Double the fun
Two (2) demon ocs x bottom male reader
Definitely like any normal person, you decided to summon company for the night. It may have worked too well.
Monsterfucking. Double penetration in one hole. Blowjobs, handjobs. Fingering. Ass eating. A few smacks, hair pulling, biting. Orgasm denial. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Spit as lube. Rough manhandling. Praise and a bit of degradation if you squint. Reader's not all there at the end yet he still yearns for more. Not sure if it really counts as temperature play but I'm putting it here anyway. Reader's referred to as "boy" and "kid"--reader is of age, the demons are just ancient.
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To say you’re lonely was…an understatement at the least.
You’re at your wit’s end.
Dating sucks. People suck. In this day and age, nothing is easy anymore.
So what do you do?
Like any normal single man desperate for someone to just get you–mentally and physically–you decided to summon yourself a boyfriend.
…
Yes. Summon.
How is this easier than going outside and just talking to people? It isn’t, but you’re too exhausted to fruitlessly go out every other night. And it’s getting expensive. You don’t have the funds for that.
What you do have funds for, is a few cheap ass candles, maybe some food ingredients, and the internet.
You obviously didn’t think it’ll work, but–what if it did? At worst, you’ll definitely be embarrassed, but at best?
You’ll get a fucking eldritch boyfriend.
The pros definitely outweigh the cons in your opinion.
So you got to work.
Following that document you found online to the tee, you busied yourself on the floor of your living room, moving furniture and cleaning up slightly just to give yourself some room. You've already got all the “ingredients” listed in the file–you've taken a look at it this morning when you went grocery shopping. Those low-quality candles are easy to find, same with salt and chalk.
The weirdest thing you had to search for was blood–of course, you're not going to use human blood, even though the file you found claimed that would be the best catalyst for the summoning. You found the next best thing, you guess. It was a bit of a drive, but you managed to find a butcher. The look the old lady gave you when you asked for whatever blood they had left over will haunt your dreams. Even thinking about it now, you feel yourself burning up.
It’ll be worth it, you thought. Hopefully.
It took you a while, especially since arts of any kind were never your strong suit, but the summoning circle looked…good enough.
You have chalk all over your hands and pants, and you sneezed one too many times, blowing out a few of the candles you had sitting on the floor. You’ll have to clean that wax off the floor.
Looking at the squiggly chalk and salt lines on the floor, you could only sigh as you grabbed the surprisingly decently sized bottle of…whatever animal's blood. Giving the online document one last look-over, you braced yourself for a mess before you started slowly pouring the blood into the center of the circle.
…
Of fucking course it didn't work. What were you even thinking??
Staring at the mess of chalk, salt, wax, and blood on your living room floor, you could only bury your face in your hands.
… OK.
Fucking gather yourself. You have a shitload of messes to clean up. Don't even get started on the stain that blood will leave on your wooden floors.
Moving your hands away, you stared at the failure of whatever delusion you brought upon yourself before finally moving your legs to bring you to your mop.
You only took one step before a giant burst of flames almost engulfed your stature.
Cowering in fear, you watched as the flames continued to burn brighter and more intense, singeing your ceiling.
You ran, scrambling to the kitchen to grab whatever water you can to put this fire out. The smoke alarm became your backing track in this mess.
Again. You didn't get far.
Managing to duck behind your kitchen counter, what almost felt like a flash bomb stopped you in your tracks. You curled up into a ball on the floor–you're not taking any chances.
Within what seemed like seconds, the heat disappeared. Not even a gradual dissipation–fully disappeared. You no longer smell smoke and no longer hear the sound of crackling embers.
What the fuck?
Thoroughly confused, you peeked out from behind the kitchen counter. The fire was definitely real–you can still see the scorch marks on your floor and ceiling. The candles are now all little white puddles of wax, but..nothing was damaged?
You stood up, brows furrowed, and slowly made your way closer to where the summoning circle once was in hopes to examine the aftermath.
You stood by the now black squiggly lines on your floor, and all you could do was stare.
Again. What the fuck?
Was it just a freak accident??
Or… Did it work??
With the slightest slimmer of hope, your eyes scanned your living room. You didn’t see anything.
