Chapter 83: Chapter 82: Such good manners
She obeyed, her heart hammering as she positioned herself. Damian and Damon moved to either side of the bed, both of them stripping with efficient movements. Eve’s mouth went dry at the sight of them.....powerful, dangerous, hers.
"Here’s what’s going to happen," Damian said, climbing onto the bed between her thighs. "Damon’s going to fuck your mouth while I fuck your pussy. We’re both going to come inside you at the same time. And then we’re going to switch positions and do it again. And again. Until you’re so full of us that you’ll be feeling it for days."
"And while we do that," Damon added, kneeling by her head, "you’re going to feed from both of us Eve you are going to pull our energy, take everything you need. Because after tonight, you’re going to try to dream-walk, and you need to be fully satisfied and completely fed. So there’s no chance your hunger distracts you from the task."
Eve could barely breathe. "Yes," she managed. "Please."
"Such good manners," Damon praised, his cock already hard and ready as he guided it to her lips. "Now Open wide, little dancer. Take me deep."
She opened her mouth, and Damon pushed inside with a groan. At the same moment, Damian thrust into her pussy, filling her completely in one smooth stroke.
The dual penetration made her moan around Damon’s cock, the vibration making him hiss. They found their rhythm quickly.....Damian pounding into her from below while Damon fucked her mouth from above.
"Feed," Damian commanded, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Take from us. Now."
Eve reached for their energy, pulling from both simultaneously. The rush was immediate and overwhelming.....two different flavors of power flooding into her at once. Damian’s was cold and controlled, like iron wrapped in ice. Damon’s was wild and chaotic, like lightning in a bottle.
Together, they filled her completely.
"That’s it," Damon groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. "Fuck, I can feel you pulling from me. It’s like you’re sucking my soul out through my cock."
"She’s clenching around me," Damian gritted out. "Every time she pulls energy, her pussy gets tighter. Fuck, Eve, you feel incredible."
They fucked her harder, faster, using her body with the kind of synchronized brutality that should have terrified her but instead made her burn hotter. She was completely at their mercy, impaled on both ends, helpless to do anything but take what they gave her.
And she loved it. And she was feeding and drawing the energy she needed from them at a very high spead.
The energy continued to pour into her, mixing with the physical pleasure until she couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and another began. She was going to come, going to shatter, going to...
"Not yet," Damian ordered, somehow sensing how close she was. "You don’t come until we fill you. Understand?"
Eve tried to nod, but Damon’s cock in her mouth made it impossible. She whimpered instead, a pleading sound that made both brothers groan.
"She’s begging," Damon panted. "Fucking begging with those pretty eyes. Should we be merciful, brother?"
"No," Damian said flatly. "She broke the rules tonight. She can wait."
They continued their relentless assault, and Eve felt tears leak from the corners of her eyes....not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of being used so thoroughly. Her jaw ached from Damon’s thickness, her pussy burned from Damian’s deep strokes, and her entire body thrummed with barely contained energy.
"Now," Damian finally commanded, his control fracturing. "Come now, Eve. Let us feel you fall apart."
Permission granted, her orgasm crashed through her like a tsunami. She screamed around Damon’s cock, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. The intensity of her climax triggered theirs....both brothers coming simultaneously, filling her from both ends just as Damian had promised.
She felt Damian’s release flooding her pussy, hot and claiming. Felt Damon’s cum shooting down her throat, forcing her to swallow. And through it all, their energy poured into her in a torrent, so much power that she felt like she might burst from it.
When they finally withdrew, Eve collapsed bonelessly against the bed, gasping for air. But they weren’t done.
"Switch," Damian ordered, and they moved with practiced efficiency.
This time, Damon was between her thighs, his cock still hard despite having just come. Damian positioned himself by her head, his gray eyes burning as he looked down at her.
"Open," he commanded, and she obeyed.
The second round was just as brutal as the first, just as overwhelming. They used her thoroughly, claimed her completely, marked her as theirs in the most primal way possible.
By the time they were finally done....after a third round that left all of them panting and covered in sweat....Eve could barely move. She lay in a puddle of their mixed releases, her body utterly wrecked and her succubus nature finally, blissfully satisfied.
"Now you smell right," Damian said with satisfaction, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Like all of us. Balanced."
Damon cleaned her gently despite having fucked her brutally, his touch surprisingly tender. "Think you can dream-walk after that, little dancer? Or did we fuck you too senseless?"
Eve managed a weak laugh. "We’ll find out."
From his chair, Silas watched with dark, hungry eyes. The connection between them pulsed with his desire, his wolf’s approval, his love.
Soon, Cain’s voice whispered through their bond. Soon I’ll claim you too. And then you’ll be complete.
Eve drifted off to sleep surrounded by her three mates, completely fed and thoroughly claimed, ready to test the limits of her new power.
This time, she’d walk into Damon’s dreams intentionally.
And God help them both.
