Month: June 2020

( This Sexy Saturday was a guest post from the wonderful Amanda Meuwissen who was celebrating her new release, Public Enemy, Undercover Lover! Enjoy! <333 )

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! My new release – Public Enemy, Undercover Lover – is dedicated to our lovely hostess.

From the book inscription: To K.L. Hiers, who writes masterpieces that curl my toes and inspires me to do the same for others.

Here’s a taste of what I hope curls all your toes too.

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The moment the door clicked closed behind them, Andrew had him pinned up against it, pupils dilated, and lips reddened from how much he’d been biting them. “I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”
He plastered his body to Isaac’s, kissing him deep and grinding his very apparent erection into Isaac’s thigh. Possessiveness coiled in Isaac’s gut as he gripped Andrew’s waist in turn. With Andrew’s tongue in his mouth, hands up his shirt, and hips rocking, dinner was a problem for later.
“Someone’s hard up,” Isaac huffed. It didn’t matter if he also meant himself. “The alley wasn’t enough for you? I know it wasn’t for Riley.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“Better that than his current conquest.”
Andrew snickered. “Having someone watch was kind of hot.”
“Are you saying you want me to open the blinds?”
The flush to Andrew’s cheeks darkened, and for a moment, Isaac thought he’d say yes.
But instead, he said, “You tell me. You’re in charge.”
Isaac hardened in a heartbeat. The back and forth was what he’d missed. The chase. The challenge. He used to only find it in one-upping someone with his thefts—the police, businesses, security companies, Andrew. He would have given up crime years ago if something else had been able to replace that sooner, but nothing ever had.
Not till Dalton.
And this, sparring with Andrew so much more rewardingly than playing cops and robbers.
He grabbed Andrew’s face to kiss him again, softer. They needed to get back to rough, and they would, but he liked the contrast of hard and soft and how, with Andrew, he could have both.
“I am going to fuck you on that desk,” he promised, rocking his hips forward and eliciting a sharp gasp.
“Yes.”
“Do you have what we need?”
Andrew licked his lips and nodded, pulling out of Isaac’s hold.
The small office was a tad cluttered, but a simple swipe of the desktop cleared it of anything in the way to tumble uncaringly to the floor, other than a mug that Andrew set aside more gingerly.
“No Santa today?” Isaac teased.
“It’s spring,” Andrew said, but the smile didn’t leave his face as he reached into a bottom desk drawer and produced a small bottle and a condom.
“And you chided me the other day.”
“Always be prepared.” Andrew shrugged.
“Are you a Boy Scout?”
Andrew made a point of reaching between his legs to palm himself through his slacks. “Not today.”
Surging forward, Isaac ripped the bottle and condom from his hands to place on the corner of the desk and dipped him back across its surface, nipping at his lips and raking his hands up beneath Andrew’s sweater.
Just as he was about to rip the offending article over Andrew’s head, he saw the desk chair and the window with its closed blinds. “I have a better idea.”
After leading Andrew around the desk, he pulled the chair out of the way and then turned to open the blinds, just enough so they could see the bustle of people outside, but the passersby couldn’t see them. Not unless they looked closely.
“Your audience.” Isaac motioned grandly at the window. “I expect a fitting performance and for you to obey everything I ask.”
“Yes, sir,” Andrew said, flush with excitement.
Sliding his hands around the waistband of Andrew’s slacks, Isaac slipped his palms down the back of them and gripped Andrew’s ass. He whimpered, canting against Isaac.
“This is going to be slow, Andrew. You owe me a very long good morning.”
Pinning Andrew to the desk, Isaac made a point of grinding their hips together as hard and as slow as he could and leaned in to kiss down Andrew’s neck. They rocked like that for several mindless minutes, still fully clothed, Isaac’s mouth hot on Andrew’s neck, and Andrew’s tongue darting at his ear. When Isaac finally removed his hands from Andrew’s slacks, he slid them up into his sweater and lifted it from his body.
Andrew squirmed under the feathering of Isaac’s fingertips down his abs.
“Undress me,” Isaac ordered.
He tugged Isaac’s jacket from his shoulders and went to rip his shirt over his head.
“Slower.”
Andrew complied with a groan but greedily ran his hands over Isaac’s ink once the shirt was off, feeling the soft dusting of hair over his chest that was mostly hidden amidst the dark colors.
Isaac let him spread his long fingers, tracing the intricate designs of a Jack of Spades, the Fibonacci Sequence swirling around his left peck, and a handful of sci-fi references and comic book characters, including the one they’d both heard radio dramas for: The Shadow, which Andrew paused at with a sweet smile when he saw it—a dark silhouette down his side with a wide-brimmed hat and a red scarf.
All the while, Isaac pressed his palm to Andrew’s stomach, fingers pointing downward, and after popping his fly, he slowly dipped into the front of his slacks, past the elastic of his underwear, and right to the prize.
Andrew whined, scraping his nails over Isaac’s skin.
“Kiss me.”
Andrew did, their tongues colliding and a shudder wracking through him. Isaac could feel the wetness building as he palmed him, the hardness of him pulsing. He shoved Andrew’s slacks and underwear out of the way.
“You’re not finished with me yet,” he told him, removing his hand even as Andrew stood naked.
Growling, Andrew tore at Isaac’s belt, risking wrecking the dress pants to speed through removing them, frantic to get back to thrusting into his palm. He pulled Isaac’s shorts down too, and lingered to admire the tattoos on his thighs, like the parallel Rebel and Imperial symbols from Star Wars.
“Touch me, and I’ll keep touching you.”
Starting on Isaac’s thighs, Andrew followed the lines of those symbols first, moving up and inward to finally take hold of him and stroking firmly through the precum. In turn, Isaac went back to Andrew’s abs, trailing downward until they were mirrored with equally firm grasps, jerking each other naked in Andrew’s office in front of his window.
They clutched with their free hands, Isaac gripping the back of Andrew’s neck, and Andrew grabbing his shoulder, orbiting closer, until their hands fell away to allow their cocks to slide past each other instead. Andrew threw both arms around Isaac’s neck at the collision, thrusting into that sweet wetness between them.
“Stop… and face the chair.”
Andrew blinked hazily back at him. Then grinned. When he first bent to lock the roller chair in place, Isaac couldn’t help running his hands across Andrew’s ass. He smacked it lightly, reveling in how Andrew writhed, so he smacked it again.
Andrew gasped.
“I think you like that.”
“Yes,” he panted.
“Well then…” Isaac smacked harder, and then squeezed, rubbing at the reddened skin.
“Ford,” Andrew mewled. “Come on… it’s so good, but I need you to fuck me.”
“I thought this was my show,” Isaac taunted, rearing back to smack him again, again, consistently in the same spot, so that the over-sensitized skin couldn’t recover. “Are you going to behave for me?”
“Yes…” Andrew sounded more pleading with each fresh whimper but ever tinged in want, pressing his ass closer to Isaac rather than away and biting his lip again as his face flushed darker.
