Katrina

Beckett is on me the instant Luka and Samael retreat into their room, peeling my panties off my body, slapping my bare ass, planting his mouth between my thighs, and licking my cunt. Once, twice, three times, until I'm a dripping wet mess, panting with need, growling when he lifts his mouth from me.

"Who's first, and which hole are you fucking?" I ask breathlessly, my core throbbing, wanting to be filled by my men.

I don't think I've ever seen the three of them move so fast. Peeling off their clothes and flinging them off to the side, each man encroaching on my territory, one hard cock nudging my ass, one at my front, and the other in my hips. Smiling slyly, I drop down on my knees, turning to the man beside me, Miles, taking his manhood in my mouth, bobbing my head as I try to swallow him, gripping both Aphelion and Beckett in my hands, mimicking my sucking motion with each flick of my wrist. Beckett and Aphelion's hands tangle in my hair as they shove my head down, forcing Miles deep into my throat.

When it starts to feel like I can't handle it anymore, Beckett and Aphelion release their hold on my head. Aphelion steps back and watches me with Miles while Beckett walks behind me, getting down on his knees, lifting my leg over his head, and lapping at my cunt. Licking from my clit to my ass and back again, coating me with his salvia and my nectar, lubing me up.

Letting Miles' drop from my mouth, I pull my leg from Beckett's grasp and walk to Aphelion, pushing him down on the chair behind me. Turning my back to a now-seated Aphelion, I reach behind me and guide his cock to my ass, slowly inserting it into my puckered hole as I inch myself down onto him, spreading my legs wide the further I sink down onto him. My breath hitches as my ass swallows him, a burning sensation running through me as I try to take all of him inside me. It takes a minute, but once he's fully sheathed, I moan loudly, pleasure wrenching through my body. Beckett and Miles are standing in front of us, their eyes devouring the sight of me taking Aphelion.

With his fingers digging into my hips, Aphelion bounces me on his cock, causing my breasts to dance for my other fated. With each bounce, I moan loudly, the sensation of his cock pummeling my ass too strong for me to hold back my screams. Miles steps closer to us and begins to squeeze and caress my breasts, his eyes following their swinging motions with each bounce of my body; when his hand reaches up and clasps my shoulder, Aphelion stops bouncing me, instead rolling his hips beneath me, rocking me on his cock. Miles lines his hard member with my entrance and plunges in, filling me with one smooth thrust. My entire body clenches, and it causes the three of us to let out breathless moans.

"Easy there, Kitten. I don't want to blow my load so soon." Miles murmurs against my lips, his hips jerking forward as he pushes further into me, pulling back gently, leaving my body, before thrusting back in and filling me once more. His movements are soft and fluid, the opposite of the bouncing rhythm, or should I say nonrhythmic, since there was no synchronization with the movements that Aphelion was performing on me.

Somehow in the middle of them filling me to the brim with their cocks, they managed to swap positions, Miles taking the seated position in the chair and Aphelion standing behind me, his thrusts forcing me down onto Miles, filling me deeper than I've ever been, hitting nerve endings in spots that I didn't know existed. My limbs became jelly as I let go of everything and focused on the here and the now.

The sensation of both of them moving in and out of my body at different speeds and forces was enough to send me spiraling. I had no hope of stopping the orgasm that came ripping through my body, every pleasure sensor exploding with euphoria. My mind shattered, focusing only on the euphoria of it all.

"Fuck Kitten," Miles groans, my walls clenching him tightly in a vice-like grip as it coats him in my juices, forcing him into his own climax, his seed spilling inside me. "I didn't want it to end so soon." He groans as we both come back down to Earth.

I would respond if I could, but my mind still isn't functioning correctly, fully focusing on Aphelion and what he's doing to my body. His movement has slowed closer to Miles', his thrusts long, pulling all the way out and then pushing in again, bottoming inside me. His hands leave my hips, gripping underneath my thighs, his nails digging in as he lifts me off Miles' lap, his strokes somehow keeping the same rhythm, not faltering for a second.

My body instantly reacts to being lifted in the air as if it knows exactly what Aphelion has planned, and my wings erupt from my body, mixing pain and pleasure, winding my body tightly and almost sending me spiraling off the cliff of euphoria again and into the sea of bliss.

