by Eva Brandt
“That’s highly unlikely.”
Fire bloomed around Stefan, although it was far less intense than it had been that time, in the courtyard. Callum pulled me in his lap, and the heat didn’t reach me at all, not anymore.
When the first blast struck Mikael, a shield formed around him, and the spell dissipated harmlessly. Dark magic lashed out at Stefan in turn, and Stefan didn’t bother trying to avoid it. It struck his cheek and chest like a whip, narrowly missing his eye. Stefan took it in stride. “Is that the best you can do? Come on. I’ve had vampire fledglings hitting me harder than that.”
Being compared to a vampire fledgling must’ve been pretty insulting. Or maybe at this point, Mikael didn’t care if he was being baited or not and he simply wanted to destroy something. In any case, the conversation died altogether as Mikael retaliated. Within seconds, he and Stefan were so focused on kicking each other’s asses they seemed to have forgotten anyone else was present.
“It’s kind of hot, isn’t it?” Callum whispered in my ear as we watched. “It’s sexy, even if they’re causing each other pain.”
It was, and at that moment, a fierce need grew in my chest. I wanted to be the one to give them whatever they wanted, even if it was pain and violence. I wanted them to know that they never had to hide what they needed from me. But realistically, I knew I didn’t have the strength to support the like this, not on my own, so instead, I leaned against Callum’s chest. I spread my legs, took his hand and brought it to my groin.
I didn’t consider myself much of a seductress and in truth, I didn’t plan to seduce my lovers either. All I wanted was to point out that I was here for them, that I was theirs, no matter what.
Our lives might have become a huge mess, but that didn’t mean I was willing to give up. And maybe it was stupid to not acknowledge everything else that was wrong, but by the same token, it was stupid to not understand how lucky I was to have found people who cared about me.
I wanted to show them the same thing, that no matter what people said about them, they’d always have me, and I’d always care about them. And if my words weren’t convincing enough, I would do it with my body.
Callum easily got the message, just like I’d known he would. A zing of energy shot over me, through the material of my gown and panties, straight into my clit. All my good intentions flew out the window and turned into a very simple, carnal urge—the need to be fucked.
“Please, Callum. Please… More.”
“Your wish is my command, princess,” he murmured in my ear. He was already lowering the straps of my gown and freeing my breasts from the black silk. His talented fingers zeroed in on my nipples, and I arched against him as he pinched and teased the pebbled nubs, making echoes of fiery pleasure surge through my body.
It took less than ten seconds for Mikael and Stefan to lose interest in goring one another and become completely focused on me. “You know, my darkling, that’s not playing fair,” Mikael said, his voice husky with lust. “How am I supposed to stay angry with the hell hound when I’m distracted by your beauty?”
“I think that’s the whole point, Mikael,” Callum replied, in my stead “Fighting is a waste of time. We’re better off fucking.”
“I can’t argue with your logic,” Mikael answered, kneeling in front of me. His hand slid under my gown, caressing my leg. “Then again, I am still pretty pissed. You’re wearing too much, Lyssa. Your dress offends me because it covers you up.”
“That’s an easy enough problem to fix,” Stefan offered.
Joining Callum and me on the bed, he slashed through my dress with his claws. The sharp tips brushed my skin ever so slightly, but didn’t hurt me. My already oversensitive nerve endings tingled in response to the threatening, yet addicting touch. “There we go,” Stefan growled as he and Callum discarded the material on the floor. “Much better.”
“I concur,” Callum added. “You were born for this, to spread your legs for us, to be ours.”
I couldn’t reply through words, so I just nodded and did exactly that, spread my legs even wider. From his spot in front of me, Mikael chuckled darkly. He reached upwards and with one flick of his fingers, ripped my panties right off. “Look at that sweet pussy,” he murmured. “Already so wet. You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?”
“Well, it would be bad form to leave our princess waiting.” Callum’s zipper seemed to lower of its own accord and his bare cock nudged my wet folds. In one single, smooth thrust, he shoved his dick inside me.
