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Mira scrolled away on her phone, a scowl on her face. She liked the fans, she really did, but this… these theories about her and her relationship with two particular demons got on her nerves.
‚Miromabby is the OTP!‘
‚Miromance forever!‘
‚Mirabby is the GOAT!‘
‚Romabby is the best!‘
‚Pink Poly Club!‘
Plus, the fan work. There were stories about her and the other two girls, that she knew. Even some fan art. If had never disturbed her. Sure, it was weird that there were people out there imagining, writing and drawing her kissing – among other things – Zoey and Rumi but who cared. Not that she hadn’t ever had a fling with a girl, but not those two. They were like sisters to her. No, it was that she was paired with these two.
Her scowl deepened and she scoffed. A low whine caught her attention just as Romance nudged the thigh he had been leaning against. Mira didn’t know if he wanted to distract her or if he just wanted attention. He was annoyingly clingy and demanding, always wanting to be pet or otherwise touched. Especially in moments like these.
She reached down and put one finger under his chin, making him look up. It was amazing how easily he yielded to her every touch and the expression on his face, the pure adoration, made her scowl soften. But she still reminded herself why he sat here, clad in only Abby’s wide shirt and the black collar that was such a nice contrast to his pinkish hair. Why Abby knelt in the corner, completely naked. Her scowl returned.
Maybe she didn’t hate how the fans paired her up. Just that they were right. And yet so wrong in their vision. No one knew what truly went on behind closed doors. Like how she needed to discipline these utter dogs for rutting in a corner when she hadn’t allowed it.
Mira had caught them after a training session. Abby had Romance against the wall, his legs around the bigger man’s waist, pants pulled down just enough for Abby to fuck into him. Kissing like they didn’t need oxygen. And all because Mira had ordered them not to do anything for a week because they bothered her too much and kept her from concentrating fully on the training. Not to mention kept each other from performing well, be it from looking too much and missing steps to being too sore to move properly.
It wasn’t that she minded them fucking each other. She both loved a good show and knowing they weren’t fully dependant on her. She wouldn’t even have minded them doing it against her orders. But they had put on a show knowing she’d find them. And then dared to act shocked when she had let all her pent up aggression loose on them. They’d nearly managed to convince her it had just been sexual frustration but then she’d seen the look in Romance’s eyes. While his mouth had pouted, his eyes had shone with excitement. Abby too, the way he bit his lip and hadn’t been able to meet her eyes.
They had wanted her to find them like that. The bastards. And so she needed to make them suffer.
Only problem was, that wasn’t so easy. Both were incredibly depraved and even her threatening them with violence or holding a knife to their throats seemed to turn them on. Once, before they had started dating, when they were still antagonistic with each other and the two had annoyed her once too much, she had pushed them down and stepped on them, one foot on each of their chests, weapon pulled. Romance had tenderly touched her boot and looked up at her like he had just seen a goddess and Abby had became uncharacteristically tense and silent, lips pressed together, face red.
Ever since, they hadn’t stopped pestering her. She had ‚given in‘ at some point after she couldn’t take acting as if she hated them anymore. But it left her with little options to truly punish them.
So she had opted to ‚kill with kindness‘. She had made them strip, then made Abby kneel, hands behind his back and left him there, about 3m away from her. Not allowed to touch himself or her, not allowed to move, just watching. Knowing it would drive him insane. Then she had put the collar on Romance, after letting him see the metal tag with the elegantly curved M on it. She thought he’d come right on the spot but he knew better. A whispered ‘good boy‘ had let his pupils blow. Then she had handed Romance Abby’s shirt, full of his smell and made him wear it, before she sat down and let him crawl up to her. Hands down, no touching, but she allowed him to lean his head against her leg. It was worse than not allowing him to touch her at all. Like this he could press his face against her leg, feel the skin that her short skirt and long boots didn’t cover. He could smell her. But touch her only with his face. Smell Abby and feel the fabric, loose enough to gently caress him, too loose to give him any relief. Pure torture and he had whined deliciously about it.
So she let her fingers slip from his chin, earning a desperate sound that made her core tingle. She looked at Abby. It had been half an hour and he hadn’t moved. Though he was still hard and there was a tiny puddle where he had leaked on the floor. She smirked, crossed her legs so her right foot was aloft, and leaned back.
„Abby, here.“
The command was loud and clear in the empty room and Abby’s head snapped up before he hurried closer. On his knees. Like he should.