Nothing seemed to be hiding behind your furniture–they had been pushed out of the way, piled against your walls. Unless whatever entity you supposedly summoned is the size of a cat, you accepted that you've failed.
Honestly, you've already mentally prepared yourself for an outcome like this. At least that fucking fire didn't cremate you alive.
You're about to grab.. fucking whatever. At this point, you don't even care anymore. You don't even know where to begin with this mess, so why not grab whatever’s closest. There's a roll of paper towels somewhere on your counter.
Spinning around, you bumped into…something? You slammed face first into whatever was behind you, so you didn't get to see what you ran into. There shouldn't be anything behind you–the counter was still a few steps away.
Whatever you bumped into was also too damn hot. Like physically feverishly hot.
You stumbled back, and whatever it was didn’t give you a chance to react properly.
A giant, clawed hand grabbed the lower half of your face and essentially swung you to its side–your hands flew to grab onto its arm as you were dragged. It was suffocatingly hot–not burning, but you're not fucking gonna stay there until it does.
“So you're the dumbass that couldn't even draw a circle right?”
You could hear the bass of its voice rumble in your core. It was only then you decided to take a good look at whatever has you in its grasp and my fucking god.
A beast of a figure towered over you–skin and horns a deep, intense red akin to the blood you spilled peeked from under wild, barely kept hair. Intense golden irises surrounded by void-like black sclera watched as your eyes trailed over the hair decorating the arms, broad fucking chest, and downwards. With your face in its–his?--claws, you couldn't look further downstairs even if you desperately wanted to, but you caught the glimpse of a long black tail that almost blended into the fur of his legs.
My fucking god.
You heard his throaty scoff from above you, sending your eyes flying back to his face.
“You done starin’ or did I just scare that brain of yours to shit?”
You barely paid attention to what he said–he has fucking tusks. The gears in your brain were turning a million miles a minute just to comprehend what was going on.
This was fucking real.
You only vaguely registered the slight slur of his speech as a result of those pearly whites until your attention was snatched right away once again.
“Aww, what do we have here?”
Both you and the beast in front of you (you, less so) turned to face the new figure that decided to appear in your mess of a living room.
You thanked whatever witchcraft brought you here, because how else would you have two fucking hot beings in your home?
The new figure was a stark contrast to the one in front of you–almost elf-like in beauty. Thinner, and more lean, but somehow taller than the beast whose claws were around you. With long, flowing hair, four limbs fading to an almost white marble-like texture, and a literal faint glow around them, you would almost consider this being an angel.
The pure mocking tone, claws, and piercing red eyes suggest otherwise.
“Why the fuck are you here?” The figure in front of you growled at the new presence in the living room. “I got here first, piss off.”
Since you can't really do anything but watch–watch you did. Your eyes flicked back to the being who had you in his grasp. Seems like they knew each other?
Not like the beast gave you any time to think–he pulled you closer to his side, away from the recipient of his glares. Still, by the face of course. You're probably bruising at this point. His grip has not faltered.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What have I told you about manners, Ya’otzin?”
“Manners? You’re fucking talkin’--you think I give a shit? Where are your manners when you leech off of my souls, huh Zaessiel?”
You don’t know how you got yourself in this situation. You can feel the venom between the two–guess you did get what you wanted. Eldritch company. What a rollercoaster of a day.
You’re not complaining though.
“Now, my friend, pardon my foul-mouthed… acquaintance. Here–”
Zaessiel’s soft, disingenuous apologies sent a shiver down your spine. You watched as he outstretched him arms and in a blink of an eye, you were no longer in the claws of Ya’otzin. You felt your head spin slightly as you felt a body pressed against your back, arms snaking around you. He was cold.
“Look at you, Ya’otzin, hurting this poor boy. They won’t want to make any deals if you’re always roughing them up like this.”
Once again contrasting the angered rumbles of Ya’otzin you can feel in your chest, Zaessiel’s voice felt like a hypnotic winter breeze–chilling you to the bone. He doesn’t seem fazed at all by the angered barrage in tongues from his…companion? Rival? You don't know.
Instead, Zaessiel’s nonchalant stroking of your cheek with his own claws indicate an amused indifference to the scene in front of him.
