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He seems uncertain as I lift up to grab his throbbing erection. “Are you sure?”
“I’m more than sure,” I breathe, brushing his head against my dripping center. “I’m eager.”
I thrust him into me, and all three of us groan together, the tightness of our coupling impacting everyone. It feels so good despite the stretch, and I sigh as I start to roll my hips.
The guys both let me take the lead with this being so new to me–and I have a feeling the way my body is clenching has already pushed them close to the edge. As I stretch around them, they start to help, slamming up into me in unison until I’m screaming, another violent orgasm sweeping through me and claiming them at the same time.
And I take their release, every drop because my body is hungry for them, greedy. I want everything they have.
Because these demons are mine.
19
Tolmond
Piper is too observant for her own good, and at her insistence, we’ve begun honing her skills in chaos magic in earnest. A part of me is still reticent about pushing her too hard, but she’s far more persistent and enthusiastic in her studies now than I’d ever anticipated.
I side step the arrow she conjured from nothing, barely escaping its sharp point as I extend my arm, shooting a flurry of magical sparks toward her. The sparks lock on to their target, zipping toward her like an angry swarm of vespids.
Piper throws her hands in front of her, clearly trying to summon a shield like we practiced. Rather than a shield of chaos magic forming in front of her, however, a wall of fire appears, swallowing the swarm whole before they can reach her.
She grins at me through the dancing blue flames, pride and something a little smug showing through her features, and it’s an effort not to laugh. Despite my fears surrounding her mastery of chaos, I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of anyone in my life.
I douse her flames in a tidal wave, straightening out of my defensive position to signal to her that our sparring match is over. Piper does the same, shaking the soreness out of her limbs as she jogs to meet me in the middle of the make-shift arena we’ve created behind my tower.
“You really thought you had me with those sparks, huh?” she asks, a mischievous sparkle in her eye as she wraps her arms around my waist, grinning up at me.
“Youthought I had you too, lest you forget.” I grin back at her, wiping the beaded sweat from her brow as my other arm twines over her shoulders. She giggles as I press a kiss to the top of her head.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to my magic having a mind of its own,” Piper says as she pulls away, twiddling her fingers in wonder as she looks at them. “I was trying to summon a shield, but I guess it had other ideas. Will I ever be able to fully control it?”
“Yes and no,” I tell her as we begin walking back to the tower. “You’ll have to learn to be incredibly specific if you want to be able to predictably conjure whatever is in your mind, but truthfully, I find the specificity to be a waste of energy.
“One of the most important components of chaos magic is learning to be adaptable. You wanted to summon a shield, and your chaos magic filled in the blanks, offering a shield that would be effective against the perceived threat, even if it wasn’t the exact version of a shield you had in mind.
“Trying to be extremely specific every time you use your magic is possible, but in a life or death scenario, it will only slow you down. Trust yourself, trust your magic, and learn to ride the waves. It is chaos, after all- anything too predictable would take the fun out of it,” I say with a wink, bumping my shoulder against hers playfully. Piper smiles, bumping me back before wrinkling her nose at me.
“You need a bath after that session,” she tells me with mock disgust.
I laugh, rolling my eyes. “That makes two of us, then,” I quip back. Piper’s smile turns mischievous as she steps in front of me, craning her head back to look me in the eyes as she places her hand suggestively close to the band of my trousers.
“I guess we should just bathe together, then,” she says, batting her eyes at me. “You know, to save water and all that.”
Hot desire rolls through me as I look down at her, but before I can respond, a zonak appears at the edge of my vision.
“What?” I snap at the demon, annoyed at being interrupted at such an inopportune time. The zonak flinches at my tone, his eyes falling to the ground as he bows quickly.
“King Asmodeus requests your presence this evening,” The zonak squeaks. The zonak may as well have poured a bucket of ice water over the top of my head, my spine going ramrod-straight at the mention of the Hooded One.
“Did he provide you any details?” I ask sharply, all too aware of Piper looking between the two of us.
“O-only that you are to arrive at sundown with Eth’tak and your… the human girl,” the zonak says, his eyes darting to Piper before he remembers himself and looks back to the ground.
I dismiss him with a curt nod, turning away from him and placing my hand on the small of Piper’s back to guide her back toward the tower. I force myself to breathe, to keep my posture relaxed, as Piper turns a piercing look at me.
“What was that about? Why are we all being summoned by the King?” she asks as she eyes me skeptically.
“He’s likely just checking in on your progress,” I tell her, keeping my tone even and casual. “It’s nothing to worry about.”