„You’ve been so good“, she purred and watched him shudder. „Ready to apologize?“
„For what?“ Abby pressed out, but it sounded impressively decisive. Even though he still didn’t meet her eyes, he had seemingly gotten more brazen. Mira scoffed.
„Still so naughty.“ She tried really hard to sound disappointed even though she felt it spike her lust. Oh, she’d break him sooo good.
Abby chuckled, leaning forward with a smirk that barely wavered. He even managed to make eye contact.
„Maybe I should show you how naughty I can…“
The slap echoed loudly in the room and from the way Abby’s head flew to the side, Mira could see the red on his cheek nicely. She also didn’t miss how his pupils dilated and his eyes flashed golden for just a moment. A wicked grin split her face.
„Sit. Or I’ll send you back to the corner.“
Abby seemed to fight internally whether to push back further and have her put him in his place some more but the threat of not getting attention for another half hour was enough for him to give in and settle at her feet.
„What a naughty puppy.“ Mira tsked with disapproval. „Look at Ro here…“ She turned her attention to the other man, letting her finger gently brush his hair and felt him eagerly leaning into it, before she grabbed it hard and pulled him away from her leg so Abby could see all of him. As if his eyes hadn’t been glued to the two of them for the last 30 minutes.
Her hand that firmly grabbed his hair held Romance back, his head tilted so his throat was exposed and the collar with the tag that dangled beautifully was on full display. In Abby’s shirt, his face twisted in beautiful submission, eyes closed to fully savor the pain, mouth parted slightly and moaning, he looked like sin incarnate. Mira bit her lip to keep her legs from rubbing together and barely heard Abby’s labored gasps.
„He’s been so good.“ She congratulated herself on keeping her voice from breaking. „That’s why he deserves to wear my collar.“ She tightened her grip and was rewarded with a moaned whine, before she let go of him. Immediately, Romance shifted closer again, pressing his face where her skirt ended. So near the cunt he’d love to bury either his face or cock into and yet so far away. She grinned.
„And you?“ She placed her boot between Abby’s tits, gently but firmly pushing him back just a tiny amount. „So disappointing. You just can’t behave.“ She glanced down and then added: „And look how your cock jumps for me. Do you enjoy being under my boot? Where is your dignity?“
At this Abby chuckled weakly.
„Bold of you to assume I have dignity.“ He looked up and their eyes met for a second before he broke eye contact. Mira raised her eyebrows but she guessed it made sense. You couldn’t break someone over decades and centuries and then expect them to have self-respect. Especially not men like these two.
„Then you deserve nothing more than my foot.“ She leaned back and with the tip of her boot slowly traced the line between his abs down to his leaking cock, circling it before dipping below. Abby’s hips jerked and the friction of her boot against his hot flesh made him moan.
Mira smirked.
„You can hump my leg like the dog you are.“
Abby gasped when she moved her leg to position perfectly under his cock and seemed to want to fight back. He glanced up again and when they made eye contact, he broke. Mira’s breath hitched when Abby grabbed her leg, leaning forward and kissing the bare skin where her boot ended, before he slowly started to move. It only took a few seconds before his movements became erratic, desperately chasing friction. Mira couldn’t keep a moan from breaking free at this show of submission, which caused a shudder to go through Abby. Next to her, Romance whined in indignation and pushed against her but she ignored him. Right now, only Abby counted. Only the way he rutted against her leg as if he was the most desperate men in the world.
Damn, how she loved pathetic men crumbling at her feet.
It wasn’t long until Abby spurted all over her boot and he stilled, body pressed fully against her leg, panting and shuddering from the orgasm. Mira knew by then that her panties were soaked. She would have to have him do that again some time soon.
When he was done, Mira stood, petting him on the head as she went. Abby stayed on the ground, though much more relaxed now that he had gotten that orgasm out of his system. Romance was still fidgeting and whining but Mira kept ignoring him for now. She grabbed the second collar, identical to the first, and held it up for Abby to see. He smiled and lifted his head as she approached to let her have easier access. The collar closed snugly around his throat and Mira smiled in appreciation.
„You look good wearing only that.“ He looked up at her and smiled. She ruffled his hair once more before turning to Romance, who still sat obediently where she had left him and that view sent a new stroke of heat through her. He was panting with restraint, his eyes, now fully golden, begging her for something, anything, his cheeks flushed, hips twitching from time to time. The front of Abby’s shirt that hid his cock was completely soaked. Mira stepped closer until she stood next to him and he could lean against her. Her fingers went through his hair, gently scratching his scalp, getting some delicious noises in return as he kissed her stomach.
