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The Demon Twins is a dark bisexual erotic short story featuring temptation, isolation, and supernatural seduction in a remote setting where desire quickly becomes something far more dangerous.

This is a spicy, self-contained short story ( < 9,000 words) intended for mature readers who enjoy bisexual spice, paranormal themes, morally ambiguous encounters, and erotic horror-tinged fiction.

Content note: explicit themes, dark sexual content, MM and MF scenes, and supernatural elements.

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From the open basement door, I could hear the distinct sound of footsteps from somewhere down the stairs in the dark.

That might've scared some, but as someone who wrote horror books for a living, I was well aware that strange noises were only really strange in pieces of fiction. Reality was actually much more mundane.

I'd bought a cabin out in the middle of nowhere so I could be alone. My family and friends didn't know about it, and I didn't even tell my agent I was doing it.

Though truth be told he and I were speaking less and less these days as my most recent manuscript remained of little interest to publishers. Genre horror fiction was an oversaturated market, and my premise wasn't unique enough to stand out, or so we were told.

I had considered telling my most recent romantic interest about it. I'd found myself floundering at our first date, and after she'd told me she'd never heard of me or any of my books, I was looking desperately for some way to validate my career. If I were successful enough to buy a second home, surely I would be worthy of a second date. Hell, I'd even have settled for a one-night stand. I wasn’t normally interested in that kind of thing - preferring authentic intimacy to rushed carnal pleasure - but with the epic drought I was in, I was open to pretty much anything that would get me a release.

I was glad I'd resisted the temptation to brag about the cabin, however. Best case scenario, I looked like an arrogant chud. Worst case scenario, I looked like Buffalo Bill trying to lure her out here so I could make a dress out of her skin.

No, this cabin was meant to be a place just for me, not me and the latest dating app failure. A place for me to write, of course, but also to do some real soul searching. The "how did my life get here and is it too late to turn back" kind of soul searching. It was best to be alone for that kind of thinking.

I guess I was foolish for thinking the local wildlife would be on board with that plan.

With a tired sigh, I groped around for the light switch I knew was there. This was only my first time staying in the house, and the second time even seeing it, but I could distinctly remember the light switch from my pre-purchase tour of the house.

There wasn't a police station around for twenty miles, so I was quite sure animal control would be even further. And seeing as how it was after three-thirty in the morning, no pest control would be open. Besides, if I were going to be spending time out here, I had to get used to dealing with country living all on my own.

My fingers finally found the light switch and flicked it on.

“Oh, you've got to be shitting me," I muttered as nothing happened.

I tried flicking it back and forth a few more times, but still nothing.

With another great sigh, I backed away from the door and closed it. I didn't need whatever was down there getting into the rest of the house.

I let out a mighty yawn and went in search of a flashlight. There was no way I was going back to sleep without at least knowing what was down there. It was loud enough - and therefore big enough - to wake me up in the middle of the night. So I knew I should probably try to get a glimpse of this thing now in case it was nocturnal.

I'd known enough about rural living and the unreliability of those power grids to pack both a flashlight and a lantern. Luckily, I hadn't brought too much over to the cabin, so I quickly located them both in a half-unpacked box in the bedroom alongside some extra towels and linens.

I opted for the flashlight, figuring it was best to keep as much distance between myself and the critter as possible.

As I stood up, I looked at my bed longingly. It had been a long day of driving and unpacking, and a major motivation for buying this place was to get better rest away from my shitty life back in the city.

But another thump from the basement drove the wistful desire out of my head.

"I'll be back in a minute," I said glumly to the messed-up sheets.

I quickly crossed the kitchen to the basement door and opened it once again. I clicked the heavy silver flashlight on and waved it hopefully down the stairs.

The dust of the basement sparkled in the light's beam like snowflakes, but that was about all the flashlight picked up. From the top of the stairs, I couldn't see into the rest of the basement, and whatever was making the noises down here wasn't cooperating by waiting at the landing for me.

"Damnit," I muttered and took the first step down.

***

I had to duck under a low beam that I was sure I'd slam my head on at some point as I entered. I moved cautiously down the stairs, pausing for a few seconds at each one while I strained to listen for further sounds of the animal.

