Caught in the Devils' Hand

by Ruby Duvall

  “Sounds nice,” she very softly sighed, taking an unconscious step forward. Vallen’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “But you’re probably right.” She looked down at him, her parted lips still a bit swollen as she softly breathed through them.

  “Then the best option is for Rosuke to perform solo,” he said, looking briefly at his friend. “I’ll simply be here with you.” He placed his hand on the bed for more effect, and Rosuke leaned back with both hands behind him, his shredded shirt shifting enough to reveal one pale pink nipple.

  She looked at the two of them on the bed and unconsciously rubbed her hand across her stomach as she took a step back, then another. She was nearly to the door when both demons sat up straighter, looking a bit concerned.

  “Shumei?” Vallen called, wondering with dismay if she was going to run away and escape the lust-crazed demons begging for her favors. He watched as her hand reached back for the doorframe, and almost stood up. Her fingers grasped the door edge, and she very slowly slid the door shut behind her.

  She was going to stay.

  Both demons reached full erection then, and Rosuke ignored the urge to start undressing himself just yet. Vallen had no such qualms, though, and removed his leather vest, tossing it on the floor and to the side. She saw that his black shirt was tucked into his leather pants and that they were kept shut by a network of laces on both hips. Imagining him in just those pants, she knew that a scintillating bit of flesh on both hips would be revealed under the crisscross of black lacing. The thought made her swallow, hard.

  Her belt was already loose from Vallen’s attempt to take it off earlier, so she simply reached back, glad that her shoulder did not protest at all, and tugged at the loose ends of the knot, successfully untying the silk gold belt holding her dress shut. She watched Vallen’s reaction first and saw him lick his lips. Then looking at Rosuke, she watched as he lifted his hand, beckoning her forward.

  Dropping her belt on the floor, she walked toward the two demons on her bed. Her dress gradually fell open as she moved, first revealing her calves and then her thighs, which granted the two men teasing glimpses of the dark hair at the apex of her legs. When she was within reach, both men took one of her hands, pulling her up the two stairs and onto the bed. As she brought up one knee to place on the bed, her demon lovers rose to their knees as well, and Rosuke let go of her hand so that she could turn and sit down, slowly rolling down her spine until her head met the soft firmness of the mattress beneath her.

  Vallen smoothly followed her down, pulling open one side of her dress to reveal her left breast. He palmed it confidently, his mouth brushing hers as he sought a kiss. She eagerly turned her head toward him, accepting his tongue inside her mouth as he sealed their lips together. His hand was gentle in arousing her, rolling and squeezing her breast as two fingers pinched her nipple between them.

  Rosuke watched them for a few heartbeats, feeling like an interloper in their intimacy, even as he wanted to join them and pleasure the tender young girl lying between him and his best friend. His hand found the edge of her dress still hiding half of her body, and slowly slid it off her torso, baring the other soft and full breast meant for him. He glanced down at the tops of the girl’s thighs, watching her legs squeeze together as she moaned into her lover’s mouth.

  Vallen lifted his lips away, looking to see that Rosuke had not yet joined them, and whispered a quick word to Shumei before sliding down her body to mouth the peak of her breast, enjoying the soft, stiff nipple between his lips. His hand moved over to her other breast, massaging it as he had the first one.

  She breathily sighed as she turned her head to look at Rosuke, feeling only slightly embarrassed to have him watching her with such hungry eyes. One arm was around her lover’s shoulders, holding him against her, and she slid her free arm toward Rosuke, who still stood on his knees above her.

  “Take off your clothes, Rosuke…let me see you,” she sighed, licking her lips and stiffening as Vallen’s mouth did its best.

  Feeling as if permission had been given to join them, he hurriedly whipped off his useless shirt, taking little time to unfasten the ties that kept his pants cinched tightly around his lean waist.

  Her eyes eagerly took in the smooth, glossy white of his skin, marred only by a few small scars that swept around his left side. They looked very much like the wounds in her shoulder, which was still covered by a thin bandage to cover the last dose of salve applied last night.

