Miles

My chair is set up smack dab in the middle of the action. Off to the side, in front of Katrina, is where Samael and Luka are playing. Currently, Samael is on his knees, inhaling Luka's cock like it's the air he needs to breathe. Luka has his hands in Samael's long black mane, gripping it into a ponytail. Every few downward strokes, Luka will use his leverage on Samael and keep him shoved down on his cock, making him take it all. After he's gagged on it for a minute or so, Luka will release him, and Samael will pull off spittle dripping down his chin. It's hot, and I can tell by how Katrina's panting that she thinks so too.

In front of me is Beckett, who is entirely in his element. He's gazing over Katrina like she's the main course, and he can't wait to dive in. His moves are so slow and calculated as he rubs his hand against Katrina's pussy, scooping up her juices and coating her ass, getting it wet and ready for her spankings. When he pulls away, I watch Katrina's ass cheeks clench as she tries to prepare herself for the spanking, but Beckett is just standing there waiting with his belt in hand. The anticipation is killing me over here, so I can only imagine how Katrina feels from her position.

As soon as Katrina's cheeks relax, Beckett swings his belt down, and a loud crack sounds when the leather licks her inner thigh, just above her cunt.

"One." Katrina gasps just as number two cracks down on the opposite thigh.

She cries out somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

"Katrina." Beckett tsks, waiting for her to continue counting.

"Two." She croaks.

"Good Girl," Beckett praises before slapping the belt down gently, landing directly on her vagina.

"Oh fuck!" Katrina cries out, squirming on the table as a thrill of ecstasy shoots through her body.

"Katrina," Beckett chides, tapping his boot.

"Please, Beckett." She whines with need. "I need to cum."

"Not until you can control that devious little slut inside you," Beckett growls in response, slapping her left ass cheek.

My cock has somehow slipped itself out of my boxer shorts and is now rubbing against my zipper. Unbuttoning my jeans and pulling my zipper down, I take out my throbbing member, giving it a gentle squeeze before leisurely stroking it. I don't want to cum yet. I want to do that with Katrina, but I need to relieve some pressure from my balls before they explode.

"Little girl, you forgot your counts. Do I need to start over?" Beckett asks, raising the belt in the air.

"No." Katrina hisses, her voice laced with attitude.

Is she really this pissed or does she want Beckett to spank her longer? Her skin is already taking on a bright red hue, and I can tell her demonic side is trying to push through again. If her demons managed to take control, then she's definitely pissed. I don't want to torture my mate, and edging isn't really my kink, but I'm trying to break the beast inside of her. If we can break her succubus spirit, then it'll be easier to contain in the future. Katrina won't feel like she's catastrophic.

"Katrina," Beckett yells authoritatively, "Take charge of your body."

For the first time tonight, I see a glimmer of hope. I watch as Katrina's skin flashes from a deep red to a milky white. That's my girl. She's battling the beast within; She's fighting for her spot as the commander of her body.

"That's it, little girl." Beckett praises.

He's bending down and licking the belt marks on her thighs, letting his tongue occasionally flick her inner lips. The pleasure he's giving her body placates her succubus, but it isn't enough to fully sate the demon. That'll come later when we give our girl the orgasms she deserves.

Katrina's skin has completely paled again, her demon having been pushed down.

"What a good little slut you are. I think you deserve a reward, little girl." Beckett mumbles between peppering kisses on her ass.

"Please, Daddy." Katrina moans, tears littering her eyes.

"Hold still," Beckett commands as he turns Katrina onto her back and spreads her legs.

His hands wrap around Katrina's thigh as he lowers his head between them. Katrina's face is flat on the table now, and she's turned in my direction. Her eyes, while wet from tears are hooded from ecstasy, and she's biting her bottom lip while staring at my cock.

"Do you like what you see, Kitten?" I ask, my voice gruff, "Do you like watching me stroke my cock?"

"Yes," She barely whispers before she begins to moan, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when Beckett gently bites her already sensitive thighs and then licks away the pain.

I watch, captivated, as Katrina tries to adjust her placement on Beckett's face. Beckett has a firm grip on her ass; I can see where his nails are digging in, and I know she will have his nail marks imprinted by the time he's done. He continues to bite and kiss her inner thighs, placing the gentlest kiss on her mound once he reaches it. Katrina thrusts forward at the contact, and I hear Beckett's low chuckle.

"Easier there, baby girl. I know what you want." Beckett states, his voice promising.

When he finally licks her, they're short soft, teasing strokes, with just enough pressure to lick her slit but not enough to part through her folds.

"Please, Sir," She whines out in pure sexual frustration.

Beckett's only response is to continue his slow, agonizing strokes. I can see perspiration beginning to build on Katrina's face from her need to orgasm, her entire body is shaking with need, and just when I begin to wonder if she can handle the torture a moment longer, Beckett takes one long lick, lapping her from her taint to her clit, he continues with these long strokes as Katrina mews with pleasure.

Her moans and the erotic scene before me cause my cock to start spewing precum. When I reach the head of my cock, I swirl my finger in the cum, coating the top of my head completely before I begin my downward stroke, using the creamy liquid as a lubricant.

Beckett's hands have moved off Katrina's ass, and he's now using them to gently spread her folds. His lips are shaped in an "O" as he blows cold air against her clit before sucking it into his warm mouth. Katrina's hips buck at the sensation, which causes Beckett to grab onto her thighs again so he can keep her in place while he devours her like she's his favorite flavor of ice cream. Beckett finally releases her clit and flicks it a few times with his tongue, earning himself a loud sexy moan with each flick.

Aphelion startles me when he approaches Katrina. He's been so quiet and has hung out in the background that I forgot he was here.

"Such gorgeous, soft, plump lips you have, Princess. Every time I look at your mouth, I want to sink my cock between those beautiful lips. Tell me, Princess, can I use your mouth like it's my own personal pocket pussy?"

Katrina's eyelids flutter. I don't know if it's because of Aphelion's words or the way Beckett is eating her. Either way, she's turned on and eager to please. She nods enthusiastically and opens her mouth wide, ready to please. Aphelion pulls her head back to where she's hanging upside down and is forced to look up at him. Once she's positioned where he wants her, he takes no time slipping his cock into his mouth. She starts to suck him off, but Aphelion takes the reigns quickly. He wasn't joking about using her. He thrusts quickly and forcefully, causing her to gag each time he hits the back of her throat. Katrina takes the abuse, moaning and groaning on Aphelion's cock the entire time. Just when I think he's going to blow his load, he pulls out with a loud groan.

"Fuck Princess. That mouth of yours. That is what Heaven truly is. I want to blow my load down your throat and watch you swallow, and then I want you to lick up every last drop off my cock, so none of it goes to waste. Will you do that for me, Princess?"

Katrina is too lost in her pleasure to respond, Beckett's two fingers deep with her clit in his mouth. Her body starts to tense, showing her release is near. She cries out that she's going to cum, and Beckett pulls back, leaving her on the cliff's edge.

Her hand reaches up to grab Beckett's head and force him back, but Aphelion's already grabbed ahold of her arms, pinning them down. "Sorry, Princess." He whispers into her ears.

"FUCK YOU!" Katrina screams at the top of her lungs, "FUCK ALL OF YOU!"