Tangled in Tendrils

TANGLED IN TENDRILS

AN EVEN MORE CHAOTIC VILLAINOUS XMAS SPECIAL

Theo POV

Wolfgang Suarez was wearing a… onesie.

And here I thought I’d seen it all.

To his credit, he was wearing it well. Even more fascinating was how he seemed to be flaunting it—like one might display the severed heads of enemies on stakes surrounding a military camp.

It brings back such fond memories.

I was a lover not a fighter nowadays, but my twins had warned me I’d better bring my A-game to this annual event or “get my ass beat.”

It wasn’t clear if they meant that literally —and it could go either way with this family—but I wasn’t overly concerned. I was the most powerful creature in this room, besides my mates. Not even the Suarez clan leader could take me.

Although, seeing him labeled as ‘Captain Masculine’s Favorite Brat’ is truly unsettling …

“You understand the rules, right, old man?” Gabriel asked for the millionth time as we perused the wrapped bounty lining the gift table.

If it had been Andre asking, I would have rolled my eyes, but my angel only wanted what was best for me. He was a people pleaser, and he especially lived to please me.

As evidenced by how greedily he drank down my cum an hour ago.

“Yes, angel,” I replied, smiling sweetly as I gave one parcel a rough shake. “We all pick numbers to be assigned an order. When it’s your turn, you either select a gift from the table or violently steal one from a previous player. After we’ve all fought to the brink of death, the player who went first gets their pick of the spoils—which I assume is how Wolfgang ended up with what he’s proudly wearing over there.”

Confirming my suspicions, Wolfgang lifted his glass of eggnog in salute. I smirked in return.

This will be child’s play.

Gabriel opened and closed his mouth a few times, seeming unsure how to reply to my strategic summary.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Andre mumbled around a bite of Baltasar’s apparently famous pignoli cookies. “A little less… violence, but not much.”

Well, that’s disappointing.

The sound of the Suarez family chef, Betsy, wheeling out more ‘nosh’ had everyone quieting down and focusing on her with predatory intent. It took me a moment to realize it wasn’t the food they were after, but the skull-shaped bowl she had lifted from the cart and was now carrying around the room.

“It’s an actual skull,” Butch—the Captain Masculine of the aforementioned onesie—loudly whispered while shooting me a meaningful look. “From a hero.”

Oh, really?

Narrowing my eyes, I unleashed a tendril to quickly graze the surface of the vessel before retracting it again.

“No, it’s not,” I calmly replied. “It’s acrylic on wood and probably came from the discount bin at the Halloween store.”

Butch gasped and glared at Xander, as if his fiancé had betrayed him in the most unforgivable way possible.

I sure hope they don’t call off the wedding next month.

That would be a shame…

“Stop ruining the mystique over there!” Simon hissed from where he was lounging against the arm of Wolfy’s chair, dressed as a slutty elf. “Part of blending in with Earthlings is learning their customs, so you will play our game and YOU WILL LIKE IT!”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” I muttered, annoyed once again that there was no booze served during this foolish event.

I’ll simply have to feed off everyone’s fear instead.

“I was joking, Captain,” I purred, leaning in close enough to my prey that Xander growled in warning. “The skull did belong to a hero, and he died an excruciating death. Shall I explain to you in detail how his insides became his outsides?”

Butch glanced at his bowl of chili con carne before setting it down on a side table. “Nope. I’m good.”

Baltasar snorted as he dug around in the wooden bargain bin skull. “Five bucks says the twins have twin boners right now.”

In signature fashion, Andre rolled his eyes and Gabriel blushed adorably .

Boner confirmation!

“FUCK YES!!!” Baltasar abruptly shouted, causing the one human in attendance—a very pregnant woman named Kai—to almost spill her eggnog. “Read ‘em and weep, suckahs! Number fucking one! We’re number one, we’re number one, we’re…”

This idiotic chanting continued as Betsy continued shuffling around with the bowl, and when Zion Salah inexplicably joined in the chorus, the idiocy only multiplied.

Can I simply star hop away from ? —

“No, Theo,” replied both twins simultaneously, which inspired Butch to creep further away from me.

Bye, himbo.

“Enjoy your short-lived victory, Baby Hulk,” Simon cooed as he and Wolfy drew the equally coveted numbers ten and eleven. “I’m certain you will still find a way to lose.”