  Rosuke’s blood red hair spilled over his shoulders and down his chest to barely reach the dimple of his navel, coyly hiding his nipples on his wide, tight pecs. When his pants fell down his thighs, the fully aroused cock that sprang from his pelvis to point at her in determination was more than just intimidating. She could also feel Vallen’s rock-hard erection against her thigh, barely held back by his leather pants, and the thought of both inside of her made her shudder.

  Rosuke had to step off the bed for a second to shuck his pants but was quickly on the bed again, sidling up to her side and pulling her knees open to thrust his leg between them. She took in a sudden breath of air, not entirely a gasp, but her arm came around his neck and she pulled him down for a kiss.

  His hand first touched her stomach, and it was surprisingly rough, completely at odds with his feminine appearance, but as it traveled down her body to the vulnerable part of her held open with his leg, she sighed into his mouth, her sensitive skin shivering under his rough touch. He slowly brought his fingers down and over her mons, gentle and gradual, his longest finger pressing down between her lips and stroking.

  Both Shumei and Vallen groaned, and she felt Vallen’s pelvis press urgently against her side. Rosuke deepened his kiss, greatly pleased that his touch aroused them both.

  She felt overwhelmed already. She kissed one demon, who had his hand and leg between her thighs, while another mouthed and rubbed her breasts as he bucked his erection against her hip.

  Rosuke lifted his mouth and brought his fingers up, trailing moisture over her stomach as he looked down at her beautifully intoxicating features. Her lips were so soft and full, making him want to kiss her just as much as have her suck his cock.

  “She’s very wet, Vallen…feel for yourself,” he invited, his voice husky. He reached for his own arousal and rubbed the head of it against her bare thigh. Vallen lifted his head then, sweeping his hand down from her breasts to thrust two fingers inside his lover. She cried out, looking at Vallen’s tense face, and gasped a second time when Rosuke leaned down to hollow his cheeks around her other nipple. Vallen rubbed the base of his hand against her clit, his fingers working in and out of her sopping wet entrance. His jaw stiffened as the breathtaking pleasure flared up within his loins as well.

  “You too…I want to see you, Vallen,” she sighed, squirming against the bulge in his pants. He nodded and rose to his knees, tugging his shirt up and pulling the two ties free. His shirt joined his vest on the floor and she couldn’t help but rub the laces of his leather pants against his bare hips. Rosuke brought his head up, his hand now idly massaging her breasts as they slowed down for a few minutes.

  “Where did you get these?” she asked, tugging at the knots and loosening the right hip as he worked on the other side.

  “Yes, I was wondering as well,” Rosuke added, his fingers pinching one of her nipples. She slid her fingers through his long hair to rest her hand on his shoulder, arching her chest up into his massaging hand.

  “A strange young merchant in Kaizoku was offering custom-made leather clothes. This pair had already been made and fit rather well, so I bought them,” he explained, having loosened them enough to remove. He actually felt a bit shy as Rosuke and Shumei stared, waiting for him to shed his clothes. The sight of his best friend rubbing his lover’s breasts was enough of a turn-on to make him not care though, and he shoved the pants down his thighs.

  Her hand immediately reached up and curled around the largest erection she had ever seen on him, and her breath was short as she slowly pu
lled on it, watching his face and gasping along with him.

  “By the gods, I want you now,” Rosuke gruffly whispered, turning her face toward him as he took her mouth in another kiss. His hand then swiftly moved down her body and cupped her again, more aggressively teasing her swollen clit under the pad of his middle finger.

  She cried out into his mouth even as his tongue swept inside to slide wetly against hers, and Vallen groaned in reaction, clambering off the bed to kick his pants to the side. When he climbed back on, his hands sought out any spare inch of his lover they could find and she nearly swooned as two naked, aroused demons pressed full-length against her, their hands and mouths doing their best to drive her crazy.

  Unable to catch her breath, she pulled her mouth away from Rosuke, who tried to follow her lips and capture them again. She turned her face away, only to be caught in a kiss with Vallen, who also had one leg hooked around hers. She realized that the two of them had pulled her thighs wide open and groaned into Vallen’s mouth as Rosuke began to fuck her with his fingers, his thumb expertly pressing against her clit. Vallen was kneading her breast with his free hand while her other lover took the opportunity to suck her nipple into his mouth, the flat of his tongue rubbing over the tight, sensitive peak.