*****
Eve woke to the now-familiar sensation of being thoroughly used and completely satisfied. Every muscle ached in the best possible way, and the sticky evidence of what Damian and Damon had done to her last night was still very much present despite someone having cleaned her while she slept.
Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, and she became aware of the solid warmth surrounding her. Damian was pressed against her back, one possessive arm locked around her waist. Damon had his face buried in her neck, his breath warm against her skin. And in the chair across the room—
Silas sat watching them with those dark, intense eyes, fully dressed and clearly awake for some time.
"Morning," he said quietly when he noticed her eyes open.
"Morning," she whispered back, not wanting to wake the other two. "How long have you been there?"
"A few hours." A small smile touched his lips. "I couldn’t sleep in my own bed. Kept feeling you through the connection, so I came back."
Eve’s chest tightened. The dream-walking had created a bond between them that made separation uncomfortable....she’d felt his absence too, even in sleep. A persistent pull toward where he should have been.
"Did it work?" Silas asked. "The intentional dream-walking with Damon?"
Eve concentrated, trying to remember her dreams. There had been something....flashes of violence and wild joy, the sensation of running through a dark forest with blood on her tongue. But it had felt distant, like watching through a window rather than experiencing directly.
"I don’t think so," she admitted. "I dreamed, but not like with you. It wasn’t... connected."
Silas nodded, looking oddly pleased by this. "Good."
"Good?"
"It means what we have is unique." He stood, crossing to the bed and crouching beside it so they were eye level. "The connection isn’t just about the dream-walking ability. It’s about us specifically. You and me."
Before Eve could respond, Damian stirred behind her. "If you two are going to have an intimate conversation, wait until I’m actually asleep," he muttered against her shoulder. "Or at least pretend I’m not here."
"Sorry," Eve said, though she wasn’t really.
Damian sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. The movement woke Damon, who made a grumbling sound of protest before his eyes focused on Silas.
"You’re back," Damon observed. "Couldn’t stay away?"
"The bond made it uncomfortable," Silas explained. "I could feel her even from my room. Feel that she was... satisfied but not complete without all three of us present."
"Interesting." Damian’s tactical mind was clearly already processing this information. "The dream-walking created a tether between you. We’ll need to document that for Elder Markov."
"Speaking of...." Damon stretched, his muscles rippling in ways that made Eve’s mouth go dry despite having been thoroughly ravaged hours ago. "Did the intentional dream-walking work?"
"No," Eve admitted. "I tried. Fell asleep thinking about Damon, visualizing entering his dreams, but nothing happened. Just normal dreams."
"So it’s not a controllable ability yet," Damian mused. "Or it requires specific circumstances we haven’t identified."
"Maybe it only works when there’s intense emotional need," Silas suggested. "Cain was desperate that night. Maybe Eve’s subconscious responded to that desperation and pulled her into my mind because I needed her."
"That would make it a reactive ability rather than proactive," Damian said. "Useful for sensing when your mates need you, but not for tactical applications like spying on enemies through their dreams."
"Unless those enemies are desperately obsessed with her," Damon pointed out. "Which, let’s be honest, might happen once the Seraphim Court realizes she exists."
The reminder of the outside threats sobered them all. It had been easy to forget, wrapped in the bubble of the estate, that Eve’s discovery was inevitable. That people were already looking for her.
"We’ll continue monitoring the ability," Damian decided, his alpha authority settling over the conversation. "But for now, we focus on the powers we know Eve has and making sure she can control them. Speaking of which...." He turned his full attention to her. "Elder Markov is coming by this afternoon. He’s found references to other succubus abilities in the ancient texts. We need to start testing you more systematically."
Eve’s stomach knotted with anxiety. "Testing how?"
"More controlled exercises," Damian assured her. "Nothing dangerous. But we need to know what else you’re capable of before something else manifests accidentally. The dream-walking proved that your powers are developing faster than expected. We can’t afford to be reactive anymore. We need to be proactive."
"What kind of abilities are we talking about?" Eve asked.
Damon grinned. "All kinds of fun things. Enthrallment.....making people do what you want just by looking at them. Emotion manipulation....changing how people feel. Energy reading....seeing the sexual or emotional energy in others. Illusion casting. Dream manipulation beyond just walking. The list goes on."
"Most succubi only develop one or two abilities beyond the basic feeding," Silas added. "But given how strong you are, and your royal bloodline, you might manifest several."
"Lucky me," Eve muttered.
Damian’s hand cupped her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "This isn’t a burden, Eve. It’s power. Power you’ll need to survive what’s coming. Every ability you develop makes you harder to kill, harder to control, harder to use against your will."
He was right, she knew. But the thought of more changes, more ways she wasn’t human anymore, made her want to curl up and hide.
"Come on," Damon said, breaking the heavy mood as he climbed out of bed. "Let’s get breakfast. You need fuel before Elder Markov starts poking at your powers."
They dressed in comfortable silence, though Eve noticed Silas stayed close to her, his hand finding hers whenever possible. The connection between them hummed with contentment now that they were in the same room.
