Unholy Pleasures (Half-breed Series Book 4) Page 11

  I was relaxing under his gentle kisses and touch, our pheromones dancing and swirling together, creating an intoxicating mixture. I heard Harkel’s growl of approval and looked over to see his eyes nearly orange as he looked at me.

  “Now Irix.”

  The incubus stood at Harkel’s command. I eased the shirt over Irix’s head, then running my hands down the hard planes of his chest, I unsnapped his shorts and slid them down his legs. Irix was commando, and his cock sprang free, tapping me on the cheek as I helped him step from the shorts. Leaning forward, I couldn’t resist taking him in my mouth, sucking gently on the head of his cock before pulling away and licking my way back down his shaft.

  Irix sighed, his fingers caressing my cheek. As there were no other commands from Harkel, I went with my impulse and reached up to stroke his balls, continuing to kiss, lick, and suck. I felt a hand grip my hair, twisting it around a fist. Harkel forced my head away from the incubus, and to his own cock. He had removed his clothes while I’d been busy with Irix and was now on my other side, one hand tight in my hair and the other working himself with a firm grip. I was sandwiched between the two men, crouched on my haunches with two dicks in my face.

  And one of those dicks was alarmingly large. I eyed Harkel’s member nervously, hoping he didn’t get any bigger or I was going to have difficulty getting my mouth around him.

  “My turn,” he whispered.

  Irix’s hand was reassuring on my shoulder, so I tamped down my nervousness and tried to relax. He wouldn’t let anything happen to me. Irix wouldn’t let any harm come to me. He was here to make sure Harkel didn’t cross any lines.

  And he was obviously here for another reason, too. As I worked my way to the base of Harkel’s cock, I noticed that Irix slid his own member along the warmonger’s, both men stroking themselves. With a quick squeeze of my shoulder, Irix’s hand left my skin and reached down to touch Harkel, his nails lengthening and sharpening as he scratched a line along the warmonger’s cock.

  Harkel gasped, thrusting his hips forward. He returned the gesture, but instead of scratching, his embedded his claws into the flesh around the incubus’s testicles. I heard Irix grunt in pain, smelled the copper scent of blood. Fear spiked through me and I looked up to Irix for assurance that all was okay.

  It was obviously more than okay. There was agony in Irix’s eyes, his mouth twisted and clamped tight, but there was also an unholy light of passion. I’d never understand how demons could enjoy this sort of thing. I’d been with humans who appreciated a spanking or light biting, but it was inconceivable that anyone could be so turned on from pain this intense.

  Harkel’s cock bumped against me and I turned to him once more, tasting his blood as I continued to lick his shaft. My tongue reached the head of his cock and swirled around it, dipping into the slit. And then I did what I’d done with Irix—I took my fingers and slid them back along his bridge to tease the puckered opening of his ass.

  Harkel hummed, and I took that as a sign to ease the tip of my finger inside. Some guys didn’t like this. Well, actually all guys liked this, but many of them didn’t want to like it. Harkel wasn’t one of those guys. I felt him harden as I wrapped my lips around him, taking as much of him into my mouth and throat as possible, at the same time pushing my finger inward to curl against that oh-so-sensitive spot. The warmonger growled deep in his throat and rocked forward, slamming himself so deep into my throat that I couldn’t breathe.

  Again I felt Irix’s hand on my shoulder, the gentle scrape of his claws, the wet smear of blood from his nails onto the skin of my back. Steadying myself, I began a rhythm between my finger and my mouth, easing in and out, my other hand resting on Irix’s hip.

  I tasted Harkel’s blood on my tongue, felt Irix’s blood drip from his balls onto my shoulder. I pressed myself against the incubus, using him for leverage as I worked Harkel. I felt him swell and pulse in my mouth, his hole tightening around my finger, but before he tipped over the edge into orgasm, the warmonger pulled himself free, hooking a claw around the band of my bra and slicing it in two.

  Damn. I really liked that bra, too.

  “On your back,” the warmonger commanded.

  I went to comply only to hesitate when I saw what he was obviously intending to shove into me. Uh, no. Just, no.

