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“I’ll resuscitate you if you do,” Adam replies.

We fall into an epic kiss, and then fall into Delaney, and Adam is shaking and looking as if all his dreams are coming true.

“You know I'm in love with you, right, Delaney? I know I kind of just dropped that on you the first time, but it’s true. Just because I've suppressed my real feelings for so long, doesn't mean the way I feel about you isn’t potent as hell. You being mine is incredible, and I never want to take it for granted.”

“I'm fucking wrecked, and it feels slightly weird that your face is in my vagina, but I hear you. I'm glad you pulled your head out of your ass in time to bury it in mine, Adam.”

I groan, thinking I very much want to do that. Being with Adam has gotten me hooked on lapping up cum, so call me nasty but I'm going in.

I feel Adam's tongue twirl with mine as we begin to clean her, and even though I'm baffled by all the parts my lovely lady apparently possesses, I do my best to explore all of her until I begin to understand which parts are most sensitive and which ones end with her grabbing a fistful of my hair and shoving my face so hard against her I gain a new appreciation for regular breathing patterns.

It's really fucking messy and does taste like fresh rain, but mixed with the tart sweet taste of cherries and maybe honey that I'm assuming comes from Delaney. I'm godsdamned hooked and mentally signing up to clean her up the next time he smashes her. And I mean that absolutely figuratively.

Delaney has to actually push me and Adam away after she somehow rallies up the strength to come again on our tongues, working in tandem of course, but the problem arises then because it's so godsdamned hot taking her with Adam that I just need to ride his ass with a desperation that feels quite new. It's always been sweet and a little explosive between us, but this feels different.

He buries his face into Delaney's stomach as I pull down his jeans and start to prep him, whimpering against her skin as she pets his hair and watches aptly.

He's still somewhat stretched out from our earlier session, and after making sure he's not too sore to go again, I realize I'm still wearing my apron but decide to just go with it. I work a packet of lube out of the secret place in the couch I stashed them earlier and drench myself, then I take my man as he's bent over my woman.

Can't say this is a position I ever thought I’d find myself in, but when Delaney pulls me in for a cum stained kiss over Adam's body, I know that I've found my people.

Delaney continues to feather touches over both of us as she acts as our anchor, and I pump into Adam while silently vowing to take care of these precious hearts.

Maybe it's that I actually say that out loud that does it, but I find that as I arrive at my release in Adam's perfect body, and fuck one out of him in return as I rub against his prostate, and then my arm starts to burn like it's exposed to close range fire.

A third eye begins to appear on my forearm, a beautiful floral design with lush leaves and a smattering of muted neon colors behind them. I look up in time to see Delaney's next mate circle being filled in with the same design, and then the one after that as well with two large, multihued blue raindrops. Which of course also appears on Adam's forearm as a claiming ring begins to form on me, and I'm speechless.

She looks like she's seconds away from apologizing as she takes in all this information, but I stop her quickly. With my tongue of course. “Thank you.”

Adam is still slightly pulsing around me as I fall against his back, his arms wrapped aroundour mateas he sobs happy tears quietly, and then the beautiful moment is slightly shattered when the rest of the room sneaks its way back into focus.

But holy shit did that just happen?

Chapter Eleven

The Story of the Mashed Potatoes (part three)

Bubble gum was created on a cold day in hell.

That has absolutely nothing to do with this story, I just think it’s a fun fact you should know.

We were talking about my mission topside, correct?

Lucie wanted me to go and wrangle this guy’s soul. Lock it down. Frankly, Lucie was really impressed with the guy’s tenacity and wanted him to sign his soul over because it felt like the kind of thing you’d want on your team. Lucie wasn’t even slightly mad about this fool trying to cheat death, because he knew he had no hope of actually succeeding. It was funny to watch though.

So, I came topside and was exposed to all the atrocities that entails. But the mission dragged on. Every time I thought Iwas in a good position to get this guy’s soul, some freak bit of something would happen and I’d have to start all over again.

And so it goes, that after being topside as long as I was, I actually started to enjoy it. That is a confession that I’m ashamed to make, but not one I can hide any longer. Not after I get through my story, anyway.

I began to crave the rudeness of the human race and how often they would backstab each other. I began to love how quick they were to trash the land they had been gifted by the gods, and I specially came to love a certain vain man that I was constantly chasing after.

I introduced him to butt sex and I’m not sorry about it.

I had to go back to Hell every once in a while and check in with Lucie, because my old man never accepted that I was a fully grown demon capable of looking after myself. Did I mention Lucifer is my sperm donor? You probably don't care about stupid details like that.

But I can respect that he wanted me to check in. Nobody tortures like dear old dad.

Me and this mortal liked to play this game in the bedroom called shish kabob. I’m fairly certain you can work out some of the details yourself.

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