by Eva Brandt
Judging by teasing lilt in his voice, he didn’t blame me for my slip of the tongue. That was a good thing since I doubted I could correct myself. “Please, just… Please. Fuck me.”
“In a minute,” Callum whispered. “Be patient.”
As he spoke, he brushed his finger over my temples, and a strange tension I hadn’t acknowledged before vanished. Once, I’d been wary of his powers, but not anymore. I welcomed the gift he offered me and was rewarded with a brief kiss.
Callum then nodded at Mikael and Stefan. I half-expected them to start bickering again, but they didn’t. Now that they’d reached an agreement, they moved in perfect sync. Mikael sat back and pulled me into his lap, with Callum helping him. Stefan made room for them both on the bed, watching us with fiery eyes as he lazily jacked himself off.
If he was jealous, he didn’t show it.
Mikael’s cock nudged my pussy, hot and insistent. His hands gripped my hips in a tight hold. Slowly, ever so slowly, he guided me down and slid into my wet heat.
Stefan might have said that Mikael’s dick wasn’t as big as his, and that might’ve been true. But that didn’t mean Mikael wasn’t well-endowed too, and that taking him inside me, for the first time, wasn’t a shock.
But my prolonged orgasm had relaxed my body, so while I did feel a little pain, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Better said, the pleasure and the pain mingled, just like the unexpected fire and ice did. Once he was fully inside me, he even gave me a few moments to adjust, something I appreciated more than I could ever say. The cloud of Mikael’s and Callum’s powers still hovered over me, and I was having trouble handling it.
Maybe Mikael and Callum realized this because the temperature around us finally stabilized. I let out a sigh, both in relief and in disappointment. Behind me, Callum snickered. “My pretty little princess. Can’t decide what you want more?
“I’ll help you with that today, beautiful. There’s nothing quite like a demonic cock up your ass.”
As he spoke, he spread my ass cheeks and brushed a slick finger over my hole. It was at that moment that I realized Mikael had had ulterior motives for waiting. He wasn’t just doing it to give me time to adjust, but also to allow Callum to maneuver and prepare my ass for the unavoidable punishment it would take.
Perhaps I’d been a little too ambitious when I’d made my earlier request. What kind of virgin jumped into threesomes anyway, especially ones with incubi who could split a woman open with their cocks? I was no porn star or seductive siren. I really must’ve lost my mind when I’d invited them into my bed.
“It’s okay,” Callum said, rubbing my rim a little more insistently. “Relax. It’ll feel good.”
He pressed a light kiss to the back of my neck and I nodded shakily. I wasn’t sure that was true, but at the same time, I did want him inside me just as much as before. Besides, he and Mikael both had incubus blood. They knew far more about sex than I ever would. Maybe I just needed to go with it and not overthink it.
Satisfied with my agreement, Callum thrust a slick finger into my back passage. It felt… odd. Not pleasurable or painful. A little bit of both, and neither? Mostly, it confused me.
My body adjusted to it, so whatever incubus magic Callum was using had worked. I still wasn’t convinced that I was prepared for it, but I felt a little less apprehensive.
That was when it happened. A jolt of energy exploded from his fingers and just like that, a thread inside me seemed to snap. My trepidation vanished, and I ground down onto Mikael’s cock, throwing all caution to the wind. My inner walls tightened around Mikael’s prick and he hissed in distressed arousal. “Callum, Stefan, now.”
Callum complied. If he’d intended to prepare me more, he discarded that plan. He pulled his fingers out of me and positioned his dick against my anus.
At the same time, Stefan moved closer and took hold of my hair. His massive cock nudged my lips, demanding my attention. “Open your mouth, bitch,” he growled at me.
I couldn’t have refused him to save my life. I obediently parted my lips, waiting for him to claim me.
Stefan thrust his prick into my mouth, the motion so fierce and abrupt that I immediately choked. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes and I started having trouble breathing.