Isaac swatted him again and again, until the leather on the arms of the chair squeaked with how much Andrew was twisting them. “You can take quite a bit, can’t you? I saw that on the rooftop. Now, I get to feel for myself. Good boys get rewarded.” He rubbed soothingly over the spot he’d made red from his slaps, and then snatched the bottle from the desk to pour the silky liquid over his fingers.
Slowly, he trailed his slick digits down the curve of Andrew’s ass to wet his puckered entrance and slid one finger in up to the knuckle—then deeper when Andrew opened without resistance.
He snapped back, bringing the finger in all the way with a grunt.
“So impatient. Behave or I’m going to have to punish you more.” Swatting his ass again in warning, Isaac teased with a second finger if he was going to be so insistent, gradually stretching and scissoring inside, pleased by how pliant he was.
Deeper and longer moans spilled from Andrew’s lips, as he rocked his hips with increasing demand.
“My, my… how long have you been thinking about this, Andrew?”
“Christmas…” he rasped. “Never stopped thinking about it… about you.”
“The way you lifted me on your shoulders in that alley… I’m going to treat you so good to pay you back for that.”
“Yes,” Andrew moaned louder as Isaac twisted his fingers, “but I don’t want to wait…”
“Think you’re ready?”
“Please.”
Isaac didn’t need convincing. Sliding his fingers free, he reached for the condom, but thought better of trying to open it with slick fingers. “You put this on me. We’re going to flip around and give our audience a good show.”
Cheeks rosy and eyes nearly black, Andrew staggered as he turned and reached for the condom with a trembling hand. Both hands shook as he tore it open, but he managed.
Isaac took him by the hips and pivoted them, turning the chair to face the window and positioning them in front of it. He let Andrew roll the condom up his length, feeling so hard, he thought he might burst at the brush of Andrew’s fingers, and then again when he added lube.
He sat in the chair and patted his thighs with a suggestive smirk.
Andrew bit his lip again, his flush covering the entire swath of his pale, exposed skin, as he turned and started to sit in Isaac’s lap.
“Easy,” Isaac said, taking him in at the tip, hands moving to Andrew’s hips to steady him. “Slow as you need.”
Andrew paused, and then started again slower, easing onto Isaac at such an agonizing speed, Isaac had to grit his teeth. The heat was intense, as was the tightness, despite the natural give of Andrew having obviously stretched himself before with hands and toys. Isaac remembered watching him finger himself open on that roof with nothing but spit and vigor and leaned forward to plant a kiss between his shoulder blades.
Taking him deeper and deeper, Andrew groaned when he finally sat in Isaac’s lap completely. Gently, Isaac pulled him back against him, and they looked together at the slightly open blinds and the unknowing people so near them.
This was better than the alley. Better than the roof, or the police station, even better than Andrew’s sofa, because there were no barriers anymore, or a ticking clock.
“Move.” Isaac bucked up and drifted his hands between Andrew’s legs. “Show me how much you want it.”
Starting a slow, rhythmic rocking, Andrew obliged. He encapsulated Isaac in such tight heat, Isaac fought the urge to rut upwards, hard and fast, and let Andrew control the speed, trembling in his arms, in his lap, as they watched the people outside.
Isaac palmed Andrew’s balls with one hand, the other gathering the wetness dripping from his tip to smooth up his length, fondling and pumping Andrew leisurely. Little by little, Andrew’s rocking picked up, his voice becoming a stream of filthy moans and profanity.
“Fuck, your cock feels good… and your hands… and your ink-covered skin.” He wriggled against him. “I wish I could suck you off while you’re inside me.”
“What a mouth on you,” Isaac panted. “Keep going… tell me how much you like this.”
“I love it. I love all of it… The people, the discipline, you telling me what to do.”
“Harder. Faster,” Isaac growled as his own urgency increased and the call of an end drew nearer with Andrew bouncing on top of him like a goddamn pogo stick. “Fuck… should have had you like this from day one.”
“Yes,” Andrew agreed with a wanton loll of his head. “Any time. I’ll get on my knees in the fucking street if you ask.” A particularly hard thrust up forced out a broken, “Ford!”
“Isaac,” Isaac corrected. “You call me ‘Isaac’ when I’m inside you.” Sliding his hands from touching Andrew to grip his hips instead, he drove up fervently, and Andrew rode him just as fiercely, keening out the longest, most filthy moan Isaac had ever pulled from anyone.
He felt Andrew tighten, ripping a moan from his lips next, as he stuttered up into the beautiful man atop him, digging divots into Andrew’s hips with his fingers. As his orgasm struck, and lingered, and then waned, he naturally slowed his thrusts, but Andrew whined.
Moving his hands back between Andrew’s legs, Isaac felt that he was still hard and hadn’t yet followed him over the edge.
“Turn around.”
“What…?”
“Turn around. I’ll take care of you.”
Andrew’s legs shook as he stood, gasping at the disconnect when he pulled from Isaac’s cock, and turned to face him. Isaac would have given anything right then to ensure that this version of Andrew Wen was something he got to see every day—tousled hair, a flush to his cheeks, reddened, damp, and parted lips, with eyes hazy and dark with lust. He’d caused all that, and now, he was going to give the payoff.
Tugging Andrew forward by his hips, Isaac bent toward his slick and throbbing cock, and sucked it between his lips. Andrew cried out, though he managed to choke it back from being loud enough to alert the people passing outside. His eyes fell closed and he reached forward with both hands to hold Isaac’s head.
The contact made Isaac twitch and pulse between his own legs again, having Andrew undone before him, unraveled in his grasp, all his. He sucked him down, fingers squeezing Andrew’s ass as he held him in place, tongue never ceasing its languid movements as he sucked and took Andrew in deeper, until a shudder ran through him, the hands on Isaac’s head shaking—
“I-I…I’m—”
And Isaac held him there to swallow back everything Andrew spilled.
When Isaac finally pulled off, licking his lips of the remnants, Andrew’s panting breath filled the room. His hands holding Isaac’s head turned to gentle strokes of his fingers carding through Isaac’s hair.
Gentle. Tender.
Intimate.
Isaac looked up, their eyes meeting with a warmth passing between them, that kept passing between them, that Isaac wasn’t sure what to do with. They were just fooling around, but Isaac was growing more and more addicted every time they did.
He couldn’t have said who leaned in first, but it was definitely Andrew’s decision to climb into his lap. Isaac barely felt the weight with how grounding it was to hold him.
The kiss was slow, too slow, too deep a connection to fool himself into thinking this wasn’t more than sex.

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Whew! I’m so very excited about Cold Hard Cash 2 being published! WOO!!! Editing should begin in about a week, and I’m hoping to have a release date soon! You all will be the first to know! Thank you so much for your support, your patience, and all of your love for my books! You guys freakin’ rock! <333

Now, today’s post is a continuation of Jack’s adventure with his demon orgy. I rewrote some bits at the beginning and just kept going. Still didn’t quite get to the full orgy bits that I wanted to, but I do hope you enjoy it! Maybe I’ll keep writing more sexy times for Jack and his demon boyfriends! XD

Happy reading!