  She broke off her kiss with Vallen, who didn’t follow since he was as close to orgasm as she, and begged Rosuke to stop.

  “Please…anyone…I need someone inside me now,” she gasped out, grateful when Rosuke took his hand away again. She felt a drop of her own sexual fluid slide down her bare buttock and watched as Rosuke licked the moisture off his fingers.

  “Then let’s finish this,” Vallen declared. He rose to all fours and climbed farther up the bed, arranging some pillows before lying back, his upper body propped up. She tried to keep an eye on what he was doing, but she couldn’t look up at him when lying down in front, so when he reached down and hooked his hands under her arms, she made a noise of surprise as he pulled her up. Her shoulder didn’t hurt at all, a promising sign, and she ended up half-sitting, half-lying on him. He pushed her dress off her shoulders, leaving it pooled beneath her, and she leaned back, feeling his cock throbbing against her lower back as his thighs pressed close around her sides.

  Looking down at Rosuke, she watched as he crawled to follow them, his hips rolling loosely like an animal. His raging erection swung heavily from his pelvis, framed by his red hair flowing over each shoulder. Suddenly, her shyness returned. She tried to close her legs, but Vallen reached down, grabbed her legs from the backs of her knees and pulled them up and open.

  “V-Vallen!” she gasped. She was immediately embarrassed as her sex was held wide open for Rosuke to see. She struggled a bit, her hands grasping at Vallen’s thighs against her waist.

  “You’re so beautiful, Shumei,” Rosuke insisted. His hand gently caressed one of her calves as he moved between her legs, and his pelvis inched closer and closer to her sopping wet core.

  “Incredibly sexy,” Vallen agreed, his mouth right at ear level. She felt his lips softly kiss the top curve of her ear, and swallowed, her face still bright red.

  “I must say that I’m quite jealous of Vallen,” Rosuke admitted, bracing one hand on the bed as he grasped the base of his cock and rubbed the head over her wet lips.

  “As he should be,” Vallen agreed again, sighing into her ear as he felt the teasing sensation as well.

  “I shall enjoy making you scream…both of you,” Rosuke purred, pressing his hips forward.

  “Gods,” she sobbed out on a shuddering breath, one hand reaching up to hold onto Rosuke’s shoulder. Vallen was breathing hard against her neck, his lips lightly touching her shoulder.

  “You’re so tight,” Rosuke observed, sinking down to nearly half his length. Her mouth was open and panting, her body slick with sweat. She could barely hear anything as Rosuke’s hands replaced Vallen’s. He then slid down to the base of his shaft and began to move slowly, his hips smoothly pulling out and pushing back in. Vallen slid one arm around her waist now that his hands were free, and his other hand slipped down to press the pad of his longest finger against her clit.

  “Yes,” she groaned, the sound long, loud and hoarse.

  “You feel so good.” Rosuke squeezed her thighs in his hands, pulling out and quickly sinking down again. “Hot and tight…” he wheezed out, rolling his hips a bit. Vallen groaned against her shoulder, and she felt his heartbeat thudding against her back.

  “It’s so hard,” she whispered, her head rolling back onto Vallen’s shoulder.

  “Gorgeous,” Rosuke admired, watching her reaction. She was held open beautifully, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly and the glistening line of her neck was displayed wonderfully as she made tiny noises from the back of her throat.

  To have both Vallen’s hand and Rosuke’s thrusting length between her thighs had pushed her to a new level of pleasure. She never thought she could feel so desired, so aroused and so completely wanton. She absolutely loved it. Rosuke said everything she needed to hear to feel confident. Vallen was the presence she needed to feel safe, a solid weight behind and beneath her.

  “How is it?” Rosuke asked, his voice starting to drop in pitch, just like Vallen’s when she and he made love. The sound of it reminded her of dozens of other orgasms, and her body clamped down on the demon thrusting into her. Rosuke grunted in reaction.