I cried out, the feel of his thick prick invading my body threatening to shatter me. Worse still, Callum had to go and prove that he was utterly evil and he didn’t start fucking me like I had wanted. Instead, he let his hands roam over my body again, toying with every part of me he could reach, but still not doing anything to fulfill my direst need. “Go on,” he told me. “Take what you want.”
“You’re… You’re a demon,” I somehow managed to gasp out.
Just because I could, I clenched my inner muscles around his dick and was rewarded with a sharp hiss. Still, he didn’t abandon his torturous strategy. “Yes, I am,” he replied instead. “But you already knew that, Lyssa.”
Of course I’d known, just like I knew the asshole was completely determined to have things done his way. Well, if he wanted me to use him as my own personal dildo, that was what I’d do. I wasn’t in the best shape and I didn’t have anything to brace myself, but whatever. I’d get by.
Desperate for more of the penetration, I started moving up and down Callum’s prick. The glide of his penis inside my channel sent a renewed wave of lust through me, and I reached down to play with my clit. “None of that, my little bitch,” Stefan said. “You only get his cock. The rest of you is ours.”
I understood what he meant when Mikael got up and unzipped his own pants. Stefan did the same, and their cocks appeared in my line of sight, thick and swollen, begging for attention.
Mikael buried his hand in my hair and guided my mouth to his dick. I happily parted my lips and he didn’t need a second invitation. He thrust inside my wet cavern, and the flavor of his precum exploded on my taste buds, making my whole body tingle.
I was still inexperienced, so I always choked and had trouble breathing. This time was no different. Mikael was a little gentler than Stefan, but not by much, and his dick still nudged my throat when he started fucking my mouth.
Since I couldn’t take all of him like that, I resorted to using my hands, just like they had not so subtly suggested. I did my best to continue with the suction while massaging the wrinkled sac. It was a little tough, since I still had to focus on impaling myself on Callum’s dick. Fortunately, Callum took pity on me and relieved me of that particular task. He placed his hands on my hips, steadying me, and started thrusting up into my greedy pussy.
I barely got the chance to feel relieved at that, because Stefan pulled my mouth off Mikael’s cock and shoved his own dick inside. His balls slapped against my chin as he fucked my face. I loved this so much, loved the way they branded me with their demonic strength and virility. They were all still half-dressed, whereas I was naked, but that just made everything better. There was something perfect, honest, and liberating about the simple carnality of the moment. I let myself fall into it, allowing them to guide me. Mikael and Callum’s incubus magic danced over my naked body, entwined with the demonic flame Stefan emanated. It wasn’t all painless, but I didn’t mind it. If Callum squeezed my hips a little too tightly, it was just another testament of how much he wanted me. If Stefan almost choked me with his cock, it was because he needed to claim me. If Mikael pulled on my hair a little too hard, it was because he had to ascertain I was truly there for him.
Besides, the mild pain didn’t put me off at all. I craved more of it, more of their savage wildness. Instinctively, I knew they were still holding back, concerned for my health, worried that my frail human body would break if faced with the unleashed passion of three demons. And maybe they were right, but I wanted
to feel it anyway, feel everything and anything they had to offer.
Perhaps Mikael understood this, because he stopped fucking my face and pushed me back. Stefan seemed to guess what he had in mind, as he gave Mikael some room to maneuver. Callum forced my legs wider apart and pulled me against his chest.
Mikael reached down and rubbed his thumb over my clit. “You look so good with Callum’s cock inside you, my darkling. But I think you’d look better if you took mine too.”
Without another word of warning, Mikael positioned his dick against my pussy and started to slide inside, at an excruciatingly slow pace. At the realization of what he was about to do, the first emotion that coursed through me was panic. There was no way his cock would fit inside my pussy alongside Callum’s. They’d tear me apart. They’d fucked me at the same time before, but never in the same hole.
Even so, I didn’t pull away, nor did I tell him to stop. I trusted him and I wanted him. I wanted them all. Besides, the vagina could accommodate to giving birth. It could take two cocks too, whether they were demonic or not.