Warnings: NSFW/demon smex/rimming! XD

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Jack Apagado admired the fresh ink of his tattoo in the mirror, flexing and bowing his arms to watch the design squeeze and contract across his chest. The design looked so real, as if the ouija board was going to spring right off of his skin at any moment.

Now it wasn’t just any normal spirit board.

Jack had wanted something special, and he’d found a very strange print in the back of an old antique store. It showed a vintage board with clawed fingers reaching for the planchette, and the letters shown weren’t in any language he knew.

It was gothic, weird, and Jack had to have it for his chest piece. His arms were already fully sleeved with occult symbols and stars swirling in thick coils of smoke, and his hips were dusted with constellations. He’d been waiting for the perfect piece to connect his sleeves over his chest, and this was it.

After months of work, he’d gotten the final touch-ups earlier this afternoon. It was complete, and he couldn’t wait to celebrate. He took some pictures, shared them on all his social media accounts, and ended up by himself in bed scrolling through his phone to look at the rapid explosion of notifications.

“Hot ink!”

“Oh, DADDDDDYYY”

“Want sum cum on dat face”

“Not from you,” Jack mumbled out loud in reply to last one he’d read, setting his phone aside with a sigh.

The comments were nice, but the truth was…

Jack was lonely.

He wanted a real connection outside of his posts, but how could he ever meet anyone? He worked all the time, tried to stay in shape at the gym, and dating apps were a joke. He didn’t want a hook-up. He wanted something that would last.

The appeal of a one night stand wasn’t lost on him as his cock began to twitch, leaving him frustrated and annoyed that he didn’t have the balls to actually use the damn dating app and call someone over.

It was normal. It was fine. Plenty of people did it…

But not Jack. He was too nervous of letting someone new in his home, into his heart, and being left disappointed and empty inside.

Well, he wouldn’t be empty, not exactly…

Ulgh.

He started stroking himself, taking his time and trying to relax. It had been months since he’d gone on a date, and that last one had ended miserably as most of the others had before. He’d really liked this guy, and the chemistry was strong. In a fit of loneliness and too many shots of tequila at dinner, he’d brought the guy home.

Thirty minutes later, he was thanking Jack for a great time and promised to call him again soon.

The sex hadn’t been entirely terrible, but Jack was still miffed. He’d pulled out all of his best moves, did everything to make it good, and well, he ended up having to take things into his own hand to get off.

Okay, fine, it was totally absolutely terrible, but it had been nice not to be alone for a little while.

Then the guy never called him again.

Asshole.

Jack focused on the head of his cock, squeezing down along the ridge as he stroked upwards. He didn’t imagine anyone in particular as he jerked off, simply conjuring up a fantasy of strong hands, soft lips, and an average-sized dick.

Yeah, okay, maybe a bit more than average…

He didn’t have anyone to please except himself, his breath rising to a quick pant, letting the sweet tension build and build until he finally came. The force behind his orgasm surprised him, and his euphoria was spoiled as his come landed right on his freshly tattooed chest.

“Ah, fuck!”

Jack quickly started trying to wipe it off his tattoo, cursing his impressive load as it smeared all over the place. He scrambled to grab something to clean up the mess and opted to peel off his socks. He was carefully dabbing up the last splatter of come up by his collarbone when all the lights in his tiny little apartment flickered.

He smelled something strange, bitter and foul like rotten eggs, and then the lights went off completely.

Great. The power was out.

Using the flashlight on his phone, Jack finished cleaning himself up and dumped off his dirty laundry in the bathroom. He stripped down to nothing, tossing the rest of his clothes in with the socks before heading back to bed.

He flopped face down into his pillows, sighing haggardly. He was still horny, perhaps a bit depressed, and the damn power hadn’t come back on. He didn’t think his evening could get much worse.

He also had the weirdest feeling that he wasn’t alone…

Sharp claws suddenly sank into his hips, and he yelped in surprise and terror. He whirled around, fumbling for the flashlight mode on his phone to see what had touched him.

Nothing.

The room was empty.

Pushing himself back against the headboard, Jack kept the light bouncing all around to ensure that he was truly alone. He didn’t think he had imagined it, but he couldn’t come up with a single plausible explanation.

The lights flicked back on, and there was a demon standing at the foot of his bed – red skin, black horns, an insanely ripped body, and oh, that thick cock, uncut and bulging and – oh, fuck!

It was a demon!

“What the fucking fuck!” Jack screamed, standing up on his bed and looking for a weapon to defend himself.

“Fear not, my mortal master,” the demon rumbled in a deep purr. “I’ve been summoned for your pleasure, and I will not harm you. I am yours to command.”

“Say what?” Jack had been too busy pulling his bedside lamp out of the wall to hear everything the demon had said. “Summoned for my… pleasure?”

“Yes, master,” the demon said, bowing his head down and crawling over the bed toward Jack. “I haven’t been summoned in centuries, and I’m aching to taste your mortal flesh…”

“How, how did I summon you exactly?” Jack was still holding onto the lamp, gasping when he felt an invisible force shoving him back down. The lamp went flying as he landed on his butt, legs spread, staring stupidly at the monstrous fiend slinking up between his thighs.

“Blood is common,” the demon whispered. “So are tears…” He slid a clawed finger across Jack’s chest. “Come…? Not unheard of, but definitely quite rare.”

“This is all a big misunderstanding,” Jack began, laughing nervously. “I was just, you know, taking some ‘me’ time and some nut got on my new tattoo! That’s all! I didn’t mean to dial up some demon dick!”

“You doubt my ability to pleasure you?” The demon looked offended.

“No, I’m sure you’re super good at pleasuring,” Jack replied, gawking at the demon’s huge cock. “Yeah, wow, so super good. But uh, well, it’s been a while for me, and this is really fast-“

“If you’re doubting my ability,” the demon huffed, “I can bring others to help.”

“Others?” Jack squeaked, feeling a traitorous lurch in his loins.

“Yes,” the demon confirmed, dragging his claw over the twisted alphabet on Jack’s chest. He began to trace words, perhaps names, and other giant demons began to appear all around the room. “Others, you see. As many as it will take to satisfy you.”

All the demons were male, varying from thin to bulky, and wearing nothing but lecherous smiles. Some of them were red, some had purple skin, others black and brown and one was even green with gills.

Jack only had a few seconds to think – was this a dream? Was he hallucinating?

Had his unique ink really somehow managed to conjure up his own demonic orgy?!

Fuck it.

He was lonely, extremely sexually frustrated, and there was no way he was going to ever find something like this on any of his dating apps.

“Yeah,” Jack said, shifting his shoulders and bracing himself against the sheets. “Bring it on.”

“Excellent,” the demon purred, grabbing Jack’s hips and dragging him down into the center of the bed.

