that hasn’t always been the case. Heaven and Hell have fought over how this world should be run, fought to hold the other accountable when things go wrong. Fought for souls to join our legions. Choice and agency are a tricky thing too, because factions with different ideas of how things should be done, and who should have power and control, pop up all the time. Take this Ophidian character for example. They declared war on Hell through their actions and now have to be dealt with. That happens in Heaven, Hell, and the Mortal Realm somewhat regularly.”
I nod and take in everything they’re saying. It makes sense. Humans have a penchant for fighting and power struggles, so I guess the souls of the other realms aren’t any different. All of this newfound knowledge is helping me to paint a picture of the guys’ lives and Hell in general. It’s eye-opening to learn about where they come from and what kind of pasts they’ve had. This is just the tip of the iceberg, but I’m looking forward to gathering more tidbits every day, and just learning more about what makes them, and this world I’m now a part of, tick.
I give a yawn, and Crux pauses his petting on my arm as he glances over at me. “You want to go to sleep, Jeter? You must be tired.”
“Exhausted,” I agree. “Everything happened with the Vestibule, and then I fell straight into Nihil and was promptly thrown into a dungeon. For the record, Hell dungeons are not comfortable. At all. Those metal beds are evil.”
Echo chuckles and kisses my head, smoothing down the bright purple tresses. “You should rest. We all should. It’s been a crazy...who knows how many fucking hours.”
“We should,” I say agreeably. “But…” I trail my finger up his chest at the same time that I start playing footsies with Crux.
“But…?” Crux repeats, waiting for me to elaborate.
“But I always sleep best if I have an orgasm right before.”
Echo tips back his head and laughs, his pale throat bobbing. I want to lean forward and lick the curves of it. “Listen to her. Multiple orgasms in the shower and she still wants more.”
“Well, she is a demon. Demons are greedy,” Crux says with a smirk.
I nod in agreement. “Very greedy…oh, and lustful,” I add for good measure, although really, this can’t be a surprise. I did openly claim all four of them for myself with no shame or hesitation.
“That’s right,” he says before sitting up and pinching the top of the silk robe I’m wearing. He slowly starts to drag it down my chest, until the fabric pools on my lap. Echo grabs it and flings it away.
All they have on are boxers, which do nothing to hide the fact that they’re already growing hard.
Echo sits up on his knees, and Crux looks over at him. “No hands?”
The shadow demon nods in agreement. “No hands.”
Oh fuck, why did that just make me so damn excited?
Echo’s black eyes come up to meet my gaze. “Hands up. I want you to grip the top of the headboard.”
Swallowing hard and growing wetter by the second, I do as he says, my fingers curling over the wood.
“Good, just like that,” he tells me. A tattoo slithers off his skin and swims up my exposed stomach until it splits off, trailing up each of my arms and then circling around my wrists like handcuffs holding me in place. My stomach fills with heat, sending it right between my thighs with a heady rush.
“That time in your living room, when you were grinding your sweet pussy on my cock and letting my shadows do filthy things to you? I can’t stop thinking about that. You were so fucking sexy. I wanted to fuck you right then and there.”
“I did too,” I admit, my chest rising and falling faster.
“I think you’re going to like the no hands play time,” he says with a smirk, and I look over just in time to see Crux crawling down my body, his lips leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses against my stomach.
I nearly whimper as he starts going lower and lower until he places a kiss on my inner thighs and then the spot right above my clit.
“Please,” I say, urging him to go where I want. I have been fantasizing about his tongue ever since I first saw it, and my body is tense and trembling in anticipation.
“Don’t worry,” Crux tells me. “You’ll be screaming our names