Page 20 of The Fallen
Without opposable thumbs, unhooking the leashes is a hassle. Good thing that, unlike other hellhounds, we have human forms.
Two millennia ago, Tyrac and I, as demons, wreaked a bit of havoc on Earth. After our influence, several sainted souls became martyrs, and we were judged at fault. The God of Light bade our Dark Lord to punish us, and the harshest punishment at the time was eternity in these wretched forms. We are allowed to takehumanform, though never again can we take our true demonic forms. We don’t have our horns, our tails, our spikes, our wings—but we can cause plenty of havoc without those appendages.
Bones crack and ligaments snap as we shift from hounds to humans. We keep our collars on, but otherwise we’re as naked as our keeper. Infernal designs swirl across our bare skin, tattooed by the finest Hell has to offer, and our names run down the front of our necks in glowing infernal lettering, the only markings on us that remain on both forms. The two of us are fit, toned, in all appearances normal, healthy-looking human men. We can, and have, approached numerous human females for anonymous trysts on our Earthbound ventures. It takes little convincing on our parts, since we are by no means as adept as incubi would be.
While Tyrac searches the room for something to wear, I creep over to Nyx’s sleeping body. Her human form is quite exquisite, with all the right curves for a woman of any race, demon or human. I run my fingertips over her generous hip, across her flat stomach, around the swell of each hefty breast. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s a succubus. Knowing our Dark Lord, he’dnever send us with such a treat as our guard. “Maybe we don’t need to leave,” I murmur.
Tyrac turns with matching bathrobes in hand and rolls his amber eyes. “We’re not here for that, brother. Perhaps later, after we’ve had our human fun.”
“Why can’t we do both?” I ask as I toy with one pert pink nipple. Nyx moans in her sleep and rolls onto her back. Her leg drops to the side, exposing her glistening pussy, which is still slightly reddened from her bedtime ministrations. “If we don’t wake her, we can still go out and play with the humans. It’s been literal ages since we’ve had some fun with a sleeping minx.”
“That’s because our Dark Lord usually insists on a male escort for our week aboveground.”
I don’t miss the bitter tone in Tyrac’s whisper. We two have been celibate for centuries, and I suspect Tyrac’s urges are hitting stronger than mine. Perhaps if I play to his weaknesses, I can convince him to join me.
“Just a little fun? We won’t wake her. Come on. Let’s see how far we can take it while she sleeps, and when we’re done we can find you some human women to mate with.” I pause for effect, watching consideration cross his sharp features. “Consider it foreplay, yes?”
“Mordac …” Tyrac narrows his eyes and scowls at me. “She’s likely more than a match for the both of us in power, or else the Dark Lord would not have assigned her to watch us. It’s too risky. We could easily wake her, and why bother doing that when we have the perfect opportunity to escape now?”
I reach down and gently rub her clit while Tyrac watches. Nyx whimpers, and her lips part, but she doesn’t wake. My spell holds, for now. “Please, brother? I’ll let you do whatever you wish with her perfect mouth while I play down here.”
That’s enough to give Tyrac pause. He enjoys oral play as much as any black-blooded demon male. He palms his hard cock, and I know I’ve won this round.
“Fine. If she wakes, though, you realize we’re not having any more fun this trip.”
“It’ll be worth it.” My fingers slide between her wet lips, and it’s my turn to moan. “She’s so ripe and ready, Tyrac.”
“You’ve already convinced me, Mordac,” he says as he climbs onto the bed and kneels at her head with his cock in hand. “No need to keep laying it on thick. Let’s just get on with it.”
As I pump my fingers inside Nyx’s warm cunt, Tyrac brushes his tip against her lips. Her pink tongue darts out and licks his head, an enticing sight. I thumb her clit and press deeper. Nyx’s back arches. Her mouth opens wider, and Tyrac slips his head in. He buries his hand in her red curls while I finger her pussy, and though she doesn’t wake, Nyx continues to respond to us. She mewls and moans and grinds against my eager hand. Her arms twitches, moves, brings her fingers to her breast. I watch with hungry eyes as she toys with her hard nipple in her sleep.
“Ohhh … Mordac, she’s sucking so hard …” Tyrac’s eyes drift closed, and he slowly thrusts his hips. Nyx’s throat flexes with each swallow until she’s fully sheathed him inside her.
Still, she doesn’t wake.
“Fuck, brother, what kind of spell did you use?”
I’m too busy positioning myself between Nyx’s spread legs to respond.
“Mordac!” Tyrac scowls at me, but he doesn’t stop. “You’ll wake her for certain if you do that.”
His words fall on mostly deaf ears. I’ve already got my weeping head at her entrance, and I don’t plan on stopping.
“Brother, she’s responding so beautifully. Just imagine how hungry she must be for this, to be this eager in her sleep!” I watch her eyelashes flutter as I press inside. She sighs againstTyrac’s cock and lifts her hips to meet mine. Her long, smooth legs wrap around me, encouraging me to continue. I sink in, pausing only long enough to savor the feel of her walls clenching around me. Not in ten thousand years have I felt a pussy this warm and tight and welcoming.
Each thrust of my hips sends her full breasts bouncing. She slurps and sucks on Tyrac’s shaft and continues to play with those breasts while we have our way with her.
The spell I’d cast had been meant to convince her that she was having a pleasant dream, but I gave my magic no more direction than that. Is this our keeper’s dream, then? To please and be pleased? If so, may she never wake from it.
CHAPTER 3
TYRAC
Ican’t deny my brother’s spell is effective in keeping the keeper asleep, though it’s amazing how reactive she is despite her slumber. She’s swallowed the entire length of me, and she continues to swallow and suck even as I thrust into her again and again. Strings of saliva stretch between us and run down her chin. At the same time, my twin grunts and moans between her legs, filling her ripe pussy with his cock. His infernal tattoos ripple with his muscle movements, almost coming alive before my eyes.
I hadn’t believed our luck when the demoness pleasured herself in front of us, and I still don’t believe it now. A fantasy this surreal can’t last forever, but I’ll be damned if I don’t take it for all it’s worth.
A sudden knock on the door to our suite stops me in my tracks, though Mordac continues his onslaught. “It’s just the humans she ordered from the concierge desk,” he snarls through gritted teeth as his hips slam into hers. “I’d say we could let themin, but she has precious few holes to share. I rather prefer it remain just us two.”