Seems like the fiery demon doesn't have much of a choice–physically at least. Apart from verbal fire and clawed feet scratching up your floors as he paced, he didn't once try to physically attack anything. Even then, you could barely understand any insults thrown, as it doesn't seem like any human language at all.
Then again, your mind has not been focusing on anything important anyway–Zaessiel’s arms tightening around you as he traced the bruises Ya'otzin left on your face is making you feel a certain way. More or less, it's just a night of sensory overload.
Once you felt Zaessiel’s head resting on top of yours, it seemed like Ya’otzin had enough. Still obviously irritated, his eyes flicked towards yours. You heard him scoff, stopping Zaessiel’s caressing of your face.
“Fucking whatever then. Try and take him, leech. I’ve seen the looks he’s givin’ me. We both know the only reason you try to steal my deals is because you're fucking shit at knowing what people want. There’s only so much your empty words can do if what the kid likes is to be bruised.”
Heat crept across your skin, embarrassed that you’re this shit at hiding your attraction. You felt Zaessiel hold you closer, his chill almost overwhelming. You're starting to shiver.
“Nonsense. There won’t be a soul to enjoy if you destroy it, brute.”
With a humph from Zaessiel, the scenery around you changed again, leaving your head spinning once more. This time, he trapped you against Ya’otzin. And him.
“But you can't blame me. It's not ‘stealing’ if I'm just the better candidate. Either way–neither of us can force a deal out of the boy. So…”
With long, nimble fingers against your chest, Zaessiel pushed your back up against Ya’otzin–both towering over you. You felt large, clawed hands on your hips while freezing fingers lifted your chin.
Your breath caught in your throat.
“The choice is yours, my dear.”
“Choice–as if he wants a fucking hollow icicle.”
The two bickered away, almost as if you weren’t even there. Every so often, either of their hands on you would tighten and pull you closer towards them like they’re fighting over a toy. But honestly? Being their toy doesn’t sound bad. At all.
“Can…I make a deal with you both?”
Your voice stopped them both in their tracks, obviously not expecting an “all of the above” choice. The silence seemed to creep on forever as the two exchanged glances above you.
“Damn, who knew you were this greedy?” Ya’otzin growled in your ear, his hot breath arousing you more than you’d like to admit.
“Greedy, but a nice change of pace, isn’t it?”
Nevertheless, both figures grabbed onto your hands–Ya’otzin took your right, Zaessiel took your left. As if they’re in sync, they unfurled your fingers to expose your palms. As you watched in silent confusion, they both started tracing something onto your palms with their claws.
Immediately, you felt the pain.
One palm felt like there were a million piercing needles following Zaessiel’s claw, the sting making you tear up. The other felt like the skin would melt off of your palm–like a red hot iron branding you. You couldn’t even hide away from the new marks you bear, each wrist clasped tightly by both demons.
You choked out a sob, but thankfully, the “claiming” ended soon enough.
“You did so well, dear.” There was no real emotion behind Zaessiel’s words, yet he still bent down to kiss your tears away. You flinched at the cold, but the act did its job well enough to distract you from the pain.
At the same time, you felt a hot tongue drag its way up your throat–you had to bite back a moan. Ya’otzin’s large hand traveled from your hips and wrapped itself around your thigh, engulfing it completely.
“Fucking finally. There's only so much the starved can endure.”
His large hand moved your leg out of the way as Zaessiel hummed in agreement, grinding his thigh up against the tent forming in your pants.
You had to bite your lip to keep noises in and lean against Ya’otzin to steady yourself, but that was in vain as again, your head spun and you found yourself splayed across your bed. Lightheaded from teleporting (?) so often, you only managed to prop yourself up on your elbows before your vision was overtaken by a sea of red.
You watched as Ya’otzin crawled onto your bed from the end by your feet, causing the bed to dip immensely, but you didn’t care if he fucking crushed your bed at this point.
Fuck. The look he gave you as he pulled you towards him with a quick yank on your leg clouded your brain. You could feel the heat of his body over yours like a walking heater. You also noticed something glistening by the dark furs between his thick legs.
Holy shit.
