature in any way, shape, or form, and that in and of itself softens me more towards him.

I can actually feel each burst of cum as he puts it exactly where he wants it to be, and then he starts thrusting again in tiny but precise thrusts that have him grunting and groaning which I promise is way sexier than it sounds.

It. Does. Not. Stop.

The longer he stares at me and continues to come inside of me, the more my legs start to shake until he's setting off an orgasm within me that has my whole body clenching down on him, which in turn just makes him go off even more.

This continues until my stomach is slightly swollen from the amount of cum that he's shot off inside my body. I'm a curvy girl and my stomach is far from being flat, but when I reach down to it it's definitely doughier than normal.

Yep, new kink unlocked.

“Sorry Delaney, I can't make it stop. Shouldn't be much longer,” Rush says between gritted teeth. “Leo, get underneath her. Need to have you both. Need to mark you both. You're both mine.”

The more he demons out, the fewer words he's using to communicate, and the harsher his voice gets.

Leo does not need to be told twice. He unplasters me quickly from the table, using the sticky remnants on my backside to keep me in place on top of him, and then Rush is reaching between my legs to start stretching me out so he can notch Leo against me.

Poor Wil, he's going to be completely traumatized by this. What is this, the third time?

When they both finally get fully seated inside of me, Rush loses his ever-loving mind and yells out as the most intense orgasm I've ever felt locks up my entire body.

I don't even notice the mashed potatoes caked on me anymore, because my stomach is squishy and I'm so stuffed full of lust that my magic practically leaps off of me and into Rush.

I feel the burn of the claim, linking us together for the rest of our lives. I'm pretty sure I'm getting the good end of the deal if I'm going to get this on the regular. I decide right then and there to stop resisting a wedding. This is low-key spectacular.

His lust is also delicious. It's flowing against my skin like silk, seeping into it, and making me full and completely woozy. I'm pretty sure cum drunk is a good look on me, but I'll check back in later.

Spencer is ready with the demon leash so that Rush won't be able to disappear this time, and look, I'm never the girl that passes out immediately after sex.

I actually hate that trope. It's ridiculous to think that that's necessary to do in every scene in a book.

But I'm thinking that demon cum must have some sort of element to it that makes me just want to pass the fuck out, because the room is spinning and I can't stop smiling, even as I’m carried to the shower.

The second time I wake up for the day, I've got a demon and a gargoyle wrapped around me, and I feel so damn content.

I may have a table full of glitter and construction paper to contend with, a unicorn to (hopefully) amicably separate from, and likely a huge, starchy mess to clean up in the kitchen, but I'm done collecting my mates.

I've lured them all to me, and even though some of them are currently vapor outside my window somewhere, I'm optimistic that today is the day I get them back. Tomorrow's the day we'll go home, and Fairygoddess will be dealt with, unable to make us do anything else for her.

I’ll still help make this realm happy, because I said I would; but the urgency is lost, because I found my mates. The strength of my goddess's magic has a greater claim on me than that of Fairygoddess Unicorn, and I find that I feel…relief.

My right arm is clear. No more dark veins, one less false mark.

I'm going be sad for a little bit that Saladriel and I aren't going to work out because I've spent so many days thinking of what our days together might look like, but not even that can dim how good it feels to have confidence in knowing that all of my soulmates are bonded to me.

I feel like I could probably take on anything right now and succeed, because I’ll never be alone again, I’ll never have to deal with my magic spinning out of control and kickstarting orgies unless it’s a paid gig, and I will always have somebody to spend time with. That’s pretty fucking cool.

“Uh Delaney? There's somebody at the door. Two somebodies, in fact. I wanted to keep letting you sleep, but they're being pretty insistent. They claim to be Zac’s parents?”

Saladriel’s voice disappears and then he immediately comes back and pops his head in the door, a grimace on his pretty face. “Also, they claim to know the real reason this realm is being poisoned. Hope you didn't have plans today because I think you're gonna be pretty busy. Oh, also—”

I scream into the pillow.

So much for today being the day all my new and temporary dreams come true.