Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

" S o how do we track a necromancer?" I ask, looking between the demon and Phrixius.

"In the past, we simply followed their trail of destruction. However, they usually found us, wanting to claim our power," Phrixius admits. "After the great dark wars, any that were born went into hiding, and then we tracked them down. We can sense their powers if we are close enough, and they leave telltale marks throughout the world. When death touches down, things wilt."

The demon snorts. "So basically, he doesn't have a clue."

"I didn't say that." Phrixius huffs.

"No, but you were thinking it, magic man," the demon says. "You said tracing their magic, so what about Bobby the hand?"

"Bobby?" we both ask incredulously.

"Yeah, I named it. It felt weird just calling it ‘the hand.' What about Teddy over there?" The demon points at the groaning zombie.

"Teddy and Bobby? You named the zombies." I groan, rubbing my head. "Sometimes I wonder what goes on in your head."

"It's usually a montage of pictures of your boobs or moans." The demon shrugs, eyeing Teddy—no, shit, I mean the zombie. I just gape at him, and he winks. "So we use the zombie, track down the bad guy, kill him, destroy the monster, and then have lots of sex. Sounds like a plan."

"Demon—"

There's a noise, and I turn to see Phrixius raising his hand.

"Yes?" I ask, confused.

"The lots of sex part, am I to be involved?"

I gape further as he trades looks with the demon.

"You know what? There is too much testosterone in here. One of you needs to leave for a moment," I order, crossing my arms. "Before I turn you both into neutered cats."

That does the trick. They both grab their junk. "Rock, paper, scissors?" the demon suggests.

"What is that?" Phrixius asks. "A trap?"

"A game, you moron. Fine, just say one. Three, two, one . . . Paper!"

"Scissors." Phrixius frowns, confused. "Do I need to conjure some?"

"Bloody gods." The demon points from me to him. "I will be back though." Suddenly, he's gone, which surprises me. I expected more of a fight, but maybe he can see how close I actually am to turning them. I'm not used to being alone, not with the demon here, but add in Phrixius and it's a lot. It makes my head ache.

"Okay, so let me think. How can you trace the magic in a zombie?" I murmur, moving closer to check on it. It hasn't moved in a while. Is it dead—erm, deader? It's leaning against the bars, almost like it collapsed. Maybe the magic inside it finally gave out?

"Freya, no!" Phrixius yells as I press my hand to the bar above its head, intending to check on it, but as soon as my hand hits the bar, I scream.

Darkness explodes within me, the thing caged deep inside blowing through me like a storm. It flows from me to the bar, trying to get down to the zombie, but I am ripped away.

I feel myself falling then someone wraps around me, but I cannot see anything.

"I can't see!" I shout. "Phrixius, I can't see! "

I can't . . . Everything is black, like I'm drowning in darkness.

It's consuming me, eating me from the inside out.

"I'm here, Freya. I'm here." His voice is hard, and warm hands press to my cheeks, making me realise how cold I am.

"I can't see!" I sob, the tears leaking down my cheeks. I can feel my limbs, but I feel like I'm falling inside myself, and part of me knows if I hit the darkness, I will never come back again. "Phrixius, make it stop. Please, please help me."

"Hold on, baby, I've got you." Suddenly, warmth infuses my lips, breathing life back into me.

Phrixius.

I can taste him as he forces my lips open, his hands gripping my cheeks so hard I feel them bruising, but I want more. His tongue tangles with mine as he kisses me.

As he does, the darkness starts to recede. My vision clears, and heat returns to my body. It felt like I was being plunged into ice. It was what I imagine death would feel like. I couldn't see or feel. I was ice-cold, but as he kisses me, he forces heat back into my body, chasing away the darkness until my chest loosens. I shakily lift my hands and hold him closer.

I can see again, although my vision is still blurry. I'm in his arms on the floor, his face above mine, and as I keep blinking, he comes into view. His eyes are closed, and he's so close, his lips moving against mine. His eyes open and hold mine, but he doesn't stop, and I realise he's not just kissing me . . .

He's draining me of that darkness.

I can see it moving between us, a dark fog passing between our lips. My eyes widen, meeting his once more as he continues to kiss me until he pulls back. I can see that shadow of darkness darting across his eyes, blinding him until he blinks it away.

"Are you okay?" he asks, searching my face. "Freya, speak to me."

"I'm okay." My voice is hoarse, like I was screaming.

Was I?

I don't know. The last few moments feel like a fog was wrapped around my head, obscuring everything but that cloying darkness. I shudder at the reminder of the feeling, swallowing hard as I nod. "I'm okay," I repeat more to myself than him.

He relaxes then, stroking my cheeks as he watches me recover.

There's no darkness anymore. I'm left panting and weak, but there's no darkness, yet his eyes drop to my lips, and with a groan, he leans in and kisses me again. I kiss him back.

My hand slide up into his golden hair and tug him closer. All my fear and worry morph into desire—desire he stoked. I was ice-cold, and now I'm burning hot, unable to get close enough. I climb him, knocking him back to the floor.

He goes willingly, moaning into my mouth as my hands slide across his body hungrily. I perch on top of him, rolling my hips. Desire storms through me, and I can't stop. My entire body ignites with sensation, craving the taste of vitality on his lips and his warmth.

