Page 38 of Court of Heathens

I need hot and heavy.

I need life, just like he said. I don’t know how I know that, but I do.

I bite harder, the desire inside me only growing until I burn with it, unable to lift my lips from his skin. My hands wander, ripping at his shirt until he’s bare chested and all his glistening, gold skin is below me.

My lips slide lower and across his chest. I bite his nipple, and he bellows, his hands landing on my hips.

My demon is suddenly there, his hand in my hair. He forces my head back until I can see him. “Naughty little witch, are you playing without me?”

“Please.” I wind my hips into Phrixius, digging my nails into his exposed chest.

My demon’s eyes flutter to Phrixius, and something passes between them. “Shh, little witch, we’ve got you. Let go, we are right here.”

“I need . . . I need . . .” I whine, unable to think straight.

“I know,” he whispers seductively, licking my lips as I groan.

“You’ve got us,” Phrixius promises, sliding his hands higher, caressing my sides as my demon licks my lips, teasing me. Phrixius’s hands grow bolder, gliding along my front and tugging down the top of the dress so it falls to my waist, leaving my chest exposed. I shiver in want, and as the cold air touches my overheated skin, his hands massage my breasts. I groan and kiss my demon back. The caresses turn rough and needy. He tugs down my bra then plays with my nipples, sending electricity straight to my throbbing clit.

“Please, please,” I mumble, and my demon deepens the kiss, swallowing my pleas. His forked tongue licks at mine as a hot mouth lands on my chest. I feel Phrixius’s muscles tighten under me as he sits up, running his lips along my collarbones and then down, right where I need him.

His hot lips wrap around one of my nipples, drawing it deep into his mouth. He grips my other breast, twisting my nipple meanly. I moan into my demon’s mouth as he tilts me farther back, so I’m practically lying against him, giving Phrixius better access.

If I had been thinking clearly, I might have stopped this, but I need them too much. My own hands pull at my dress, trying to get it up, but my demon slaps them away with his tail before wrapping it around my wrists, binding them together and jerking them above my head.

Phrixius groans, sucking my other nipple into his mouth, and the sudden pleasure makes me cry out as my back arches. Chuckling behind me, my demon reaches down and grips either side of my dress.

“Do you want this off, little witch?” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver as I nod. My gaze clashes with Phrixius’s as he licks my nipples, driving me wild.

“Words. Tell us what you want. Tell us how badly you want us. The demon and the god. Beg for it. Beg for the sinner and the saint.”

“Please, please touch me. Fuck me. I need you both inside me,” I admit without a hint of shame. I need them to remind me I’m alive. I need them to make it better in a way only they can.

“Good girl,” Phrixius praises, licking down my stomach to playwith the edge of my dress. “I think we should do as our little witch asks, don’t you, demon?”

“Hmm, she did beg so sweetly, and I do like seeing her impaled on a cock.” He chuckles, and suddenly, my dress is gone. I’m bare before them. The demon presses against my back, the god to my front. I’m caught between good and evil, sinner and saint, and it’s never felt so good.

My demon’s tail keeps my hands up, trapping me as my god slides his hands farther down, touching my hips. I feel my demon’s horns as he bites the back of my neck. “You begged, Freya. There’s no going back now. You get what we give you . . . what I’ve been wanting to give you for years. Tonight, I’m not stopping until I’m buried deep inside you, claiming what’s mine.”

I couldn’t protest even if I wanted to. I’m so tired of fighting this want.

I give into it, and I let it burn me up as my god lifts me. “Keep her in the air. You can manage that, can’t you, demon?”

“Please, god.” My demon snorts as he lifts me with his tail so I dangle in the air from my wrists. I kick my legs, but Phrixius catches them and throws them over his shoulders, pressing a gentle kiss to my skin as his eyes meet mine once more.

“I want to taste the magic of this pussy, so be good and let me worship you like thousands have worshipped at my altar.”

Who am I to protest?

I couldn’t even if I wanted to as his mouth seals over my cunt, and he sucks me like he’s sucking the life out of me. I cry out, and my demon’s hands slide around my front, cupping my heavy breasts and squeezing hard.

“Look at him, my nightmare tamer. You have the god of magic on his knees, desperate for a taste of your cunt. Look at what you do to us.”

Whimpering, I roll my hips, dragging my cunt across Phrixius’s face as his eyes meet mine. His hungry gaze steals my breath, and then he licks a long line down my cunt.

“I have tasted everything this world has to offer, but you? Yourtaste is more magnificent than even the nectar of the gods,” he purrs, then he drags his tongue across me again before pushing it inside my greedy cunt.

My demon bites my neck, and the juxtaposition of the sweet, soft touch and the hard claiming one makes me cry out.

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