Page 70 of Demon Loved
It’s…it’s…fucking heavenly.
An orgasm bursts through my body, the sensation sizzling away all coherent thought. My legs give out, and my demons catch me.
I hardly notice when they pull me off the wall, lay me down in the middle of the room, and strip me bare. I’m still lounging in that post-orgasmic bliss when Zolroth leans over me, somehow naked. His face is strangely strained and serious for such a euphoric moment. He strokes my cheek and asks softly, “Love…can I?”
I blink, and it takes a second for me to realize what he wants. “Of course. I’m yours.”
He looks a bit overwhelmed by that before a smile tugs gently at his lips. “Yes. You’re ours.”
“Forever,” I tell him.
“For always,” he tells me.
Feathers appear out of nowhere and drift down over us, making me smile.
“What the fuck?” Akor turns his head frantically. “Who killed a chicken?”
“They’re angel feathers, silly,” I tell him. “They appear for true love.” My eyes make contact with Raz for a second, who’s still guarding the doorway and watching us beneath hooded eyelids. He gives me a slow nod, acknowledging our memory, the dream sex I had with him before I knew who he really was.
His hand is no longer down his pants, so I assume he got off.
I glance around at the others.
Akor is licking his own cum off his hand and moaning like it’s as delicious as Cheeto dust, so he definitely finished. Kastros and Van both stroke themselves as they stare at me, and the want I can see in their eyes sends sparks through my belly, heating my core for another round.
I look back at Zolroth, who’s grabbed a feather and is staring at it in wonder. “Blimey. True love, eh?”
“Shut the fuck up and fuck her already,” Raz orders. “We need to find that assignment book and move out.”
Zolroth turns back to me, holding himself up on his elbows as his deep brown eyes, ringed with a passionate red, glue me in place. His eyes graze my face for a moment, and his look is so tender, it almost feels like a caress. “Katrina.” Then he gently pushes into me.
I arch my back at the fullness, which is still foreign to me. Fingers feather over my clit and ease the stretch.
After I’ve adjusted to him, he leans down to give me a soft kiss, whispering, “You’re so tight. Your cunny is squeezing me so good, love.” He slowly starts to move.
After he gets his rhythm, Van and Kastros kneel on either side of me, their dicks out, jutting proudly. Van’s dick is long, with a thick mushroom tip. Kastros’s dick is huge and wide, like he is. Zolroth leans up a bit, grabbing onto my hips instead of my shoulders as he continues to ride me.
On instinct, I reach my hands up and start to stroke each of the others. The guttural sounds they make send a bolt of primal pleasure through me, and I start to stroke faster.
Van and Kastros both reach down and start to play with my breasts. Then Van slides his other hand lower, between me and Zolroth. When his fingers find my clit, I start to buck wildly, squeezing their dicks hard, mindlessness overcoming me as I toss my face side to side on the soft cloud floor.
“Shit, you’re coming! I can feel your pussy pulse, love!” Zolroth says before pounding me mercilessly. The feel of his body railing against mine just doubles the sensation, because it feels like my bones are melting. Zolroth fucks me so hard that I slide across the floor a little, and Van and Kastros are forced to follow.
I hear a thud as something gets knocked over. Maybe the chair, but I don’t bother looking because my mind isn’t present in the room. It’s floating somewhere bright and magical, somewhere full of white light and warm pulsing sensation.
Zolroth groans above me, and I feel his dick pulse inside as he finds his own release. I finally remember the dicks in my hands and resume stroking steadily. It only takes seconds before Van and then Kastros shoot their loads across my breasts, coating me in their seed.
I fall back onto the floor just as I hear Raz say, “Shit, what the hell did you knock over, Kas?”
I don’t get to lounge in post-orgasmic bliss as all my demons pull me up off the ground and start swiping at my skin. I look down and realize that one of my shoulders has turned a bright orange. And while my hair is pink, the tips have turned a bright yellow.
My eyes dart towards the floor, towards where we were. The bucket next to the chair lies on its side. Paintbrushes have fallen out of it. And leaking out of it is paint…orange, yellow, and pink paint that’s staining the clouds…exactly like a sunset.
“Fuck. This must be where he comes to paint the sky each night.” Raz runs a hand through his hair. “Leave it. Hopefully, he’ll think the llamas did it. Get dressed, and let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I don’t ask about my skin or hair—there’s time to worry about that later. In fact, now that we’ve all come down from our high, my cheeks flame. I’m not embarrassed by what we did, or even where, but we got sidetracked from our fucking mission! We could have gotten caught.
My throat burns as I toss on my clothes, not bothering to wipe up the drying cum. I’ll deal with it later.