I hadn’t realized it before, but Stefan’s cock seemed to have some odd ridges that wouldn’t have been present on a human being’s dick. They scratched the edges of my lips slightly. I didn’t hate the sensation, but it distracted me so much that I lost track of what Callum and Mikael were doing. That was not the greatest idea. Now that Stefan had joined them, they decided they were done being patient. Abandoning all pretense of kindness as well, they began moving together, making sure I was never empty, setting a punishing pace that wrecked any barriers I might have tried to put up.
Meanwhile, Stefan’s hold on my hair tightened so much my scalp started to ache and he started to brutally fuck my mouth. “You’re ours,” he snarled. “You’ll never belong to anyone else, only to us.”
I didn’t question him. Even if I’d been able to speak, I wouldn’t have denied it. At that moment, I truly felt that he was right, that I belonged to them. I couldn’t understand the underlining hint of desperation in his tone, the thread of fear that suggested he didn’t believe his own words. But I knew I didn’t want him to doubt me or to give up on what we had, so I moaned around his cock and did my best to move into Callum and Stefan’s thrusts.
I wasn’t fast enough to respond to their exact pace, so in the end, I stopped trying and just took it. My body became a vessel for their pleasure, and I happily allowed it. Once I settled into that resolve, breathing around Stefan’s massive cock became easier too. The discomfort of his hold on me and the harshness of their motions melted into an onslaught of ecstasy that went far beyond anything I’d thought I’d ever experience.
Another surge of magic exploded through me, and just like that, I reached my limit. With a muffled cry, I came. My inner muscles clenched around the cocks inside me. Mikael and Callum buried their pricks into my pussy and my ass one last time, and then, jets of hot cum filled my overheated, welcoming body.
At the same time, Stefan howled and his dick spurted streams of semen into my mouth. I would’ve probably choked again, but at the last moment, he withdrew, and most of the white substance landed on my face, my hair and even on my breasts.
It should have felt weird, maybe even a little gross, but instead, it aroused me further. I felt owned, branded by my lovers, and it was amazing because I wouldn’t have wanted things to be any different. Not ever.
This was what they were like, messy, lustful, possessive, needy, and I wouldn’t have wanted them any other way.
But they were also sweet and kind, and they proved this most eloquently when they slid out of me. “We weren’t too rough, were we?” Stefan asked, his raspy voice still reminding me of the beast inside him.
He didn’t seem to realize that he was rubbing his hand over my chest as if trying to push his semen into my skin. I decided to not point out the little detail. It felt too good anyway. “No. You were perfect.”
“I’m not sure that’s true,” Callum whispered from behind me, “but I’ll let you indulge us anyway.”
“Sometimes, I feel like you give us too much credit,” Mikael added.
Despite his words, he didn’t sound troubled by this fact. Maybe he was too sexually sated to care about that right now. I felt the same.
Our conversation died after that, drifting into a comfortable silence. I ended up sandwiched between Mikael and Callum on my bed and closed my eyes. I knew that in their own way, they were right. Our relationship wasn’t perfect. But how could it be? They were demons, while I was human. I still didn’t understand so much about their world. But I fully intended to fight for what we had, for them, for me, and for our future.
Demonic Contracts
Had I thought that my new relationship with Callum, Stefan, and Mikael would change much about my life, I would’ve be
en disappointed. Beyond the fact that I was having regular sex—which was, granted, pretty amazing—my routine remained the same. My three idiots still bickered when they thought I wasn’t around and I still wanted to throw some kind of demonic rock at them that would make them understand that there was room in my life and in my heart for all of them.
It was on this unsettling and insane note that my second year at the academy finally started. I dreaded it, because, like the dean had said, I knew the students wouldn’t respond well to having an angel around.
I had hoped we’d have a little more time at our disposal to get our proverbial ducks in a row, but it wasn’t meant to be. On the first day of the school year, every member of The House of Envy gathered in the common room to tackle an issue I’d prayed wouldn’t pop up.
“We can’t start the new year without an actual head of house,” a third year named Eman declared. “We have to select a new one.”
“We already have a head of house,” I pointed out, knowing it was useless, but still needing to say the words. “It’s Mikael.”
