Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

TYRAC

I can't deny my brother's spell is effective in keeping the keeper asleep, though it's amazing how reactive she is despite her slumber. She's swallowed the entire length of me, and she continues to swallow and suck even as I thrust into her again and again. Strings of saliva stretch between us and run down her chin. At the same time, my twin grunts and moans between her legs, filling her ripe pussy with his cock. His infernal tattoos ripple with his muscle movements, almost coming alive before my eyes.

I hadn't believed our luck when the demoness pleasured herself in front of us, and I still don't believe it now. A fantasy this surreal can't last forever, but I'll be damned if I don't take it for all it's worth.

A sudden knock on the door to our suite stops me in my tracks, though Mordac continues his onslaught. "It's just the humans she ordered from the concierge desk," he snarls through gritted teeth as his hips slam into hers. "I'd say we could let them in, but she has precious few holes to share. I rather prefer it remain just us two."

I cast a quick spell to tighten my vocal cords, raising my pitch. "Go away! I have no need of you after all," I shout in Nyx's voice. Mordac snickers.

"Are you certain?" the concierge yells back through the door. "I found two human men that fit your exact specifications. It would be a shame to waste such fine, willing specimens, and ones who are ready and eager to tend to your every need, no less."

A flicker of magic sparks across from me, and Mordac answers for Nyx, who is not only still unconscious but whose mouth is still otherwise occupied.

"My needs are quite well met at the moment, thank you. Now go away, and see to it that I'm not disturbed for the rest of the night."

"As you wish, Lady Nyx."

Footsteps recede down the hallway, and Mordac and I break into twin fits of laughter.

"Finish quickly," he says in his own voice. "The spell will fade sooner now that we've been interrupted."

My hips speed up, and Nyx swallows harder against me. Despite my best efforts to release when I'm farther down her throat, hot demon cum oozes out of her full mouth when I pull out. She coughs and sputters in her sleep, and Mordac reaches across her body to smack me.

"Idiot! You think she won't notice when she wakes up with a face full of cum?"

I roll my eyes at him as he shudders through his own orgasm. "And when she stands and a flood of cum seeps from her pussy? You think she won't notice that?"

As if summoned to wakefulness by our words, Nyx stretches. Stirs. She wipes her chin and blinks in confusion, then smiles and licks her fingers. "You humans sent by the concierge get points for boldness, that much is certain, but you could stand to work on your cleanliness." Nyx grabs my collar and yanks until I'm face to face with her, a wicked grin spread across her lips. "Lick me clean, servants."

Interesting. She seems convinced that we're the humans she ordered from the front desk. We certainly can't keep up this ruse forever, but as long as she thinks we're merely humans, the risk of her wrath is lessened. Best to keep up appearances.

I have no qualms about licking my own seed from this beautiful demon's face, and Mordac bends to comply with her orders between her legs.

The room fills with the sweet scent of Nyx's arousal as Mordac devours her, and soon she meets my mouth with hers, our tongues intertwining. I briefly wonder how long she's been celibate in Hell to be so eager now, and I vow to thank our Dark Lord for this opportunity when we return to the Underworld.

Nyx's hand snakes between my legs as we kiss, her lithe fingers wrapping around my cock. Spurred on by her advances, I dive deeper with my tongue. My hand grips her hair and holds her to me as my cock hardens again. Nyx screams into my mouth, and Mordac moans between her legs, bringing her to a glorious, shuddering finish.

Since I am emboldened by her conscious response, I take a chance in speaking.

"What would you demand of us next, Mistress?"

Nyx pants, her full chest heaving. "First, I need to check on the hounds."

I freeze. "They are … sleeping. On the floor."

"Why concern yourself with dogs when you have two studs in your bed?" Mordac asks. "Let sleeping dogs lie, as they say."

A frown crosses Nyx's face, and she sits up. "Why are you two so adamant that I ignore the hounds?" Before I can move to block her view, she peers over the edge of the bed. Her clear green eyes widen, and she curses. "Fuck! They're gone!"

"We'll just call animal control," Mordac says, but Nyx is already off the bed and searching the room.

"Did you let them out when you came in?" she asks. She bends to look under the bed, granting us a wonderful view of her round, tight ass.

"I'm sure your dogs are fine."

She glares at me. "Hounds, not dogs. And if he finds out I lost them …"

Her words trail off as her gaze slides down my neck, following the lines of my tattoo. "Tyrac …" She jerks her eyes to Mordac's neck and reads his name as well. "But … the Dark Lord said that you can't shift …"

Mordac snickers. "We can't shift into mortal dogs, no. Humans? Sure."

Nyx's fair skin blanches even paler. "You mean I just— we just?—"

"Yes, Lady Nyx. You just fucked two dogs."