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Annie

Finally having Theo inside me is like nothing I have ever experienced.

The connection between us burns like a fuse, sparking and crackling between our bodies.

My back arches, and I nearly scream his name as he gasps mine.

Ben has a tight grip on my legs, but Theo’s hands quickly find my hips, and he buries his cock so deep in me, I can no longer breathe.

When he starts to pull back, I nearly beg him not to leave me empty, but then his hips slam against mine, filling me again. I shudder with satisfaction.

“Harder,” Ben murmurs, and Theo obliges, his fingertips digging ruthlessly into my hips as he continues to fuck me. With my hands behind my back, slung over Ben’s shoulder, I am completely at their mercy. I have never been helpless before, but this feels so good I do not ever want it to end.

“Theo!” I manage to cry. “Please, please, please…do not stop…” My voice trails off as he buries himself in me again.

“Fuck, Annie, you’re so tight and perfect,” he moans.

“Being a good girl too,” Ben says, with an edge in his voice. “She’s taking you so well, but I need a taste now.” Theo slows his movements, then withdraws, and a spark of anger and desperation shoots through me, like it did in the car.

“No!” I snarl. “No, Theo! I need you. Can you see how badly I need you?” I wriggle, trying to get free from Ben’s grasp so I can find Theo again, but he holds on tighter, and I feel the sting of a hard slap on my buttocks.

“Hush, Annie,” says Ben, laughter and threats both dancing through his voice. “Let me see how you two taste, and then you can have him back.” Theo’s faint moans and the soft noises of Ben sucking him off drift down to my ears, but it only makes me struggle harder.

“Annie, if you don’t stop, you’re gonna find yourself in a very unfortunate situation,” Ben warns.

I do not care anymore. I need one of them.

Both of them. I make noises that I am almost ashamed of as I fight Ben’s grip, then suddenly he stands up and drops me into the couch, face down, with my ass still in the air and knees beneath me.

The rosary beads dig into my wrists, but the ache of it sends me deeper into my frenzy.

I need more. More pressure, more pain, more torture, more of anything they want to give me. I will take it.

“You wanna fight me?” Ben growls, crouching down and taking a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back so I have to look him in the eye. “Alright, have it your way. Theo, fuck her until she’s about to come, but don’t let her.”

I look up to see a wanton grin on Theo’s face. He kneels behind me on the couch, teasing me with the tip of his cock, then I feel another slap across my ass. I lean back, trying to get him inside me again, but he edges away.

“Fuck, she’s so needy,” he mutters. “I love this.”

“Just wait,” Ben says. He removes his pants, but keeps the black shirt and clerical collar, then sits on the couch beside my head and slides over so my face is in his lap. “You’re going to suck my cock now, Annie, and if you do it good enough, Theo will let you come. Understand?”

I nod and fumble to get my mouth on him while he pulls my hair into a tight grip to guide me.

It is a good thing I do not technically need to breathe in this body, because his cock hits the back of my throat at the same time Theo roughly thrusts back inside me.

I cannot make a sound except a low groan that never makes it past my lips.

“Do you…have to…keep the collar on?” Theo pants, and I raise my eyes to see Ben smiling.

“Don’t tell me you never wanted to fuck your own personal demon while watching her suck off a priest.”

“Can’t say that was on my list, no.” Theo laughs breathlessly, but I think he likes it more than he is letting on, because he fucks me harder, gripping my waist so tight I think he might leave bruises.

I let out another deep moan, and Ben echoes it, so I do it over and over, every time Theo’s hips collide with mine.

Even with my hands tied behind me, I somehow manage to find a rhythm that elicits the unholiest of noises from all three of us.

Each time I get too loud, however–too close to my release–Theo slows and pulls out, deepening my agitated state.

It is just as excruciating as it is erotic, and my entire being might as well be aflame.

“Please!” I groan around Ben’s cock after the fifth time Theo has jerked me back from the brink. “Please, Theo, I need…I need…”

“You need to make him come in your mouth, Annie, before you get anything from me,” Theo says, his voice full of command that makes me need him even more–deeper, harder, faster. Anything .

Luckily for me, Ben cannot seem to hold out any longer. He seizes my head, pushing me down, and his release shoots into the back of my throat, then across my tongue as I clamp my lips around his cock. The whimpering sound he makes pushes me further toward the edge.

When his grip on me loosens and his body relaxes, Theo grabs my hair and yanks me back.

It hurts, but I want more. I am on my knees now, with one of his arms around my waist, the other on my throat.

He pulls my chin around and his mouth finds mine.

The exchange is sloppy, needy, hurried, and Ben gives a satisfied sigh as his cum drips down Theo’s chin and onto my breasts, now barely contained in the thin tank top I cannot make disappear.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” he moans. “I can die happy now. Annie, do you think you’ve been a good girl?” He is leaning back, unbuttoning his shirt and watching while Theo holds us both upright, braced on the back of the couch, still fucking me so hard that my eyes roll back and I can barely think.

All I can manage to do is gasp, “Yes, Ben.”

“Theo?” he says casually. Theo responds by pausing for a moment, his ragged breaths brushing the outside of my ear. I try to move my own body, to continue the sweet, delicious movement sending me into a tailspin, but he holds me firmly, his cock poised to pull out if I so much as breathe wrong.

“She did take both of us with her hands tied behind her back,” he laughs, grazing the side of my neck with his teeth.

Every muscle in my body clenches as I let out soft, whining breaths, begging them both with my eyes if not my voice.

Ben lifts himself up, pulls his shirt and clerical collar off, then moves over so I am trapped between them.

He grabs me by the jaw, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“Do you know what you did wrong, Annie?” he asks, voice low and heady.

“I-I tried to get Theo to fuck me while you were gone.”