As I neared the bottom, I moved even more slowly. The last thing I wanted was to get attacked by a raccoon at three-thirty in the morning. I didn't even know where the nearest hospital was.

By now, I could see into the rest of the basement at least, and my flashlight's beam swung back and forth across the room, scanning for any signs of movement. Away from the glow of the kitchen light, the room itself was pitch black, but with the help of the flashlight, I could see - with some annoyance - that a few piles of boxes remained. They must've been left by the previous owner.

I made a mental note to contact my realtor in the morning to let her know. We were out in the middle of nowhere with no trash pickup service, so I wasn't about to haul this crap out myself when it was the seller's responsibility to have it removed by closing.

I left the stairs and made my way cautiously through the room, tiptoeing so that I could hear the animal. It was difficult to do a thorough search, however. It was so dark down here that I couldn't get a good sense of the layout even with my flashlight.

Just as I was about to give up and go back upstairs, something against one of the walls glinted in my flashlight's beam, catching my eye. I swung the flashlight back, finding what looked to be some sort of metallic chalice or goblet on a dusty table.

Temporarily forgetting about the loose animal, I walked over to the table, spotting some half-burnt candles on it alongside the cup. I bent down slightly to get a good look at it.

It was covered in a thick coat of dust, but there was no doubt that it was made of gold. I picked it up, surprised at its heavy weight.

"Solid gold. Maybe I won't call the realtor after all."

I brought the chalice up to eye level, examining it with the aid of the flashlight, and saw that it wasn't overly ornate. There weren't any jewels or anything, though there were lines etched around the rim that looked like they could've been a foreign language. I made a mental note to take a picture with my phone later to try and translate.

The bowl of the chalice was a little discolored. It seemed stained rather than painted with what looked to be red wine. I ran a finger along the bowl's surface, trying to scratch some of the discoloration off, but had no luck. It was embedded in the metal.

"Hm," I said as I put the chalice back down on the table.

I'd have to examine it a little more closely in the bright of day. I didn't think gold could stain like that, but I was sure I could find a way to clean it online.

But for now, I decided to finally head back to bed. Whatever animal was down here was clearly hiding from me, and I didn't feel like fumbling around in the dark any longer.

I walked over to the stairs and turned around to take one last look around. I dragged the flashlight's beam slowly around the room.

"You really couldn't have shown up earlier today?" I asked the empty room, the exhaustion seeping back into me.

"No."

Just as the voice answered me, I saw two yellow pinpricks of light at eye level in my periphery.

"Fuck!" I screamed as I jumped about five feet in the air.

My flashlight crashed with a thunderous sound in the stillness of the basement. It turned off as it hit the ground, plunging the whole room into absolute darkness. I didn't bother trying to pick it back up, however. I turned and ran towards the stairs, which were still faintly lit by the kitchen light.

I hauled ass up the steps, taking them several at a time, and cast a desperate look behind me.

Someone - or something - was rushing after me. I saw pale skin, bright orange hair, and something that looked very much like a tail. It scrambled up the stairs on all fours like an animal at a speed much greater than my own.

I turned back around, but before I could even formulate the thought "what the fuck," my head came crashing straight into the low beam at the top of the stairs.

***

"I get to go first this time."

"Actually, we're going to let him decide.”

“Oh, because you care so much about these people?”

“No, because it’s the only fair way to do it.”

Strangely, my first thought was one of relief. It was a person in my basement. Well - multiple persons. But they were clearly human and speaking English right above me. Whatever monstrosity I'd thought I'd seen had clearly been fear and the dark playing tricks on me.

My eyelids were so heavy I couldn't pry them open. I tried to lift my head up or even move it to the side, but it felt like there was a bag of sand or concrete sitting on my face.

"Fine," the first voice said. It was a male voice, and it almost purred; it was so smooth. "We're going to let him decide on me first."

"He may not even be interested in you," the second voice scoffed. It was a feminine voice, but it was sharp and dominating.

My head screamed in pain from the blow to the beam, which wasn't helped by the hardness of the floor that I now lay on. Though it wasn't as hard as it should've been. It was difficult to say for sure, but I didn't feel as if I were lying on a hard basement floor. It felt more like there was a thin rug beneath me.