Baltasar scoffed. “No way. I’m totally winning Christmas this year.”

I bet he says that every year.

“May the gay force be with you, Balty,” Xander called out before glancing around. “Is everyone limbered up and ready?”

“Don’t. Kill. Anyone,” Andre whispered, although I noticed he said it both out loud and loud enough for others to hear.

The game has already begun, I see…

I simply shrugged noncommittally in response and joined the others in staring at Baltasar expectantly.

After high-fiving his inventus like the meathead jock he was, the supe known as Blunt Force strutted over to the table and went straight for the gift I’d brought .

Interesting…

“I’m assuming this is something good since it came from Sex Party Daddy Warbucks over there!”

I plopped into a chair and began absent-mindedly filling a plate from the dick-shaped charcuterie board. “It’s actually something I found kicking around an old junk drawer… but perhaps you can use it as a paperweight.”

Or to crush against your forehead like a beer can.

“What the hell?” Looking unsurprisingly confused, Baltasar tossed aside the leopard print artisan paper to reveal an object I’d rather never look at ever again.

A Stellarian Celestial Cube.

“Theo!” Andre choked out before smoothing out his expression when Baltasar glanced our way.

“Why the FUCK would you bring a WEAPON to the Suarez family White Elephant gift exchange?!”

These supes are so touchy.

While I couldn’t telepathically communicate like the twins could, I knew they were able to hear my thoughts loud and clear.

“Demon. The cube features technology far beyond what anyone on this planet is capable of inventing, much less understanding. If Baby Hulk, of all people ? —”

Everyone’s attention snapped to Baltasar as a whirring sound filled the room, indicating that the idiot had somehow figured out how to turn it on.

Idiot savant, I should say …

“Very well.” Wolfy clapped his gloved hands. “Who has number two?”

Andre sighed heavily and glanced down at the number in his hand before side-eyeing Baltasar.

Oh.

Suddenly, I understood the corner I’d backed my demon into. Yes, he could use his turn to clean up my mess— per usual —but doing so would alert the other predators in the room to the importance of the cube. The ensuing battle for dominance and ownership would no doubt result in us losing the cube anyway. There might even be bloodshed.

And possibly no survivors.

It could be glorious!

With another sigh that was heavier than the fruitcake Betsy left behind, Andre stood and walked to the table before choosing a gift at random.

We all watched as he opened it, but I noticed Wolfgang’s smile was the evilest. As the last of the paper was removed and the small apparel box opened, I discovered why.

“Welp. These leather gloves look familiar…” Andre laughed humorlessly.

“Indeed.” Wolfgang nodded as his smile grew. “Now, all your dreams can come true, Dre. You can be just. Like. Me.”

This family is ruthless.

Zion opened a pair of hamburger slippers Kai had brought—which he loved, no surprise. But when Kai opened her pick to reveal a ‘dad-bod’ fanny pack Baltasar was apparently re-gifting from last year’s exchange, the poor girl inexplicably started crying .

“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Violentia screeched, launching herself at her younger brother with the fury of a Stellarian Star Unit primed for war.

Now we’re talking!

A brief tussle ensued. Various family members were necessary to peel the Suarez sister’s hands from Baby Hulk's throat—while Gabriel hid the shrimp forks, for some reason.

Once everyone settled down again, it was Violentia’s turn. She snatched the fanny pack from Kai and loudly announced it would help hide her enormous dick.

The One with the Biggest Dick.

This allowed Kai to pick again, but when she unwrapped another onesie—brought by Xander and embroidered with ‘Simon’s Favorite Dog’—she started crying again.

Perhaps the parasite growing inside her is to blame…

It was Butch’s turn next, and he rose with the assured grace of a man who knew how much power he held in this world—a far cry from the skittish boy sidling away from me earlier. And when he coolly snatched the onesie from Kai’s shaking fingers, I realized he was seeking revenge for the onesie incident I’d heard of from a year ago.

So, so touchy.

A series of beeps had me worriedly checking on Baltasar, who was continuing to mess with the cube. He’d only succeeded in creating a light show to illuminate the chaos, so I brought my attention back to where Kai finally seemed pleased with her latest gift.

The burrito blanket Gabriel had brought.

“It’s the best thing ever,” he whispered to her conspiratorially. “I love wrapping myself in it at the end of the day. ”

“And I love unwrapping you and then stuffing the blanket in your mouth while pounding you senseless,” I added helpfully. When everyone gaped at me in stunned silence, I threw up my hands. “What? I thought we were discussing the benefits.”