Jack found that he could move again, and his hands were shaking with excitement as he touched the demon’s broad shoulders. “Uh, uh, what… what do I call you?”

“My name is Zermithrax,” the demon replied, sliding up between Jack’s legs and parting his thighs. “You may call me ‘Zee’ if it pleases you.” He pushed his knees up, gazing down at him reverently. “Mmm, you have the most beautiful looking little asshole… I can’t wait to devour you.”

“Well, Zee,” Jack huffed, aiming for brave even as his heart was about to explode from his chest, “are you going to eat it or just keep staring at it?”

“You’re a feisty little mortal, aren’t you?” The demon grinned nastily.

“You should see me after ten shots of tequila,” Jack replied, a sheepish edge to his smile.

Zee flashed another wicked leer and ducked his head down to run his tongue between Jack’s cheeks.

The hot flash of sensation made Jack gasp, and he let his head fall back against the bed. Zee’s tongue was thick, wet, and Jack groaned as it began to slip inside of him. It slid right in without any pain, only distant pressure as his body immediately opened up. It was the most bizarre feeling, but the pleasure was without question.

Zee’s tongue worked itself in so deep and hard that it was like getting fucked, and Jack let himself be loud. He rocked his hips down to ride Zee’s face as he moaned, but he jerked a bit when his thighs got pricked by his horns.

“Mmph, sorreh,” Zee mumbled, giving Jack’s hole a hard thrust to punctuate his apology.

“It’s okay, it’s fine!” Jack said urgently. “Just don’t stop!”

The skinny purple demon and the one with gills flanked both sides of the bed, reaching over to grab Jack’s legs and pull them apart and away from Zee’s horns.

“Careful, little master,” the purple one said, winking slyly down at Jack. “Don’t want you to get hurt… unless that’s what you’re into.”

“Then we gotta talk about safe words,” added the green one.

“No, I’m good,” Jack replied quickly, groaning as Zee’s tongue seemed to grow and twist inside of him. It zeroed in right on his prostate, his voice hitting a higher pitch as he struggled to keep speaking. “Not real big into pain! Maybe some, you know, mmm, maybe some spanking! That’s, mmm, that’s about it!”

Jack couldn’t be sure, but some of the demons looked disappointed.

Zee pulled off with a loud slurp, beaming down at Jack as he licked his lips. “Mm, I believe your body is properly prepared now to be ravaged-”

“No,” Jack cut in.

“Excuse me…?”

“You’re a demon, right?”

Zee blinked. “Uh… yes?”

“So, you have magical powers and all that? Super awesome skills for pleasure?”

“Yes, master,” Zee replied with a faint scowl. “Are you saying that you’re not pleased?”

“I’m saying that I want you to keep eating my ass and make me come, and then we can fuck,” Jack said defiantly. He felt absolutely insane for bossing around a demon, but if this was going to be his one and only chance to have a demonic orgy, well, he was going to make sure he enjoyed it.

For once, it was going to be all about Jack’s pleasure.

“As you wish, master.” Zee obediently bowed his head back down, his tongue plunging back inside Jack’s hole and pushing up into his prostate with renewed vigor.

“Ohhhh, yeah!” Jack groaned happily, his toes curling and wiggling against the demons holding his legs up. “That’s it, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about! Yes, fuck, eat it, fuckin’ eat it!”

The purple one giggled lightly, remarking to the green one, “He looks like he’s going to be a lot of fun, doesn’t he?”

“Fuck yeah,” he hissed in reply, leaning in and nuzzling his gills against Jack’s calf.

It should have been distracting to be pawed at, but Jack loved the attention. Every single demon cock in here was throbbingly hard, and it was all for him. He could take as many of them as he wanted to. Hell, he could take them all if he felt so inclined.

A new challenge began to build in his mind. He did want to make the most out of this crazy evening and taking a load from every demon in here sounded like a great place to start. The very thought of being fucked by so many monsters added more fuel to the fires of his lust, and he knew he was gonna come soon.

“Mmm, almost there!” Jack began to sob as Zee’s tongue relentlessly pounded into him with new strength, feeling the ache deep inside his loins demanding relief. His cock was drooling little glassy beads all over his stomach, and he began to plead, “Yes, keep going! Please, please, I’m gonna come! I’m so fuckin’ close!”

Zee snarled ferociously in reply, and his tongue swelled, impossibly thicker and fatter, swirling all around Jack’s prostate and pushing against it urgently.

“Oh, ohhh, ohhhhh! Fuck!” Jack cried out as he came, his thighs twitching as he clenched down on Zee’s fantastic tongue. He grinded his hips erratically as his cock pulsed, listening to the demons’ appreciative groans as they watched him orgasm.

Wiping off his mouth, Zee smirked smugly. “There. Tell me. Was that more to your liking, master?”

“Much better,” Jack panted, loving the buzz in his skin and the flush of heat washing over him. The other demons let go of his legs and he eagerly wrapped them around Zee’s hips, dragging him close. “Now, I’m ready for you to fuck me.”

“Of course, little master.” Zee smirked, reaching down to grab his bulging cock and starting to push inside of Jack’s tight body. “Mmm… there we go. Can you take it all, master? Do you want all of my cock?”

“Yes, come on!” Jack bucked his hips impatiently. The new stretch took his breath away, but he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to feel the pressure, the burn, he wanted to feel it all as his muscles surrendered to the thick girth working its way slowly inside of him. “Mmmm, ah… ah… ah, yes…”

“Perfect,” Zee praised, bowing his head down to bump his brow against Jack’s as he rocked his hips. “Do you feel it? Your mortal body giving it up so sweetly for my cock? I can feel you swallowing me up, every inch of me… you want more, don’t you?”

“Yes…” Jack moaned.

“You want to feel my demonic seed pumping deep inside of you…”

“Yes…!”

“You want to feel my unholy length quiver as it unloads within your tight little chasm….”

“For fuck’s sake, yes!” Jack snapped, smacking his hand across Zee’s butt. “Come on! Less talking, more fucking!”

“As you wish, little master,” Zee purred, rearing his hips back and slamming forward.

“Ahh, fuck!” Jack grinned dumbly, delirious with pleasure as Zee started to fuck him. He was so full that it hurt, but the ecstasy that lit up his entire spine blinded out any discomfort, and he wanted more and more. He took every brutal slam, hitching up his legs around Zee’s sides to take him deeper still. Their skin smacking together echoed throughout the room, and Jack’s ravenous moans soon joined it.

Zee was fucking Jack so hard that he was scooting him up the bed, driving him up into the headboard as he pounded his ass without mercy. Zee’s face was scrunched up in concentration, grabbing Jack’s knees and forcing them up into his chest, nearly folding Jack in half as he plowed him.

Jack felt so open, so loose and wet, marveling at how Zee’s massive cock fucked him so effortlessly. The pressure remained right alongside the resounding ache of being filled so completely, and the pleasure was intense. He loved how Zee’s claws felt digging into his skin, and he didn’t even mind his faintly sour breath.