Zaessiel didn’t want to be forgotten in this whole tango, no. After being pulled towards Ya’otzin, Zaessiel slipped behind you, pressing your back against his chest. Immediately, he gripped your chin again and tilted your head up to face him, and kissed you.
Whatever his kiss is doing to you–you could feel your mind fog up. Your eyes rolled as you breathed him in, feeling his tongue prod against your lips. Slowly, gently. Too gentle for your liking, but it's leaving you wanting, chasing more.
You shivered, both from his cold tongue on your lips as well as his free hand traveling beneath your shirt, sharp claws tracing over your skin before tearing clothing off your body with ease. He took advantage of your gasp of surprise and slid his tongue into the cavern of your mouth, ice cold against your warmth as he tasted you. His teeth were also sharper than you expected.
You could feel him grin as you moaned.
As if in a silent competition, Ya'otzin followed suit. He dragged his large claws over your clothed legs before ripping your pants apart, leaving just your now too-restrictive underwear. You barely felt the chill of your bedroom air on your legs before his weight pressed both you and Zaessiel deeper into the mattress. With the new weight pressing you closer, you could feel a bit of something press harder against your back.
You whined when your kiss was broken by a hungry demon latching onto your throat.
“Aren't you aware it's not nice to interrupt those who are obviously enjoying themselves?”
Zaessiel's voice dripped with venom as he grabbed the horns of the other and yanked him off you, followed by Ya’otzin's angered growl. You could feel the bass of it vibrate through your bones.
“Says the cunt who keeps hoggin’ him. He's both of ours whether you fucking like it or not.”
To emphasize his words, Ya'otzin aggressively grabbed your face, and stuck his own tongue down your throat. Compared to Zaessiel's, Ya'otzin's tongue was longer, thicker, and suffocatingly hot.
You barely registered Zaessiel's hum of disapproval before he harshly grinded his palm against your ever-growing erection. The noise drawn out by the cold grasp on the tent in your briefs made you choke on the tongue that had you slackjawed.
Despite your sputtering, neither party reduced their speeds.
Seeing he can't really do much with the weight of both you and a beast pinning him into the mattress, he opted to play with your clothed cock to his heart's content. Slowly. You couldn't even move your hips to chase more either.
Ya’otzin seemed to get bored of your mouth, moving onto sucking and chewing on any exposed skin like you're a chew-toy. His tusks and teeth were sharp–the demon definitely didn't seem to care. As far as you can tell, he's not drawing blood, but it hurt so damn good.
All you could do is whine and plead as you're sandwiched between the two. A scream tore from your throat as Zaessiel finally slipped his hand under your boxers and started jerking your dick directly. He set an agonizingly slow pace, alternating between squeezing your base and tip to dragging his sharp claws along your length.
God fucking damn.
At the same time, Ya’otzin's maw found its way onto your nipples, teasing them between dangerous teeth. His clawed hands clamped onto your hip and legs, digging into your skin as he held you down, devouring you as he pleased.
Everything was just too much. With one hand clasped around an icy wrist and the other around rough horns, you could only hold on for the ride.
You felt yourself leaking more and more, getting closer and closer to snapping. Your moans and cries were getting louder by the minute as you pleaded for either of them to bring you over the edge.
And of course, it doesn't happen.
With a glare, the beast yanked the cold hand off of you, gripping your hips with possessiveness with his face dangerously close to your twitching cock. You felt Zaessiel’s chill intensify.
“Now what is the point of all this?” Zaessiel spat. He was ignored.
“What the fuuuuuck–I was so close-” you whined. Your hand around Ya'otzin’s horn strengthened its grip as you lifted his face up from your abdomen to face you, almost regretting being faced with the angered glare of the demon. A bit ashamed, you felt yourself twitch.
“Don't get ahead of yourself, boy. Don't think you can just do whatever the fuck you want. And you–”
You watched as he harshly jabbed a finger into the chest of the demon behind you. You could only imagine the daggers he glared at his opposition.
“Fucking cunt–only know how to end the night faster by making them cum over and over. You will not take that from me again.”
Punctuating his words, Ya’otzin sat back on his heels, his clawed feet tearing into your bedsheets, before roughly grabbing you and flipping you over. You only caught a glimpse before your world spun, but god damn.