My guess was proven correct, and my flesh yielded to him with surprising ease. I suspected Callum must’ve helped things along, since my channel tingled pleasantly and the burn I experienced from the stretch wasn’t unpleasant. Either way, by the end, I felt amazingly full, so much so that I had trouble processing the sensations. “P-Please,” I stammered. “Please. I need…”
My words disintegrated into incoherent moans as they started to move once again. In their current position, they couldn’t keep up the frantic pace they’d started before, but they didn’t have to. Just taking them inside me brought me to the brink of insanity, so close to climax I could feel it in every atom of my oversensitized body.
Stefan was the one who finally made me reach my peak. It didn’t take much. All he had to do was tighten his hold on my hair and whisper, “Come for us, bitch. Come, my Lyssa.”
That simple command branded their ownership deeper into my flesh, and I embraced it, loving the knowledge that I belonged to them and that we could never be parted. Through it, through that sensation and the pleasure I experienced at the concept, I tumbled into orgasm, my pussy clenching around the cocks inside me. Mikael and Callum cursed, thrust inside me one last time, and then followed me over the edge, pumping me full of their seed. Feeling their heat inside me made my ecstasy spike even higher, and I let out a muffled scream. The vibrations drew a pained growl out of Stefan, and within seconds, he was coming as well, jets of spunk filling my mouth.
It was a minor miracle I remained cognizant for the whole experience, but somehow, I managed. Together with my lovers, I rode the wave of our shared orgasm, and within the whirlwind of pleasure and power that rose between us, something cracked and shifted.
Mikael’s wings started to glow, bright and beautiful, but still so very dark. It was only for a moment, and then they disappeared, his body no longer affected by the potion the other students had thrown at him.
That had not been something I’d expected when we’d done this, and a tiny part of me regretted it. As we collapsed together on the bed in a pile of sweaty limbs, the first thing I managed to say was, “I didn’t finish grooming your feathers.”
At first, Mikael, Stefan, and Callum were all confused. Mikael didn’t seem to realize what had happened to him. When he finally did, he let out a breathless laugh. “You can do that anytime you want, Lyssa. You can do anything to me. I personally liked that far more than sparring with Stefan, so I’m at your disposal any time you want me.”
Stefan swept his still clawed fingers over my naked back. “Likewise. As much as I enjoy punching you in the face, Mikael, fucking Lyssa is much better.”
“Gee thanks. It’s nice to know I’m appreciated.” I stuck my tongue out at them to show them I wasn’t actually offended. “Maybe next time, I should just let you fight.”
“Sure, you can do that.” Callum snickered and held me closer. “I wouldn’t mind having you to myself for a little while.”
“Greedy incubus.” Stefan growled. “Don’t even think about it. We’re not going to let you steal her.”
“And what are you going to do to stop me, huh?”
The exchange might have sounded hostile, but the tone was anything but. The words held an undercurrent of affectionate teasing, one that drew a happy smile out of me. I knew they all still had their issues—with the school, with our relationship, maybe even with me—but slowly and surely, we were getting somewhere. As long as I had them, I wasn’t afraid of anything. If the other students had a problem with that, they would better watch their backs.
Battle Magic
“So, Mikael was attacked by a group of students and had a brief change of look. He’s fine now, but the whole episode was unpleasant.”
I petted Redrum’s scaly head and shot Mephistopheles a sharp look. “You don’t sound very surprised, Sir. Did you see this coming?”
We were seated on the cliff side where my three demonic lovers had brought Shiro back. I’d originally come here to talk to Redrum, hoping to get some advice from the wise young dragon. But the dean had already been here when I’d arrived, and now, we were stuck here, together.
It was a little awkward, since no matter how much I wanted him, he was still my teacher, and I was still dating three other people. To keep my distance from the dean, I’d climbed on top of Redrum, but I couldn’t just leave. I had too many questions. “Did you know that Mikael would eventually reveal his secret?”
“Not exactly,” Mephistopheles replied. “I’ve known Mikael for a long time. Ever since he came to the school, I could tell he had a good heart, better maybe than a demon should have. I had hoped that spending time with Callum and Stefan would change that a little. It might have worked, if not for you.”
