Page 114 of Demons In My Head: Exposing the Exiled
Rhodes finally emerged from his corner, his presence adding another layer to the growing intensity in the room. "Then feel this," he said, capturing Palmer's lips in a bruising kiss.
The surge of power nearly knocked me over. I stumbled, actually felt the floor beneath my feet. Solid. Real.
"Holy shit," Felix breathed, watching me with wide eyes. "It’s really working."
Palmer reached for me again, and this time, when her fingers brushed my chest, they didn't pass through. The contact sent shockwaves through my newly forming body. I gasped at the sensation, touch, real touch, after so long without it.
"Don't stop," I pleaded, though I wasn't sure if I was talking to Palmer or my brothers or all of them.
They seemed to understand anyway. Hands and lips returned to Palmer's skin as the ritual circle flared brighter..
Palmer moaned as Misha's hand disappeared between her legs, and I felt it echo through my increasingly solid form. Soon, very soon, I would be able to touch her myself, whenever I wanted.
For now, though, I let my brothers work their magic, knowing each kiss brought me closer to reality. Closer to her. Closer to everything I had been denied for so long. The veil between worlds stretched thin as spider silk, ready to let me cross over completely. After centuries of watching from the shadows, of being trapped between life and death, I was finally coming home.
Once each of them had fully claimed her, I’d be back for good. I could already fucking feel it.
Misha’s hand moved gently but with intent, and when the first sounds of her wetness filled the room, every single one of our eyes flashed with purpose. There was no stopping us; the transformation into our true forms was as instantaneous as the way her perfect body responded to us. She glanced around eagerly at each one of us, with our glowing eyes, towering horns, expansive wings, and thick tails.
“Work that pussy on his hand,” Felix ordered, moving to stand in front of her, his own tattooed hand working his cock in the same rhythm Misha was setting.
Slowly, Palmer reached up and firmly grabbed one of Misha’s horns, then grabbed one of Felix’s, giving herself some leverage. She pulled Felix’s face down to hers and brushed her lips against his. “Feels so good,” she panted as she began working her hips.
“Good fucking girl,” Rhodes praised. Palmer gasped when he slid his tail along her thigh.
Ashland released a growl that sent a feral shiver down my spine. “So goddamn sexy. I’ll never get enough of this, I fucking swear it.”
"Need you,kukola," Misha growled against her ear, spinning her around. "Now." The giant demon lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist before sinking to the soft mattresses beneath them.
"Please, Misha," she moaned, her eyes desperate with desire.
I watched in awe as Palmer settled on top of Misha, her hands gripping his horns as he lined himself up. Both of their eyes rolled as she lowered herself on his cock, their connection sending ripples of energy through the ritual circle. Each wave of power made my form more substantial, but I forced myself to step back, giving them space for this sacred moment.
"Focus on him, darling," I encouraged softly, seeing how her eyes kept darting to check on my progress. "I'm not going anywhere."
Misha cradled her face in his hands, drawing her attention back to him. For someone so intimidating, he handled her with such tenderness that it made my chest ache. "Look at me,kukola," he whispered, and Palmer's eyes locked with his.
The energy in the room shifted, became more focused, more intense. This wasn't just about bringing me back; it was about forming the bonds that would tie us all together. Each of my brothers needed their moment with her, needed to forge that connection individually.
Misha's usually stoic expression had softened into something vulnerable and raw as he held Palmer's gaze.
"You're everything, you're mine," he told her, his voice rough with emotion. His grip on her hips tightened, and he guided the movements of her hips, almost to a punishing pace.
"That's it, Palmer, take him. You’re so beautiful when you’re full of our cocks," Ashland purred, sinking his fingers into her hair as he stroked himself.
Palmer and I moaned at the same time, the very heat of his words hitting like a bullet and somehow making the moment that much more intense. My eyes watched greedily as Ash’s tail slid down her back, as his grip on her hair tightened. She whimpered, and the responding groan from Misha had me curious about just how tight her pussy was gripping him. I’d never seen anything so fucking hot.
The magic surged stronger, and I gasped as another wave of sensation hit me. I could feel the cool stone beneath my feet, the brush of air against my skin. But more than that, I could feel their emotions, Misha's fierce protectiveness, Palmer's trust and desire.
Felix moved closer to me, his eyes studying my increasingly corporeal form. "It's working better than we hoped," he murmured. "The bond between them is feeding directly into your resurrection."
I nodded, unable to look away from the scene before us. Palmer arched against Misha, her hands now gripping his shoulders as they moved together. The ritual circle pulsed in time with their movements, ancient symbols flaring with golden light.
"By the gods," Talon breathed, watching the magic swirl around them. "Look at them."
Rhodes stepped up beside me, his presence steady and grounding. "She's magnificent," he said softly, and I heard centuries of regret and hope in those two words.
I reached out and, for the first time, managed to place a solid hand on his shoulder. He stiffened in surprise, then relaxed into the touch. "We all get a second chance," I told him. "That's what she's giving us."
