Page 101 of Vipers and Vendettas
He smiles at me. ‘I’ve been waiting so long for this,’ he whispers, taking hold of my legs and spreading them wide.
He lets down his glamor, and I feel the tip of his rapidly thickening dick rub my clit, and then he uses it to slap between my legs, making me shudder in anticipation. His touch has me writhing and begging him, but he keeps playing, not giving me what I need until Maddox is on the bed and pushing his cock into my face.
‘Open your mouth,’ he demands, and I do, drawing him past my lips.
His eyes roll skywards.
‘Beautiful, obedient little succubus,’ he groans as I whirl my tongue around him.
And that’s when Daemon finally enters me in one hard thrust. He’s so thick my hands fist the covers as I moan in pleasure and in pain around his length.
‘Take it,’ he snarls. ‘Take it like the good little slut I know you are.’
But he waits for my body to relax again before he starts to move, and when it does, his strokes are long and powerful, moving all the way out of me before he plunges back in and bottoming out. He grabs my hips, holding me tightly as he finally sets a pace that has me uttering noises in octaves I’ve never made before.
Maddox fucks my mouth with no mercy, ignoring my tears and the sound of my gagging. But I love it. And then, I begin to feel Daemon, a frail little thread that hums as he fucks me.
I feel their lust engulfing me, and I look for the glittering energy; it’s easy for me to find now that I know what to look for. I feel it filling me just as Maddox explodes down my throat. I swallow everything he gives me, sucking him hard as I scream my own release, and I lay back, my eyes fluttering as I moan.
Maddox kisses me hard, his tongue mingling with mine. ‘Good fucking girl,’ he whispers with a smile.
Daemon is still thrusting into me, and Maddox moves down my body, and his head descends between my legs. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue working over it, flicking it hard.
I come again with a stuttered cry, my pussy clamping down hard on Daemon as his body tenses and he roars his climax, spilling his seed deep into me.
He eases out of me a moment later, his movements gentle as he draws me up into his arms and lays me down with my head on the pillow. He and Maddox get into the bed with me, sandwiching me between them and warming me as I doze.
Daemon kisses my forehead. ‘Worth the wait,’ he whispers, and I smile a little, reveling in the fact that I can feel all six of my mates now.
My mates.
Some deep part of me relaxes at the thought as if something is crystalizing that was unable to do so before, and I feel content. It’s like everything from the day I met the clan has been leading up to this moment.
‘Is our little succubus happy and well-fed?’ Maddox murmurs.
I stretch a little at his words as I nod, my legs entwining with his as he rubs lazy circles on my back.
‘Good. Rest now.’
* * *
The next few days descend into a routine where I’m rarely, if ever, left alone. Someone is always with me. Whether that’s by Maddox’s design or if all six of my incubi are just sharing me well, I can’t work out, but I’mhappy. The bonds I feel with the clan get stronger, like growing vines around my heart, and for once, I’m not afraid that something is going to shatter them. For the first time, I'm not scared that I’m going to have to sneak away and leave them.
Theo pays a visit, looking me over and telling me that everything is fine. He says to keep doing what I’m doing because I’m a lot stronger and tactfully ignores my heated cheeks. He tells me he’s sorry that he didn’t realize immediately what I was when he saw that I was having a girl. He just assumed it wasn’t the clan’s but didn’t want to pry. When he leaves, I’m relieved that Jellybean is doing well, though I lament that most of my clothes are getting too small for me to wear over the bump.
The clan doesn’t seem to notice my lack of wearable outfits. They’re always taking me out of them anyway. They seek me out to talk to me or to feed me, and they find ever more imaginative ways to do the latter, leaving me well-sated but shocked sometimes by their sexcapades. The idea of a sex demon embarrassed by sex entertains Tabitha to no end.
I read in the library a lot, and most of the time, Maddox is at his desk, working. When he isn’t tapping away on his tablet, he likes to order me to strip in front of his desk. Then, he walks around me, inspecting my body, trailing his fingers down my growing tummy with unconcealed fascination.
I see him and Daemon reading the pregnancy books constantly, and although I find it highly amusing when they quietly sit together and discuss chapters like they’re in a chick lit book club together, I also love that they’re learning how to make sure Jellybean and I are safe.
Once, when he was alone, Maddox backed me into the nook, telling me that reading in it was only its secondary purpose. He enjoyed my shocked expression way too much, in my opinion, when he showed me the concealed metal rings in the woodwork and proceeded to tie me up inside it, knees bent and legs wide, to said rings. He fucked me hard enough for some of the books to come off the shelves that afternoon, and I loved every second of it.
We all watch movies together in the evenings, too, and, more often than not, I fall asleep between whomever I’m sitting with, ending up in my bed with one of them sleeping next to me, or in Iron’s room with him fingering me awake and not letting me go back to sleep until I’ve come on his hands and his cock.
Krase and Jayce keep instigating games of Hide and Seek, but it’s harder now that I have a scent. They can always find me no matter where I conceal myself, but if their enthusiastic taking of my body when they do is anything to go by, I don’t think they care that I’m not able to give them much of a challenge.
It’s been almost a week of none of us leaving the estate when I’m passing Jayce’s room and I see him go into his painting room through the doorway. I step inside, and I knock.