I decided to ignore part of that problematic statement. I still had no clue what to do with the realization that my arrival had changed the course of their lives so much, and I wasn’t always comfortable with acknowledging it.
“Why did you help him, Sir?” I asked instead. “Why let an angel come to the school?”
“To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t out of the kindness of my heart.” Mephistopheles shrugged and sat down, leaning against Redrum’s side. His wing brushed my arm, and I suppressed the urge to shiver. “Are you aware of Mikael’s… unique parentage?”
Remembering the incident during Grim’s lesson, I nodded. “About who his father is? Yes.”
“Well, suffice to say, I don’t like that self-righteous, annoying archangel very much. Being here puts Mikael out of that man’s reach, which is a constant irritant for The Celestial Realm. That’s good enough for me.”
“But it’s not good enough for Mikael. We need to do more.”
Redrum rumbled in agreement. He’d shown concern for Mikael too, and had been struggling to come up with some way to help me. “Should I try to track down my hatcher? She might be able to do more.”
“Please don’t, Redrum,” Mephistopheles replied. “Thank you for the offer, but you know she’s not nearly as generous with her affections as you are. And she did almost lose a wing in her battle with the archangels.”
“The infamous Battle of the Watchers, you mean,” I guessed. “You keep hiding things from me, Sir. There are so many secrets here, too many, and I don’t think I can live with that. Why haven’t you found the person who killed Shiro yet? Why does the library hold so little information on Lucifer?”
Mephistopheles sighed. “Some things are not mine to share. Because of my position, I’m bound to vows of secrecy. But I will tell you what I can.
“Lucifer was not the original Satan. When he fell, he claimed the throne of Hell from the true Satan, slaying him. At the time, Hell was a very unpleasant place to be and we—the infernal nobility—had grown tired of Satan’s ways. So The Infernal Rebellion is actually a dual act of treason, of an angel and of the Princes of Hell and their forces.
“But very few people remember that now, an
d it’s not something very popular to think about. It’s far more comfortable to think that Lucifer was the very first Satan.
“That being said, Lucifer made some pretty unpopular decisions too. The Battle of the Watchers is one of them.
“It was a very humiliating loss for our forces. Most Princes of Hell now feel we never should’ve tried to challenge the armies of Heaven, especially not for something so unclear. A lot of them begrudge Lucifer for his decision, since the whole thing was his idea.”
“Is that why he left his throne?”
“Not exactly. I personally still think Lucifer was right, and that his battle is just. Insofar as any demon’s fight is just, at least. But at the same time, it does seem like a fool’s errand, a hopeless dream.
“In any case, Ms. Michaelis, the school has its limits precisely because Lucifer doesn’t trust the Princes of Hell to not turn on him. You’d do well to remember that in your interactions with Leviathan. As for your Shiro… There are very few factors that could’ve done that kind of damage to your familiar without me detecting them. My current theory is that someone from the outside might have come with the specific intentions of harming you, but I’m afraid I have no way of proving that.”
“From the outside? But why? I’m not so special.”
Mephistopheles arched a brow at me, and I felt my face flame. I already knew that wasn’t true, because my power had proven to be potent enough to almost kill Professor Jones, pass Morrigan’s test, and hurt those students. But that didn’t mean I was any less confused about the whole thing.
“I just want someone to tell me what the hell I’m supposed to do right now,” I said with a groan. “Who and what can I really trust here?”
“I think you already know the answer to that question, Ms. Michaelis,” he replied.
Hoisting himself on top of Redrum, he brushed his fingers over my cheek. A jolt of demonic energy crackled over my skin, pooling into my core. I tried very hard to not let it get to me, but I wasn’t completely successful. I ended up leaning into Mephistopheles’s caress, enjoying his warmth and the paradoxical gentleness he showered me with. “I don’t know what it is about you that makes me feel the way I do,” he said. “I wish I could help you more, I really do. But even I have my limits.”
