Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

NYX

I don't know whether to scorch the human hounds or to flay them alive. Either option seems too tame for what they did to me.

"You two … while I slept …"

The one named Mordac huffs and crosses his arms over his broad chest. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it."

"I didn't know you were hounds!"

Tyrac shrugs. "We aren't hounds at the moment, and we weren't then. We're human, for all intents and purposes, and when you thought we were the humans you ordered for your pleasure, you had no problems with us. It's rather hypocritical of you to balk at the notion of sleeping with us now."

I hate to admit it, but he has a point. If the hounds had been the mortals I thought they were, I would have no issue with their presence in my bed. Hell, if they'd been mortals, I would have welcomed them, asleep or awake.

Tyrac eases off the bed, standing across from me. "Give us a chance, Nyx. We can fulfill your desires as much as any human, maybe even more."

"Indeed. We, too, have been without for centuries. Perhaps we could reach an accord, agree to use each other to our mutual benefit." Mordac grins and palms his cock. "I, for one, would gladly allow you to use me as you choose."

Tempting offer. I can't deny that the hounds, in their human forms at least, are good at what they do. They're skilled lovers, and it's been quite some time since I've had the pleasure of male companions to join me. Still … "And if I agree? What then? We'll have our fun here on Earth, yes, but do you really think the Dark Lord would approve of us continuing our dalliance in Hell when we return? We demonkin are rarely allowed such luxuries."

Tyrac waves a dismissive hand. "So what if he doesn't allow it? Then we go back to our lives as they have been for centuries. Why deny ourselves a week of pleasure just because it can't continue once we're back home?"

The two men stare at me with hope in their eyes as I weigh their words. "If the Dark Lord disapproves …"

"Hell is a vast domain," Mordac says. "We could easily avoid each other for the rest of eternity, if that's what you wish. However, if he does not, or if you find yourself having sudden urges that cannot be met alone … well, we would be easy enough to find."

Dare I hope that we could continue this once we return to Hell?

Tyrac takes a step towards me, his hand extended. "Please, Nyx. You can deny us if you wish, but don't deny yourself. Let us warm your bed for these next few days. Let us tend to your every need, your every desire, before you decide."

While I struggle with myself, he takes another step, bringing himself within reach. I stare at his hand, palm up in offering.

"I make no promises for the future," I say cautiously.

Tyrac flashes a smile. "I expect no promises."

Looking into his amber eyes, I find myself unable to resist any longer. I take his hand and guide him back to the bed, where Mordac waits. "Lie back," I say to Tyrac, straddling his lap as he obeys my command. Mordac slides up behind us, nuzzling my neck and rubbing my thighs.

"Allow me," he murmurs in my ear, and I arch my back as he reaches around and guides his brother's cock into me. The hounds are well-endowed in their human forms, and I sigh with delight as Tyrac fills me. He grabs my breasts and thrusts up into me, burying himself even deeper.

We fall into a quick and easy rhythm with me grinding against Tyrac and him lifting his hips to meet mine. Mordac busies himself with exploring my body, hands roaming and stroking wherever he can reach. He presses his chest to my back, and his hard cock rests between my cheeks. Before long, his hands make their way to those cheeks, spreading me wide and toying with my ass. Thick fingers press into me, and I lean forward to allow him better access.

Mordac takes my repositioning for the invite that it is. Within seconds I feel his head replacing his fingers. The stretch is rather unpleasant at first, but he inches in gradually, allowing me time to adjust. Soon the pinch of pain is replaced by a tingle of pleasure that spreads through my body with each frantic thrust.

As if the twin cocks inside me weren't enough, both men continue to lavish me with gentle touches all over. Tyrac tends to my breasts while Mordac teases my clit with his fingers. I moan and writhe as the multitude of sensations sends me over the edge into bliss.

My week of freedom on Earth ends up being spent in the hotel room, rarely leaving the bed save to let the demonic staff in to deliver more food and drink to the room. I don't miss the raised eyebrows of the demon servants as they note our lack of dress, or the snickers from the cleaning crew as they change our sheets for the third time in a day.

Seven days pass in a haze of lust and desire, but sadly all good things must end. I hook the leashes back on the hounds' collars after they change back, and we make for the chapel to travel back to Hell. Tyrac whines and rubs his head against my leg, but I can't give in. The Dark Lord expects us back, and to disobey would be the height of mutiny. I'd hate to think what tortures he could exact on us if we were caught trying to escape our fate.

We meet the Dark Lord in his chamber, and he greets us with a fanged grin. "I trust your week on Earth was uneventful, Nyx?"

"You could say that," I reply.

He leans forward to scratch Mordac between his ears. "And did the hounds get plenty of exercise?"

"Indeed, they did."

"Well, then …" He sits back in his throne and steeples his fingers. "Perhaps I could ask you to watch them a few centuries longer. I tire of keeping track of these two, and they could use a permanent keeper. My only request would be that you ensure they get their week of exercise each century. Would that be something you would agree to?"

My jaw drops as his words sink in. I find it hard to believe, and I wait for the catch that's inevitably coming. It can't be real. There has to be some hitch.

The hounds' tails wag happily at the news, and the Dark Lord sits patiently awaiting my answer.

"You just want me to … watch them?"

"Yes. Watch them, care for them, keep them entertained." He gestures at the hounds. "I care not how you do it, just that they're kept happy and healthy. The means of such would be up to you."

Oh, I can think of plenty of ways to keep the hounds happy … "Thank you, My Lord. I would gladly accept this task."

His scaly lips spread in a wide grin. "Excellent."

The hounds jump up and place their front paws on my chest, licking my face with glee. I take their leashes as the Dark Lord dismisses us and lead them back to my home.

"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you two planned this."

Mordac snorts, and Tyrac pants in a canine grin. Both tails wag, and their pointed ears perk up.

"Well, it looks like I'm stuck with you for a few centuries. What would you like to do to pass the time?"

The air hums with demonic magic as the hounds shift to their human forms.

"I think we can find some way to occupy your time, Lady Nyx …"

I shut the door to my chambers, eager to begin our centuries of fun.

The End