Page 37 of Dark Souls Academy: The Sacrifice

“Cool it with the murder eyes, my Dreamgirl. I read it in the journals Dex had. I’ve never been with a Succubus besides you.”

I melted and purred, letting my muscles relax. “Good.”

I didn’t want to think about Dex with other Succubus Demons either, but he grew up in what was basically a whore house. I couldn’t hold it against him. He looked for his Queen all his life and needed to feed. Yet, a trickle of jealousy still pinched my intestines. I pushed those thoughts away because as a possessive mate, it would only lead to a killing spree.

I sauntered around the broken bed, trailing my fingers through the slick mess that dripped from my pussy lips. Trigger groaned in anticipation, his body wriggling slightly like a dog waiting for a treat. Dex had a sad expression on his face like Trigger had gotten a gift and he didn’t.

I pressed my finger against Trigger’s lips. “Only one.” He listened moaning at the flavor in his mouth. Before he was ready to release my finger, I snatched it away and gave the other one to Dex. Even knowing that I told Trigger to only clean one finger he was still surprised as I gave him the other. He probably felt my hint of jealousy through the bond. Oops. I needed to be more careful. I would never blame Dex for feeding. He only could feed off me now because of our bond, but before he was a slave to his hunger.

He greedily sucked on my finger, swirling his tongue around the tip, and letting go. Images of his new long as a snake tongue doing that to my clit had me pulling away with a groan. These men were going to kill me.

“Now, I want you both inside of me. Put those angry looking erections to good use,” I said barely keeping myself composed despite the lust overwhelming me.

Before I could even finish, Dex’s voice cut through the air. “Dibs on the ass.”

I snorted when Trigger glared at him like he was going to steal his first-born child. “Don’t try to one up an Envy and Pride Demon. I’ll rip your cock off, sex boy.”

Dex covered his junk. His face went pale. He slightly shifted away as he spoke. “You next?” Dex used his phrase that he always said when someone had what he wanted. His words were like waving a white flag in front of Trigger’s face.

“Better,” Trigger growled, his eyes narrowing with a wicked gleam. I knew that hunger—Trigger’s demon was determined to outshine Dex. They both needed to feed. Trigger from me and Dex from my energy. The thought of us all being sated made me want to agree to whatever he proposed.

His body morphed and grew. Just like Bones, he wasn’t a shifter, so in the blink of an eye, Trigger’s demon was in front of me. His skin was dark as night, but he had red stripes randomly along his skin. His horns were also black and huge as they curved around his head. Those teeth that gleamed in the light from his smile were razor sharp. Everything about him was bigger with more muscle. I gulped. These men were trying to break my vagina.

“Fine, sex boy. Then, I get to fuck your delicious pussy in my demon form.” Trigger’s voice rumbled, deep and resonant, sending shivers through my entire body as his eyes devoured me. I gulped again. Taking him in this form would be a challenge, but him and Dex. Shit, they were going to break me.

Despite my trepidation, I nodded. “Let’s do this.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

DEX

Being a Sex Demon in a large mating group suited me perfectly. I could feed until I blacked out, but I preferred my Queen’s addictive taste. We were made for each other. No one else could satisfy me like her.

“Where do you want me?” I asked Trigger’s demon just to be safe. My demon was the lowest ranking of the group, so I had to be careful I didn’t push their demons too much. I secretly liked the orders they gave anyway.

His massive form was intimidating. Her body was built for sex, so I doubted he could do any real harm, but the worry lingered. Surprisingly, no jealousy stirred within me, only raw excitement.

I may not be able to be intimate with men anymore because of my trauma, but these fuckers were gorgeous, and I could feed off them since they were connected to Ivy. Even if they didn’t taste as good. Sucking up their energy would keep me alive. It was reassuring. Both my Queen and I would be okay, no matter what.

“Lay down. And let my Dreamgirl, climb on top and sink onto your dick.” The rumble of his voice had my mate’s eyes dilating.

I eagerly laid down and Ivy moved to follow me, but Trigger stopped her. “Spit on his dick, mate. He’s been a naughty demon trying to outdo me.”

A shiver ran down my spine. The thought of her doing that had me on the edge, and she hadn’t even touched me yet.

My Queen gripped my base and without hesitation spit beautifully on the head. Once the wet warmth hit me, my cock jerked.

“Again. Make sure he’s wet,” Trigger ordered. His hand gripped her hair before shoving her toward me, removing the space between them.

We all knew it didn’t matter. My dick leaked moisture to amplify the pleasure for my Queen. I still approved of the order, though. It was sexy as fuck. The sound of herhawk-thouingall over my cock had my toes curling. I wanted to rub my slick all over her in return, but that could be another day. I was eager to see how this turned out.

“Good, now, climb on that cock, facing me. Let him use your ass as a cock warmer.” Both Ivy and I shivered at his words. The crazy mother fucker was like a sex-demon whisperer. Our demons liked it dirty. We liked to be praised, but a hint of degradation was like Viagra.

I grabbed her hips when she straddled me. Her plump ass was so perfect. I needed to bite it next time. Oooh. Or slap it until it was beautifully red. Lining her up with my cock, I almost blacked out as her puckered whole began swallowing me.

“Shit.” I couldn’t stop my groans and moans. They got worse as she sunk down. Who thought of this idea because it wasn’t a good one? My load was about to ruin this moment. Her foot slipped and her hole tightened on me with her fear.Damn, mother fucking, tight. Think of something else. Old turds, dead people, what the fuck do you think about when you don’t want to come. Isn’t that the whole point?

I think about baseball. Hating the sport always makes my control better.I winced at Alaric’s voice in my head. I just said all that through the bond. Wonderful.

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