Ya’otzin's cock was like the rest of him–big. The thick shaft stood tall and you saw ridges. You almost choked on your saliva.
Now facing Zaessiel, you were met with another incredible view.
His cock was no less impressive–not as girthy but long, veiny, and incredibly wet, emerging from what seemed like a slit leaking with some sort of clear fluid. Subconsciously, your tongue darted out to wet your lips–you wanted to taste it.
A harsh slap on your ass ripped you from your thoughts. You yelped, but the pain stung deliciously on your skin. Ya’otzin's claws were on your hips again, this time manhandling you onto all fours with Zaessiel’s dick pressing right up against your cheek. You felt a rough tail grip the base of your cock as Ya'otzin dragged his length between your cheeks, mind numbingly hot against your skin.
“Again–there won't be a soul left to enjoy if you keep brutalizing them. It's not like the kid will crumble after coming once.”
Zaessiel’s cold words were directed to Ya'otzin, but you had a feeling he was making fun of you too. Not too sure what, but you're not complaining.
“Unlike you, I actually enjoy the process of feeding.”
Ya’otzin scoffed before hitting you once again, then switching gears to circle a clawed finger around your hole. You shuddered.
Meanwhile, Zaessiel ignored his companion's words and lifted your face again, insincerely cooing praises at you while he traced his claws along your jaw and over your lips. He stuck a thumb in your mouth and you instinctively circled your tongue around it and sucked. His content hums made your head swim.
“Good boy. Now, how about you entertain something else.”
His praise went straight to your dick, feeling it twitch against the tail wrapped around your base like a cock ring. His thumb pulled out with a pop and a string of saliva, but it was quickly replaced with his own cold length tapping against your lips.
You needed no convincing to get to work.
A hand reached up to grab the base as your tongue swirled around his blunt tip like candy. Taking as much as you could in your mouth, your hand jerked whatever couldn't fit. Like how he’s been with you, you took your time–tracing your tongue over every vein you could feel. His soft moans only encouraged your efforts.
Despite seemingly enjoying torturing you, Zaessiel was surprisingly impatient when it came to his own pleasure. As you slowly sucked him off, his claws crept their way along your scalp before he grabbed harshly onto your hair. The vibrations from your yelp around his cock resulted in a drawn-out groan from him, but he didn't give you time to savor it as he fucked up into your mouth.
He was not nice.
You could feel him hit the back of your throat over and over. Tears threatened to spill as you gagged and choked on his cock. Drool soaked your chin and dripped down his length, mixing with his own slick that's now pooling on your bedsheets.
It doesn't matter though. You liked being used.
Wanting to hear him moan louder, you managed to trace your fingers along his slit. The hand in your hair tightened and you felt him falter. Using that as an opportunity, you shoved your finger in.
Zaessiel bucked his hips hard, claws digging into your scalp as he held you inhumanely closer, dick sheathed entirely down your throat. You could barely see through your tears but you redoubled your efforts, adding more fingers, stretching his walls further. A perverted sense of pride blossomed as you felt his insides convulse around your fingers, numbed from the cold.
If you continue to finger him open, you don't doubt that your fingers will fall off. It'll be worth it.
Ya'otzin wasn't just sitting around watching your face get fucked, no. While you busied your mouth and fingers, he busied his.
With your face buried into Zaessiel’s pelvis, you shuddered as you felt Ya'otzin's thick, ridged cock grind against your hole. You tried to press yourself against him further, but he held you in place. All you could muster was a whine.
For a split second, you feared that he'll just spear into you unprepped–instead, the mattress shifted as he dipped.
The heat of his cock disappeared from behind you but was promptly replaced by a thick glob of–what you can only assume–spit. You groaned around Zaessiel’s dick in your mouth as you felt the saliva drip between your cheeks and down your thighs. Large, rough hands grabbed onto your ass and spread it.
You felt incredibly vulnerable.
The moment Ya'otzin's hot tongue licked a stripe over your hole, Zaessiel gripped your hair once again and yanked you off of him, much to your dismay.
You coughed and sputtered, throat raw from the near-constant abuse from the icy demon in front of you. Eyes bleary with drool dripping down your chin, you could only muster broken moans as Ya'otzin's tongue pushed past your ring of muscle.