"Fuck, Darling, you are majestic, absolutely pulchritudinous." Beckett groans, stepping toward me, his hands gently caressing the tips of my wings while his mouth lowers down onto my exposed breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. Every touch sends a shooting bolt of pleasure straight through my body and down to my core.

I have no idea what the fuck pulchritudinous means, but if he doesn't stop touching me, I'm going to..."Oh..fuck..ahh..I'm coming." I gasp

Mid Orgasm Beckett fills me up, matching Aphelion's pace, drawing out my climax as I pant and claw while speaking in the language derived from sex. Aphelion shatters with me; his sexy groans are hot against my ear, his movements short and sloppy as he fills my ass to the brim. The noises coming out of him are almost more orgasmic than the sex itself; they send waves of self-pleasure rolling through me, knowing that it's me and my body that make these sexy gods come apart like that.

Aphelion kisses the back of my neck before he pulls out of me, leaving me under Beckett's control. I'm just about to wrap my arms and legs tightly around Sharkboy and let him have his way with me when I feel something, no, someone, calling to me, except they aren't calling to me, per se, but the darkness inside of me, and it's not a stranger that's calling to me. I've felt this energy before, not in a full-on confrontation, but in passing. The pull is needy and full of desperation; the darkness is calling to its partner, summoning it to dance in a way that only lovers know how. There's no point in resisting the summons; my succubus has already felt its pull and has taken semi-control of my body, unwrapping my legs and arms from Beckett and climbing off his pole.

Beckett's brows furrow, and his hands reach out to grab me, but I'm quicker than him, my limbs caring me in the direction of Samael and Luka's room. When Beckett sees where I'm headed, he shrugs and follows along for the ride, willing to do whatever if it means his dick will be inside of me at one point. I stop right outside their door and turn the handle, gently pushing it open. My walls clench at the sight before me. Luka is covered in blood smears, and he has Samael pinned down, face down-ass up, in a position that can only be described as Dominant. He's fucking him so ruthlessly that Samael's body will have Luka's touch engraved in him for weeks to come. I've never seen the professor be so primal, and my body aches with need, wanting him to take me the exact same way.

"Do you like watching the Professor put Samael in his place?" Beckett asks, his breath tickling my neck, his feet kicking mine, spreading my legs apart, his thumb rubbing my overly sensitive nub.

Unable to speak, I nod enthusiastically and grind my ass against Beckett's cock, begging him to fill me.

"Should I copy the Professor so you can imagine you're in Samael's place?" Beckett groans as he breeches my entrance.

"Yes," I hiss as he slides home, filling my pussy.

Beckett doesn't bother to acknowledge with words that he's heard me. Instead, he shoves my face against the wall, gripping my throat tightly with one hand as he holds me in place. His other hand squeezes my hips holding my lower half flush against his body, as he fucks me into the wall.

Luka's head jerks up and turns in our direction; my eyes link with him, and it's like I'm meeting him for the first time again, except instead of us, it's the darkness inside of us. Our darknesses have felt each other for so long, they've danced along the outskirts, but now they're demanding to meet and unite as one. I feel my body ripple, and I cry out in orgasmic agony as I shift fully, my fangs, horns, and claws fully elongated.

"Fuck, just when I thought you couldn't get any hotter." Aphelion groans from somewhere down the hall.

Luka stares at me, admiring my succubus form as I let Beckett fuck me, his eyes burning a brighter red with each gasp I make while dark flames lick his body, silently promising me that soon, our darknesses will become united as one. A thrill runs down my spine, and I can't wait for that day to come. I already know that when we finally let down our barriers, it'll be savage, dark, kinky, and ruthless. Samael groans, drawing Luka's attention back to him, forcing us to break eye contact.

My succubus yearns for his attention and tries to force me further into the room, but Beckett's grip is firm on my body, and he takes me roughly against the wall, deviating from our original plan of mimicking Luka and Samael, as he reminds the slutty demon inside me that she doesn't only have one man who'll fuck her like the whore she is. He makes me cum over and over again until I'm putty, my body only standing thanks to his support.