Page 4 of Shared with the Hellhounds (Halloween Temptation #4)

Seth

" W hat do I need to do?" This is going to be worth the risk and change my life forever...or it'll be a mistake that costs me my life. I don't care either way. "And what are your names?"

The spirits look toward each other. It's almost a comical sight while snapping and snuffling at each other, seemingly unable to answer.

"The old king," one says.

"The summoner king?"

They both nod to each other and turn to me, finally naming themselves. "Dantalion. Malphas. The names granted us last we were summoned forth."

They're talking about King Solomon. One of the most powerful summoners to ever exist. The witch who practically founded the craft of conjuration.

Dantalion and Malphas snap and snarl along the protective barrier, but all those teeth take the shape of a smile. A shiver races down my spine as they point all those pointy edges at me.

"Make an offering," Dantalion whispers.

"Give us tribute," Malphas murmurs.

Their teeth may be sharp, but their hushed words are soft and dipped in honey. Everything they say sounds so sweet. My dull teeth ache, and my stomach growls in kind.

"A sacrifice," they speak in unison. Only then, with their voices united, do their words rise in volume. They become louder than the stormy might of wind and rain battering against the windowpane.

"Surrender, witch. Spill thy seed upon the circle 'round to birth us into your world."

They want me to jack off? No way. I swallow down a sudden lump in my throat. Semen was never on the essential list of ingredients for conjuration. "I've never heard of that being part of the ritual."

In fact, they've explicitly instructed against it. Summoning circles must always be empty. To leave room for what you call forth...and to make sure you don't accidentally leave yourself open to possession.

"Little familiars for little witches." The hellhound's combined voice explains. "Rules. Restrictions. Lies . They want you to summon only what is safe and easy. They keep from you what is yours by right."

My dorm room has become impossibly warm. I can feel my clothes drying while I'm still wearing them. I tug on the starchy collar of my shirt, undoing a button to make it a little easier to breathe.

"They won't share the secrets of pleasure magic. Or the power in blood magic. Not yet, for your fellow little witches. Never, for you."

Their smiles grow bigger, and words drip sweeter, as their voices break off into two again.

"But you, Seth Grimshaw, are no simple witch."

"You are special."

That's the first compliment I've gotten since embracing my magical heritage. And, let's be real, it's probably the only nice thing anyone is ever going to say to me.

"A spawn of Lilith, yes, same as all witches, but your bloodline...broken. And bettered by it. Your ancestors consorted with demons. The power of Hell is yours to command."

"W-what?" I shake my head. "You're lying to me."

I've accepted I'm a witch, but I'm having a hard time believing I have something demonic running through my genome too.

"The circle compels us. We speak the truth. Why else do they mock you? Among humans, you were an outcast for being a witch. With the witches, you are an outcast for being hellspawn. They all fear you."

It's such a bitter truth to swallow...and yet the aftertaste is pure sweetness.

Their fiery gazes expand, engulfing their whole bodies.

"Spill thy seed across the circle and we may pass into this world with flesh in place of fur.

Your life shall bring us to life. For as long as you breathe, so will we.

You will be ours, mate, and we will be yours.

Faithful and true. Loyal and trusty. We will protect.

Guide you. Serve you. Please you. We bring forth with us hellfire to burn all who would do you harm. "

The brilliant fire engulfing their wolfish forms goes from a toasty reddish orange to stark blazing blue: the hottest temperature.

"Prove thyself worthy of such devotion."

I know what must be done...I know what they want from me. There's nothing to stop me from taking this risk. If these pureblood witches won't accept me as I am, then I'll take Dantalion and Malphas. I'll use them to forge myself a place here.

Even if I have to do it under the threat of burning it all down.

With sweat beading along the nape of my neck and my face flushed pink, I take off my clothes. My shirt, my trousers, and my underwear all pool on the floor. My dick is already half-hard before I take myself in hand.

I kneel before the circle. Dantalion and Malphas watch me, still in their monstrous forms. They're still trapped. Only by spilling my seed will they be released into the world. I close my eyes and try not to think about their teeth or fur as I touch myself.

My cock plumps to full hardness. I'm enjoying this. A sudden rush of adrenaline pounds through my veins. My head feels light. I feel powerful rather than helpless as I tug on my cock.

Harder. Faster.

My hand feels like it's flying as I push myself closer and closer to climax.

A bead of slick drips from the slit of my cockhead. I catch it with my thumb and rub it along my shaft, helping to ease the friction as my palm slides over my prick. Again and again. My thighs ache from my kneeling position.

"Yes, Seth. Such a good boy. Pull on your pretty prick."

I bite down on my bottom lip. A little too hard because a copper taste bursts along my tongue and a metallic smell fills my nose. I don't stop. I won't stop. I lick the blood off my lips and swallow the taste as I follow their instructions.

There's a twist of magic in the air. It grows bigger the more I touch myself.

Is this the forbidden magic my professors have been keeping a secret from me? I'll discover the truth myself...and I'll prove them all wrong about me too. I'm a real witch and I'll have not one, but two familiars to prove it.

A moan leaps out of my throat as I imagine it. I won't be alone anymore. With them at my side, nobody will ever say or do anything unkind to me ever again.

"Let us see you. Hear you," they coax and coddle. "Let us...have a taste of you."

I'm trying to be quiet, but my heart races. Breathy pants leave my lips as I selfishly pleasure myself. Close. I'm so close. My balls twitch and my stomach muscles tighten. The magic in the air hums.

I let out another desperate moan that turns into a strangled cry.

"Let it out, little witch, and let us in."

I crack my eyes open and sneak a peek at their shadowy forms. They look more man than beast now, even if they're still covered in ashy fur and roaring fire. But they both stand on two legs, their teeth sharp and eyes burning as they witness the peak of my pleasure.

With my hand still tight around my cock, I aim toward the circle as I ride out my climax. With my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth slack, I give myself a few final tugs.

This is it. No going back. No stopping it.

Please. That's all I think as I force myself to come. Please.

As I spill my seed across the chalk-lined floor, the circle breaks, and the fireplace roars twice as strong with light and warmth.

As I open my eyes and let go of my softening prick, I find two very tall, very muscular, and very naked men standing before me.

Their cocks aren't soft at all. They're at full hardness, the tips of their erections curled toward the flat stomachs and the veins bulging along their shafts.

I swallow hard and redirect my gaze upward.

They stare down at me while I peer at their faces.

Their skin is deeply, beautifully tanned.

As if the sun baked their chiseled manly forms. I think they're twins at first, but the longer I look at their features, I realize that's not quite right.

They're not twins, not even brothers, but they've been shaped from the same mold.

Or drawn from the same idea.

Like an artist tried to draw someone from memory, but the little details weren't quite right.

Still, they're breathtaking. Dark eyed. Dark-haired. Burly beards. With sharp jawlines and thick throats. Downy hair all over their arms, legs, and happy trails. I'm staring at their cocks again. I blush deeply, still kneeling before them.

"Why...why do you look like that?" I can't help but ask.

Only one of them answers, because the other is reaching down to grab me. "We take the shape you find most pleasing."

I'm hoisted onto my feet. Their fingers feel like steel wrapped around my upper arms.

"You are fated to us. We are fated to you."

"Our little witch."

I don't know who is who. Which one is Dantalion and which one is Malphas.

"W-wait," I try to say, but there's no stopping this. Once they're touching me, I lean into it. Their hands are so warm.

"The summoning is complete, but the mating has just begun."

They both smile at me this time. Those smiles are as gorgeous and as damning as the rest of them.

"You spilled your seed for us."

"Now, we fill you with our seed."