Page 119 of Married to the Devil

The intimacy of it stuns me. His heart is beating against my insides.

But the tidal wave of newness, the feelings, even the pain, isn’t enough to stand against the rising of something ready to pull me under.

Pleasure.

My groan is guttural, and Stoneheart sighs in what must be relief before sinking deeper, so deep that his knot butts up against the rim of me.

When he withdraws, I try and follow with my hips, but slow at Stella’s body tightening around mine. Stoneheart surges forward and the dual nature of his heavy cock bottoming out and forcing me to do the same inside his wife has my release threatening to break free.

I tense enough to keep from coming, but it sharpens the feeling of Stoneheart’s invasion.

The experience is otherworldly and doesn’t end. We move in a rhythm dictated by the devil behind me and my reactions to him. He starts by fucking me slow and deep, but with each bottoming out it gets harder and harder to keep from climaxing.

My body must tattle on me because it gets more difficult for Stoneheart to force his way inside. Stella’s also nearly to her peak. She gasps and makes sounds with abandon as her husband’s actions fuck me into her.

“Mine,” Stoneheart moans into my hair.

I should be shaking my head, but my body isn’t my own. There’s no standing against him if he claims me, and would I even want to?

Stella moves against me, needing friction at the same time as it’s all too much and not enough.

Something deep in my chest shines bright under the debris of my doubt and each jarring moment of this shakes the obstacles of this connection away.

“I’m gonna come.” I don’t recognize it’s me saying the words until Stoneheart wraps his hand around my throat.

“Not yet,” he says with a threatening growl. “Say it.”

“What?” I ask. Nothing is making sense right now. The oncoming wave of release, my shaky will, or the blinding sensation building in my chest.

“You’re ours,” Stoneheart says.

Some self-preservation has my voice halting. What about this being the last night? What about doing what’s best for these two? I can’t possibly be selfish enough to give in just to grasp the brightness that connects the three of us.

“Please, Ben,” Stella begs.

Our hearts pulse in time, and my soul refuses to give this up. The word falls from my lips in a croak. “Yours.”

And the world shatters.

Everything in my body seizes, and Stella cries out as she accepts my claim and my seed.

Stoneheart growls in victory as his cock kicks inside of me, and I’m filled with his heat.

We become one.

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STELLA

“I wasn’t supposedto come inside her,” Ben says. It’s the first thing he’s said since agreeing with Stoneheart that he’s ours in the heat of the moment.

He’s been a little out of it since then.

Stoneheart had cleaned the two of us up and ushered us to the soaking pool, takeout boxes and all. He’s kept close to Ben, gently stroking his wet hair which makes the demon’s eyes close in soft enjoyment, stopping to make him take bites of food.

I watch them with interest as I eat my own beef and broccoli. Every so often Stoneheart’s tail wraps around my ankle under the steamy water as if taking comfort that I’m here and not wanting me to feel left out.

I don’t.

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