“And he’s been a great leader,” Lena argued, “but let’s face it, Alyssa, we can’t have a nephilim as the head of our house. We’d be the laughing stock of the whole academy.”
“There’s no reason to pick anyone else,” Mikael replied. “Since I’m Lyssa’s familiar, my authority extends to her. She can officially take up the position.”
Wait, what?
“Mikael! I can’t do that. I’m only a second year, and a human at that.” Not to mention that three-quarters of the school undoubtedly still hated me and deemed me inferior because I was an epileptic. They might tone down the bullying because I’d proven I wasn’t weak, but they couldn’t have forgotten about my condition.
“Your background and age don’t really matter, Lyssa,” Mikael insisted. “I believe in you and I think you’re perfectly capable of taking over this title. Besides, I’ll be right there by your side, so you won’t have to do this alone.”
Did that make me a sort of placeholder for him? Possibly. The thought should’ve bothered me, but in the end, that was the whole point of him being here as my familiar. I might not be wholly comfortable with taking on another responsibility, but I had made him a promise and I did owe him for Shiro. I couldn’t back out of this, not if the rest of our house agreed, at least.
“I’ll consider it, but I don’t think it’s just my decision, is it?” I asked, looking around at the group of students. “Do you all agree with this?”
Much to my surprise, there were nods all around. Boys and girls alike supported my unwilling candidacy to the post of head of house.
“Sure.”
“I don’t see why not.”
“It seems like a good arrangement.”
I wanted to cry, but I refrained. In my heart, I’d already known my familiar bond with Mikael would bring about complications.
Besides, this was actually a good thing. The House of Envy had taken the revelation of Mikael’s angelic nature very well. No one seemed inclined to socialize with him, but they weren’t attacking him outright, so I couldn’t exactly complain. “Okay, then,” I said with a sigh. “I’ll do it.”
The moment I spoke the words, the whole tower started to shake. The painting of Leviathan began to twist and glow and a green fog flooded the common room. Shiro started to bark in agitation. “Lyssa, be careful! Something’s coming!”
It was always nice to hear him talking to me, and under normal circumstances, I would have rejoiced. But the fog was quickly engulfing everything, making the silhouettes of my housemates blur and vanish. “Lyssa!” Mikael cried out. “Don’t—”
Whatever he’d wanted to say was cut off when my view of the common room vanished altogether, melting away into an ominous darkness. Shiro managed to rush by my side before it happened, but seconds later, I almost wished he hadn’t.
We appeared to be standing in an isolated sphere in the middle of an ocean of darkness. A dim light provided me with illumination, but it didn’t slice through the obscurity outside. Curious, I reached out and tentatively brushed my fingers over the edge of the sphere. Seconds later, I stumbled back, clutching my hand to my chest and struggling not to hyperventilate. “Shiro, get away from there!” I told my familiar, just in case he spotted something interesting too.
When I’d touched the edge, it had felt wet underneath my fingertips. At the same time, I’d sensed an overwhelming pressure, something that had threatened to crush me.
This was more than an ocean of darkness. It was the actual ocean. I couldn’t be sure, but I suspected that somehow, I’d been transported into the darkest depths of the sea, where no human being could ever go. The magic that had brought me here seemed to keep both me and Shiro safe, but demonic enchantments weren’t that reliable, and I doubted it would be able to protect us if we emerged from this sphere.
Besides, oceanic pressure wasn’t the only thing we had to worry about. There were all sorts of dangerous creatures down here, beasts that thrived on darkness and would be lured to the small amount of light we had.
Confirming my worst fears, the shadows stirred outside my shelter, and a massive creature appeared within my view. It swam to the edge of the sphere and looked straight at us. That was a bit of a poor description, though, because its eyes were at least ten times the size of my whole body and it had at least a hundred of them, all over its whale-like form.
When the creature spoke, its mouth didn’t move, but I still heard the vibrations of its voice around me. Or perhaps inside my mind? I wasn’t sure.
