29. Mal

"You're not close enough," Diana said as she wiggled closer to me.

"I'm not sure how much closer I can get unless you wear me as a skin suit, Queen." Her entire body was pressed against mine, and her ass was literally swallowing my hard dick. The only thing between us was two thin layers of underwear and the band tee shirt she always stole from me when we slept together.

"I'm so done with people-ing," she said around a yawn.

By the time we drew up our invasion plans, had dinner, and contacted the leaders of the many factions that made up our army, we were exhausted. It was already past midnight, and Lucifer and Ares were still making arrangements. We made an excuse to leave early, then hit the sack.

"I can't believe we're deploying in less than two days…" Lucifer had told us that we needed to be ready to move as soon as tomorrow evening.

"Everything is changing so fast… this is it, Mal. The war is going full throttle once we take over Pandemonium…" She inhaled sharply and sighed.

"Getting anxious about this is natural. It's a huge undertaking to invade and keep a city, but it has to be done. We'll take a nap and forget about it until the morning," I said, nuzzling my face in the space between her neck and shoulder. We'd taken so many cat-naps while we were away. It was our way to destress and reach some kind of inner peace.

"I missed the guys while we were away, but I'm glad we had that time together," she whispered, her voice slightly raspy from how tired she was. "We're so close now…"

She moved around again, trying to find her sweet spot. She was a restless sleeper, which meant she constantly ground her ass into my dick and tucked her cold feet in between my calves. It meant I had to have some self-control, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Unless I could sleep with her facing me, because her tits were the ultimate pillow. My favorite things to lay my head on at night.

"Yeah, but never close enough." I threw my leg over hers, but we still weren't close enough.

Her body heat and little snores lulled me to sleep, as they had so many nights before.

"Psssssst, wake up,"Desmond whispered. I cracked my eyes to see him sitting in the chair next to Diana's side of the bed.

Fuck, I forgot to lock the room down.

"No, fuck off," Diana mumbled as she rolled over. I grabbed her hips and adjusted my leg over her before smushing my face right in the middle of her tits. No one was getting in the way of me sleeping all over those juicy, jiggly pillows.

"But I brought a box of donuts…and cherry cola."

"What kind of donuts?" she asked. She was a sucker for sweets, and I had the feeling Desmond knew what he was doing.

He opened the box, and the sweet, sharp smell of sugar filled the room. "Death by chocolate with a chocolate ganache frosting. Michael made sure to pack them up for you after you disappeared."

Diana sat up, and my face was left out in the cold. "Gimme."

Desmond cleared his throat, giving her his signature look—his don't fuck with me, I'm Daddy Desmond expression that made both of us weak in the knees. I'd known Desmond for almost 300 years and I still haven't found a way to resist it.

Neither had Diana, but unlike me, she kept trying to find one. She crossed her arms, throwing him the brattiest, most feral refusal I'd ever seen. Desmond picked up a chocolate donut, slowly unwrapped the paper, and licked the frosting. Diana's mouth dropped when he took a huge bite and licked a crumb off his full bottom lip.

He never plays fair, I linked her. Just say please and hope that's all he wants for a donut.

No.

"Those were for me, not you," she snarked. "Now you owe me a donut."

Desmond's rich, full laughter floated across the room. "Possession is nine tenths of the law. Weren't you planning on going to law school before we abducted you? You should know that."

Oof. Desmond hit a sore spot. Steam billowed from Diana's ears, and she made to climb out of the bed. Before her feet touched the ground, Desmond's shadows whipped out from his free hand and held her in place in a sitting position on the side of the bed.

"If you'd like a donut, you can say please, like a good girl, instead of acting like a spoiled brat," he ordered her in a firm tone.

"I'll set the entire box on fire if you don't get your shadows off me right now," Diana threatened. She'd do it, too. Our woman didn't fuck around.

Desmond scoffed, then lit the box on fire himself. "Hope you like them a little on the burnt side."

"What the actual fuck, stop!" she shouted.

"You can apologize whenever you want," he said in a bored tone.

Just apologize, because I wanna try them too, I linked her. Knowing Desmond neither of us would get one if she kept this up.

She sighed, then flippantly recited "I'm sorry."

He immediately extinguished the fire, revealing an unburnt, white cardboard box. Diana and I exchanged a curious glance.

"I'm not going to waste good food, that was a parlor trick," he assured us as his shadows retracted, freeing Diana. "However, you still owe me a please and a decent apology. That seemed really insincere."

Diana got off the bed, and stood in front of Desmond, a decently contrite frown on her face. "Desmond, I am very sorry for being rude. I appreciate that you brought us back donuts from the meeting. May I please have one?"

He took one out of the box. "Kneel, right there." He pointed between his knees. "That's the only way you're getting a donut after that behavior."

Her mouth dropped, and I could hear her heartbeat racing. The smell of her arousal wafted through the air, and I couldn't help but get aroused too. I sported a total semi just from them verbally sparring back and forth. Desmond's dominance was like a straight up aphrodisiac.

The more you resist him, the worse he'll get. You know this, I linked her.