„You’ve been so good and haven’t gotten any attention yet…“
He whined in righteous indignation. She so loved it when he was so aroused, so in the zone, that he couldn’t speak. It was one of the few times he shut the fuck up for a few minutes. Well he still made noises but those weren’t as annoying.
Mira looked at his hands and hips, still perfectly still if a little twitchy.
„But still so good for me… I’m so proud of you.“ She knelt down and pulled him in for a kiss, nice and deep, before she stepped back.
„On the bed on your back. Undress.“
She watched him hurry to obey, before she began stripping and walked over. Once she stood near the bed, she took in the sight. Romance on the bed, hair framing his face like the perfect picture, cheeks flushed. His eyes were fully demonic but the usual slits were dilated so far they appeared human-like. He was panting in an effort to control himself and his sharp canines were visible. The muscles in his torso and arms were twitching with the effort to keep himself still and Mira could see faint purple markings ghosting all over his chest.
Seeing him like this, almost mad with lust and feral need yet still composing himself, being so good for her, looking at her with desperation, begging with his whole body for a sliver of her attention… it made her pussy throb with heat.
„You’ve been so good…“ She climbed on the bed and straddled him, letting her fingers run over his chest. He keened when she settled so his cock barely touch her cunt.
„So good… and good boys get a special treat.“ She lowered herself and rolled her hip forward so his cock was trapped between her wetness and his twitching muscles, pressed firmly on his stomach. She was pretty sure the noise he made was a sob. The patterns danced from his chest to his throat and when Mira finally settled on his hips with a heavy sigh as he stretched her open, there were tears in his eyes.
Perfection.
Mira moaned, feeling his hips twitch underneath her, as she rolled her own slightly, taking a second to get used to him.
„If I’d known you’d be such a docile demon after getting your brains fucked out a few times by a hunter I’d have done that ages ago“, she purred and watched him shudder.
She had pushed his limits time and time again and was now tiptoeing the line like a prima ballerina. She had broken both of them apart, completely wrecked them, and mended them together again. They were hers now. And they absolutely loved it. Loved her. That was never more obvious than in these moments when they were pushed close to their limits, close to madness, and yet managed to keep themselves obedient for her.
Abby could absolutely wait for her to throw her head back, lost in a moment of pleasure and pounce, gripping her with sharp claws and try to overwhelm her. Romance could let his composure slide and use his claws on her or actually bite down with his fangs, tearing at her flesh. Yet they didn’t. They never hurt her in a way she didn’t ask for. And she loved them for it. Loved feeling loved.
Her hands came to rest on his pecs, her sharp nails digging into his skin as she raked them downwards and was rewarded by another sob. Abby moved next to her, kneeling on the floor, eyes flickering between the two of them with burning desire. He had already come but Mira would bet he was rock-hard again from the way his eyes flashed golden for a split second every time she moved.
Romance whined and Abby moved to kneel on the other side of the bed, grabbing his arms and holding them. Mira took that as in invitation to torture both of them further and starting to fuck Romance harder, adding a cruel twist of her hips here and there, seeing how he squirmed, hearing Abby’s low growl. When she flexed her pelvic muscles, Romance arched his back so high she thought it would snap. With a manic grin, Mira found his nipples, pinching them hard with her nails. The strangled, breathless groans had her roll her eyes back. Knowing she wouldn’t last long anymore, she leaned forward, never stopping her hip’s movement, and grabbed his hair, yanking his head to the side sharply, while her left still scratched where it could, nails digging deep and likely drawing blood, and, with a deep growl herself, she bit down.
Romance screamed as he bucked under her, sending her over the edge with him diving right after her.
When Mira unclasped her jaw from his neck, she tasted blood.
„Whoops…“ She sat back up, pushing her suddenly very heavy body into a sitting position on Romance’s hip, feeling him slip out of her, followed by the sensation of his cum leaking onto him. She shuddered. Abby growled and she looked down. The sight was divine. Abby, eyes golden, was still holding Romance’s arms, looking up at her with adoration and lust. And Romance… gods he was beautiful. Half lidded eyes looked up, a satisfied smile on his lips. As Mira let her finger caressed the wound on his neck, he shivered with a moan.