Neither demons gave you any time to rest.
Harshly gripping your thighs and devouring you with fervor, Ya'otzin's tail tightened rhythmically around your leaking cock as you cried out in pleasure between Zaessiel’s legs. If not for the claws digging into your skin, you would've crumbled.
Zaessiel still wasn't done with you though. Ripping you off his cock, his own fingers joined yours inside his slit, opening himself up further right under your nose. Lifting your chin again, he took the opportunity of your lips parting from your moans to stick those fingers down your mouth, making you lick them clean.
Staring up at him, you could see his eyes, half-lidded and staring intently at you, making you shudder. With your foggy brain, you wanted to do well. Do better.
Ya’otzin's tongue down your ass and claws roughly jerking you off made it so much harder though.
You could tell he was deliberately avoiding your prostate, and with his tail still clamped at the base of your cock, he was en route to torture you as long as he physically could. Your whole body trembled from his touches, screaming out with a raw voice when you felt him stick a thick finger inside you, exploring your walls.
Zaessiel watched the scene unfold, his own core throbbing as you moaned around his fingers. Pulling them out of you, he laced his fingers through your head again, this time guiding your face right up against his slit.
Back to work you go. Happily.
You buried your face against him again, licking up the slick and dipping your fingers in and out of him while you groaned from Ya’otzin's advances. Even when another finger was added, Zaessiel didn’t give you time to get used to it, pushing your face closer. You wrapped your arms around his thighs and like the good boy you are, started eating him out.
At this point, your brain was holding onto what seemed like your last thread of consciousness, throat raw and aching, limbs numb, head swimming. You wanted to be brought over the edge, you pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Ya’otzin even made an effort to hit your prostate over and over, but you couldn't even cry out when Zaessiel pressed you firmly against his slit while he jerked himself off right beside your face.
You're being thoroughly used, and you loved it.
Your salvation seemed to be near. Ya'otzin deemed you stretched enough, removing both his tongue and fingers from your hole, grabbing you by the neck and ripping you off Zaessiel in the process. He shifted you upright, back pressed up against his chest.
He sat back on his heels once more.
You don't even have the strength to hold yourself up–if not for the claws around your neck and the fact that you're practically on Ya'otzin's lap, you'd be a puddle.
Finally taking the time to breathe and gather yourself, you didn't even notice the two demons exchanging glances.
“Look at you, this fucking dumb already,” Ya’otzin laughed, shaking your head around slightly.
He then shifted you in his arms until his hands gripped your thighs, pressing them up against your chest. You had to reach up to wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself.
Heat crawled up your neck. This position left you very exposed. Looking down, you can finally get a good look at the numerous bruises, bites, and claw marks all over your body, and something standing very alert lined up underneath you.
Zaessiel finally moved as well, now no longer pinned onto the mattress by Ya'otzin's weight. He positioned him in front of you, dick brushing against yours, making you hiss in pleasure.
“Well, good boys don't need to be that smart, right dear?” Zaessiel cooed in your ear.
You only managed a small nod before he captured your lips once more, making your eyes roll back and brain cloud up yet again.
Ya’otzin took this chance to properly line up his own weeping cock against your hole, and in one fell swoop, buried himself to the hilt. Even Zaessiel’s kiss fogging up your brain couldn't stop your scream of pleasure. Once he was in, Ya'otzin did not stop.
His claws dug deeper into the plush of your thighs as he bounced you, growling deeply in your ear. You felt tears forming again, with them rolling down your cheeks the moment Zaessiel’s hands returned to your length. The icy touch against your burning skin made you clench hard around Ya'otzin and he's loving it.
Glaring at his fiery companion, Zaessiel grabbed onto your hips to steady you for just a second. Your voice was caught in your throat as he lined himself alongside Ya'otzin and pressed in, stretching you out like nothing has ever done before.
Your mouth fell open, a hand grabbing onto Zaessiel’s shoulder, clenching, while you grounded yourself. You could see the way your hole swallowed them both. Zaessiel pressed on the bulge in your stomach, feeling themselves sheath into you. Your eyes rolled and your whole body trembled.
