Page 201 of Evil Hearts

Epilogue

Zenith

“Oh fuck, rightthere!” I cry as Leander holds my hips in a vice-like grip with his claspers.

My mothman shifts, lifting one leg into a lunge to get a deeper angle as he pounds into me with his long cock. Sparks of pleasure dance up and down my spine as he bashes at my cervix. Octavius kneels in front of me, buck naked but covering his cock. His cheeks are slightly pink from embarrassment, and it trails down his neck onto his bare chest. He’s basically devoid of hair anywhere on his body except his head, and it’s kinda hot, especially when we play with wax. Even though we’ve already fucked more than a dozen times, there is always a hesitancy with exposing himself for the first time in a session.

I bat at his hands, nearly toppling myself over, and they drop from his delicious cock. The barbells make my mouth water like one of Pavlov’s dogs. Lunging forward, I capture half of his length in one go, moaning at the silky texture of his skin studded with metal against my tongue. Octavius strokes my hair before digging his fingers into my curls and holding on.

“You undo me,” my lich breathes.

“Enough with the poetry, more fucking please. I’m getting bored,” Dante calls from across the room. A smirk ever present on his lips.

He looks good on that Saint Andrew’s cross, his cock standing proud and leaking onto the floor. Maybe I’ll make him lick the puddle up when I’m done with my other soulmates.

Octavius thrusts into the back of my mouth and hits my throat. I swallow down a gag and glare up at him as my eyes water. He offers a tired little smile and a shrug of one shoulder; a calm confidence to him that was hard to cultivate biting me right in the ass. I growl around his length, ripping a moan from deep in his chest.

Leander’s hand comes down on my ass with a sharppop.

“You look so good taking his cock, Zenith, now suck it,” my once tentative mothman says as he resumes his punishing pace to absolutely ruin me.

My eyes roll back as I comply, sucking Octavius’s cock with languid little pulls of my hollowed cheeks, just the way he likes, while Leander works his magic on my needy little cunt.

“Gods damned and burned, I can fucking see you dripping onto the sheet,” Dante hisses, bucking against the restraints, his poor tail flailing uselessly against his leg where I strapped it.

I roll my hips back in time with Leander’s thrusts, turning on my porn star moans to really tease him.

“I’m close,” Octavius croaks, gripping the base of his cock as his balls draw up tight to his body. Watching this man so close to falling apart has my toes curling.

“Her too,” Leander moans. He leans over me and peppers kisses across the back of my neck. “Such a good girl, Zenith. Cum for your soulmates. Fucking. Cum. For. Us.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust that has me taking a momentary trip to the good place before I finally shatter.

I must look like I’m possessed as I thrash and buck, forcing Octavius to pull out of my mouth, letting me take deeper gulps of sweet, sweet air.

“Oh shit balls,” I groan, my poor pussy still tingling from the aftershocks of all that pleasure. Leander pulls out, spraying his warm cum on my ass as I flop onto the bed.

Suddenly a phone rings, breaking our perfect, sexed-up stupor. Dante groans, popping out of his restraints with ease and lifting the offending device to his ear.

“Someone better be dead,” he growls, his eyes settling on me now that he’s closer. I know I’m a hot mess right now, thoroughly sexed to hell and back by my two awesome mates and just...beautiful.

They all have let me know that in their own ways and together. They fucking love me somehow, and I’m so damn lucky to have them.

“No way. Get someone else to fill your airtime; we’re enjoying our honeymoon,” Dante snarls before crushing the cellphone to dust.

“Who was that?” Leander asks as he tugs his boxers up.

“Vlad calling again about a reunion special or some shit, says our episode is still pulling in top rankings when it airs.” The smug smile on my demon’s lips makes me preen.

“I can’t imagine why,” Octavius says, looking around the room at all of us. “Nothing interesting to see here.”

A laugh whips from my chest, and one by one, my soulmates join me in my mildly hysterical breakdown. They all join me in the mess of a bed as well. Octavius rests his head on my thigh as he lounges. Dante wriggles underneath me, pulling me up to rest on his chest, his tail teasing at my aching nipples. Leander curls up beside me, one of his fuzzy wings draping over all of us.

“I think I’ve got some of your fuzz in my mouth,” Octavius says, sputtering.

“Just enjoy the moment,” I whine playfully, eyes drifting closed as I lavish in the attention of these damned monsters.

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