Desmond was a cruel, sadistic man sometimes, and she was better off playing his game now than waiting for retribution later. I also wanted to see her kneel for him, because that would be hot as fuck. The door opened, and Bash and Azazel walked in and sat on the bed next to me.

"Are we interrupting something?" Azazel asked, eyeing up the donuts.

"I'm just teaching Diana decent manners, and how to not act like a spoiled, entitled brat," Desmond commented, as if he was doing something mundane like reading a book or folding his laundry.

"Carry on then," Bash said, waving his hand. "We'll sit here and supervise."

Don't help her, I want to see this play out,he linked me.

Same. I had to take a nap with her ass rubbing all up over my raging hard on. I needed this.

"Zaz," she whined, pouting at him. He and I were definitely the weakest links of the five of us, but he wasn't invested like I was. She chose her mark well.

"No, I'll have to agree with Desmond. I heard the whole thing from the other room." She scowled at him, but he just smiled back. "I'm always listening."

Be sweet to him, and you'll get it faster, I suggested.

She kneeled between his legs, running her hands up his jean-clad thighs. "I'm so sorry… Can I please have my donut now, oh powerful, merciful demon?"

His horns popped out, and his eyes glowed a sharp gold. "Open your mouth."

She complied, and he ripped off pieces of donut and fed them to her one at a time. With every piece, the smell of her arousal intensified, eventually hitting me like a brick.

Are you using your pheromones? I asked Bash.

No, she's just really turned on right now, he replied.

After the first five pieces, Desmond stopped. "There's a crumb on your lip," he said, using his thumb to swipe it off and push it into her mouth. "Suck it off."

I saw the fiery defiance in her eyes a split second before Desmond's tail cracked through the air. His shadows swirled around Diana's neck, pulling her up so they were face to face. The wordless faceoff between them had me on the edge of my seat, wishing I had some popcorn. I secretly loved when she was a stubborn, bratty girl.

"Biting me must have felt good, huh?" he asked her, as he pulled his thumb out of her mouth.

"Of course it did." She grinned at him and sat back on her heels.

"Well, I hope it was worth it." He waved his hand, and the donut in his hand and box disappeared.

Anyone have a good punishment idea they'd like to throw out there? Desmond linked us all.

Hmmm, I feel like a spanking isn't enough… Bash said.

Wait what's going on?! Ares shouted through the link. Guys, you said you'd wait for me!

Um, we tried, but Diana bit Desmond. Blame her for missing out. Az threaded his fingers through his hair. It was shorter, a bit past shoulder length now, but still curly and shiny.

Orgasm denial really ruffles her feathers, I commented. She'll hate you for it, but once you let her come, she'll forgive and forget.

"Guys, stop mindlinking without me. What are you talking about?" Diana whined. She tried to get up, but Desmond's shadows held her down on her knees.

The door to the bedroom flew open, and Ares crashed into the bed with his super speed, landing in the only free spot in the middle next to Bash. "I never wished I had the ability to fade more than I do right now. You guys started without me!"

"Yeah, and if you don't calm down we'll finish without you too. You'll sit in this chair and watch," Desmond snarked. With his horns and tail out, he looked so…evil. Like hot, sexy evil.

Ares sulked, but settled in. Diana's punishment, whatever it was, would be epic. Once Desmond got something in his head, he always went through with it. And he had a reputation to uphold as the most dommy demon that ever dommed. Hell forbid he slacked on it now when it mattered.

"I just wanted a donut," Diana lamented. She averted her eyes to the ground, and her hair fell into her face. Her lips curved into a pout I wanted to kiss and make better…or bite. I wasn't sure yet.

Desmond ran his hand through his hair as he watched Diana's change in expression. "Diana, I'm sorry." Four heads whipped around in his direction. Something wasn't right. "You're tired and we have all these things going on. I should have let it go, dollface. Come up here, let me make it up to you." Desmond patted his lap, and she hopped up, placing her knees on either side of his to face him. He snapped his fingers, and her clothes appeared in a pile on the floor.

"You're right. Today was a really long day, and I just wanted a donut. You should finger me as an apology, because actions speak louder than words," she suggested in a saccharine voice. The only sign of Desmond's annoyance was the swish of his tail behind him. I only noticed it because I was the number one cause of it, until Diana came along.

He pushed two fingers inside her, quickly working her into a frenzy.

She's riding those fingers like she has somewhere to go,Bash said, his voice thick with need. His voyeuristic tendencies never failed to amaze me. I swear he could probably finish just from watching.

That view though, I pointed out. Her ass was bouncing, cheeks practically clapping together.

He used a third finger, and she threw her head back as she moaned.

"Are you going to come, dollface? I want you to come all over my fingers, you little brat," he rasped in her ear.

"I'm so close," she groaned.

He stopped, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on her thigh. "Then say please, and I'll let you come."

Diana dug her fingernails into his shoulders. "You asshole!" She got up, and prowled up the bed to Ares, pushing him down on his back. She unbuckled his belt, then pulled his pants down, letting his giant dick flop out. "You won't leave me high and dry, will you Ares?"