She gently cupped his face and caressed his cheek with a thumb.
„Color?“
Romance nuzzled into her hand with a mumbled ‚green‘. Mira smirked.
„Good.“
She met Abby’s eyes, who mirrored his lover. Mira sat back and scooted higher.
„You made such a mess of me.“ Her smirk widened as she saw Romance’s eyes widen and a wide knowing grin appear.
„Go ahead, clean up your mess.“ She looked up at Abby. „Have your fun with him.“
The bigger demon grinned and stood, leaving Romance free to grab Mira's ass to eagerly shove her higher to his waiting mouth. She settled over his face with a satisfied moan, watching Abby out of the corner of her eyes. He winked at her, before grabbing the lube.
„Turn around, princess. I’ll give you a show.“
Oh, how could she deny that? They both knew how she liked to watch. So she followed, even though Romance didn’t want to let her at first, holding onto her hips with a needy whine that was twisted into a satisfied groan as she settled down again.
Abby crawled onto the bed, spreading the lube on his fingers generously before he leaned back and slipped them between his legs. Mira watched as he worked the fingers inside him, his cock twitching at the stimulation, face twisting with pleasure, the other hand caressing Romance back into action. Mira leaned forward slightly and gripped his cock, sliding around it with ease and just enough pressure to be noticeable but with the generous amount of pre-cum and her loose grip it was only a tease. Abby groaned, his hip twitching.
„Mean…“, he growled and Mira laughed, grinding her own hips downwards, towards the eager tongue.
„You love it.“
Abby only moaned as an answer but withdrew backwards to finally start the main act.
Mira loved seeing him like his, face unguarded and soft as he sank down slowly, taking his time to adjust. The way just abs twitched, wanting to move more. She knew he could take the pain of a quick fuck nearly as well as Romance. But where Romance reveled in it given the mood, Abby found it a necessity at best. Plus, he knew her. This was what she liked. And as much as she liked watching, she knew they liked being watched. Being desired through her looks.
Romance moaned deeply as Abby slid on him and Mira felt it reverberating in her whole body. She herself couldn’t hold back when Abby began to move. The way his body moved gracefully despite the muscle mass, his moans of pleasure, the way his muscles flexed with each moment, bringing out those abs that his beautiful cock bounced against, connecting them with a string of sticky precum. How Romance underneath her moaned into her, knowing just how to tease her in the way she loved but not too much so she could enjoy them longer. How his abdominal muscles twitched underneath her fingers, his arms wrapped around her legs to keep her in place like he never wanted to part from her ever again. And his tongue working wonders.
Her and Abby’s eyes met, his fully blown, her own surely similar.
Her boys were perfect. And she loved them so much.
She leaned forward, grabbed Abby’s hair and smashed her mouth on his, hungrily claiming him. He let himself be guided and groaned into her mouth when she bit down on his lower lip, pulling at him. Abby’s one hand found her shoulder to steady himself, the other fondled her breast. Her other hand alternated between torturing Romance by twisting his nipples and raking her nails over his skin, adding delicious pain, and wrapping around Abby’s cock, pumping it slowly.
They created a beautiful chorus of needy noises, the perfect harmony as they pushed each other closer and closer to the edge.
Abby was the first. He spilled hot over Mira’s hand and she watched his hips jerk, which sent Romance tumbling after him. Mira steadied her grip, closed her eyes and, to the combined sounds of her boys, let herself fall.
Mira let her finger caress the red welts from her nails that still covered Romance. He shuddered and pressed closer to Abby with a moan.
„It hurts so good“, he murmured against Abby’s side. The larger demon chuckled. He laid on his back, one of his lovers on each side. They had all cleaned up and were now resting, talking, just being near each other.
Mira smirked, then let her fingers gently brush the mark on his neck where she had drawn blood.
„Sorry about that… bit a bit harder than I thought.“
Romance sighed happily.
„Felt so good… thank you.“
„You’re such a depraved slut.“ Mira’s tone was light and full of love and both her boys chuckled.
„Says the one who gets off on that“, Abby countered.
„Touché.“ Mira yawned and stretched one more time before she settled down and closed her eyes. Her body ached in that wonderful tired way that came with a good workout.
„You’ll behave now I suppose?“
„Sure, we wouldn’t wanna get punished again after all“, Abby answered smugly, telling her that they would not behave. And that was alright with her. Otherwise it wouldn’t be half as much fun.