"Please," the male said, scoffing even more emphatically. "They all are interested in me."

"Not Thaddeus."

"Thaddeus?" The male laughed. "Is that the best you could come up with, Sitri? A seventeenth-century puritan bumpkin so repressed you would've needed an entire legion to pull him from the closet?"

"Puritan bumpkin he may have been," the one named Sitri said. "But he somehow resisted the temptation of the mighty Saleos."

The other, I presumed named Saleos, laughed. "Yes, well, I do not think that will be the case with this one here."

Now that it was abundantly clear they were talking about me, I stayed completely still, not wanting them to know I was awake. Given how loud their voices were, they must've been close by, and I wasn't kidding myself that I had any ability to make a great escape at this point.

“Well, regardless of what you think, we’ll just have to wait and see what he says. But we won't have to wait much longer - our new friend has been awake for some time it seems."

Shit.

"Who are you?" I managed to say, though it felt like I had gravel in my mouth. I still couldn't open my eyes; they were glued shut. "What do you want?"

"If you've indeed been listening," Sitri said, the hot breath on my cheek told me she was hovering right above me. "I would think what we want is quite obvious."

I yelped as something sharp gently stroked my cock, which was, to my horror, completely exposed.

Whatever grogginess - likely a concussion - had been keeping my eyes shut finally lifted.

The first thing I noticed was that I was still in the basement. The candles on the little table had been lit, providing a soft, warm illumination to the room. The second thing I noticed was that I was completely naked. Only after I'd taken this all in did I set eyes on the person who had been speaking to me.

But person was not exactly the right word.

Sitri was a woman in some senses. She stood upright before me, tall, pale, and…well, gorgeous. She had a tangle of long, fiery red hair that ended just above large, soft breasts with nipples almost as red. Her hips were curved to perfection and hinted at an equally perfect ass. But that was where the similarities to any woman I'd ever seen before ended. Her long and lean arms ended in blackened hands that were better described as talons, as did her feet. A long, white tail snaked behind her menacingly.

So my mind hadn't been playing tricks on me after all.

"This is just a nightmare," I said, my voice gaining clarity.

Sitri laughed harshly. "Are you telling that to me or to yourself?" She crouched down next to me. "And even if it was, I'm not sure nightmare is the right word. At least not according to your...reaction."

She drew a single claw gently across my cock once again, and despite the horror of it all, my already hardening member filled even further with blood.

I groaned and tried to pull myself away from her touch, but the effort was futile. I still lacked control of my own body.

"Don't touch me," I said.

To my great surprise, she obeyed. She removed her hand from my cock and stood back up.

"What have you done to me?" I asked.

"I have done nothing to you," she answered. "You hit your head and fell down the stairs. We laid you down on this rug and have been waiting for you to wake up. You are lucky you are still alive."

I blinked a few times and looked around. "Where's the other one? The man you were speaking to."

I looked around again but saw no sign of anyone else in the room. But when I looked back at Sitri, I yelled in fright once more.

Gone was the beautiful woman. In her place stood a tall and muscular man. He too was completely naked.

His skin was darker than hers, and he had a mess of black hair instead of red on his head. He was exceptionally lean, with chiseled pecs and abs that looked carved from stone. His hands and feet were similarly taloned, though he had no tail that I could see. The only thing that hung between his legs was his heavy and meaty cock.

I looked away after realizing I'd been staring at it, and the man laughed as I did so.

"There is no need to be bashful," he said. "You're hardly the first to be awestruck by the famed cock of Saleos."

"What the fuck-“ I said, finally finding the strength to sit up. "What the fuck are you? Where did the woman go?"

"Ah," he said, coming to a crouch next to me. "Now you are finally asking the right questions."

He reached over towards my cock, but I swatted him away. I was finally getting control of myself. In another few minutes, I might even be able to run away.

"Don't touch me. If I didn't want her touching me, I definitely don't want you touching me."

Saleos tutted as he shook his head. "You can lie to me, and you can even lie to yourself. But your cock can't lie. It hasn't exactly lost any of its um...enthusiasm."

He wasn't wrong. If anything, my cock was harder than it was before.