"Of course not." He spit on his dick and pulled her on top of him and pushed her down onto it. She gasped as he seated himself inside her.

"Fuck, you're going to split me open," she cried as she furiously rode him.

"Only if you don't pace yourself, LG. Look at those pretty nipples," he said before sitting up and sucking one into his mouth. He flicked the other, his face pure bliss.

I don't know if I want to deny her, Ares admitted. I want to come so badly right now it's not even funny. May have hyped this party up way too much for myself.

Bash kissed Ares' cheek, making the god's entire body glow. I caught a wisp of the potent pheromones he gave him, enough to make someone with Ares' insane stamina climax.

I don't care if you come, big guy. You and I can go for round two later. Just don't let her come, Desmond prompted him.

Deal,Ares agreed.

He pulled out of her, flipping her over onto her hands and knees before plunging inside her again. The bed shook with every thrust, and I could see on Diana's face that she was getting close.

"Ares," she moaned.

When he stilled inside her, her face fell into an irritated frown. He pulled out, pushing all his come back inside her with his fingers.

"I said I wouldn't leave you dry…" he commented, flipping her onto her back and opening her legs. "But you're so full…"

Not appreciating his antics, she pushed him away, rolling over and pushing up into a crawling position. "What the fuck? I'm done with you all. I'm leaving," she shrieked.

Bash gently placed his hand on her arm, stopping her. "Not so fast, Birdie. I would never do that to you."

"You wouldn't?" she asked hesitantly. I knew my girl was smart…but when she was dickmatized, she didn't always use her best judgment. Bash would one hundred percent deny her orgasm. He'd push her to the edge so many times she'd cry.

"I wouldn't do it either, Queen," I falsely promised her. This was way too much fun, and I was hard as a rock and just wanted her so badly… Hopefully she'd forgive us all once she came.

Bash took his clothes off the old fashioned way, throwing them all over the room like an animal. "How about Mal finishes you off, and you suck me?"

She nodded, and Bash wasted no time driving himself into her mouth. His pheromones drifted through the air, and I already knew I wouldn't last long. Kneeling behind her, all my guilt about playing along with this game melted away when I slid inside her and felt how wet she was. Hell's bells, she felt like nirvana. She pushed back, working herself on and off me as she tried to chase her pleasure again. Every time she pulled back, I saw my glistening dick between her cheeks, and I had to think of crazy shit to not come on the spot.

Out of season menswear, burnt food, clowns, frogs…

"You two are going to make me come so fucking hard," Bash growled. I peered up and saw Azazel kissing his neck. Ugh, they were so fucking hot.

Diana saw them too. She clenched around me, and I pulled out, tugging on my knot until I came so hard I almost blacked out. Some tears slipped down her face, and I almost felt bad. But I knew that despite Desmond's supervillain laughter, he wouldn't leave her hanging.

"Are you done, you bratty girl? Do you want to stop biting your nose to spite your face and say please like the good girl I know you can be?"

She glared at him as she took Bash's cock to the back of her throat. She started coughing as she struggled to swallow all of his come. Some of it dribbled down her chin, Desmond graciously got up and swiped it off her face. He pushed it into Azazel's mouth, and I swear I got hard all over again from watching them.

Diana took a deep breath, as if she was steeling herself to go right into the middle of a bloodbath. She used the back of her hand to wipe away her tears. "Please, make me come."

"There you go. You used really good manners, dollface," he praised her as he positioned her onto her back. "I want to see your beautiful face when I make you come."

She melted into the mattress, and I laid next to her. "You're a goddess, Diana." I bit her nipple before pulling it into my mouth, alternating between biting it and sucking the pain away.

Desmond's steady, deep thrusts inside her pushed her slowly to her climax. She babbled, begging him for release.

"Please, please, please," she cried. "I need it. Please."

Desmond pushed her hair out of her face with a rare tenderness he only showed occasionally. As he kissed her lips, I snaked my hand between her thighs and flicked her clit. Her thighs shook so intensely, and I held my breath as I waited for her to detonate.

Fuck Mal, she's like a vise. Keep going, he growled through our mindlink.

I sped up, rubbing her clit in tight circles. Her entire body glowed a violent, vibrant gold before she came, sobbing through their kiss. Desmond grasped under her knees and thrusted deep one last time, knotting her. After we all caught our breath, Desmond rolled over so they laid on their sides.

Sidling up behind her, I snuggled her as closely as I could, holding her tightly.

Masculine groans floated through the room, and I looked on the other side of the room. Bash was plowing into Azazel, hoisting the larger man against the walls by his thighs. Ares sat in the chair by the bedside, watching them intently as he slowly stroked himself.

"Are you okay?" Desmond asked her before kissing her forehead. "You were so good, my perfect doll."

She rubbed her tear stained face in his neck, then kissed his cheek. "Yeah, I'm just crying because that was so…intense. If my brain was online, I'd come up with a better word."

"Do you need anything?" I asked.

"Yeah. One of those cherry colas, please. Thank you, Mal."

Desmond caressed her face, resting his forehead against hers. "Your manners are music to my ears, dollface."