“I am Leviathan, Prince of Hell, Lord of Envy,” it—or rather, he—said. “It is nice to officially meet you at last, Alyssa Michaelis.”
“It’s… It’s nice to meet you as well…” Uh, what was the official title I was supposed to use here? “Your Highness,” I finished, somewhat lamely.
“Not to worry. I don’t insist on formality when I’m among my children. You can call me whatever you please, little darkling. ”
Darkling. Mikael called me that when we were together in bed. I hadn’t asked him about it yet, although maybe I should have. I supposed it didn’t matter right now. Or did it?
A loud laughter echoed through the depths of the ocean, clashing and discordant, as if coming from a thousand different voices. “Everything matters when it comes to demons, and the young nephilim always has been very perceptive. There’s a reason why he picked The Infernal Realm over The Heavens, after all. But for what it’s worth, that’s the least of your problems right now.”
Leviathan approached the sphere a little more, so close now that I could see the details of his body a little better. His skin greenish skin glowed like amethysts, and it was the same light that kept Shiro and me safe in our shelter.
“Being the head of The House of Envy isn’t a game, Alyssa Michaelis,” Leviathan offered. “But I think you already know that, don’t you?”
I tried very hard to remind myself that Leviathan was the patron of my house and as such, my protector. It was a bit of a challenge since his massive, fanged mouth was so close to me and to my Shiro.
I found it too easy to imagine Shiro being ripped apart and killed again. Shaking, I knelt next to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I didn’t tear my eyes away from Leviathan. I feared that if I did, he would attack me. “Y-Yes,” I stammered. “I do know.”
“And you know that starting today, you have a duty to your housemates, and to me.”
“I already had a duty to Mikael,” I replied. “This isn’t that different. Besides, I always wanted to keep the students at the academy safe. I might not be able to prevent every person from getting hurt, and I don’t think I want that, but I can at least protect some of them.”
The ground beneath my feet started to shake and the water around the sphere rippled. “You’re as interesting as he told me, little darkling. I had my doubts about his assessment at first, but I see now that I was the one in the wrong. I should’ve trusted his
judgment.”
He? Was he referring to Mikael? It seemed unlikely, as Mikael had not wanted to draw Leviathan’s attention to me. But if Leviathan was talking about someone else, who could that person be? Another Prince of Hell? I hoped not.
“I think you’re giving me too much credit, Sir. I’m just a girl trying to do her best.”
“That might be, but ‘the best’ isn’t the same thing for every single person.” Leviathan waved his fin, a strangely humanoid gesture that looked odd in a gigantic, fanged whale. “Tell me something, Alyssa Michaelis. Do you know what a Sacrifice actually is?”
I froze. For the better part of the year before, most students at the school had called me that. I’d gotten the feeling that it was a title used for humans in the demon world, but if I remembered well, Lenoir had said that it was more complicated than that.
“Not the details,” I replied hesitantly. “I guess it would be too much to hope the ‘nickname’ is just because I’m human?”
“Indeed. I advise you to look it up. There are a lot of secrets inside, underneath and outside this school, little darkling. If you want to survive what’s coming, you’d do well to start finding your own answers.”
That was much too vague for my comfort. It was also something I hated on principle, because I’d never had much patience for teasing games of ‘should I or shouldn’t I tell you?’
“I can’t argue with you there, Alyssa,” Leviathan said, having obviously guessed my thoughts, “but knowledge is more valuable when you have to fight for it. There’s something special about knowledge, wouldn’t you agree? It’s a gift and a sin, beauty and ugliness, pain and pleasure wrapped into one. Are you brave enough to shoulder that burden, to accept what you truly are?”
The immediate agreement was on my lips. Some might consider knowledge a sin, but to me, it was far worse to be ignorant and not understand. That was a true curse, and it was something I’d always wanted to fight, even before I’d come to this wretched place.
Before I could point that out, a bright glow manifested in the darkness, right next to my Shiro. Mere seconds later, Mikael stumbled into the strange sphere. Much to my surprise, he was in his winged form, but he didn’t seem to be paying attention to this.