“You didn’t trust me,” he murmurs, nipping at my lower lip. “You didn’t think I was coming back, and you were so needy, you just couldn’t wait. You aren’t going to do that again, are you?”

“No, Ben.”

“I’ll always come back to you. Both of you. So, Annie, you either take both of us, or neither of us. Understand me?”

“Yes, love,” I whisper. He presses against me, holding my body firmly between his and Theo’s as his mouth meets mine.

Theo lets out a soft sigh in my ear, then plants a few soft kisses on my shoulder before Ben pulls him up.

Their lips lock together beside my cheek, and I c annot imagine anything more than this.

I cannot imagine anything better, or more beautiful, or so perfectly made for me; the creature I am now, who feels loved for the first time in all her centuries of existence.

Loved –something I never thought I could be.

Something I did not think was meant for me.

Something that ignites a spark so deep inside my body, I can no longer contain it.

A loud rushing sound fills my ears, coming from the shadows that have begun to swirl and churn around my hands, face, and back.

I cannot control them, just as I could not control when my claws appeared in the car, but now I think I understand what my magic truly wants.

I understand why it has hidden itself in moments when I experience the rawness of human emotions.

“Annie?” Theo asks warily. “What’s going on?”

“Do not be afraid,” I whisper. “My magic. It wants me to be known, to be seen…to be loved, for exactly what I am.”

“I don’t understand…” Ben mutters. The shadows begin to coalesce around my body, forming into deadly claws at my fingertips, then into a pair of sleek, black rams’ horns that curl around my face.

Finally, they form into a long, black tail, capped with a pointed barb, which sprouts from my lower back and wraps itself slowly around Theo’s waist, tugging him closer to me.

“ Holy fuck ,” he whispers.

Ben reaches out to grip his shoulder, steadying him. “It’s alright, osito . Safe, right, Annie?”

“Yes,” I answer as Ben runs his fingers over my horns, then down my body and over the base of my tail.

“No goat hooves?” he asks with a grin, and I give a breathless laugh.

“Please, Theo, do not be afraid of me,” I murmur, turning my head to try and look at him.

His vice grip on my body has loosened, and he does not answer immediately, but the connection between us still burns and sparks like a livewire.

Finally, his hand snakes back around my throat and his lips graze the top of my shoulder.

“I’m not, Annie, ” he whispers, and he slowly begins moving his hips again, his hard cock filling me again and pushing a loud moan from my mouth.

“Good,” Ben growls, “because this is so fucking hot.” With a hungry smile, he grips the front of my tank top with both hands and tears it open to expose the rest of me. His teeth sink into the side of my breast and I cry out, but he does not stop, and neither does Theo.

They devour me–their fingers and teeth marking every inch of my body.

Pressed between them, bound and helpless, I can do nothing but watch and breathe and beg them not to stop.

With every spark of pain, every wave of pleasure, every kiss and thrust and whispered word of praise, they push me closer to what feels like madness.

Surely, there will be no returning from this.

Surely, their touch has burned away everything I was, leaving me raw and reborn.

Ben seems to sense when I am on the precipice, but this time he directs Theo to keep going, then grabs my jaw and kisses me hard.

“You want to come now, sweet Annie?” he rasps into my mouth as his hand drifts down to rub my clit.

“ Please ,” is all I can say. Theo’s hands wrap around my horns and he uses them to jerk my head back as he thrusts into me again.

Then, his movements become absolutely torturous, slowly sliding his cock all the way out and reentering, again and again, allowing me to feel every inch of him every time.

My tail is still wrapped around his waist, but when I attempt to use it to direct his pace, he pulls out and growls a rough warning in my ear.

He will only fuck me again when I loosen the tail and allow him to retake control.

My low whines turn to whimpers, then moans, and when they finally release me, it feels almost the same as my flight out of Hell.

I am soaring, burning, and rising all at once, seeing things I have never seen before as I climb.

Finally, I burst through the barrier between worlds, bathed in soft s unlight.

Theo and I fall sideways together, his face buried in the back of my neck as he comes too.

He whispers my name over and over, like a penance or a prayer, and we lie there tangled up in each other, my tail swishing softly over his hip, the barb gently teasing up and down his spine.

After a minute, the rosary beads around my wrists loosen and he pulls them away, dropping them onto the floor.

I roll to face him and he opens his eyes.

Blue, like the sky on a clear day. Blue, like the lake at the park.

Blue, like the flowers he calls forget-me-nots.

He runs his thumb over the curve of one of my horns, over my cheek, and over my lips.

Then, he kisses me, and I am lost again.

Lost, until I feel it inside him: a glimmer, an opening, an emotion. Something real and raw and new. Something not muddled by sadness or loss. Something powerful beyond comprehension.

A horrifying voice echoes from the back of my mind. Take him, it commands.

“No,” I whisper out loud.

Theo’s eyes flutter back open, and he looks at me with a strange expression. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

I can feel her claws. The demon. The part of me I have held back all these weeks.

The creature that has somehow separated from what I am now—Annoth’zagoz of the Seventh Tower.

She tears through me, ravaging and raging, scenting Theo’s weakness, and my own.

She wants to take him, use him, hurt him.

She wants to make him hurt Ben. She will destroy everything I have come to care about.

“No!” I whimper, and try to scramble away from Theo, but she seizes me by the throat. “No, please, do not hurt him! Theo…no…”

“Ben!” Theo shouts, grabbing my shoulders.

“Ben, something’s wrong!” They are both beside me, but Annoth reaches through my human body, and I cannot fight her.

I take Theo’s sweet face in my hands as the blackness of her fury closes in on the edges of my vision.

I love you, I try to say, but she will not allow me to speak the words I desperately need them to hear. I love you both so much .

“Please forgive me,” is all I can whisper before everything goes dark.