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Nothing feels more fulfilling than feeling everything all at once and basking in it.
That is how me and Spite feel at this very moment. The two of us are in sync, both embracing every touch, every spark of pleasure that surged through us. He was in my veins, his own voice echoing my moans as they fell from my lips. His wings are out, the familiar heat against my back is grounding amongst the overwhelming sensations. I could see the purple glow behind my eyelids, his desire intertwined completely with mine.
When did I even close my eyes?
I forced them open, meeting the one responsible for our ruined state. The man responsible for making us feel everything. His grey skin was glowing a beautiful violet in the aura of Spite's wings, his orange eyes glowing brightly as his own pleasure was sparking the flames within. His fingers tightened against my hips, and I mentally begged to be bruised. I wanted it. I needed it.
Want. To Be. Marked!
Spite howled in my head, his body shivering against mine. It felt surreal, almost phantom. But I felt it. I felt everything he did. Every shiver, every arch. Our bodies were connected, yet they reacted to every movement in different ways. His wings flexed, whilst my thighs did. Together, the pleasure overwhelmed us so much that it was hard to determine who was doing what.
"Kadan, fuck. You look so beautiful above me."
Another shiver coursed down my spine. I met his eyes again, allowing a pleased smile cross my lips. Kage was below me, holding me in a tight grasp whilst giving me all the control. It was thrilling, being in control whilst the man giving me such pleasure is as huge as he is. Kage was not small, far from it. To put it in perspective, I have to let him pick me up just to kiss him. He has to duck through every doorway, and sometimes crawl through narrow rooms. His weight was his strength, his height was his advantage. And he wields both, even when he's under me.
"A-Ahhh!"
The moan leaves my lips suddenly, my hands clamping down tighter on his horns. The two appendages, hard as stone and coated in jewels. They started from the base of his head, nestled amongst violet hair, and grew upwards until they curled backwards into a circular arch. They were sturdy, marked in scratches from past battles, yet here: They were the perfect thing to hold onto as I sped myself up.
It wasn't new, being like this. The man beneath me is the anchor of all of our thoughts. He's in my mind, he's in my actions, in my heart. My husband is the beacon of my whole existence, one no contract could ever break. And right now, he is inside the deepest part of me. It is the contrast of the heat of my body and the large, silicon object hitting all of my buttons. I had asked for it, Spite had begged for it. We wanted him to use it, to help us forget everything for a single night.
"M-Maker, Lucanis. Y-You and Spite are leaking everywhere, it's adorable."
His voice rushed through us, seeping into our ears like thick honey. It was one of the first things we both noticed. It was always so light and soft, yet once angered, it became husky and rough, the edge enough to be considered a continuous growl. Every time we heard it, it would either make us melt or send pleasant shivers down our spine. The more he talked to us, reassured us, promised us...
I guess falling in love with him was somehow inevitable...
Feels. Tight!
Spite was right. Our body was starting to clamp up, the pleasure surging. Spite howled at the same time I did as Kage gripped us tightly and began to buck his hips into us. He was panting now, his whole body coated in a sheen of sweat. He was blowing smoke from his nostrils, his magic coming alive in the pleasure.
I couldn't resist.
The next time I lifted myself up, I reached a hand between my own thighs, meeting his twitching pussy. He paused his thrusts then, his head flinging back into the pillows as a loud cry left his lips. He was sticky, slick instantly coating my fingers and dripping onto the sheets below. It reacted heavenly to my touch, quivering and pulsing as I dragged my fingers up and down the folds. I circled his clit, feeling the air rush out of my lungs as he arched violently, which only caused the silicone inside me to reach further.
"K-Kage! F-Fuck!"
Good! So Good! MORE! NEED MORE!
It sometimes baffles me, just how Kage is able to sense Spite. He's not connected to spirts, he has no knowledge or skills in the sort, yet he always seems to be able to read him. It was like he had taught himself to feel Spite's presence, or predict his words. Maybe he even knows certain tells that the demon has. I know about them, as I share my body with him, yet Kage's interactions with the demon always make him speechless. Such as now, as Kage reaches a hand down, tracing over my quivering thigh to wrap around my cock.
Shit!
Here it comes, the rush, the overwhelming sensations. Spite was panting, begging. He was crying out, speaking about the need for release. I was in agreement. Time had passed since the giant below us pinned us down, preparing us with careful precision. His fingers are one thing, but the strap he keeps not-so-secretly hidden is another thing entirely. When he wants to give us the ultimate pleasure, in agreement with us or by asking, he gives it. It reaches into my depths, makes me feel nothing but pleasure for hours, even days afterwards. Spite enjoys the feeling of being allowed to give up control, to allow complete trust to come forth. Kage is safe, Kage is home.
He is our husband, and the man we both love more than anything else-
"Cum Lucanis. Cum Spite. Don't hold back, not from me."
His hand on my cock, pumping the shaft and thumbing at the head, it was enough to send us over. But it didn't. It was the final buck of his hips, the silicone hitting us in that one sensitive spot that sent us both over. Spite's magic flared, his wings spreading out in an arch, the feathers practically burning as the demon reached his end. As for me, my whole vision turned white as my orgasm rushed forward. My pleasure coated his chest, pooling in his abs and connecting us in a couple of sticky strings. Kage bucked his hips a few more times, his own yell of pleasure echoing ours. I could feel the sudden increase of slick against my legs, his orgasm just as violent as ever. The giant moved his hands away from my skin, his fingers clinging to the sheets as smoke flared from his grasp.
After that, we just breathed.
Smoke lingered in the air, the sheets ruined beyond repair. Good. Handprints scorched into the sheets, cum coating both of us and Spite's voice nothing more than a blissful whisper. Together, this was our afterglow. The silence, just basking in each other's presence. Spite was quiet, the occasional pleased hum escaping his lips, his wings twitching as aftershocks trailed down his spine. I removed my hold on my husband's horns, moving them to his pecs. I held myself still, catching my beath as Kage let his eyes roam over us. He reached up, cupping my cheek with a gentle hand.
"I love you both, so much."
My heart skipped a beat, Spite stirred with a purr. I couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped my lips. I was still too wound up with the afterglow to truly express my thoughts, but there was one simple way. A way that Kage knows all too well.
I leaned down, kissing him as deeply as I could. I knew he would understand, I knew he would know what I was trying to say. Sometimes words fail me, especially after a night of sex. But here, lips locked and hands cradling us close, he knew everything.
Sometimes there is so much we want to say, yet somehow, he always knows the words that we cannot speak.
That, is why he is the most important person to us. Our husband, the one who can read us and feel us, right to our very core.