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Fire burns inside me as he pumps me full of his cum, his skin seeming to flash red under me. The sight has me tumbling over the edge again, following him into my release.

Collapsing, I slide from his body and onto my back next to him,covered in sweat, but I’m so fucking high, I giggle until hands land on me. My eyes open as Phrixius smirks at me.

“Didn’t think you were done, did you? You had the sinner, and now you get the saint.”

Phrixius kisses up my body, licking the welts from my demon. The difference makes me cry out. The pain, pleasure, and softness after the hardness leaves me confused, yet still so needy. I need everything they have. It’s like I need to drain their essences to breathe.

“You taste like raw magic, Freya,” he murmurs as he slides up my body, lifting my hips until I wrap my legs around his waist.

My eyes widen, and he pushes inside me, his huge, hard cock filling me. He rolls his hips as his mouth meets mine in a flurry of kisses. I groan, tasting the pure magic on his tongue. Lifting my hands, I grip his shoulders, meeting his thrusts with my own despite having my brains fucked out by my demon. The fire burns hotter, and I swallow his power, feeding on it as his hips speed up.

I have to break away to pant, and he leans back with a cocky smirk that does something to me.

I don’t know what I expected from the god of magic, but I should have known better than to assume it would be normal.

I scream as something clamps down on my clit. Teeth dig into the sensitive flesh. The sudden pain turns into a burning pleasure, and when I look between our bodies, I see a glowing clamp there. “God,” he reminds me. “I can play with your body all night, witch. I can create anything I want to heighten and prolong your pleasure, and I intend to.”

“Show off,” my demon mutters.

“No, this is showing off.” Without even a word, two more clamps appear on my nipples, and my screams bounce around the walls, and then a glowing chain slithers down my body, attaching to them before hooking to the one on my clit and pulling taut. With each roll of Phrixius’s hips, it tightens. The pain is so extreme, I feel tears slip from my eyes, yet my mouth begs for more, speaking praises that my god drinks down as he watches me with that cocky grin.

The chain grows tighter and tighter, until the pain pushes me overthe edge once more. I don’t know if I’m going to black out or come, but my body decides for me, clenching on his cock so hard, he groans as I squirt around him. My release is so strong, I writhe below him. He slows his hips, fucking me through it, but it’s too much.

I hit him with some magic, and he slides from my body as I flip and try to crawl away—prey trying to escape the predator intent on destroying me and making me his.

I scream when hands drag me back. “Where do you think you’re going, witch?” Phrixius asks as he impales me on his cock again and lifts me onto my hands and knees, hammering into me as those glowing chains tug my clit and nipples.

I scream as I explode again.

He bellows behind me, following me into ecstasy, and fills me with his magic cum that I feed on until I finally pass out.

CHAPTER 22

Iactually blacked out.

When I came to, they were both holding me, my pussy sticky with cum, but it was so fucking good, I know they ruined me for any other monster. They helped me clean up and gave me water. Phrixius tries to heal my welts, but I decide to keep them, much to my demon’s joy.

I really didn’t mean to have sex with both the demon and Phrixius—okay, maybe I did. It wasn’t planned though. I expect things to be awkward after, but if anything, it seems to have brought my demon and the god closer together. They haven’t fought yet, so that’s something. They do keep me away from the zombie, however, and I appreciate that. I shudder at the memory. I don’t want to feel that again. I’m also feeling too raw to even discuss what happened, and they seem to take that hint.

I refuse to be ashamed of my response or the fact that I took them both. Sex is natural, and we all enjoyed it. I won’t regret it. Hell, I’d do it again if given half the chance. I have no qualms that the demon and god have ruined me for my usual hookups. No matter how strange the monster, none will compare to how I was fucked tonight.

Clenching my thighs together, I try to focus on the present and notthe feeling of my aching cunt, but as usual, my demon knows, and he winks. Luckily, he focuses on Phrixius and leaves me to my musings.

The god is sitting before the zombie, touching it through the bars. His eyes are closed as he tries to trace the magic. He mentioned it could take a while, since the remnants are old and lingering, not fresh and clear. It’s strange that he didn’t have a reaction like I did, but maybe it’s because he’s the god of magic.

That’s what I tell myself, anyway, as I watch him.

His eyes open, and he turns to us, his eyes still glowing. “I have the trail. Take my hand.”

“I don’t do guys, sorry,” the demon replies.

Sighing, I grab my demon and haul him over, grabbing Phrixius’s outstretched hand.

“What will happen—” I scream as I am ripped away.

This is not like when the demon transports me. It’s like magic wraps around us and rips us from time and space, and then suddenly, we are set back down, still holding one another but in a completely different place.

Is it night?

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