Shadow's Plaything (18+)

Thousands of feelings rushed through my soul, emotions I had never experienced with any of my previous partners, lovers, or boyfriends. Whatever you want to call them, this was surreal. Any of this may have felt like a dream at first, something my vivid mind conjured up to compensate for the absence of romance, sexual fulfillment, and a profound connection between souls.

The royal purple silk bedsheets stuck to my heated skin, only to make me feel frustrated, and being alone on the king-sized bed made me whimper, yearning for that searing touch to put out the fire that was dancing in the pit of my belly and straight to my core. The frustration was driving me insane, and for a moment I truly thought I might have lost my mind, but the masculine shape of the shadow at the end of the bed told me this was as real as the fine wine I just savored one hour ago, as real as the sweat that dripped down my glowing skin, as real as my long honey-colored hair, all sprawled over the bedsheets in a halo.

One of my shaky hands that weren’t fisting the bedsheets moved down my torso and between my legs starting to stroke my slick pussy, spreading my legs wider for the devilish red eyes of the demonic entity that was watching me with intense underworldly arousal, the long serpent tail swinging left and right behind him, like an excited hound ready to pounce.

The erotic growl that filled the room made my toes curl, two of my fingers spreading my moist lower lips, displaying the pink flower hidden behind.

“You’re a fucking tempting minx.” The remark was directed at me, but no logical words came out of my mouth, only a desperate whimper, my eyes half-lidded as I watched the demon... or demons? I wasn’t sure what he was... what they were.

“P-Please... take the heat away.” I begged, my nipples perky and erect, my body completely nude to the one I was destined for, the sexy pure-white lingerie I previously wore, long forgotten on the floorboards.

I continued to stroke myself, trying to alienate some of the scorching pain in my core, knowing that it wasn’t enough, for only one thing would tame this heat inside me. The sweet masculine fragrance of the three dominated the bedroom, filling it with the pure fragrance of testosterone invaded my nose, and through my eyelashes, as I saw how a cloud of black smoke enveloped my body, only for the massive shadow to materialize above my trembling body.

Big taloned hands grasped my wrists, pulling my hands away from my body and pinning them above my head on the soft pillows. My tears-filled green eyes meet blood-red ones, and a snarling mouth filled with sharp pearly-white teeth.

“Who owns you?” A chorus of voices asked, but I couldn’t find the strength to even respond, only to feel a sharp slap over my thigh, making me jump in pleasure and pain. His long black tail swung in warning of another spank.

“Y-You...” I shuttered out, the arousal running between my legs in heavy rivulets, soaking the bedsheets underneath us.

“You what?” He roughly pressed on, the tip of the tail running down my calf.

“Y-You all... You all... m-my masters... m-my soulmates.” I forced my tongue to work around the words I needed to speak aloud, and the mouth of the demon curled into a smirk full of pride, arrogance, and possession, but also love adoration, and full undying devotion.

“We will knot your pussy so good, fill you up with our essence, and destroy you for any other human male on earth.” The words alone send me over the edge, then I felt something brush over my inner thighs.

Looking down, my eyes widened.

T-Two!?