Page 53 of Cry for Help

Malphas’s fingers twitched in my hair, and he let out a low moan, and as I sucked the length of his cock, focusing on the angry head, his hips jerked and began to rock.

I was naked, kneeling on the floor in front of Malphas. I opened my eyes, looking up at him. His head was tilted back, his blond hair stuck to his forehead, as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

It felt good to watch Malphas come undone.

I hadn’t forgotten Caim. Until that moment, the horned demon had seemed content to watch. As I glanced over, I saw that Caim had removed his clothes, stroking his cock from root to tip as he watched us. His eyes darkened as they met him, andhe moved closer.

Malphas, sensing the movement, seemed to move in tandem as Caim knelt behind me. He reached forward, his hand brushing over my stomach and between my legs, as he positioned my body—opening my legs to expose my pussy.

My mouth was full of Malphas’s cock, drool leaking from the corners of my lips as I tried to fit his expansive member in my mouth. Malphas paused as Caim lifted my hips until I was no longer kneeling but bent over at the waist as I sucked Malphas. I couldn’t ask what was happening, but that added to the thrill of it. I wanted Caim as much as I wanted Malphas.

With one swift movement, Caim lifted my leg exposing my core as Malphas continued to fuck my mouth. My body was suspended by the two demons, as Caim slid inside of me. My pussy stretching to accommodate his size.

I squirmed, exhaling though my nose as I tried to adjust.

I was that experience, but even I knew a cock wasn’t meant to feel likethat. There were ridges where there shouldn’t have been, though the skin was smooth and he stretched me so deliciously.

When Caim shifted his hips, and I felt a nub at the base of his cock run against my cliterous. Iknew.

His cock was exactly like the dildo I had found. He hadn’t been joking.

My eyes rolled back in my head as Caim thrust faster, harder, and deeper, the fat head of his cock slamming against my cervix in a way that should have been painful but sent me wild.

Malphas’s thrusts grew jagged, he pulled free from my lips, holding his cock to my face as he continued to rub the angry member.

“I’m going to fucking paint you.” He growled.

His voice was enough to send me over the edge, and my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave.

As Malphas was true to his word, and painted my face white.

Chapter Fourteen

I’d lived in the Sandy Village Correctional Facility in Nevada for a decade. Set in the arid desert, on a single-track road, as far from civilization as you could get.

As such, I knew what a vulture was. I’d seen them before and felt a kinship with their kind—and their association with death.

The bird stood in the window, it’s impressive wingspan struggling to fit through the frame as it smeared blood on the painted wood. I clenched my fists, holding back the desire to help the creature lest I lose a finger.

The vulture was the largest I’d ever seen, it’s pale neck bent oddly. It tipped back its head and let out a strange cry, it’s beady eye staring into mine.

It was up there among the top ten weirdest moments of my life.

Caim and Malphas stirred under the blanket, awakened by the vulture's call. Caim sat up, his red eyes bleary. As the world came into focus, he grinned, reaching out to touch my face. To move a tendril of knotted hair behind my ear.

The vulture let out another pained wheeze, and Malphas shot straight up. He jumped out of bed, naked and unashamed, whirling to face the giant bird.

“Murmur.” Malphas’s voice cracked. “Fuck, what happened to you? Transform, dammit. You can’t fit in here with that damn wingspan.”

The vulture sagged, his large talons losing grip on the window frame. Malphas cursed again, rushing forward andgrabbing the bird in a tight hug. He pinned its wings to its body as carefully as possible and maneuvered the bird into the room.

The vulture sprawled on the carpet, its chest rising and falling so quickly I worried it would pass out.

“Murmur?” I signed, my thoughts catching up with me. When neither demon responded, I realized their attention wasn’t on me to see my sign language.

I was on a slippery slope. Caim and Malphas had already heard my voice. They knew what my scream could do but didn’t know much more. It would be so easy to just... Speak.

“That’s Murmur?” My voice was raspy from disused.

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