He braced himself against the headboard, singing out a long litany of curses and scattered words of encouragement, listening to their bodies collide faster and faster and the bed squeak in protest. He felt it when Zee came, feeling that big dick swell and pulse inside of him, filling him with an incredible surge of heat. It was so hot that it was like hellfire, and he almost laughed out loud at the thought.

Zee gave a few more thrusts to carry himself through his climax, groaning happily and grinning down at Jack in awe. “You still want more, don’t you?” His eyes searched Jack’s. “Even after all that I have given you… You still hunger for more flesh, hmm?”

“Yes,” Jack replied without hesitation, too turned on to feel an ounce of shame. “I want it all.”

“It shall be yours,” Zee promised, sealing his words with a surprisingly gentle kiss.

Jack kissed back, his lashes fluttering at the sweetness behind the kiss. Zee’s lips were so soft and warm, and he nearly forgot that there was still a huge host of demons here waiting to fuck him.

“Mmm…” Zee hummed contentedly as he pulled out, a clawed finger playing around in Jack’s wet hole. “You are a very special mortal, my dear little master.”

Jack bit his lip, reaching down to feel what Zee had done to him. He moaned softly when he felt how slick he was, his hole still gaping and dripping from Zee’s impossibly big load. He blushed when he inadvertently touched Zee’s claw, not sure why a mere brush of fingers made him feel so vulnerable.

Especially when they were both playing around in the come he’d just taken.

But maybe it was the way Zee was looking at him now, with such warmth and passion, and…

Was it really possible they were having, like, a genuine moment here?

It was over too quickly as Zee quickly slid off the bed, leaving Jack spread out and damp. Jack ran a hand through his sweaty hair, trying to hide his disappointment as he looked around at the other demons waiting to pounce. He took a deep breath and turned over on his hands and knees, arching his ass out like an offering.

“Well.. who’s next?”

There won’t be a Sexy Saturday today because Kat is mehhhhh. I’m really sorry, guys. I wanted to have more of that demon drabble written, and my brain said hahaha NO. Please accept this beautiful picture of Daddy Bruce Campbell as an apology.

Happy Sexy Saturday, my darlings! Inspired by a certain meme, I hope you enjoy this little drabble of a demonic orgyyyy in the making! I am definitely planning to continuing it -sadly, I just ran out of time and boooo gotta go to work tomorrow! Happy reading!

Warnings: NSFWish?/masturbation/demon hijinx

~*~

Jack Apagado admired the fresh ink of his tattoo in the mirror, flexing and bowing his arms to watch the design squeeze and contract across his chest. The design looked so real, as if the ouija board was going to spring right off of his skin at any moment.

Now it wasn’t just any normal spirit board. Jack had wanted something special, and he’d found a very strange print in the back of an antique store. It’d showed an old board with strange clawed fingers reaching for the planchette, and the letters weren’t in any language he knew.

It was gothic, weird, and Jack had to have it for his chest piece. His arms were already fully sleeved with occult symbols and stars swirling in thick coils of smoke, and his hips were dusted with dotted constellations. He’d been waiting for the perfect piece to connect his sleeves over his chest, and this was it.

After months of work, he’d gotten the final touch-ups earlier this afternoon. It was complete, and he couldn’t wait to celebrate. He took some pictures, shared them on his social media accounts, and ended up by himself in bed scrolling through his phone to look at the explosion of notifications.

“Hot ink!”

“Oh, DADDDDDYYY”

“Want sum cum on dat face”

“Not from you,” Jack mumbled out loud in reply to last one he’d read, setting his phone aside with a sigh. The comments were nice, but the truth was…

Jack was lonely.

He wanted a real connection outside of his posts, but how could he ever meet anyone? He worked all the time, tried to stay in shape at the gym, and dating apps were a joke. He didn’t want a hook-up, he wanted something that would last.

The appeal of a one night stand wasn’t lost on him as his cock began to twitch, leaving him frustrated and annoyed that he didn’t have the balls to actually use the damn dating app and call someone over.

It was normal. It was fine. Plenty of people did it…

But not Jack. He was too nervous of letting someone new in his home, being left disappointed and empty inside.

Well, he wouldn’t be empty, not exactly…

Ulgh.

He started stroking himself, taking his time and relaxing. He didn’t have anyone to please except himself, letting it build and build until he finally came. The force behind his orgasm surprised him, and his afterglow was spoiled as his load landed right on his chest.

“Ah, fuck!”

Jack scrambled to grab something – anything – to clean up the mess. He started trying to wipe it off his fresh tattoo, cursing his impressive spunk. He peeled off one of his socks to soak it up, and he blinked as all the lights in his tiny little apartment flickered.

He smelled something strange, bitter and foul like rotten eggs, and the lights went out completely.

Great. The power was out.

Using the light from his phone, Jack finished cleaning himself up and dumped off his dirty laundry in the bathroom. He stripped down to nothing, tossing the rest of his clothes in with the socks before heading back to bed.

He flopped face down into his pillows, sighing haggardly. He was still horny, perhaps a bit depressed, and the damn power still hadn’t come back on. He didn’t think his evening could get much worse, but then he had the weirdest feeling that he wasn’t alone…

Sharp claws suddenly sank into his hips, and he yelped in surprise and terror. He whirled around, fumbling for the flashlight mode on his phone to see what had touched him.

Nothing.

The room was empty.

Pushing himself back against the headboard, Jack kept the light bouncing all around the place to ensure that he was truly alone. He didn’t he had imagined it, but he couldn’t come up with a single plausible explanation.

The lights flicked back on, and there was a demon standing at the foot of his bed – red soon, horns, an insanely ripped body, and oh, that thick cock, uncut and bulging and oh, fuck!

It was a DEMON!

“What the fucking fuck!” Jack screamed, standing up on his bed and looking for a weapon to defend himself.

“Fear not, mortal,” the demon rumbled. “I’ve been summoned for your pleasure, and I will not harm you. I am yours to command.”

“Say what?” Jack had been too busy pulling his bedside lamp out of the wall to hear everything the demon had said. “Summoned for my… pleasure?”

“Yes,” the demon said, bowing down and crawling over the bed toward Jack. “I haven’t been summoned in centuries, and I’m aching to taste your mortal flesh…”

“How, how did I summon you exactly?” Jack was still holding onto the lamp, gasping when he felt an invisible force shoving him back down. He landed on his butt, legs spread, staring stupidly at the monstrous fiend slinking up between his thighs.

“Blood is common,” the demon whispered. “So are tears…” He slid a clawed finger across Jack’s chest. “Come…? Not unheard of, but definitely quite rare.”

“This is all a bit misunderstanding,” Jack began, laughing nervously. “I was just, you know, taking some ‘me’ time and some nut got on my new tattoo! That’s all! I didn’t mean to dial up some demon dick!”