“Just… pick a gift, Theo,” Gabriel muttered from where he’d buried his adorably beet-red face in his hands.

Ooh, my turn!

It was tempting to claim the coveted onesie—if only to throw a grenade into this odd dick-measuring contest—but I wasn’t too keen on being labeled as Simon’s dog.

That’s a bit too taboo, even for me.

Besides, I was more curious about a gilded envelope tucked among the selection. This was not to be confused with the envelope Andre had brought, which I knew contained a guest pass to The Refinery’s second Big City location.

Because I peeked.

Oops.

I noticed Butch tense as I selected the envelope, but when I opened it and scanned the contents, my excitement deflated.

Worst. Gift. Ever.

In the interest of openly displaying my boredom, I tonelessly read it off. “This certificate gives the recipient the right to choose the middle name of Butch and Xander’s future child?—”

“Baby, you didn’t!” Xander gasped as the entire room erupted in a flurry of enthusiastic exclamations.

Kai was crying again, and Violentia was being physically restrained from attacking Butch by a half-lizard Zion Salah .

I was about to throw the foolish certificate onto the charcuterie to let the monsters feast, but then I caught Simon and Wolfy staring at me as if I possessed the holy grail itself.

Ah, so it’s actually the best gift ever…

“Give me that,” Xander growled as he snatched the certificate from my hands. “Go pick something else, X-Files.”

Rude.

I’m much closer to Venom, thank you very much.

I chose another parcel at random and was delighted to discover it contained bikini-style satin underwear printed with the Suarez family motto.

Blood is thicker than murder.

Simon smiled as if in pain. “I see you picked my gift. Très merveilleux. Well, wear them in good health!”

I scoffed as I pulled the underwear over my dress pants—to demonstrate how little of me would be contained.

“Oh, there will be nothing healthy about what we get up to with these.” I chuckled, laughing harder when he grimaced. “What do you think, Demon?”

Andre simply leveled me with a hard look, clasping his now gloved hands in his lap with a leathery creak that went straight to my tightly restrained balls.

By Stellaria!

Is it time to leave yet?

“My turn!” Gabriel squeaked, no doubt also ready to return to the nest thanks to the lust traveling through our bond.

When he hurriedly unwrapped a small box to reveal a glass vial filled with mysterious liquid, Zion piped in .

“Oh, yeah! That’s uh… lube, made from my lizard serum.” He placed his hamburger-slippered feet in Baltasar’s lap and grinned wickedly at his blushing inventus. “My brother Micah developed it so a certain someone could experience what it felt like to have a lizard dick of his very own. Besides mine, of course.”

Andre sharply inhaled, his gaze fixed on the serum in his twin’s hand with so much intensity, it could only mean one thing

I’m in danger.

“You’re not planning on sullying my gloves, are you?” Wolfgang narrowed his eyes at the three of us accusingly.

Simon gave his dog a sharp swat to the head as he stood. “That’s a bit hypocritical, hmm, mon chou? It’s almost nightly you inquire whether I want the gloves on or off… and sometimes, you don’t ask at all!”

Sounds like The Hand of Death does plenty of sullying himself.

Any stray chatter that had broken out hushed as Simon slowly approached a defeated-looking Butch.

“It appears you still require some villainous training, Captain Masculine.” The tiny terror sniffed as he somehow stared down at the mass of muscle cowering before him. “If you meant for your gifts to taunt us, you should have ensured they weren’t items you couldn’t afford to lose.”

Touché.

Simon pinched the onesie between his thumb and pointer finger and slowly removed it from Butch’s hands. Then, he slung it over his shoulder and strutted a victory march back to Wolfy’s throne.

Butch sighed but was significantly cheered up by Andre’s guest pass to The Refinery 2.0 .

Brace yourself, you big beefcake.

Last was Wolfgang, and it wasn’t hard to guess which item he had set his predatory sights on.

Xander groaned as his older brother carefully plucked the baby naming certificate out of his lap. “What if it’s a girl, Wolfy?”

The formidable clan leader shrugged as he carefully folded the piece of paper and slipped it into his ‘Captain Masculine’s Favorite Brat’ onesie pocket. “Wolfgang works as a middle name for any gender, in my opinion.”