“Okay, well that doesn't change the fact that I'm not gay," I said. "Or bi. So just keep your distance and tell me what the hell you want from me. You broke into my house wearing weirdo costumes or something. You took all my fucking clothes off, but actually listen when I tell you to get off me, so you must want something else. What is it?"

Saleos sighed and stood back up. "I always hate this part. Seems like such a waste of time."

"What part?"

Saleos walked over to the table with the chalice, his firm ass rising and falling with each step. I looked away, confused as to why I’d been staring at it. Saleos lifted the chalice and looked at it almost absentmindedly.

"The part where we have to convince you this is really happening."

I blinked and gasped. Sitri was back, standing exactly where Saleos had been. She was holding the chalice just as he was. It was as if he'd never even been there.

"I'm hallucinating," I said to myself, trying to take deep breaths. "An animal chased me up the stairs, I bumped my head, and now I'm hallucinating."

“Well, that is one out of three, at least," Sitri said and put the chalice back on the table. "Saleos can be wrong about a great many things, mostly revolving around the magnificence of his cock, but he's right that this part is quite tedious. So I will get right to it. Saleos and I do not belong to this world - much as we would like to. It's a long and boring story, but many, many years ago someone figured out how to create a rift between our world. I confess I do not fully understand it, but it has something to do with this." She swatted at the chalice with one of her claws, and it fell over with a thud on the table. "We cannot go much further than wherever this cup goes, and it has been some time since anybody has come down here. Years, I think."

I blinked, and Saleos reappeared. "Centuries, darling," he said. "It's been frightfully long." One of his blackened hands reached down to stroke his growing cock.

Sitri appeared once more at my next blink. "Years," she corrected with an eye roll. She tossed back her fiery hair. "You'll have to excuse Saleos. He's even hungrier than I am and can be prone to exaggeration."

The rapid emergence and disappearance of Saleos drove the last hope that these were just normal - albeit psychotic - people from my mind. There was no sleight of hand happening. They were somehow vanishing and reappearing at will, which meant I was either dreaming or hallucinating.

I hoped.

"H-hungry?" I started to see those claws in an entirely new light. They looked sharp enough to shred my flesh as easily as if it were butter.

Hallucination or not, everything so far had felt quite real, and I assumed the bite of those talons would as well.

Sitri smiled. "Sorry. I was attempting to be demure; I didn't intend to scare you. We both have...cravings, needs," she said.

With all the nakedness and attempts to stroke my cock - it wasn't hard to figure out what she meant.

"O-okay, well, it seems like you have each other for that, so don't let me get in the way. Help yourself to the basement and go nuts. I'll just be going now."

I tried using my arms to lift myself off the ground, but found I was still too weak to do so.

Saleos laughed and walked back towards me. "Doesn't quite work like that, in case you haven't figured it out." He squatted next to me, his cock hanging uncomfortably close. Close enough to reach out and touch. "This portal or rift - whatever you want to call it - it's quite small, unfortunately. Only one of us can be here at a time. And while we do fuck each other in our own world - quite often actually - it doesn't come nearly close enough to scratching the itch that fucking a human does. So that's where you come in."

The absurdity of what he said forced me to laugh. "Okay, so let me get this straight. You expect me to believe that you two are creatures from some other world - some other dimension - and you come here to just have sex with humans? Do you realize how absurd this sounds?"

Saleos shrugged. "Not that absurd considering every religion on your planet has a name for entities like us."

My mind whirled at this, and a puzzle piece fell into place. "You're demons?" I laughed.

"Not the usual response to that realization," he said. "But yes. In a sense.”

I laughed even harder. "Okay, I must've hit my head harder than I thought."

I continued to laugh, doubling over as Saleos stood up. "Sitri, dear, please show him so we can get on with it."

"Yes," I said, through tears, to the redhead. "Please prove it. Possess me, or make that box float through the air."

I held my hand out and pointed to one of the stacked boxes in the room. Moving so quickly I could barely see, Sitri brought a taloned hand through the air and sliced my index finger clean off.

I stared at the stump in horror and started screaming in pain as the blood started to spurt out.

"What the f-"

Before I could finish, however, Sitri grabbed my wounded finger, and the pain disappeared instantly. She took her hand away, and my finger was whole again as if nothing had ever happened. In fact, I would've assumed nothing had ever happened, and it was another hallucination, except for the blood that had squirted from my finger was very much still there, splattered all over my leg.

