“What about…” he drawls, pulling the finger out. “What about I fuck you here?” He slides his finger alongside my cock into her cunt, and she buries her face in my throat with a beautiful groan.
“That one,” she pants. “Let’s do that.”
He grins over her shoulder at me and sheds his pants. “You good, brother?” he asks me as he grips his cock and lines up his head at her hole.
“I’m good,” I tell him, banding my arms around her torso and squeezing so she can’t move. “Butterfly, you’ll have to stay still for him, okay?”
She mumbles her agreement, and I feel him push into her slowly. His cock drags along mine, and I pant through the sensation. The feeling is intense, the pleasure of it indescribable as her pussy squeezes us tightly together. He works himself into her with short thrusts, pausing every few movements to let her adjust to the feeling.
Briar is a mess of moans and pleas, unintelligible sounds spilling from her mouth. She tries to buck into him, to force him deeper, and he swats her on the ass every time. I reach between us to rub her clit again, and she whimpers beautifully. When Gerrit is entirely inside her, her cunt clutching us together in a furious grip, I begin to move my hips slowly. He matches my movements, entering her when I’m exiting, and we develop a pace that has her losing her mind with pleasure.
When I pinch her clit, and she clamps down on us, screaming our names and going boneless between us, I nearly lose my head. It takes everything in me not to explode at that moment. But I want to claim one more of her releases. I want to give her one more explosion of pleasure before I find my own.
“Her ass,” I pant, trying to lock eyes with my brother. He understands my intentions, and I watch Briar turn into a weeping mess between us as he slides a finger into her tight back hole. She throws her head back with a cry, and then her fangs latch into my throat with a groan as she explodes.
Succubus benefits, I suppose.
I am a mere mage, unable to hold myself back any longer. The pleasure of her bite combined with the ecstasy of her warmth has me losing myself inside her in stuttering thrusts.
Gerrit roars out his release right after me, and when we both pull out of her, she drips our pleasure all over the sheets. We collapse into a sweaty heap, letting the morning light wash over us as we fall back into a sweet, lazy sleep.
Chapter26
Snake Bite
GERRIT - ONE YEAR LATER
“Nope!” Briar shouts, running away from me and laughing. “I refuse!”
“Get back here, you little witch!” I growl, chasing her around the clearing.
It’s time for us to try to get her out of the fairy circle again, but Briar refuses.
She says she likes it here now that we’ve replaced all the bad memories with good ones. We have spent the past year rewriting every bad memory with ones of our love.
And made this prison a home brimming with joy and happiness.
Flint, Hans, and I can leave the circle, but Briar is still trapped. We’ve been trying to determine what keeps her here, but we have been unsuccessful as of yet. I believe we need to find fairies to assist us now.
Honestly, I don’t think she’s trying that hard to get free.
“Father would like to have dinner with you!” I say, snagging her arm and pulling her to my chest. “You’re the future Duchess of Greenbell. The people need to know you.”
“The people would riot if they knew their Duchess was an immortal demon succubus. I propose Flint be the Duchess.” She slips out of my arms again, taking off across the clearing. “Besides, we know none of us age in the circle. What if I leave, and I start to age rapidly and die?”
“You’ve left before!” Hans shouts from the porch. “And you didn’t age then.”
“Well, sure,” she calls back dismissively, “but what if every year is like a hundred, and then you’re stuck bonded to some red-eyed, half-blind old crone? What if I mess up and shove you in the oven instead of the mincemeat?” She skips around the clearing, pulling up flowers as she goes. “Better not risk it.”
“Is that truly your concern?” I ask softly. I’m no longer following her. She looks up, sees my serious expression, and stops moving. “Are you afraid of your aging or of ours?”
“Yours,” she whispers. “Here, in the fairy circle, we can be together forever. If we live out there, I’ll watch you die eventually. You’ll die, and I’ll be alone.”
“You’re truly immortal, aren’t you?” I ask her. “Not just fairy circle immortal.”
“I think so.” She clears the distance between us and throws herself in my arms. “It seems to be the case based on my readings.”
Hans has left several times to travel around the land and locate books on succubae. I knew she had been reading them, but I didn’t realize this was one of the results.
