Page 67 of Caught in the Devil’s Hand

“In that case, you’ll just be with Rosuke,” Vallen said, glancing at his friend. “But I’ll be here with you.” He touched the bed for emphasis.

She steeled her shoulders and nodded. "All right, then."

Rosuke tugged at the ties of his pants. Vallen removed his leather vest and tossed it aside. Her belt was already loose from Vallen’s attempt to take it off earlier, so she simply pulled, and it fell away without fuss. Her dress sagged open, revealing a line of flesh down the center of her body. Vallen licked his lips, and Rosuke held his hand out, inviting her closer.

She walked toward the two demons on her bed. Their hot stares slid down her body as each step widened the gap in her dress. A wave of desire from Vallen rolled up her body, and she whimpered with need.

When she was within reach, they drew her onto the bed and followed her down as she reclined upon the plush pillows. The sides of her dress fell open, baring her chest.

Vallen lay along her left side, palmed her breast, and brushed their mouths together as he sought a kiss. She eagerly turned her head to him, eyes sliding shut. His lips and tongue were gentle, even adoring. Meanwhile, his hand on her breast rolled and squeezed.

Rosuke watched for a moment, an interloper in their intimacy even though he wanted to join them and pleasure the tender young woman lying between him and his best friend. He hadn’t seen Vallen in years, and yet within an hour of reuniting, Vallen and his lover, who didn’t know him at all, were saving his life. No, more than that. They were saving his soul.

He could scarcely believe not only his luck but the depth of Vallen’s friendship. Though it wasn’t any sort of argument that drove them to part ways fifteen years ago, he could hardly call their last conversation friendly. Rather, they had both grown so tired of the tedious, never-ending struggle of their existences that neither could stand to have the same conversation for the ten-thousandth time. Vallen had simply suggested they split up, permanently, and Rosuke had agreed. The next morning, Rosuke had left Vallen’s estate with hardly a word of farewell.

Blinking, he pulled out of the deep, murky depths of his memories in time to see the tip of Shumei’s breast puckering in sympathy with her other well-pleasured nipple. He licked his lips, heart hammering. His gaze continued down and stopped at her lower half, still partially hidden beneath one side of her dress. He slowly pulled the silky cloth aside, exposing her completely, and her thighs compressed as she moaned into her lover’s mouth.

Vallen lifted his head and glanced at Rosuke, who hadn’t yet taken any initiative. His friend seemed distracted, his eyes glazed in a way Vallen easily recognized. Rosuke was lost in his past, something that had happened to both of them more and more the longer they’d lived. When he seemed to return to the present, Vallen nuzzled his lover’s cheek, pushing her face aside, and whispered into her ear.

“Tell him what you want.” He felt her shiver on his own skin as he shifted lower. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders. He mouthed the peak of her breast, making her gasp, and slid his hand to her other breast.

Shumei sighed with pleasure as she shyly turned to Rosuke, who still held himself up on one hand and hungrily stared at her. She lifted her other arm to him.

“Will you undress? I want to see you,” she said, breath hitching every time Vallen flicked her nipple with his tongue.

With a nod, Rosuke hurriedly peeled off his clothes. Unlike Vallen, whose physique was that of a warrior, Rosuke’s toned form was on the leaner side. His clear skin was marred only by a few thin scars that swept around his left side. They looked rather like the wound in her shoulder, which was still covered by a thin bandage. Old injuries from a magical attack?

Rosuke’s blood-red hair spilled over his shoulders and down his chest, reaching the dimple of his navel and coyly hiding the nipples on his wide, tight pecs. He pushed his pants down, and his cock stood straight up, long and thick. Vallen’s rock-hard erection dug into her thigh, barely held back by his leather pants, and the thought of both shafts rubbing against her made her shiver.

Rosuke tossed his clothing to the floor and sidled up to her. She hesitantly laid her arm across his back, unsure of where to hold him. The opposite of shy, he hooked his leg around hers, pulled her knees apart, and thrust his thigh between hers. She hardly got a gasp out before he covered her mouth in a kiss.

He touched her stomach with calloused fingers that were at odds with his delicate features. As his hand traveled down her body, she sighed into his mouth and shivered beneath his rough touch. He gently cupped her mons and pressed his finger between her labia.

She and Vallen groaned as he teased her clit. Vallen urgently rolled his hips against her leg, and Rosuke deepened his kiss, clearly pleased his touch aroused them both.

Shumei felt overwhelmed already. She kissed one demon, who had his hand between her thighs, while another mouthed and rubbed her breasts as he bucked his erection against her leg.

Rosuke lifted his mouth and took his fingers from her, trailing moisture over her stomach as he took in her dazed expression. Her lips were so soft and full, and he couldn’t decide whether he wanted them wrapped around his cock or parting beneath his kiss.

“She’s wet, Vallen. Feel for yourself,” he invited. He grasped his erection and rubbed it against her thigh. Vallen lifted his head and swept his hand down her body. While Rosuke hollowed his cheeks around her other nipple, Vallen worked his hand between her legs.

“I want to see you too, Vallen,” she moaned. With a rough sigh, he pulled his fingers from her and rose to his knees. His shirt joined his vest on the floor, leaving him wearing only his leather pants, which tied shut with black lacing over each hip. Fascinated, Shumei explored the lacing over one of Vallen’s hips while he loosened the other side.

Rosuke brought his head up, still idly massaging her breasts while they slowed down for a moment.

“Where did you get these?” she asked, tugging at a knot to loosen it.

“I wondered as well,” Rosuke added, pinching one of her nipples. She slid her fingers through his long hair to rest her hand on his shoulder, arching her chest into his massaging hand.

“A young merchant in Kaizoku was offering custom-made leather clothes. These had already been made and fit rather well, so I bought them,” he explained, having loosened his pants enough to remove them.

Shumei didn’t hesitate to wrap her fingers around his erection, making him groan and forget what he was doing. The head was wet with arousal, and her breaths were shallow as she pumped it within her fist, watching his face and gasping along with him.

“By the dueling gods, how I want you,” Rosuke gruffly whispered, turning her face toward him as he took her mouth in another kiss. Then he plunged his hand between her legs once more.

Shumei cried out even as his tongue swept inside to taste her, and Vallen groaned in reaction, clambering off the bed to kick his pants to the side. When he climbed back on, he sought out any spare inch of his lover he could find, and Shumei nearly swooned as two naked, aroused demons pressed full-length against her, their hands and mouths doing their best to drive her crazy.

Unable to catch her breath, she pulled her mouth away from Rosuke, who tried to follow her lips and capture them again. She turned her head, only to be caught in a kiss with Vallen, who also had one leg hooked around hers. The two of them had pulled her thighs wide, and she groaned into Vallen’s mouth as Rosuke thrust his fingers into her while thumbing her clit. Vallen plucked the tip of her breast with his free hand while Rosuke mouthed her other nipple, the flat of his tongue rubbing the tight, sensitive peak.