“You doubt my ability to pleasure you?” The demon looked offended.

“No, I’m sure you’re super good at pleasuring,” Jack replied, gawking at the demon’s huge cock. “Yeah, wow, so super good. But uh, well, it’s been a while for me, and this is really fast-“

“If you’re doubting my ability,” the demon huffed, “I can bring others to help.”

“Others?” Jack squeaked, feeling a traitorous lurch in his loins.

“Yes,” the demon confirmed, dragging his claw over the twisted alphabet on Jack’s chest. He began to trace words, perhaps named, and other giant demons began to appear all around the room. “Others… as many as it will take to satisfy you.”

All the demons were male, varying from thin to bulky, and wearing nothing but lecherous smiles. Some of them were red, some had purple skin, others black and brown and even green with gills…

Jack only had a few seconds to think – was this a dream? Was he hallucinating? Had his unique ink really somehow managed to conjure up his own demonic orgy?!

Fuck it.

“Yeah,” he panted, shifting his shoulders and bracing himself against the sheets. “Bring it on.”

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! I did my best to write out some hot demon smut inspired by that last meme, but not quite done yet! Hopefully next week! x_X;;;

Instead, today’s post is another sexy tease from my Kinktober project (hopefully to be published as the Cold Hard Cash anthology!) starring Jimmy and Boss Cold having some fun with toys! Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW/toys/Bad Dragon should pay me

~*~

“So! You’ve been going through my wishlist again?” Jimmy said with a happy grin, blinking in surprise when he saw the colorful array of toys spread out across the bed.

“You really need to learn to shut down your computer,” Cold scolded affectionately. “Who knows what someone might do with uninhibited access to all your personal information?”

“Apparently order a bunch of dildos and cum lube?” Jimmy giggled, blushing as he reached down to pick up the first dildo. It had a long tube coming out of the bottom, and its end was designed to attach to a large syringe.

“That one definitely got my attention,” Cold purred. “Lil’ Cockatrice, I believe it’s called.”

“Yup.” Jimmy nodded dumbly. “You fill the syringe with the cum lube, and uhm, yeah… you can keep… filling me up.”

“Mmmhmmm,” Cold chuckled, sounding very pleased by the idea.

“And the others?” Jimmy asked, glancing over at the other toys Cold had ordered for him, gasping as he pointed at a particularly large one. “Okay! I know I wanted that in a small! That is not a small!”

“I know,” Cold taunted. “We can save that one for later if you’d like… right now, I’m very interested in seeing how much lube I can squirt inside of you until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Mmm, yup, that’s, that’s, yeah, that sounds good.” Jimmy nodded, quickly clearing away all the toys except the Cockatrice and the bottle of lube. He was already stripping down before Cold was even settled in bed.

“Eager, are we?” Cold noted, watching Jimmy with an amused smile.

Jimmy crawled up into Cold’s lap, his cock hard and grinning. “Yes. This is definitely a lesson I was hoping we’d get around to.”

“Mmm, that sounds like someone has been leaving their computer open on purpose,” Cold said with a click of his tongue.

“Mmmmaybe,” Jimmy teased.

“You don’t have to play these games,” Cold scolded, his hands sliding down Jimmy’s hips. “You can tell me what you want.”

“I don’t know how sometimes,” Jimmy confessed, blushing vividly. “There’s just all of these things I want to try…”

“Mm,” Cold hummed, lubing up his fingers and pressing between Jimmy’s legs. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want me to do to you. You’ve no reason to be embarrassed or ashamed… not with me.”

Jimmy started rolling his hips down on Cold’s hand, groaning lightly as he struggled to form the words to express everything running through his mind

“I want…”

“Yes, Jimmy?”

“I’m… trying… to think…”

“Tell me what you want, Mr. Poe,” Cold hissed, fingers digging into Jimmy’s hips. “Be a good boy and tell me exactly what you’d like.”

Oh, that voice.

“I want you to keep filling me up,” Jimmy began slowly, desperate to be good for Cold. “Open my ass, fill me up, fuck, let me… let me suck your dick until I’m ready… I want… I want the last load in me to be yours…”

“Well, I certainly think-“

“But then… I want you to plug me?” Jimmy squeaked shyly.

“Mmm, for how long?”

“All night,” Jimmy panted. “Until tomorrow morning and you slide inside me and make me come. I don’t… I don’t want to come until then.”

“Why, Mr. Poe,” Cold drawled, clearly impressed, “I think that is a wonderful idea.”

Cold lovingly worked Jimmy open with tender thrusts as he cuddled against his chest. Jimmy rocked back on his hand and clutched at the collar of Cold’s shirt, whimpering with need.

He was ready.

Cold turned him around, pushing Jimmy down onto his side and stretching his legs out so Jimmy could rest his head by his thigh. Cold rolled over so his cock could easily slide into Jimmy’s waiting mouth.

Jimmy sucked softly, trying to be good, but he was distracted by the press of silicone at his hole. He spread his legs, gasping as the toy began to slip inside of him. It was cold, hard, and he could feel every single ridge of its textured surface.

Cold was patient like always, fucking Jimmy’s hole with short thrusts, sighing contently as Jimmy sucked him softly. “Are you ready for your first load, Mr. Poe?”

“Mmmph,” Jimmy mumbled, squirming with anticipation. He moaned as the toy slid in deep, gasping when he felt a rush of fluid gushing inside of him. It felt good, bowing his head down to take Cold’s cock into his mouth all the way to his balls.

Cold hummed softly, sliding the toy back and forth, enjoying the new wetness from the first load. He let Jimmy continue to blow him at a leisurely pace, waiting several moments before he prepared another syringe full of lube to start pumping inside of him.

Jimmy cried out, immediately aware of the new pressure and how it made his cock throb. He desperately licked all over Cold’s balls, trying to catch his breath. It was fantastic, pushing his hips back against the toy as he whimpered, “Please… more, sir.”

Cold grunted softly, another rush of lube filling Jimmy’s ass until he was aching.

Jimmy was so full and warm, sobbing as he weakly sucked over the head of Cold’s thick cock. “Good,” he gasped. “It’s so fucking good!”

“I think you can handle a few more,” Cold said, “and then you’ll have my cock, Mr. Poe.”

“Oh, God,” Jimmy whined, smothering his whimpers with Cold’s cock, stuffing it down his throat as the next load hit. He was certain it had to be leaking out of him by now, his ass so stretched and full. It reached every part of him, impossible and yet perfectly intense, moaning out loud as another rush of lube flooded inside of him.

“Look at you,” Cold said, tracing a finger around Jimmy’s stretched hole. “You’re always so eager to be full… do you like this? Leaking all over yourself?”

“Yes,” Jimmy whined quietly, licking over Cold’s shaft. “I only wish it was all yours…”

“Up on your knees, Mr. Poe.”

“Yes, sir.” Jimmy nodded, groaning as he struggled to move. The pressure was intense, his ass aching as he shifted into position. Cold held the toy in place, making sure he kept as much as of the lube inside of Jimmy as possible.

