Page 33 of Dead & Dating
Vesper and Milo are still across from us on the couch, the orange and purple lights casting shadows over their demon forms. Vesper’s still knotting Milo, his black eyes glinting with satisfaction as Milo’s pumpkin head bobs, his carved mouth open in a low groan. The sight of them, all primal and tangled, makes my pussy clench. I whimper, my hands gripping Duske’s arms, desperate for relief.
Duske’s hands slide down my sides, as he pushes me to my feet. “Easy, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice a dark rumble that sends shivers through me. He drags down my shorts and panties in one smooth motion, the fabric pooling at my ankles, leavingme bare and dripping. His talons graze my skin, carefully teasing my flesh, dragging a moan from the back of my throat.
He frees his cock behind me before pulling me back onto his lap and guiding me down onto his length. I gasp as his cock stuffs me full, stretching me to the edge of pain and pleasure.
“Fuck, Duske,” I breathe, my head falling back against his shoulder as he starts fucking up into me, each thrust hitting spots that make me see stars. His hands grip my hips, controlling the pace, and I lose myself in it, my body rocking with his, slick making every movement smooth and filthy. Vesper and Milo watch, their gazes heavy with hunger, their need matching mine. Duske’s cock swells inside of me, neither of us needing much time, another orgasm barreling through me as he fills me so completely I can barely breathe. I collapse against his chest, Duske then reaching up to pull off my shirt, leaving me naked and exposed.
“I want to be in the nest,” I mumble, my voice thick with exhaustion, my lids already drooping.
He kisses my temple, his jagged teeth grazing my skin. “Just as soon as you come off my cock, we’ll get you upstairs, okay?” he promises. “You’re going to be thoroughly taken care of when we’re done.”
I smile lazily, my body heavy with pleasure, and glance at Milo as he comes off Vesper’s cock, his pumpkin head morphing back to human. He stalks toward me and leans in for a kiss, our lips moving together in a hot and desperate embrace. His forked tongue teases mine but it’s not enough.
I wrap my fingers around his cock, hard and slick with his own cum, and guide it to my mouth, eager to taste him. He fucks into my face, slow at first, then faster, his hands tangling in my hair. I let him take the lead, loving being used between the two of them until his hips stutter, his release just around the corner.
“Fuck, Esme,” he groans, his voice rough as he spills down my throat. I swallow every drop, my heat easing a fraction, the taste of him grounding me further.
I lean against Duske, my body thrumming with satisfaction, as Milo pulls away, his lips brushing my forehead. Duske’s cock softens inside of me, and then he lifts me into his arms against his chest. “Upstairs,” he murmurs, carrying me to the stairs, my cozy nest waiting in my room. Vesper and Milo follow, their presence a comforting weight behind us, a silent promise of more.
In my room, Duske lays me down in the nest of blankets and pillows, the soft fabrics I pulled together before completely enveloping me. I reach for Vesper, my hands shaking with anticipation, and he’s there in an instant, sliding over me, his red eyes darkening with desire. “You’re so fucking perfect, princess,” he whispers, his cock filling the space Duske left, pushing into me with a hunger that steals my breath.
He fucks me relentlessly, each thrust driving me deeper into the nest, my body arching to meet him. His talons graze my bare skin, just the right amount of stimulation driving me wild. Duske kneels beside me, his fingers gently smoothing my hair, his black eyes searching for any discomfort.
“I need more,” I gasp, my voice breaking as Vesper’s thrusts send waves of pleasure crashing through me.
Vesper chuckles, his cock thickening further inside me, stretching me out, as his tail flicks between us, the tip teasing my clit. It then moves around behind me, prodding my ass. “Like that?” he growls, his voice rough with desire.
“Yes,” I moan, my body arching as he moves to lie on his back, pulling me on top. I rock my hips forward, loving the dual sensation, his tail relentless against my ass, sending sparks of pleasure through me. Milo moves behind me, his hands spreading my cheeks, using my own slick to coat his fingers andtail. He teases my ass right alongside Vesper’s tail, Milo’s easing in first, both of them stretching me out.
I whimper, the sensation overwhelming, before the tip of their tails leaves me and Milo’s cock spears into me, his length filling my ass, a howl of pleasure tearing from my throat. My lips part on a gasp as I look up, searching for Duske, Death himself offering his cock to me. I gladly part my lips wider, his hands gently feeding into my hair as I close my mouth around him, my tongue swirling around his swollen length. The three of them move together, Vesper’s cock in my pussy, Milo’s in my ass, Duske’s in my mouth, and I’m lost, my body a live wire of sensation.
I come hard, covered in sweat and cum, my scream muffled around Duske’s cock as they all explode with me, their groans and roars filling the room.
“Oh my god, this feels amazing,” I gasp, pulling off Duske’s cock, my body trembling with aftershocks.
Duske grins, his jagged teeth flashing as those dark eyes meet mine. “And, we just started, dove.”
Chapter 21
Esme
I wake up slowly, wrapped in a soft blanket and pressed up against Milo's chest. His sandalwood scent surrounds me like a cocoon, grounding me in the present moment. I can hear the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear, a rhythmic thump that's oddly soothing. For a moment, I just lie there, content to exist in this space between sleep and waking, not quite ready to face whatever reality awaits.
I feel movement behind Milo, the subtle shift of weight on the mattress, and I lift my head slightly to see Vesper gently kissing Milo's ear. His lips brush against the sensitive skin with such tenderness that it makes my chest ache. Vesper curls up behind Milo, his arm draping over both of us, creating a protective barrier, and I feel safe, cocooned between them like nothing in the world could touch me here.
Then I feel Duske behind me, pulling me closer, the possessive bastard enveloping me against his chest rather than Milo’s. I frown, my mind still foggy with sleep, as something doesn't feelquite right. They’re human again and we’re all in the bed. "Why aren't we in my nest?"
I sit up a little, pushing myself up on my elbow, and look around the room with growing confusion. The nest I built in the corner of the room is still there, but it's a complete mess. Pillows and blankets are scattered everywhere, some hanging off the bed at odd angles, others crumpled in heaps on the floor. Everything is damp with sweat and other things I don't want to think too hard about. The sheets are stained, the fabric clinging to the mattress in wet patches, and I can see the evidence of my heat everywhere—the destruction, the chaos, the physical proof of what happened.
My cheeks flush hot with embarrassment, and I quickly lie back down, burying my face in Milo's chest to hide. "I don't remember a lot of it," I mumble, my voice muffled against his skin. "What time is it? Why did my heat feel so short?"
Duske's hand slides up my side, the rumbling sound in his chest soothing my panic. "It's been about twelve hours, and I'm sure the stress of everything that has happened cut it short. You were absolutely gorgeous and pliant and wonderful."
I frown, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder, processing this information. "That just means my next heat will be even closer. Gross."
Milo shifts beside me, his hand coming up to play with my hair, running his fingers through the tangled strands. "You kept asking us to make you ours."
I blink, trying to pull up the memories from the fog in my mind. They're hazy and fragmented, like trying to remember a dream that's already slipping away. I vaguely remember begging, pleading, needing them to claim me in every way possible. But the details are fuzzy, slipping through my fingers like water, the harder I try to grasp them.
