Chapter 9

Chapter

Nine

R ewd

I nudge against the small, puckered hole, following Portia's cues.

When she angles back, I go deeper.

She sighs, and her tiny ass is so tight I see stars.

The sensation is too much, even for a demon like me.

The witch sucks in a sharp breath.

"That's it, darlin'. You're so perfect. Such a good little princess. Now tell Rewd what you want."

Bragg's sensuous voice coaching her to take me—me, an ugly, newly formed demon with no idea how to pleasure a human—is such a turn-on I don't know how I'll last.

Portia turns her gaze back at me, and her reddened mouth grins. "I want you to fuck me, Rewd. Fuck my ass while Bragg fucks my cunt."

These words from her mouth have me in pieces.

I push in all the way, more than what I think she can take. But she moans with pleasure. Her body slackens as Bragg and I both hold her up.

Bragg keeps her talking. "How do you feel, sweetheart? Talk to me."

"So full! Oh my goddess…so fucking full!" Her head rests on one of my shoulders, and I cradle her torso against me.

She's so full she can't move on her own. Bragg comes up on his knees, and we easily balance the witch between us. I didn't think I was supposed to like witches but I am obsessed with this perfect creature.

I begin to move, rolling upward in sync with Bragg's thrusts.

It's all so new to me, but everything is new to me. I move too carefully and awkwardly at first. Soon, we find our rhythm. Portia seems to float between us, small and soft like a doll, yet her body can take a beating. Maybe it's the witch in her. Maybe we're all just perfect for each other.

As I firmly rock into her, I'm unprepared to feel what happens next. Something hard and firm inside my Portia nudges the underside of my cock.

I wonder at first, and then I realize.

Astonished, I say, "That is you, Bragg. I can feel you…from the inside."

"Fucking right you can, big guy," he says.

My demon friend's mouth lands on mine again, and I lose myself in his kiss, and in Portia's movements, as our bodies slap together with her sandwiched between us.

Extraordinary. All three of us.

I'm fascinated with the button I found earlier, which made her explode while I tasted her. I want to see what will happen.

I coil my arm around, bracing Portia against my chest while reaching downward between her body and Bragg's.

"You're a quick learner, you greedy sonofabitch," Bragg teases.

"She is nice to play with," I say.

"Good boy," Portia murmurs, reaching up to stroke my face.

Her clit is easy to find once more, as it is engorged with her need. The woman is so full of energy, I can scent her blood coursing through her veins.

I strum her clit back and forth, watching her react, feeling her heat coil inside her. She is full of so many needs. I am overcome with the urge to give her everything she desires. Everything. Bragg called her our pet, but in truth, I am hers. I wish to stay and have both Bragg and myself cater to her every whim. Alas, I know we are damned creatures, too cursed for this world. But the dream … the fantasy keeps me in this perfect moment with my friend and witch.

Both of us fucking her, I continue toying with Portia's clit until her coiled heat snaps.

Her reaching fingers dig into my neck as her body tightens around my cock. The tendons stand out in her tender throat as her mouth opens in a silent scream. I follow Bragg's lead and do not pause pleasuring her as she comes. The release feels much harder this time, strangling my cock, as it likely does to Bragg as well. He grits out a curse.

"Fuck, sweetheart… that's my girl," he says.

"My queen," I utter.

I don't have to look at Bragg to know what he's thinking. These words might mean something to her, but they amount to nothing, as a human cannot be sealed to a demon for more than a contract allows.

Portia's smile, meanwhile, is radiant. I would agree to a thousand years in this thin human skin if it meant making her smile like that again and again.

My heart thunders against my ribs, and I know I'm close to coming.

What worthless human male mistreated this perfect creature? I will skin him and use his hide for a rug.

My body jerks in response to Portia's cries, and I let out a roar along with my release.

Bragg curses. "Fuck! I'm coming, darlin'!"

Bragg comes inside her quivering cunt, his spend mixing with her sweetness and my own release.

The explosion goes on and on, a magically perfect storm. The air around us buzzes and crackles with electricity.

It takes some time for the three of us to float back down to earth.

Then, I know what I have to do next.

Carefully easing out of Portia as Bragg does the same, I have the other two lie still on the bed.

Bragg arches a brow. "You ready to go again?"

Portia heaves a contented sigh. "I don't think I have it in me."

I shake my head. "No. I hear there's a party. We need to get cleaned up."

I don't wait for permission. I am eager to be of service.

Portia's look of shock and the flare of Bragg's nostrils barely register in my brain as I get to work.

This is my purpose for now. I am a pet, and I am happy to be used.

The taste of our shared salt, sweat, and spend is the sweetest juice on my tongue. If I have to go back to hell, then I'll have the memory of the three of us, together.

I may have been built for war, but I was meant to devour.