  “That better be meant for me,” Irix said, his voice smooth but with an edge of steel to it. “If it’s not, then you need to make it smaller. No more than ten inches long. And reduce that girth by at least half.”

  Harkel snarled, and Irix edged himself slightly in front of me.

  “Or you can leave it as is, and fuck me instead,” the incubus continued.

  The warmonger hesitated, then looked down at himself. I held my breath.

  “There. How’s that?”

  Irix moved aside and I eyed Harkel’s cock. “Smaller.”

  He sighed, reducing his size a fraction of an inch.

  “Smaller.”

  That was better, but there was something I needed to clarify. “Front door or back door?”

  The warmonger tilted his head, eyebrows coming together. “You want me to leave? And there is more than one door to this domicile?”

  I smothered a laugh. “It’s slang. Are you intending to screw me in the ass at all? Because if that’s the case then you need to be a bit smaller—both length and girth.”

  His shoulders slumped, and I actually felt sorry for him.

  “This is humor, no? Because it’s humiliating to be forced to take you with a mouse’s cock.”

  “She’s not even twenty-two years old,” Irix reminded him. “Take me with a warmonger’s cock, or take her with a mouse’s cock. I vow on all the souls I Own that no details of this will be mentioned with anyone outside of this trailer.”

  The warmonger looked at me, then down at his erection. Then back at me. Then down at his erection. “This is a very hard decision.”

  I snickered. “He said hard.”

  Harkel shot me a mischievous glance, his member doubling in size. “You are a very naughty succubus. For this time, Irix will fuck you, and I’ll fuck Irix, that way I can show you the amazing power of an ancient warmonger. Next time I will be gentle and tiny like a mouse, but today I will be a lion.”

  A lion-bear, to be exact. Before I could speak, Irix had me on the couch, legs in the air. He ripped through my panties with a claw, then looked up at me and winked.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. He was literally between me and the warmonger. He was going to take that enormous…thing in the ass while I got perfectly sized-and-shaped him instead. God, how I loved this demon.

  And I’ll admit to some very fond feelings toward Harkel, also. He had a sense of humor that I’d never expected in an ancient. As I looked up into his dark eyes, I saw him wink as well, and suddenly felt that all of this might work out okay.

  Irix plunged into me, blood from his balls trickling down my thighs and onto the cushions. I was so not going to get my security deposit back on this place, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of Irix inside me, his normal, human-like hand on my breast, his golden eyes so very warm as they looked into mine. He eased in and out of me with slow deep strokes, then leaned forward to kiss my bottom lip, pulling it gently with his non-fanged teeth. Then I felt him tense, a grunt of pain tearing out of him. Huge claws dug into Irix’s shoulders and he pulled his mouth from mine. Each time Harkel buried himself into Irix’s ass it drove the incubus forward and deeper into me. I could feel the warmonger’s balls smacking against my legs and rear along with Irix’s, and felt the way Irix tensed and jerked each time Harkel slammed into him.

  “Damn, this feels so fucking good,” the incubus growled against my ear.

  I caught my breath in surprise, and realized that he wasn’t lying in some attempt to keep me from fretting about him, he truly did enjoy getting stuffed from behind by some giant cock all while he was burying himself deep inside me.

  That was the moment that I truly
relaxed. Irix wasn’t taking some horrid torture to protect me, he was doing something he enjoyed—something that he knew I wouldn’t enjoy. I stopped worrying about him, stopped worrying about me, and put aside all my preconceived notions of pleasure to lose myself in the experience. Reaching up, I stroked Irix’s face, running my hands down his neck to his shoulders, wrapping my fingers around the non-sharp portions of Harkel’s claws.

  The warmonger grinned, increasing the pace, which in turn increased Irix’s pace as well. I slid my hand between the pair of us on an outward stroke and touched myself, rubbing my clit in time with the feel of Irix’s wet cock plunging in and out of me.