With a growl that was more defeated than dangerous, Xander rose and stomped to the table to retrieve the last gift.

Which turned out to be a bag of dicks.

Dick-shaped cookies, that is.

“They’re organic!” Violentia crowed in triumph. “And feel free to share with everyone. I want you all to eat a bag of dicks… and choke on them.”

‘Tis the season!

“And there you have it!” Simon announced. “Now, let’s crack open the champagne Bunny sent and?—”

“Hold on a fucking second!” Baltasar blurted out as the cube made a sound like a dying cow. “I still get the last trade, right?”

Oh, no…

I wasn’t particularly worried about any of our items—and the onesie was out of play since it had been traded three times—but if Baby Hulk decided he wanted in on the baby naming, then that would put the Celestial Cube in the possession of Wolfgang Suarez.

I’ve made a terrible mistake .

Andre’s hand landed on my leg as Baltasar rose and began ambling across the room—squeezing hard enough that I knew it was but a hint of the pain to come.

Which truly isn’t punishment, let’s be honest.

But Baltasar didn’t demand his clan leader hand over the most coveted item of the night. Instead, he headed for Kai and her burrito blanket and tentatively held out the cube.

“I… uh… just think it would be cute if Z and I both had food-related gifts, you know?” He addressed Kai but still eyed his older sister with a healthy amount of caution while shifting awkwardly in place.

We all held our collective breath— who knew pregnant human women were so terrifying? —but Kai smiled and bundled up the burrito blanket for the trade.

“Okay, yeah, that is super cute. Ohmygawd, now I’m crying agaaaaain…”

Violentia snatched the cube from Baltasar and angrily shooed him away with his prize before refocusing on comforting Kai.

Maybe it’s all women who are terrifying…

Now that the yearly games were complete, my twins immediately swapped gifts. Andre pocketed the lube with a threatening smirk sent my way while Gabriel pulled on his gloves and beamed at Wolfgang.

His eldest brother huffed a laugh. “You could have just told me you like them, Padawan. I would have bought you a pair of your own.”

Gabriel’s cheeks pinked, but he shrugged it off. “Yeah, well, it’s more fun to win.”

Wolfgang nodded proudly. “Indeed. ”

More eating commenced, paired with long-awaited—by me— drinking. A few hours later, I found myself in one of the compound’s hideously modern, glassed-in hallways, drunkenly swaying as I watched the snow fall outside.

“Mmm… looks like we might get snowed-in,” Andre murmured as he appeared beside me.

I rolled my eyes as I turned to face him. “Don’t go getting romantic on me, demon.”

Gross.

He chuckled, low and dark. “No. I meant that if enough snow fell, you’d be stuck here. With me. So when I pin you down and fuck you with the dick of your enemy, you’ll have no choice but to take it like the Stellarian whore you are.”

I was speechless. Never mind that I couldn’t get ‘snowed-in’—since I could simply star hop to another location—but the idea of being forcefully taken like some spoil of war had me soaking my new satin panties in precum and freezing like a deer in headlights.

Like prey.

“What do you think, brat?” Andre leaned in to brush his lips over mine, making me shiver. “Do you wanna play?”

I nodded then managed to croak, “Yes,” since I knew my Demon needed verbal confirmation.

Fuck, yes.

He straightened, smirking as he ran his hand down his tragically black outfit to palm his cock through his pants. “Good. I’m already lubed up and ready to fuck you into submission.” His smile turned truly villainous. “Start running.”

Andre POV

I watched Theo disappear around the corner before counting down from one hundred.

Then, I strolled back to the living room to hang out with my family.

I’m gonna let that man cook.

There truly was no better way to rile up a brat than to delay gratification, and the added danger in this situation meant Theo would be a shivering pile of need by the time I found him.

Whenever I get around to it.

An hour later, Gabe tapped on our mind-bond.

“Should I assume our old man is tied up somewhere, not just missing in action?”

I chuckled and shot my twin a smile where he was sitting on the loveseat beside Wolfy.

Wearing matching gloves.

Such a minion.

“We’re playing hide and seek while I wait for this lizard serum to work its magic.”

Gabe’s eyes widened, his gaze flickering to Zion before landing on my crotch. When our eyes met again, he looked… concerned.

“What if it’s permanent? I’ve seen Zion’s dick, dude. It looks like something a monster fucker would keep in their bedside drawer… ”

I wanted to ask how he knew what our brother’s inventus’ dick looked like, but it was more important to ease his mind. Gabe may not have been my submissive, but he was still mine.

