"It's happened to Sebastian, too. In college," Trent helpfully supplied.
Sebastian looked over at the sound of his
name. "Duckie, don't--"
"The first time he saw a naked
woman."
Sebastian flushed crimson as they both
automatically glanced at Rebecca, but Sebastian quickly returned his attention
to the gorgeous vampire he was riding. He leaned down and rested his burning
face on Xander's strong, icy chest. The sensation elicited a soft sigh of
pleasure, comfort, and affection, and he couldn't help but nuzzle Xander and
leave soft, sweet kisses on his skin.
Helena was surprised. "Really? He had
that reaction to a woman? To her?"
Sebastian frowned over at Helena.
"Yes. I did. The same reaction Fausie has to my husband. Now can you
please drop it?"
As if sensing what was about to happen,
Nathaniel, who had gained better control over his thrall by now, flared up beet
red and touched Freya's leg. He picked up the Bombex toy and held it up with a
smirk, then licked it clean and turned it back on, parting her lips and
nestling it just-so between them. He held it upside-down, but it did its job
just fine as he began licking her, the lustful haze around him spreading out a
few inches from his body.
Faustus bristled at the nickname. "Do
NOT call me that, slut," he snapped. The red haze around him lowered his
inhibitions to practically nothing, and he started to aim a curse at Sebastian.
That was a mistake. Trent was still within
arm's reach, and he oh-so-casually plunged the switchblade into Faustus's body.
Faustus's eyes widened as he fell to the ground, and in a second, Trent's body
had flared that burgundy aura.
Trent's eyes glowed a bright, unnatural
shade of green as he knelt, pulled the knife out and licked it. He had avoided
Faustus's vital organs; killing, he found, was not nearly as much fun as
torture. He used the blood pouring from the wound to lubricate himself, then
plunged deep into Faustus, eliciting a cry of mixed joy and agony.
A smirk twitched at the corner of Lucifer's
mouth. Yes, this was more along the lines of what he had had in mind for the
day. No inhibitions, just pure instinct, pure desire.
Trent used Faustus's body mercilessly, in
clear contrast to the gentle love-making of Xander and Sebastian in the same
room, and the loving domination of Nathaniel by George. Trent's merciless
thrusting caused Faustus to writhe, heart beating faster, blood pouring out of
his wound, which Trent lapped up and suckled. Despite the blood loss and pain,
Faustus was clearly enjoying himself, enjoying being used and tortured by
Trent. He was a moaning, howling mess, and he loved every second of it.
Lucifer knelt and held Faustus's arms down
so he couldn't struggle too much or try to curse Trent. His eyes flamed that
fiery orange-red, and, making sure he had Faustus's attention, he gently
nuzzled Trent's head out of the way and gave Faustus's chest wound a long lick.
Then he casually stripped and covered Faustus's eyes with his tie. Blindfolded,
Faustus didn't see Lucifer shift into his devil form, but he did feel that
long, unnaturally hot tongue poke into his wound, in and out and in again, and
he screamed, cock throbbing, pumping out droplets of precum.
"Who's the slut now?" Trent whispered
in Faustus's ear.
"S-Sebastian," Faustus insisted
stubbornly. Trent gave a little chuckle, then ran his thumb over the tip of
Faustus's weeping cock and slipped the precum-slicked digit into the warlock's
mouth.
"This says differently," Trent
murmured, then, at his regular speaking volume, "You're being used by two
men at the same time, in front of your wife, and you're loving every second of
it. Shamelessly moaning the name of yet another man."
"That's not-- you've enthralled me--
you tricked me--"
"Lucifer enthralled you," Trent
said flatly. In response to his name, Lucifer paused rhythmically
tongue-fucking the wound just long enough to swirl his tongue in and around it
instead, making Faustus scream louder.
"Yes! Please! Oh yes, do that
again!"
Lucifer obliged, then bit around the wound
savagely and resumed tongue-fucking it, as Trent aimed for Faustus's prostate
in earnest.
Faustus's entire body arched and quivered
as he chased his orgasm, moving his hips to grind back on Trent, who reached
down and squeezed his balls savagely, grasping and releasing in time with his
thrusts. Faustus dug his nails into Lucifer's elbows as he came, screaming
louder until Trent covered his mouth and nose with a large, strong hand.
"I'm tired of hearing you," Trent
said, his voice uncharacteristically detached and cold. "Filthy creature.
You disgust me." He spat on Faustus contemptuously as he continued to
thrust, suffocating him thoroughly with his hand.
Part of Faustus knew he should be
panicking. He'd lost a lot of blood, his climax had taken immense energy, and
Trent was smothering him. He was close to dying. But even if he wanted to
struggle, he couldn't. Lucifer was here, holding his arms, licking him clean.
It was agonizing, it was exquisite, it was, in a way, better than he could have
imagined sex involving Lucifer would be. Faustus decided to relax and give into
oblivion. It would be interesting to see whose Hell he wound up in.
Feeling Faustus's body go limp and assuming
he had blacked out, Trent pulled his hand away. Lucifer moved his head and
untied the blindfold as Trent pulled out and aimed his release directly into
the wound.
Faustus felt the salty, searing agony, but
he could no longer scream. He forced his body to relax, his eyes to stay
closed, until Trent was away and in the shower.
Lucifer, slowly and with relish, licked
Faustus's body clean, his unnaturally warm tongue running hot, almost burning,
tracks across Faustus's sensitized skin. Feeling and-- Faustus's eyes fluttered
open-- seeing his friend licking up his and Trent's cum, especially when he
sucked it out of the knife wound, would have aroused Faustus again if he'd had
the energy. His cock did stir slightly when Lucifer licked the tip, teasingly,
to get the last of the fluid off him, but he didn't even have the energy to ask
for more. He just watched Lucifer torment him with that wonderful hot tongue,
cleaning off his limpened member, his balls, and the creases where his thighs
met his groin. His devil form truly was beautiful.
Just as he was thinking that, Lucifer
shifted back to his angelic form and healed Faustus. Faustus smiled his thanks,
closing his eyes peacefully as Lucifer lifted him and brought him to the
recliner next to where Nate was still devouring Freya. He felt himself be
lowered down, the switch for the recliner triggered, allowing him to lay back
and sleep.
/ Nov 16, 2021 12:26:20pm
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