Cold kneeled behind Jimmy, slowly withdrawing the dildo and sighing, “Look at that… your hole is gaping wide open for me, absolutely dripping…”

Jimmy moaned, red faced as he bowed his head down against the sheets. He could feel the lube leaking out, desperate to hold onto that full sensation, pleading, “Please, sir… I want it… I want it to stay. I want yours in me, too.”

Cold began to push his cock into Jimmy’s ass, both of them moaning together at the slick ease of which he entered him. Jimmy’s hole was so wet and stretched, Cold able to start pounding into him without hesitation.

Jimmy screamed with every thrust, the tension inside of him almost unbearable. It was nearly too much, his balls painfully tight and his body demanding relief. He ignored it, listening to the wet sloshing of Cold fucking his gushing hole, moaning happily.

He knew Cold was almost there, smiling gleefully as he started fucking him harder. His lover’s load nearly broke him, hotter and thicker than the cum lube they’d been playing with. He rocked his hips back to meet Cold’s stuttering slams, crying out, “Fuck! Yes! Yes!”

Cold growled softly, giving him one last thrust before sliding out. He quickly pushed in a small plug, fingering around the base with a content sigh. “How do you feel, Mr. Poe?”

“Full,” Jimmy whimpered, “Hot, and full… like I’m going to explode. It’s so good…”

Cold reached between his legs to teasingly stroke his dripping cock, taunting, “And you really want to wait all night before you come?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy murmured, thrusting against Cold’s palm. “I can do it. I can wait.”

“Mmmm, we’ll see.”

Jimmy made it two more hours before he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He was half mad with lust and begging for release. Cold took him into his mouth, sucking him down and not pulling out the plug until he was busting his load all over his tongue.

Jimmy’s entire body was pulsing and throbbing, every muscle sagging from the tension they had all been trapped within for so long. He could feel all the lube and come flowing out of him as he trembled, still wrecked by Cold’s wicked mouth.

“So,” Cold drawled, pulling Jimmy into his arms, “I take it that you’ve enjoyed your toys?”

“Ohhhh, very much,” Jimmy confirmed breathlessly.

“Good,” Cold chirped. “Because there’s several more for us to try…”

“How many more? How much of my list did you buy?”

“Mmmm…”

“How much, Rod?” Jimmy furrowed up his brows, accusing, “You bought all of it, didn’t you?”

Cold snickered, kissing Jimmy’s cheek as he gleefully teased, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Today is more random smut because I cannot get my witch boys out of my head. They are simply not listening to me and insist that I stop everything I’m doing to write shameless pornography. XD

This takes place after our sweet little coven boy has officially joined the house and is learning how to get along with all of his new roommates! Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW/leash/collar

~*~

“What do I do now, master?” Cerys asked, following the gentle tug of his leash and sitting down on the sofa. He was still naked and slick from being thoroughly prepared earlier this morning.

“I have business to attend to,” Worth said, tying the end of the long leash to the coffee table. “You’re going to stay here and get acquainted with your new brothers. Be good for them.”

“Yes, master,” Cerys whispered, crossing his legs and trying to get comfortable.

“No, no, no…” Worth tutted, lightly smacking Cerys’ thigh. “You should be more inviting. Spread your legs open for me.”

Cheeks starting to flush, Cerys uncrossed his legs.

“That’s better,” Worth said with a smile. “You have a beautiful body. Let us see it. Now, relax and enjoy yourself. I expect you to be nice and full by the time I come back.”

“Yes, master,” Cerys said, murmuring softly as Worth leaned down to kiss his lips. The simple gesture sent a tease of heat through his chest, and he smiled. “Thank you.”

“Goodbye,” Worth said, stroking Cerys’ cheek as he briskly departed.

Alone now, Cerys fidgeted on the sofa and tried to get comfortable. He wasn’t sure what to expect now, reaching up to trace his fingers over the collar binding him to this place.

All he had to do was take it off, and he would be free…

But he didn’t want to.

When Cerys heard someone coming down the stairs, he involuntarily braced himself for the worst. Shit, he had to relax. He could do this. It always felt good, and no one here would harm him.

It was Nicky, the youngest member after Cerys, eyeing him like a hungry wolf. “Good morning.”

“Hi,” Cerys replied nervously.

Oh, what was it about the way Nicky was looking at him that made him instantly hard?

Nicky was attractive, athletic, lots of ink, but there was something in his gaze that was practically primal. He reached out, gently, petting Cerys’ hair. “Mmm, you open for business, pretty?”

“I… I guess so?” Cerys said anxiously.

“You need to say yes,” a deeper voice called out, “or simply say no. Consent is an absolute requirement, little one.”

Cerys turned his head to see the giant man with long hair coming down next, Luther. He was bundled in a leopard print bathrobe and had bunny slippers on his feet.

“I’m sorry,” Cerys said urgently. “This is still very new to me, and I don’t know what I’m doing-“

“Hey, hey,” Luther soothed, reaching out to pet Cerys’ cheek. “It’s okay. This is why we talk and why it’s so important to communicate. You’re our boy now. We’re going to take care of you.”

Cerys tilted his head to lean into Luther’s warm palm. “Thank you.” He looked up to Nicky, saying shyly, “If you wanna do it, I’m definitely up for it.”

“Much better,” Luther praised.

“Will you stay, too?” Cerys asked, going for bold and stuck smiling bashfully up at the big man.

“Ohhh, new boy is already going for two, huh?” Nicky teased.

“Yes.” Cerys grinned sheepishly.

“Come on then, pretty,” Nicky cooed as he sat down next to Cerys. He was only wearing boxer briefs and pulled the waistband down to reveal his hard cock. “We’ll take such good care of you.”

Cerys moved on instinct, leaning over to wrap his hand around Nicky and run his tongue over the silky head. He wanted it in his mouth immediately, eager to taste him.

“Mmm,” Nicky grunted, petting Cerys’ hair. “Just like that… go on, take a little more.”

Cerys opened his mouth and sucked in the first few inches, moaning loudly at the heat and the taste. He liked how Nicky was stroking his hair, gasping when he felt Luther moving up beside him.

“You are so damn beautiful,” Luther praised, fanning his hands over Cerys’ sides. “Mmm, can you get up on your knees for me?”

Cerys stretched out his lower half, kneeling with his head in Nicky’s lap as he continued to suck his cock. Luther was caressing his ass and spreading his cheeks wide. He could only imagine how he looked, his ass slick and clenching as he waited for something to penetrate him.

It was Luther’s fingers first, testing the stretch as he marveled, “Oh, little one… you’re perfect.”

Cerys closed his eyes, giving himself over to the rhythm he’d made for himself sucking Nicky’s cock. He loved how Nicky was touching him and all the sweet little sounds he was making. He dared to swallow down another inch, using his hand to squeeze what he couldn’t stuff in his mouth yet.