And I take care of what belongs to me.

“Don’t worry. I cornered both Zion and Balty and made them swear on Daisy’s life that my dick would go back to normal in a few hours, trust.”

Gabe chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, and I realized there was still something bothering him. After I shot him my sternest Dom look, he elaborated.

“But you don’t know where Theo is right now?”

Hmm.

He has a point…

Just as I was about to get up and search for our notorious troublemaker, Wolfy’s phone buzzed.

“That’s… odd.” Our eldest brother squinted down at the screen. “The sensors in the lab detected movement, but nothing’s showing up on the cameras…”

He trailed off and lifted his gaze to fix me with the infamous Hand of Death stare.

I smirked and rose to stand. “Thanks for the tip, Darth Handsy. I’d suggest turning the cameras off for a while… unless you want some tips of your own.”

Wolfy rolled his eyes but dutifully started tapping on his phone while Simon grimaced in my direction. Shrugging nonchalantly at our Mafia Queen, I sent my twin an invite.

“Hungry for some sammiches? ”

Gabe stifled a smile. “Nah, I’m good. You two could use some quality time together. I’ll wait for dessert.”

Forever my wingman.

I spun on my heel and strode from the room, pointedly ignoring Xanny calling after me to not wreck his shit in the lab.

If all goes to plan, my bratty alien will be the one getting wrecked…

It was a fair concern. Theo and I had been known to ‘redecorate’ a room during playtime, but I already had a plan that should help keep things under control.

A little bondage with a side of CNC.

As the elevator dinged at the basement level floor, I gave thanks we'd completely gutted the place during the Suarez compound restoration. There was nothing I wanted less than fucking in my father’s old lab of horrors.

Instant boner killer.

I passed by the infamous family archives—which you needed approved fingerprint access to enter, thank fuck—and reached Xanny’s lab away from home.

Away from his lame-ass warehouse lair.

It was pitch-black inside, and while I didn’t need lights to see, I needed the fluorescents on to really set the scene.

No sooner had I hit the lights than Theo materialized on one of the stainless steel dissection tables, lounging in a Playgirl -worthy pose.

Naked as the day he was born.

Well.

The day his skinsuit was born …

“About time you decided to show,” he huffed. “I was ready to star hop to the club to see about having this taken care of.”

The ‘this’ he was referring to was his cock, of course, and a satisfied smirk curled my lip to see how engorged it was—how precum was dripping all over his hot fox abs.

Mine.

I knew Theo wouldn’t actually allow anyone besides Gabe and me anywhere near his dick, but he knew better than to even suggest it.

Looks like someone needs some punishment.

“Interesting…” I absently mused as I slowly advanced, feeling my enhanced equipment press against my zipper in anticipation. “I would have thought a Stellarian warrior would be skilled enough to not get captured… and smart enough to not run his mouth once he was.”

“Captured?!” Theo scoffed indignantly, just as I knew he would. “You do remember I could easily star?—”

His words cut off with a yelp as I effortlessly used my powers to slam him onto his back and freeze him in place—with his tendrils trapped inside him.

Behave.

“Demon…” he growled. “You don’t play fair.”

I barked a laugh as I reached the table. “And you don’t act right.” I spread his muscular legs and planted his feet on the steel surface—exposing everything to me.

Everything I’m about to wreck.

“Is this part of your sick fantasy?” he spat, vibrating with rage. “Fucking me against my will with that… that disgustingly deformed cock?! ”

Humming noncommittally, I freed the Lacertus cock in question, noting the blatant hunger in Theo’s gaze as he tracked my movements.

I see you.

Thanks to our bond, I knew Theo was more annoyed I’d gotten the drop on him than anything, but consent was still important to confirm.

I ran my fingers up his thighs, drinking in how he shivered beneath my soothing touch. “You can safe out whenever you want, Theo… But yes, I want to hate fuck you while you’re powerless to stop me.” My gaze dropped to his cock, which was now weeping precum everywhere. “And it looks like you’re into it—like a good little whore.”

My whore.

To illustrate my point, I swept a hand through the sticky mess and used it to lube up my monster cock. It was wild to feel vertical ridges as I stroked myself, and the knot partway down my shaft was definitely gonna hurt once I shoved it into Theo’s tight hole.