  My pheromones surged back to life, building with Irix’s until all I knew was the slap of four balls against my skin, the fullness of Irix’s cock inside me, the pressure of my fingers against my clit. I heard Irix catch his breath, heard Harkel roar as he dug his claws deeper into the incubus’s shoulders. They both came at the same time, and me right afterward, all of us sloppy and adding to the horrible mess on the sofa and the carpet. Harkel collapsed against Irix and I could feel the incubus’s body jerk with each pulse of the warmonger’s cock. Arms straining, Irix managed to hold himself upright and not squish me into the sofa with the weight of the pair of them. The three of us held still, the only sound our ragged breathing.

  Chapter 12

  Harkel pulled out, standing upright and stretching his arms to the ceiling. He said something in demon and Irix responded, hesitating a few moments before sliding out of me and pulling me upright as he stood.

  They were quite the pair. Blood, cum, torn skin and stab wounds. But even with all that, they were two impressive demons: muscular, powerful, and sexy as all hell. They stared at each other and for a moment I wondered if I was going to need to break up another fight.

  Then Irix grinned and Harkel threw back his head to laugh. The warmonger patted Irix on the shoulder, saying something else in demon. Irix nodded and returned the gesture. They looked like two naked gladiators congratulating each other on a battle well-fought.

  Then Harkel leaned in and kissed Irix, his hand drifting down to squeeze the incubus’s ass. He whispered some additional words, giving Irix another quick kiss before heading to the door, stopping to look at me as his fingers wrapped around the handle.

  “I need to go encourage some activity in Central America for a few days, but I hope to see you when I return? Both of you?”

  I smiled. “I’d like that. Be careful. Don’t let the angels catch you.”

  He snorted. “The angels are busy with the elves and their own conflicts. It is the perfect time for a demon to walk among the humans. But just in case I need to return immediately to Hel, I will send notice so you will not be concerned.”

  Harkel said another few words to Irix, then left. It wasn’t until he was gone that I realized that he hadn’t fixed his injuries or put any clothing on. The idea of him walking around naked and bloody was pretty funny.

  “What did he say?”

  Harkel had said he was going to return, but was the breeding contract still on the table? I continued to feel the warmonger’s tie, as well as the energy from our encounters. Would he expect this kind of threesome to continue? I could do this. And I hoped Irix had enjoyed this encounter just as much as I had. In all honesty, Harkel by himself was too much for me. He’d probably always be too much for me in a one-on-one relationship. If this was going to work, it would need to include Irix, and I wanted him to want it, not just tolerate the situation because I wanted it.

  I hadn’t been able to keep Kai because human society encouraged monogamy. Irix would be with me until the end of time. I might never have the ring, white dress, and kids running around the backyard, but I’d always have him, and if he was okay with it, I wanted to include Harkel in our strange set of connections.

  “He said that as much as he wanted to continue to see you, he’d been too hasty in offering that breeding contract and that he intended to withdraw it until you were more mature. He asked if I would be open to such a proposal, as he was eager to create offspring with a sex demon, and after tonight, felt I had the mix of seduction and stamina he was looking for. He was impressed with how I withstood and even enjoyed his baser needs, and that this was the very thing he wanted to foster in his offspring—to create sex demons who were inclined toward more violent encounters.”

  “So he wants you, but not me.” It hurt to think that. I’d lost Kai. I’d lost Harkel. And Irix…would I lose him eventually too? Would he someday decide I wasn’t demon enough for him?

  “No, silly elf-girl. He wants you, he just doesn’t feel it’s proper to propose a breeding incident with a succubus as young as you are. He’ll be back, and I’m pretty sure next time he’ll be sporting the mouse cock.”

  Irix’s eyes twinkled, and I smiled in return.

  “Good. You can have the lion cock, and I’ll stick with the mouse one.” Which reminded me… “Did you really enjoy that?”

  It had been so hot to watch the pair of them, but even though it had seemed that both parties had relished the experience, I still wondered if Irix had done that for me. Had he just endured it, or had he actually wanted Harkel’s warlike sex?

  Irix shot me a sheepish grin. “Yeah, I did. It was an incredible experience, especially with you there as well.”

  “Okay.” I tried to keep the doubt from my voice, and failed.

