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But I’m not fully demonicyet. I have an ounce of essence left that I claim as mine because Lucian insists it is. That, added to what we took from Tandy, gives me the ability to re-open the portal to the human world that we took after she manifested us with the matefinder spell.

Haures will not approve. He could possibly even sentence me to the shadows regardless, and even our hidden partnership over the ages might not be enough to protect me.

I do not care. For Lucian, I’ll do anything.

For Tandy, I’ll do even more than that.

Including going to the human realm on my own and confronting the male who once owned her heart…

CHAPTER 8

GONE

LUCIAN

Just like kissing, I have discovered that mating is very instinctive. It’s also the most pleasurable thing I’ve experienced in my long existence, though that’s because it was our dear Tandy who allowed me to kiss her cunt with my mouth.

What made it even more memorable, too? My twin bond.

As an immature demon—older than a spawn, but not quite a mature male—I first discovered that I could find release from tugging on my cock until it gave up seed. When the visions came too quickly or I was forced to see things I would’ve preferred I didn’t—especially during those early days when King Yelios still ruled Sombra and he attempted to colonize other demon realms and I saw more death and destruction than an immortal creature should—that tiny jolt of relief got me through many cycles.

Damien, too. Because, as tightly bonded as we’ve always been, we learned that we can sense our brother’s pleasure at the same time. We’re two halves of the same whole, a demon that was split into two parts before our demoness mother gavebirth to us, then abandoned us to a nearby village in shame. Our adopted clanmother—long dead after her husband succumbed in the battles—raised us until our maturity, then we went off to become the doppelseers.

For millennia, I’ve only had my twin at my side. Stroking cock while he was near… when we would share our future mate, why not have pleasure together when we could? He in his seat, me in mine, and often it was a race to see who would finish the act first.

As we grew older, our wait for our mate ever longer, the act lost its allure. My hand meant nothing when my cock knew there was a cunt destined for it. Since Tandy summoned us to her realm and we took her back with us to Sombra, I’ve waited with as much patience as I could muster to finally discover what it was like.

I now know that her cunt is salty yet amazingly sweet, and I hungered for it even as I swiped my tongue through her folds. Even better, though I am still in Tandy’s given room and Damien is down below us, I could sense him through our bond. While I pleasured our female, he took his own cock into his hand, stroking in time as he sent instructions to me through our bond.

He wanted me to kiss her cunt, then mate it. Knowing that my cock will someday be welcomed inside of her, my tongue found her entrance first. As a Sombra demon, I can be solid, in my shadows, or a mixture of both. Since Tandy has been with us, I’ve grown used to staying in my demon form so she can get used to our differences, though I’ve kept my claws as shadows when she’s near so that I do not accidentally scratch her.

So much shorter than me and my twin, I don’t have to worry about the point of my horns goring our mate like they might if I battled another demon so they stay solid and shiny, and I smiled into the fascinating red curls covering Tandy’s cunt when shegripped my horn fearlessly and used it to steer my face where she wanted me to lick and suck next.

But when I turned my tongue to shadow next, forming a blunting point at the end to mimic my cock before I thrust it up inside of her, Tandy tugs my horn with such strength, my nose bumps up against this small bump near the top of her cunt.

She screams.

I rear back, momentarily forgetting about Damien and how he was pleasuring himself to the sensation of his twin mating our mate with his tongue. I clutch her behind, making sure she doesn’t fall, though as tightly as she’s gripping my horn, I do not think I have to worry about that.

But Tandy did scream, and as I search her face for some signs that I nicked her cunt with my fangs or inadvertently hurt her in some unknown human way, she starts slapping my shoulder with one hand while clinging to my horn with the other.

“Put me down, put me down, put me down.”

I do exactly as our mate commands.

Once she’s on her feet, she scurries across the room. I admit, though I’m still frantic I did something wrong while kissing her cunt, I do enjoy the sight of her breasts and her bottom bouncing. Demonesses are much slimmer in the same areas than human females, and I find I much prefer our Tandy’s softness even if I have nothing to compare to it other than my sight.

To my amazement, she’s not racing for the door. The opposite direction, in fact, as my wee human dives for the nest we conjured for her. It nearly swallows her whole, and the shadow blanket I wove for gets twisted around her pale ankle. She kicks it, the thin covering goes flying, and after she rolls around the nest for a moment, she’s on her back.

As I stare, she scoots a little to make room for, then lets her legs fall open, allowing me to see our naked mate completely bare and open and on display for us.

No.

Forme.

Damien is gone. Whether be chose to block me from his side of the twin bound—which he rarely does—or something else has caught his attention, I no longer sense him enjoying this moment with Tandy and me.

Which is why, when Tandy pats the nest and says, “Okay. I’m ready. Let’s go,” I’m too distracted to understand what she means.

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