Good.

Theo’s gaze was still riveted on my dick. “What if I tell you to stop?”

It took every ounce of willpower to keep my face impassive—to swallow the groan that almost leaped out of me at the thought. “The only thing that will make me stop is if I hear you say ‘Stellaria.’”

Do you want to play with me?

Theo looked to be battling with himself. His broad chest was rapidly rising and falling in time with the labored breaths puffing out from between his clenched teeth.

C’mon …

He glared up at me with so much hatred, I almost came on the spot. “If you put that thing anywhere near me, I will fucking tear you to shreds.”

Let’s play.

“Oh, this thing?” I calmly asked. Then I buried myself to the hilt in a single thrust.

To the knot, actually.

Theo screamed in pain—which, again, brought me dangerously close to coming—but I patiently waited for him to adjust with slow circles of my hips.

This was also to give me a minute, not only because Theo’s ass was squeezing the life out of me, but because my ridges were rubbing against his prostate in a way that was making me see stars through our bond.

RIP, Gabe.

As if on cue, my twin breathlessly barrelled into my head.

“Jesus fuck, Dre! I just had to run to the bathroom before I blew in front of everyone. What the hell are you up to down there?”

“Oh, just playing Captured By The Enemy Alien with our little cockslut. He’s pretending not to want me to wreck his hole with my Lacertus cock, so I’m forcing him to take it.”

Gabe was silent for so long, I wondered if I’d finally crossed the line of our admittedly questionable boundaries.

Oops.

“You alive over there ? —”

“Fucking wreck his ass,” Gabe hissed through our bond, and a groan escaped me as I felt him give himself a rough stroke .

Jesus!

“Are you communicating with that twin of yours?” Theo growled, snapping my focus back to his furious face.

My brat was trying so hard to act big mad at the idea, but I knew he loved it when Gabe or I pulled up a chair for the action.

I. See. You.

“Yes.” I pulled back, only to slam home again, causing Theo to cry out. “He wants me to wreck you. Can you be a good boy and scream for us?”

“Never,” Theo choked out as I slammed into him again, loving how he involuntarily clenched around me. “Fuck you, demon.”

That’s Demon with a capital D, brat.

While Pissed Off Theo was one of my favorite Theos, I didn’t want that vibe for this scene. The only thing that would satisfy the beast trying to claw its way out of my skin was if I tasted his fear.

Genuine fear.

I delivered a few more violent thrusts as I considered my options, but then, Gabe sent me a vision that had me freezing with my aching knot pressed up against Theo’s quivering hole.

Me, in Lacertus form, breeding my captive Stellarian.

Fuck, yes…

“Andre…?” Theo’s voice had taken on a hesitant tone that made me throb inside him.

Because he knows he’s about to learn .

It was child’s play to infiltrate Theo’s brain—to convince him the creature looming over him was a full-blooded Lacertus, intent on claiming his prize.

“Nonononooooo…” he stuttered as delicious fear passed over his ridiculously handsome face. “I don’t want… I can’t…”

“You do want it, and you will take it, slave,” I growled—adding the illusion of razor-sharp fangs and claws to my mirage as I picked up a punishing rhythm. “You’re going to take my knot because you’re nothing but a hot hole for me to fuck. For me to breed.”

“Fuck,” Theo gasped as I pummeled into him relentlessly, loosening him up to take all of me.

I need to breed him…

His eyes closed, but I used my powers to wrench them open. “Oh, no, you don’t,” I hissed. “You will watch as I take you—as I fill your slutty Stellarian hole with Lacertus seed.”

“Please…” Theo begged, tears streaming down his face as my enormous knot began to breach his opening. “Please, stop…”

“Don’t stop!” Gabe choked out, so close to coming that he had my eyes crossing.

I was almost past the point of no return myself—skirting the edge of the breeding frenzy the three of us often fell into while in bed together.

But I need to make sure he’s okay…

It was Theo begging that gave me pause, so I quickly jumped back into his head to get a feel for where he was at.

He loves it.

My slutty brat was so revved up, he was about two seconds away from detonation .

I can help with that.

With a roar my poor siblings probably heard upstairs, I delivered a final thrust that had my knot locking into place.

Theo screamed, blowing so hard, his cum ended up all over his face, but I wasn’t much better. I curled inward, half collapsing on top of him as my ‘Lacertus seed’ was ripped out of me so violently, I almost passed out.

