Page 68 of Caught in the Devil’s Hand

Gasping, she pulled away from Vallen. “Please, I need someone inside me. Now.” Rosuke took his fingers from her and licked them, and she sighed as the tension temporarily released her.

“Let’s finish this,” Vallen declared. He climbed up the bed and arranged a few pillows before lying back, his upper body propped up. She wondered if he would watch from there, but he slid his hands under her arms and pulled her up, settling her between his spread legs. They worked together to strip her dress from her shoulders, and she lay back on his chest. His cock was warm and hard against her lower back.

Rosuke crawled to follow them. His raging erection swung heavily from his pelvis, framed by his red hair flowing over each shoulder. He was going to fit himself between her thighs, trap her between his body and Vallen’s, and—

Ambushed by renewed shyness, she tried to close her legs, but Vallen hooked his hands behind her knees and pulled them wide.

“Vallen,” she yelped, grabbing his wrists. Her heart raced.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rosuke groaned, staring unabashedly at her sex. He caressed her wriggling leg as he moved between her thighs.

“Beautiful and bewitching,” Vallen said, low. He kissed the shell of her ear. She ceased her struggles, cheeks radiating heat.

“I’m rather jealous,” Rosuke confessed. He braced one hand on the bed and grasped the base of his cock. “Vallen’s found someone so sweet and passionate.” He rubbed himself over her wet lips.

Her head spun. “Divine One be merciful.”

“He will be,” Vallen said in a rough whisper.

“I shall enjoy watching you come—both of you.” Rosuke pressed his hips forward.

“G-Gods,” she sobbed out, grasping his shoulder in one hand and the bedding in her other. Vallen breathed hard against her neck.

Rosuke went slow, sinking in only halfway. Then he slid his palms beneath Vallen’s, replacing them and freeing Vallen’s hands. She made a small, embarrassed sound as he widened her legs, then a choked gasp as he pushed deep, fully sheathing himself inside her. Vallen slid his arm around her waist and dipped his other hand between her legs to tease her clit. She moaned, long and loud, and then again when Rosuke began moving.

“You feel so good.” Rosuke squeezed her thighs as he smoothly pumped his hips. “Warm, wet…” He pressed deep and swirled against her insides. Vallen groaned into her neck, and his heart thudded against her back.

“I c-can’t believe this is h-happening.” She laid her head on Vallen’s shoulder. He rocked his hips as if he couldn’t help it—off-rhythm and erratic. His slick erection slid along her spine.

She was certain she’d pass out at any moment. Having both Vallen’s hand and Rosuke’s cock between her thighs had pushed her to a new level of pleasure. She had never thought she could feel so aroused in a situation such as this, a situation she wouldn’t have even dreamed of before today. Rosuke said everything she needed to hear to feel desired and confident, and Vallen’s embrace made her feel safe. His presence was a solid, comforting weight behind her.

“How are you doing?” Rosuke asked when she covered her eyes. His voice had dropped in pitch, like Vallen’s did when he made love to her. The sound of it reminded her of a dozen other orgasms, and her body clamped down on the demon driving into her. Rosuke grunted in reaction.

“Overwhelmed,” she breathlessly answered, sighing as another wave of that wonderful, dizzying sensation radiated from where she and Rosuke were joined. “Don’t stop. I’m so close already.” Rosuke thrust harder, slapping against her body with each stroke.

“By the gods,” Vallen growled while he nuzzled her ear. His finger on her clit didn’t stop. He felt everything she felt, and knew how to touch her, pulling back when she was close, pushing her hard when Rosuke’s angle was perfect. She wanted to wrap her legs tight around Rosuke, tense her abs, and fall apart in Vallen’s arms, but she also wanted the delicious friction to last as long as possible, even if only a few seconds more.

Vallen knew he was exhausting Shumei, but now was the only time he’d feel only her side of their lovemaking. He wanted to learn how her body responded, what she liked, and how high he could build her anticipation. Only he would know the best way to touch her, taste her, tease and release her.

“Please, Vallen,” she mewled. “Let me come. Please, please.”

“Rosuke,” he grunted, earning his friend’s frenzied attention. “Deep, short, and slow.” Rosuke nodded and did as directed. Vallen swirled her clit.

She stiffened with a gasp. Vallen growled and bucked against her. Through the binding, he felt her pleasure rise. It was like a warm wave, a flood of heat. Nothing like the sharp, sudden satisfaction of his own climaxes. No, this was intoxication.

“Thank you, Shumei,” Rosuke moaned. His deep voice clashed with another, and Vallen realized he was groaning as if in agony.

“A-ah!” Shumei cried out, high and airy. She clamped on to Rosuke’s shoulder, threw her head back, and spread her thighs wide. Pleasure filled her, hot and dizzying. She moaned over and over, toes curling and nails digging into the shoulder of the man between her legs. Rosuke writhed against her, forehead furrowed with ecstasy.

Her magic, awake and watchful, shot out from her wet, pulsating core and shocked Rosuke with one of its feelers, feeding him energy in one big dose. Rosuke gasped as though he had been splashed with ice-cold water. Vallen gave a deep, sharp groan and covered her back with his seed.

Rosuke released her legs in favor of grabbing on to her knees, and her thighs came to rest around his hips. He hissed, emptying inside her as he slowly thrust. Vallen squeezed his hand between her body and his, and pumped himself as he humped against her, still covering them both with endless streams of his pleasure. Shumei sighed, content to lie there in all of that mess while her orgasm—and Vallen’s—still warmed her sex.

They stayed that way for a moment, catching their breath as Rosuke rubbed inside her to stretch out her climax. Eventually, his erection abated and he pulled out.

“That had to be immoral,” she croaked. She drew her shaking legs together. Vallen wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.

Rosuke sat back on his heels, head spinning. He had an insane urge to giggle.