51. Roan

51

ROAN

S ex-dazed and breathless, my beautiful treluria stared at me. The demon’s heightened senses could smell her renewed arousal, even over all the scents of sex, cum, and her release around us. Even now, she wanted me. Us.

But she was like a beautiful waif at a feast, fuller than she’d ever been in her life yet still trying to figure out how to have more.

My friends and I had fucked her in groups before. For gods’ sakes, the others had worked together to have her in veritable orgies.

But we’d never had her this way. Never all of us together, one after the other with our powers on full display, fucking her until the soft skin between her legs was flushed red from taking so many of us.

She’d be lucky to be able to walk after this.

Inside me, the demon rumbled. It would fix that. It would fix everything.

If I would let it.

“What proposal?” my beautiful treluria breathed, blinking at me. Ozias had damn near split her open with that massive cock of his, and that was after Byron and the others used every trick they could think of to show her how much she meant to us all.

Now it was my turn.

With a careful glance at Ozias to confirm his beast was willing to release her, I waited for his small nod before I lifted her away from him. Laying her down on the carpet of moss Niko had made thicker for us all, I traced a finger along the curve of her pink cheek. “Let me tend to you.”

Her brow wrinkled in adorable confusion. “But”—her hands reached between us for my cock, a noise of frustrated desire escaping her—“I want you.”

I stilled her hands. “Use this connection between us first. Draw on my magic. My energy.” I took a breath, pushing myself past the doubts that still clung to the edges of my mind like old habits refusing to fully die. “And the demon’s.”

Her eyes widened. Murmurs passed among the others.

But they didn’t protest. Not enough to make me take my eyes from hers while she absorbed what I’d said, anyway.

She bit her lip. She was so worn out that I worried exhaustion would pull her down into sleep before she could agree.

But suddenly, the cool, bright feeling that I knew was her grew stronger. Ever since the spell Casimir and Byron cast over us all, it was like a window opened in my mind, allowing ghostly moonlight to pour into the darkness of my soul.

I couldn’t understand how I’d ever lived without it.

And we’d all already learned that when she focused, when she wanted to do so, the brightness could grow, as if she’d blown aside a curtain to let her true brilliance fully shine through. Feeling it now, my own magic rose instantly to meet it, and the demon’s did too, both of us relishing the sense of merging our powers with hers.

Because joining with her light felt like coming home.

Her eyes widened, our energy flooding into her, renewing her strength and stamina. Someday, it would be exhilarating to test how far this could go. How long we could keep her sexual appetite fueled before we all collapsed into a puddle of postcoital exhaustion.

But for now…

“May I, princess?” I asked, tracing a finger down between her breasts.

She nodded, her eyes clearer and wide with desire. “Fuck me, Roan. I want your cum in me too.”

Gods, I loved hearing filthy talk from her. Desire drove a growl from me that had precious little to do with the demon. Lowering myself over her, I let my hips push her legs wide.

I sank into her wet heat.

And that, too, felt like coming home.

Her inner muscles clenched around me like her pussy was eager to follow through on everything she’d said moments ago. My fingers dug into the thick moss as I pulled back slowly, savoring the feeling of her slick heat stroking my cock. When my tip hovered just inside her entrance again, I reversed course, driving back into her and watching her eyes squeeze shut as she moaned.

The brilliant light of her presence tightened around me at the same time her pussy did.

I groaned, fighting with all my strength not to come right this second. But holy fuck …

Her hips rocked against me, tiny pleading noises coming from her.

There was no way I could leave her wanting.

My fingers ripped through the moss, and my teeth clenched. I grunted with desperate effort as I thrust into her soft heat.

A shudder passed through my body, and my skin prickled. The demon was here, but he wasn’t fighting for control.

We will last as long as she needs, he growled in my mind, his strength fueling my thrusts.

I simply nodded because gods help me if I could form a single fucking word.

She felt too good for that.

Beneath me, our treluria gasped, frantic little noises leaving her as her pussy began fluttering around my length.

In my mind, the demon groaned at the feeling of it.

“Come for me, beloved,” I gasped. “Come like the good girl you?—”

She cried out as her inner walls clenched down hard and pulsed with waves of pleasure.

The demon and I didn’t stand a chance.

A shout tore from me as I came, my voice thick with the demon’s growl too. My eyes squeezed shut, my cock pumping for all it was worth to fill her.

Mate her, the demon snarled, just as overcome as I was. Breed her, fill her with cum until she swells with our young.

Breathing hard, I rested my head on the moss for a moment as my instinctive thrusting slowed and stopped. Yeah… you know that’s probably not going to happen, right? I told him silently.

The demon made a dismissive sound in my mind. We shall see. Either way, we will fill her with cum and bring her pleasure, yes?

A small chuckle left me, breathless. Definitely.

I could feel him smirk arrogantly, fully confident he could accomplish whatever he wanted, even breeding a vampire, as long as she was on board with it too.

Beneath me, my beautiful treluria stirred. Pulling out of her, I shifted position quickly to keep from resting my weight on her too heavily.

She smiled up at me. “Thank you.”

I smiled back. “Thank you, beloved.”

Her hand reached up, taking my cheek, and a question filled her eyes. I knew what she was going to ask before she spoke, and I tensed in spite of myself.

“And the demon?” Her brow rose hopefully.

The monster within me shuddered with need. But rather than rush forward, rather than steal control, his fiery gaze only turned to me, waiting for my answer, every bit as hopeful as our princess.

At the edges of my mind, the old fears still lingered like ghosts unwilling to fade away.

But that didn’t mean I had to continue living my life by them.

Dropping my gaze from hers, I squeezed my eyes shut. Promise me, I said silently to the demon. Promise me on both our graves you’ll never hurt her.

Drawing himself up in my mind, the demon regarded me like the proud king and dethroned god he’d always believed himself to be. But there was no malice in his appraisal. None of the judgment I’d felt for so many years. Only something that left me stunned speechless.

Respect.

I swear, unbroken one, he replied. I swear.