In no time, they started moving again, chasing their own highs.
Ya’otzin's balls slapped your skin repeatedly, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your tight walls deliciously. Zaessiel's thrusts were punctuated by the squelches of both his slicked slit kissing your hole and his hand feverishly jerking you off. Thankfully, the grip Ya'otzin's tail had on the base of your cock has loosened, allowing you to finally get the sweet release you've been yearning for.
The heat, the chill, the grunts, the moans, the filthy, needy touches were overwhelming your senses.
You're so close.
As the two continued to slam into your hole, gnaw at your skin and caress you in places that make you see stars, you broke.
A strangled cry ripped from your throat and the strongest orgasm you've ever had crashed like waves over your body. Both demons stopped their onslaught for just a moment to savor the way you clenched around them as you came, watching your expression contort in pleasure while you sprayed your and Zaessiel’s abdomen with cum.
All the nerves in your body tingled despite the fact that you no longer feel your legs, still in a death grip by Ya'otzin's claws. They surprisingly let you breathe after coming from your high.
“Damn you came hard,” Ya'otzin's voice cut through the haze of your mind. You didn't know how to respond, but Zaessiel didn't give you the opportunity to anyway.
“How adorable. But this greedy little hole must want more, right? Look at how it's still sucking us in.”
You didn't get to comprehend what Zaessiel was trying to convey before he picked up where he left off–thrusting into you once again with his hips slamming into yours. You tried to push against his shoulder, to get him to slow down, to let you breathe, but you were too weak. All you could do is sob.
“W-wa-waaaaiiit i-it's too much–no more-”
All you were met with was Ya’otzin's cock slamming back into your hole as he watched the tears stream down your face, laughing at your pleas.
“You really think we're going to stop fuckin’ just because you're done? Damn, greedy and selfish.”
In one swift motion, Ya’otzin pushed you and Zaessiel into the mattress again, both dicks still in you. Now laying on top of Zaessiel and straddling his hips, Ya'otzin towered behind you, claws pinning you against Zaessiel’s chest. This new position allows for both demons to fuck into you harder, and all you can do is hold on for the ride.
Cold hands gripped your ass as Zaessiel thrusted into you again, bouncing you in his lap like you're his toy. Behind you, Ya'otzin grabbed one of your wrists and pinned it against your back, preventing you from moving as a harsh smack stung your ass again. He wasted no time in pounding your hole, this time with no intention of stopping for you.
Your brain is no longer there–overwhelmed by the pleasure you're experiencing, you couldn't even tell what you're trying to mumble against the cold skin beneath you. Most likely, it's cries and pleas for them to not stop. You really are greedy.
The way you're pinned against Zaessiel while the two fucked you into oblivion had your dripping cock grind deliciously against his abdomen, along with the pressure of the bulge from the two spearing into you. You feel yourself getting hard again.
Even in your fucked, hazy state, you find yourself wondering what their cum would feel like in you.
Thankfully, you didn't have to wait long. Both demons’ paces were faltering, becoming more erratic as time went on. Both pairs of claws dug into your skin, this time likely drawing blood–it's not like your mind's there to care anymore, anyway.
Ya’otzin's growls and grunts became more drawn out, more guttural. With one last thrust, he buried himself inside you and came. Like the rest of him, his cum was hot. Zaessiel felt it too, hissing at the heat against his–still–icy body.
He wasn't that far behind though. He was never as vocal as Ya’otzin, but with a loud cry, he grinded his hips against yours, and he came. His cum, of course, was cold.
You paid no mind to the stark contrast in the temperatures inside you. Both of them came a lot, and the sensation of their thick cum filling you up and dripping out your hole brought you over the edge once again.
You didn't even have the energy to cry out. Your cock sputtered and dribbled while your hole clenched around two again, whole body spasming.
You're thoroughly spent. You're lightheaded, throat's dry, aching, bruised, but you're content.
As you teetered on the verge of unconsciousness, you felt hands maneuver you onto your bed. You couldn't even discern who moved you.
The moment your head hit the pillow, you passed out.
umm this was amazing holy shit i could never get enough of dp 🥵 plus from two DIFFERENT demons??? hell yeah i will be forever be in a contract w them lol