  “You were raised with humans, but I grew up in Hel,” Irix explained. “I’ve had encounters that have left me scooping my guts off the floor at the end. It’s not just the act that’s enjoyable, but the status. There’s a certain cache in being able to match a high-level demon blow-for-blow, to withstand that sort of ‘affection’ and survive it. It’s a badge of honor to leave yourself unrepaired and walk around Hel for a few days to show off the extent of your injuries.”

  I’d never understand demons. I might not ever be able to enjoy that sort of thing myself, but I was glad that Irix had. His explanation made me feel much better.

  “Good. But please don’t think you need to walk around here for days looking like you were run through a chipper shredder,” I told him. “You’ve got immunity now. You can fix yourself without fear that some angel is going to be knocking down our door.”

  Irix visibly relaxed, a relieved smile on his face. “I’d almost forgotten. And I have you to thank for that, even if I’m still a bit pissed at you for risking yourself to go to Hel alone. I guess of all the things that could have happened to you, meeting Harkel wasn’t all that terrible. He does have an affection for you. I wouldn’t be surprised if in a few centuries he sends another breeding contract your way. And in the meantime, I get the feeling he’s going to be a regular in our lives, both here and in Hel.”

  I took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. “So I’m off the hook as far as baby-making goes? He doesn’t think I owe him anything for the energy he gave me or the tie I received during that blow job in Hel?”

  Irix shook his head. “He’ll expect a level of relationship, more than what you had with Kai, but less than you have with me. And yes, I’ve taken your place with the breeding contract.”

  I threw myself into his arms. “Thank you. Isn’t he fun? Don’t you like him? It’s not just the power that’s an attraction, but him as a demon. He’s sweet and funny—which is a weird thing to be saying about an ancient warmonger. I won’t mind being a part of his household, or getting naked and sweaty with him.”

  He kissed my forehead. “Have sex with him all you want as long as I’m present to jump in if things get too violent.”

  “So you’re going to be a daddy, then?” It boggled my mind, the thought of Irix and Harkel having offspring together.

  He hugged me close. “Probably. I’ll have to read what he’s proposing, then there will be some back and forth, but I’ll most likely accept. I’ve always remained unaffiliated with another demon’s household, and have never accepted a breeding contract, but it’s far past time for me t
o start doing so. Harkel would be a good ally, especially as he’s tied to you. We’ll probably wind up with the same arrangement that you and he have, except I’ll sire a demon with him. I’ll support him in Hel if he needs a sex demon for an ally, and speak favorably of him to others.”

  “Forever? As long as you both shall live? Until death do you part?” Why was I jealous? I was truly one fucked up girl.

  “Hardly. We’ll probably continue like this for a century or so, then he’ll lose interest. It might end sooner if there’s a conflict this side of the gates that he’s involved in, or something in Hel that catches his attention. It’s not a big deal, Amber. These ancients know how to play the game. And as demons go, Harkel is fairly reasonable in his demands. He’s not like Ahriman or some of the others. We’ll get along just fine.”

  “Good.” No, it wasn’t good. I wanted this threesome thing, but the thought of Irix and Harkel—allies, having a demon-child, doing demon things together that I couldn’t. It made my stomach churn.

  He checked the wound on top of my head. “This is looking better, but it’s still healing. Don’t hunt tonight. Harkel poured enough energy into me that I can take care of your needs. We’ll clean up and go to bed, and make love. This time it will be all about you.”

  I looked down at the disgusting, wet-and-stained carpet. “Clean up as in us or the trailer?”

  He followed my gaze. “Can we just burn this place down and get another?”

  “The fire marshal might have a problem with that.”

  He sighed. “Then you shower. I’ll repair my injuries and see if I can get the worst out of this carpet and cushions. I’ll join you in bed as soon as I can.”

  The guy cooked, cleaned, and made love like a boss. Who could ask for anything more?

  “Love you,” I told him as I headed to the tiny bathroom.

  He grinned back at me. “Love you, too.”

  Chapter 13

  I got to sleep in the next day. Or rather I got to wake up and have leisurely morning sex with Irix, then doze in bed while he made coffee and threw some mini donuts onto a plate for me.