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They had talked about it extensively: the possibility of Spite taking control during one of their more… intimate nights. The demon had begun to complain a fair amount since their return to Treviso. ‘ Why never have fun with Spite? Always Lucanis. Spite loves Rook too! I want to touch her. I want. To taste.’
One night Spite even woke her up, nuzzling into her, lips wet and wanting on her neck.
“Rook? …Rooooook? ,” came his half whispers in the dark. Maya didn’t open her eyes, too exhausted to entertain him on this occasion. Instead she kissed his forehead and ushered him back to sleep, smiling when he grumbled something about ‘ never time for Spite’.
Lucanis was averse to the idea when Rook first brought it up, untrusting still even though he and Spite had reached some form of peaceful accord. However, with Spite’s tongue curling hot at his ear and Maya’s encouraging enthusiasm he decided it might be good, fun even. For all of them. After all, somehow, Maya wanted him , all of him. Loved all of him. And all of him included Spite.
This is why tonight, Maya was laying flat on her back, legs splayed open wide and pinned down by the rough hands of her demonic lover. He had been there a while, head swimming between her thighs, face and beard plastered in her juices as he explored her pussy with mouth and tongue and nose.
Before this he had actually taken his time teasing her, marking her whole body up with hickeys and bites. “Mine. ” He growled. Possessive. It made her shiver.
When he descended to clamp his hot mouth over her pussy she tingled from the tips of her ears down to her toes. He worshipped voraciously, lapping at her like a man starved.
It was not gentle. Not that she needed him to be, but every lick and suck and kiss was overwhelming her senses, especially as he had made her come seven times already. Offhandedly, she wondered if he was trying to eat her to the core, eat her alive .
Pressing herself up on her elbows, Maya glanced down to a vision from a painting. Spite was moaning wildly with every movement of his mouth and jaw, bright eyes closed in passionate concentration. Great skeletal wings extended from him, dimmer than in battle, but no less impressive. They flexed and twitched along with his actions. Down past the toned muscles of his back she watched his perfect, perky ass rock slightly up and down, hips fucking a mindless rhythm into the mattress. He was ethereal; a statue carved from marble prostrated before her. And when he licked a hot stripe up from her entrance to her clit the air was sucked from her lungs. He easily had her teetering on the edge once more. Fuck…
Perhaps the line between angel and demon was thinner than anyone had previously realised.
Then he sunk his middle and ring fingers into her pulsing cunt and she saw white. She fell back heavily onto the mattress, gasping for air before she came again. His shoulders and one hand stopped her knees from crushing his head while she screamed out in exquisite pleasure. It was so good. So good and so fiery she thrashed and squirmed under him when he didn’t relent. His fingers curled just so inside her and she yelped in surprise as she felt yet another orgasm threaten. This one felt different, fierce and fast. She tried to say his name, to say anything to warn him, but the sound that came out was strangled and cut off quickly. The delectable, firm press of Spite’s fingers on that textured spot coupled with a harsh suck directly on her clit threw open her floodgates. A loud, wanton cry escaped her as she gushed, but she struggled to replace the air lost from her lungs. She panted, flushed from head to toe, hands fisting the sheets and back arching. Maya’s eyes rolled to the back of her head when she felt him, heard him slurping and drinking every drop from her.
Suddenly it was all too much. Much too much. A torturous rapture.
She threaded the fingers of her dominant hand in his hair and twisted, hard, harder than she ever would with Lucanis. Spite whined high in his nose, an animalistic sound that scared her as much as thrilled.
But he didn’t stop.
Fingers digging into her thighs. Bruising. Nose rubbing her clit, then lips, then tongue, swirling. His fingers still worked inside her, deeper than ever. It burned . Her legs were jelly and he held her in place, steadfast.
“Spite!” Maya yelled out with much effort, “please… I can’t…”
Still, he didn’t stop. Her words had barely seemed to affect him at all.
Determination.
Then, just as she was questioning whether you can pass out or perhaps die from too many orgasms, he pressed his teeth into the meat surrounding her clit. It didn’t cause her pain so much as it shocked her. All together it was too much sensation, causing Maya to shriek and yank his head away so violently she heard his neck crack. He stared around emptily, dazed.
A split second to collect herself was all she had before Spite shouted something incoherent, hands flying to clutch at his head. He was knelt on the bed, writhing within himself. In turmoil.
Maya tried hard to control her breathing whilst still reeling from… whatever that was. She carefully crawled to her lover and stood on her knees in front of him, palms ghosting his torso, unsure of what exactly was going on, let alone how to help him.
At her faintest of touches, he froze and let his hands slowly fall from his face.
It was Lucanis. He looked horrified, tears in his eyes. He wouldn’t meet her gaze.
Magnetised to him, she stroked up his chest, up his neck to run fingers through his smooth hair, desperate to comfort him. Her thoughts bubbled out of her before she could stop them, “hey it’s okay, I’m okay, I swear. It was just…a lot, I don’t know. I’m-I’m okay, I’m okay, you didn’t h-”
“You hurt her!” he abruptly cried out at a pitch she had never heard from him before.
All of a sudden he was Spite again, hands lightly pushing her to a distance so he could cast his glowing purple eyes over her, all droopy and sad. He was checking the marks he’d left on her, she realised with a start. His shoulders hung low as his gaze dropped to the bedsheets. Even as Spite, he had subconsciously shrunk away from her like a reprimanded dog. It shattered a piece of her heart.
“Hurt Rook?” he asked. Solemnity sounded strange in Spite’s fried tone. She shook her head and uttered a sincere ‘no’ which seemed to do nothing to assuage the demon as he glanced to the side. He remained rigid even as she pressed her body flush to his again, arms loose at his sides. He did not shy away from the closeness now, and she felt his heart hammering under his ribs.
With the most tender touch, Maya brought her hands up his neck to rub her fingertips in circles and scritch the hairs underneath his jaw, just how she knew Spite liked. Just how she knew Lucanis liked. Anything to help soothe them.
There was no deep purr this time, however. Instead, he stayed eerily silent for a short time before his eyebrows twisted together in the middle and his gaze met hers.
“Lie?”
“Of course not,” came her immediate reply, loving, doting. She kissed the crease from his brow followed by both cheeks, left then right, unhurried but reassuring.
Another pause of consideration. “…Lie to Lucanis?”
That question almost broke her.
“No. No , never,” she choked out and instantly Lucanis was back, collapsing forward into her arms. Wracked with sobs, a flurry of apologies flew from his lips. All she could do was hold him, placing tender kisses in his hair.
For a few minutes, she soothed him as best she could, humming occasionally and weaving the long strands of his hair between her fingers. Once he had calmed, he shifted in her hold. She watched him fight to look at her, but the eye contact was fleeting.
“I…I’m so sorry. I was afraid of this happening. I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, voice uncharacteristically tiny. He still lay loosely in her arms, so she hugged him tighter, sharing warmth. She pressed a little kiss to the adorable mole on the right of his forehead. Her chest ached with love.
“You didn’t hurt me. Neither of you. You would never hurt me,” she simply stated. That was when he looked at her. Sorrowful wells bored deep into her soul. Haunted. Maya never knew what he was searching for when he looked at her like that, but she hoped he found it.
They kissed then, decadent, long and languid, breathing life into each other. His tongue was oh so sweet against hers.
After a long, comfortable silence, interrupted only by makeout sessions, Maya decided to test the water.
“Maybe next time, Spite can give me a break halfway through?” she suggested lightheartedly.
Lucanis blinked in response, stunned. “Next time?”
Maya merely grinned, suddenly feeling coy. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”