“Ffffuck… you’re a natural,” Nicky groaned, his thighs tensing and then relaxing as he sunk down into the sofa.

Luther had removed his hand and was lining himself up, rubbing the head of his dick against Cerys’ ass. He sounded so proud when he said, “He’s our boy. He’s perfect.”

Cerys moaned excitedly as Luther began to push inside of him, willing himself to relax even as the pressure grew. Fuck, Luther was so damn thick! Cerys tried to spread his legs to give himself some relief, but there was simply nowhere to go.

There was a brief reprieve as Luther pulled back and immediately Cerys wanted him back inside. He wanted the delicious friction of being stretched open around Luther’s massive cock, sucking Nicky’s with a new surge of passion.

“God!” Nicky growled, grabbing Cerys’ collar to hold him in place. “Fuck, trying to take it all, huh?”

Yes.

Yes, he was. He wanted all of it.

Cerys opened his mouth wider, his lips slick with spit as he started bobbing his head. He moved his hand away, willing himself to take Nicky all the way to the back of his throat.

Luther was thrusting back in, lazy and slow, taking his time as he worked his way inside of his tight body. “Fuck… sweet boy, your fuckin’ ass is amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“His mouth is pretty fuckin’ baller, too,” Nicky said, panting softly. “Fuck! I can’t believe he was a fuckin’ virgin until last night.”

Cerys’ chest flooded with pride know that he could bring these men such pleasure. It felt good getting fucked, it felt good sucking dick, and he couldn’t believe he had waited so long.

Luther was starting to slam into him, his balls smacking against his thighs as he really got going. He grabbed Cerys’ hips, his breathing labored and groaning. “Fuck, yeah… you’re gonna make me come so fuckin’ hard, boy…”

Cerys was torn between the cock pounding into his ass and the one in his mouth, his own dick rock hard between his legs. He could already feel the sweet pressure of an orgasm beginning to build and his skin was tingling with heat. He felt drunk on all of the delicious sensation and soon he couldn’t stop his impending release.

“Mmmph!” Cerys mumbled, trying to warn Luther. He could feel it starting to wash over him in a hot wave, his hips yearning to thrust forward and grind right down into the couch. He hadn’t even touched himself, but fuck, he was there, right there-!

“There we go,” Luther gasped, slamming even harder into Cerys. “Come on, come on my cock like a good boy!”

Cerys had to pull off of Nicky, screaming as his orgasm stole his breath away and made him tremble. He felt a new rush of heat inside of him as Luther’s merciless rhythm finally faltered in the wake of his climax. They rutted together, grinding and grunting, riding out every lovely moment.

Luther pulled out to rub his cock around the rim of Cerys’ sloppy hole, sighing with deep satisfaction. “Perfect… fucking perfect.”

Cerys smiled, still buzzing happily and savoring the intense afterglow. He was surprised when Luther grabbed his leash and pulled him back, twisting his head around to press a deep kiss to his lips. Oh, that was so nice.

“Thank you,” Luther murmured. “You were wonderful.”

“Th-thank you,” Cerys replied, his heart fluttering from the tender way Luther was looking at him right now. It didn’t have quite the same intensity as Worth’s captivating gaze, but the simmering heat was just as obvious and spoke of a promise for more pleasure to come.

“Mind if I cut back in?” Nicky asked, shifting his hips so he could pull his underwear down and off. He was still hard, patiently waiting for Cerys to finish what he’d started.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Cerys scrambled to bow his head back down, but Nicky stopped him.

“No, in my lap,” Nicky insisted. “I wanna fuck you, too.”

Cerys started to crawl over and squeaked in surprise when Luther wrapped his arms around him to help him move.

“How do you want him, Nicky?” Luther asked, nuzzling Cerys’ neck. “Facing you?”

“Nah, turn him around.”

Cerys felt awkward as his legs spread to straddle Nicky’s hips, groaning as he easily sat down on his cock. His feet could just reach the floor, and he struggled to find a way to rock back.

“Relax,” Nicky chuckled. “Lean back… I’ve got you.”

Cerys rested his head on Nicky’s shoulder, groaning as he suddenly grabbed his legs and held them up in the air. Nicky’s cock felt like it was even bigger now, and the first thrust made Cerys’ toes curl up.

Nicky paused, readjusting as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table so he had more leverage as he began to slam up in Cerys. “Ohhhh, yes… this is what I’m fuckin’ talkin’ about…”

Cerys began to moan, limp in Nicky’s strong grip as he started bouncing him up and down on his cock. Being speared so forcefully made him ache, the pleasure dancing on the edge of pain, and all he could do was take every savage thrust.

“Fuck, look at you two,” Luther said with a lusty sigh. “You guys look gorgeous together…” He reached out to stroke Cerys’ stomach. “Mmm, does it feel good? Do you like Nicky’s cock?”

“Yes!” Cerys sobbed. “I love it, I love his cock!” Somehow saying it out loud made it even hotter, and he whined desperately as he felt the stirrings of another climax winding up in his loins. He loved being able to give in and let Nicky use every inch of his body, fucking him so hard that tears were clouding his eyes.

“There,” Luther purred, reaching down to start stroking Cerys’ cock back into hardness. “Just take it like a good boy… you love all that cock, hmm? Just wait until Nicky comes in you… were gonna keep you nice and stuffed all the time…”

“Please,” Cerys begged, crying out as Nicky began to drill his ass impossibly harder. “Please, I want it, fuck! I want it so much! Ohhhh, God!”

Whether by magic or skill, Luther was jerking Cerys’ dick so perfectly that he was already coming again. There was no sting of overstimulation, only sweet pleasure as he unloaded all over Luther’s hand. The feeling didn’t dwindle, not yet, leaving Cerys riding high on an orgasmic wave as Nicky cried out to signal his own impending finish.

Cerys sighed happily, savoring each hot pump of come when Nicky came. He felt so warm and wet, Nicky’s cock sliding so easily in and out of his hole. Luther offered his hand out for Cerys to start licking away the mess, exhausted from getting fucked so vigorously.

Even as he swallowed back his first mouthful, he knew he could be persuaded to go again…

“Mmm…” Luther looked over Cerys thoughtfully. Once his hand was clean, he teased around Cerys’ hole, stretched around Nicky’s still hard cock. He began to push in a finger alongside Nicky’s shaft, playing in all the dripping come as he wondered, “Think he could take us both?”

Nicky laughed, kissing Cerys’ damp hair as he mused, “Well, I dunno… he did just take two big loads, maybe we should wait-“

“I can do it,” Cerys said suddenly, spreading his shaking legs and starting to grind down on Nicky’s cock. He enjoyed how Nicky moaned, staring up at Luther with a sudden burst of desperation.

He needed more, so much more…

“Please…?”

“Of course, little one,” Luther promised him with a sweet kiss. “We’ll give you as much as you can handle.”

“All of it,” Cerys groaned. “I need it all, please.”

“Don’t worry… It’s yours.”