"I've got you." He groans as my lips slide across his cheek and down his neck, making him gasp. "It's okay, Freya. It's normal. It's your magic trying to bring life back to your body—" His words end in a moan as I bite down. He's trying to be good and help me, but I don't need nice.

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 play with 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? Your taste 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.

"No wonder your demon is hiding you." He groans against my cunt. "One taste and the world would be yours. One moment between your thighs and they would lay everything at your feet."

Panting, I tug on my hands to try and touch him, but I'm hoisted higher. Wrapping my legs more solidly around Phrixius's head, I press him deeper, needing the life inside him.

He sees it, and he gives it to me like a merciful god, fucking me slowly with his tongue before he speeds up. He uses it in a way I've never felt, and it seems to grow inside me, vibrating with magic. I feed from it, soaking it in as they bring me back to life.

His fingers slide across my messy cunt and rub my clit until it becomes too much, and I scream my release to the night. Both of them encourage me, their wandering hands squeezing my curves. Phrixius's tongue pulls from me and slides lower to circle my ass as his fingers push inside me, fucking me through my orgasm.

My eyes close, and when his tongue pushes inside my ass, I lose it, grinding into his fingers and mouth while arching my chest into my demon's hands. They don't give me a moment of reprieve, my desire spiralling once more. The darkness is replaced by a fire so strong, I burn in it.

It grows, and when Phrixius pushes a third finger into me and shoves his tongue deep, I fall into that heat with a scream. I squirt all over my god's face. He groans, finger fucking me through it.

Pulling his tongue from me, he slides his fingers from my cunt and licks them clean. "Enough to slay a god."

I fall, the demon releasing me, and luckily, Phrixius catches me. My wrists sting as blood returns to my hands, but I don't have a minute to recover. I'm suddenly ripped away, turned, and yanked down onto my demon. My eyes widen when I meet his glowing eyes, seeing the fire in them .

His tail flicks down my back and slaps my ass. "I want to see you ride me. It's all I think about, little witch." That is the only warning I get before I feel his cock move by itself, seeking my heat. My eyes widen in horror and fascination when it finds my channel, and with a wicked grin, he drops me onto it, impaling me on his cock.

I scream. He's too big, too different, and as I wiggle, trying to escape, his cock only seems to grow, burying deeper, like it's intent on getting as far as it can. It's strange, feeling it move inside me, but I'd be a liar if I said it didn't feel good.

I gasp as I writhe on top of him. His hands urge me on as he watches me with those evil eyes. "Perfection," he praises. "Look at how you take me, little witch. You were made for me, made for the darkness, made for the different." I lift up, but he drags me back down, fucking me.

The spikes on his cock seem to drag over my nerves as he thrusts into me, the pain and pleasure making me scream for him.

He might be evil, but he feels so damn good inside me.

He told me once I crave the touch of monsters, and I know he's right. I want the freaks. I want the weird. I want it all.

I want him.

His tail slides lower, parting my cheeks and rubbing my asshole until I scream for him.

His abnormal cock slides deeper like a tendril, all the way to my cervix, stuffing me full as he lifts and drops me onto it. His tail slides around my hip and up, and despite Phrixius's softness, my demon slaps it across my breasts, whipping me with it.

I gasp, and he does it again as I clench down on him, dripping.

"You love the pain, don't you? You want to wear my marks. You want me to rip you apart as I stuff you full of my cum." His tail whips across my breasts again, hitting my nipples. I cry out as red welts form from the force. "Admit it, it's what you think about when you're sleeping in my arms. Every time you went and fucked another, watching me as you did, you were imagining it was me inside you. It got you off, didn't it?"

"Yes," I admit as I lean down and suck the tip of his tail into my mouth. His eyes narrow, and he pulls it free and whips it across my chest in quick succession. Huge red welts form, the pain making me scream even as I ride him faster.

"More," I demand breathlessly.

"Anything for you, my little witch." He smirks as he slaps my chest, and I look down at the red marks, moaning as I run my fingers across them. The sting makes me tighten to the point of pain on his cock.

His tail slides down and around, flicking over my asshole again. "I've imagined having you every single day of my life, but nothing could compare to seeing you on top of me, dripping for me. I've waited too long, little witch. I need all of you."

My eyes flare as he pushes his tail inside my ass, spearing me with it as he works it as deeply as he can. The stretch added to his abnormal cock has me screaming, and I barely remember moving, but I ride him, desperate as a sudden orgasm rips through me. He forces me higher, fucking me harder, and that fire inside me doesn't abate.

It only grows.

I grip his horns, and he groans as I tighten my hold and use them to fuck both his tail and his cock.

"That's it, little witch. Ride me, make this demon yours. Claim the night and flames." He groans, urging me on while he licks over my welts.

He slides his forked tongue across my chest, making it hurt as I clench down on him. Leaning across him, I lap at his horns, knowing they are sensitive. He growls, hammering deeper into me, forcing me to take it as his tail presses farther inside me.

"Mine, you are mine." He pants against my chest before he bites down. "Mine," he roars into my skin as he slams into me so hard it hurts.

Leaning back, I whimper as I watch him in the throes of pleasure.

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 over the 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.