HOLY FUCKING FUUUUCK!!!

It didn’t help that Gabe was unloading all over the guest bathroom while imagining playing Captured By The Enemy Alien with Theo, adding to the seemingly unending pleasure loop.

Triple homicide by orgasm…

The sound of Theo whimpering brought me back down to Earth. He looked dazed, his eyes unfocused as he shuddered through the after-shocks.

“You alive, starshine?” I quietly asked, releasing him from my mental hold and gently brushing his damp hair off his forehead.

I hope I haven’t actually traumatized him…

Maybe I should lick him clean?

It was something Theo often did to us post fuck-fest—an animal instinct we allowed and not-so-secretly loved.

Because it makes us feel safe.

Without waiting for his reply, I began licking the sweat and cum off his face, ending with his trembling lips.

Come back to me.

“Well, fuck,” he finally croaked, sounding almost like himself again as he snapped to focus on my face. “That was… better than I’d imagined.”

Oh?

“Been fantasizing about Lacertus dick, huh, Theo?” I teased, shifting my position so I could withdraw and watch my cum drip out of him.

My favorite part.

“What are you…?” Theo began before throwing his head back and cackling evilly.

Because I was stuck.

“What the fuck?” I barked, only slightly panicking to find my dick firmly lodged in Theo’s ass.

What the actual fuck?!

“Oh, demon,” he chuckled, pulling me into his arms. “Don’t tell me you threatened me with a knot without first understanding your weapon?”

Fucking hell.

“I thought it would just… deflate when I was done with you,” I mumbled, beyond irritated by the situation.

“It will,” he murmured, pure amusement dancing in his deep brown eyes. “In a few hours.”

A FEW HOURS?!

The Rabble is never gonna let me live this down.

“Mmm…” Theo hummed as he dragged his teeth along my neck, making my borrowed cock start to rally all over again.

Nononononooooo….

Panic was joined by fury as I remembered how both Zion and Balty had encouraged me to knot Theo, claiming it would “enhance the experience.”

Assholes.

Gabe must have sensed my emotions through the bond, as he suddenly appeared, hurriedly tucking his shirt back into his dress pants.

“What’s the prob—oh.” His gaze fell to where Theo was stretched around my knot, and his post-orgasm blush deepened. “Fuck.”

“That’s right, angel.” Theo snickered—a brat fully in his element. “Our demon got himself into quite a predicament thanks to his insatiable need to fuck.”

Your days are numbered, punk.

“Theo…” Gabe sighed, walking closer. “Let’s just star hop home so he’ll stop freaking out.”

Oh, right.

We can do that.

Theo huffed in annoyance even as he held out his hand for my twin to take. “You’re no fun. I was enjoying having the upper hand.”

An instant later, we’d landed on our big bed back at the McMansion in a tangle of limbs.

With my knot still firmly in place.

“Enjoy the advantage while you can, brat,” I growled, wrestling us onto our sides to wait it out. “As soon as my knot goes down, I’m shoving my Lacertus dick right down your whore throat.”

Theo clenched around me with a groan. “As if I’m not counting on it,” he murmured dreamily before a sly smile twisted his lips. “But how will I beg you to stop if I’m choking on your cock?”

It was my turn to groan as a fresh wave of cum pulsed out of me.

This is my life now.

“Leave him alone, old man,” Gabe chuckled as he wrapped himself around Theo from behind. “I wanna watch him wreck you again, but that can only happen if you behave.”

I held my breath. Never in the history of time had Theo ever willingly behaved, so I had little hope he was going to start now.

“Fine,” Theo replied, depositing a sweet kiss on my lips as I gaped in shock. “But only if the mind-melter here tricks my brain into believing two Lacertus soldiers have captured me, and they won’t be satisfied until one fucks my face while the other rides my enormous cock.”

You are ridiculous.

I huffed a laugh. “Deal. Now, let’s watch something on TV that won’t keep me hard.”

In other words— not porn.

With a low chuckle, Theo reached for the remote before putting on Bored Trophy Wives of Awakener’s Bay.

That’ll do it.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, but once I saw it was The Rabble group chat looking for the tea, I tossed it aside. It had been nice to see my family for the holiday—and the gift exchange was as cutthroat as ever—but I was ready for it to just be the three of us again.

I’m also ready to punish my brat again.

As soon as I can…