  “Wonderful,” she breathlessly answered, sighing as a roll of that wonderful dizzying sensation traveled down her body. “Don’t stop fucking me,” she said as Rosuke began to thrust harder, slapping his balls against her body with each down-stroke.

  “By the gods,” was Vallen’s only comment, spoken through a stiff jaw as he nuzzled the back of her ear with gritted teeth.

  “Faster,” she gasped out. Vallen echoed her sentiments, and she felt his hands tighten against the backs of her knees. Rosuke eagerly complied, increasing his pace twofold.

  “Yes,” Vallen groaned, his lips stroking across her shoulder as his thighs squeezed against her waist. Rosuke groaned as well to hear Vallen’s pleasured voice, and then looked to Shumei, whose passion-glazed eyes looked up at him through a veil of moisture.

  “I-I’m going to…” she tried to get out, her entire body stiffened between the two of them. Vallen growled from behind her, his hips jerking against her back.

  “Me too,” Rosuke moaned. His buttocks flexed as he heaved into her again and again, making both of the others rock back.

  “A-ah!” she cried out, her voice high and airy. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” she sobbed, her voice quaking. She gripped Rosuke’s shoulder hard, her head back, her thighs spread wide and moaned over and over as her womb clamped and shuddered, making her toes curl and her nails dig into the shoulder of the man between her legs.

  Rosuke thrust into her one last time, his face the picture of ecstasy about to be unleashed, and exploded inside her, filling her with scalding white honey that quickly overflowed and dripped from her body.

  Her magic, awake and watchful, shot out from her wet, pulsating core and shocked Rosuke with one of its feelers, feeding him her sexual energy in one big dose. Vallen groaned loudly, shouting up at the ceiling. Suddenly her back was covered with hot sticky seed.

  Rosuke released her legs only to grab the tops of her knees and her thighs came to rest around his hips. He hissed, still emptying inside her as he slowly thrust, his member hot and throbbing like crazy. Vallen was involuntarily thrusting his hips against her as he squeezed a hand between them to pump himself, still covering her lower back and probably himself too with endless streams of the thick liquid. She sighed, content to lie there in all of that mess as her sex throbbed without end.

  They stayed like that for a few minutes, catching their breaths as Rosuke thrust a few more times to stretch out her orgasm. Eventually his cock softened inside her.

  “That had to be immoral,” she commented, squeezing down on Rosuke. Vallen had wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling very grateful
. Rosuke was just trying to stay upright, his head spinning with so much energy absorbed so quickly. He had an insane urge to giggle.

  “No, it felt divine,” Vallen gruffly concluded. Rosuke lightly laughed in agreement. “If we didn’t have to clean ourselves up right now, I would gladly spend the rest of the day putting you in every possible position I could think of, just to see if the noises from your throat sound different each time.”

  She shuddered, her sex still fluttering.

  “Then perhaps after the little one has fallen asleep tonight, we can use the bedrooms in one of the separate buildings where the old servants used to stay,” Rosuke suggested, pulling out of her. He sat back on his heels, putting his hands behind him on the bed.

  “I don’t think my throat could last,” she whispered, putting her head back on Vallen’s shoulder. She had woken up only six hours ago, and already she needed to sleep again.

  “You’d be amazed how long a woman can scream with the right men making love to her,” Rosuke rejoined, rolling his neck. The dizzy feeling was starting to fade, and he realized with a happy grin that she had completely replenished him with one session.

  “I believe she has fallen asleep,” Vallen observed, turning his head to look at his lover’s slumbering face. Rosuke tilted his head to the side, watching her face as well.

  “Oh well…it was just a joke,” he smiled.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Shumei didn’t wake again until an hour or so before dawn the next day. She felt very warm and realized that not only was she dressed again, but she was also covered by blankets and bracketed on both sides by two sex demons passing the remainder of the nighttime hours by lying next to her. It was their soft whispers of conversation that woke her, though it wasn’t too soon, having slept nearly fifteen hours this time.

  “How long do you think it would take her to learn the circle’s pattern?” Rosuke whispered.