I looked up to see Saleos smiling. "She has such a way with words, doesn’t she? Now was that enough for show and tell, or does she need to come back and give another demonstration?"

I blinked stupidly, and Saleos raised his eyebrows, his black eyes widening in expectation.

"No," I said with a shake of my head.

"Good." He clapped his hands. "Now we can get to the fun part. As my lovely twin was saying-" He stopped as he noticed my mouth begin to fall. "Oh, right, you humans are squeamish about that. Don't worry, she's not actually my twin. We're not even related. Demons are spawned, not birthed, so we can't be. Someone just started calling us twins eons ago because of how inseparable we are, and the name stuck. Anyway," he clapped his hands again. "Though it may not seem like it - what with your concussion and all - today is your lucky day. Because my twin and I are ravenously...hungry...so you get the distinct honor to fuck two of the most beautiful creatures in either your world or mine in the same night. All you have to do is pick which one of us you want first."

His clawed hand reached for my cock and started to stroke it.

About a hundred things were going through my mind, but all I managed to say was, "I'm straight."

Saleos rolled his eyes. "Yes, you've already said that, but..."

His eyes pointed down at my cock, which was rock hard in his hand.

"I'm serious," I said, having enough strength to pull away from him. "I've only ever had sex with women."

Saleos smiled roguishly. "That's not the same as being straight now, is it?"

Rather than reaching for my cock again, he started to stroke his own. I watched mesmerized as it grew and grew in his hand with each pump.

I hadn't been lying. I'd never been with a man before. But Saleos wasn't lying either. That wasn't the same as being straight. Though I'd never admitted it to anybody, I'd fantasized plenty about being with another man that way. Hell, I watched gay porn as much as straight these days. Even though I’d never told anybody, I wasn't ashamed of it. Not really. I’d always kept the door open for experimenting at some undefined later point in life, but my dating life was complicated enough as it was. I wasn't in any rush to make it more so.

My hand started to twitch as it begged to reach out and touch another cock for the first time. But before I could act on the impulse, I blinked, and the cock was replaced by the ruby red lips of Sitri's pussy.

"No means no, Saleos," she said as she rubbed her long, sharp fingers up and down the outside of her slit while she crouched next to me.

I watched in amazement as she deftly maneuvered her talons around her sensitive folds so as to rub and not cut them. I groaned as I stiffened painfully.

As absurd as it was, I felt a desperate need to fuck her. Her feminine musk was overwhelming, and it was all I could do not to pull her crotch right into my face.

"What's happened to me?" I asked, my eyes glued to her cunt, which was starting to glisten. "Is this a spell or something?"

Sitri laughed breathily from above me. "It is your desire," she said. "I'm guessing your legs started working some time ago. If you're still here, it's because you want to be."

I shifted in my seat, shocked to find out that Sitri was quite right. My legs worked fine.

Sitri laughed as I tried successfully to bend my knees. "You know where the stairs are if you'd like to leave."

I glanced at the stairs, which were indeed just an easy few feet away. I glanced back at Sitri, who was now twisting one of her nipples with her free hand, a talon drawing pebbles across her nipple.

"I still think there's some sort of spell," I said, watching her transfixed. “Because fucking a demon seems like a really bad idea.” 

She waited for me to finish, head cocked as she slowly stroked herself. Fuck, I was so horny. It had been so long. I felt like I was about to come just by watching her.

“But…I also don't care."

Sitri laughed and stopped pleasuring herself. "Good boy."

She twisted around and lowered her cunt onto my face just as her lips wrapped around my cock.

"Oh fuck," I moaned as I tasted her lips on mine, her arousal salty and sticky on my tongue.

My balls swelled quickly as she ran her hot mouth up and down my shaft. I felt like I was going to come any second.

"It's been a while," I said by way of preemptive explanation.

I slid my tongue down her pussy, reveling at the shudder I produced.

She laughed as she freed her mouth from my cock. "I promise…however long it's been for you, it's been longer for me.”

She moaned loudly as my tongue found her clit and circled it. She wasn’t lying. Her clit felt hard and swollen with desire under my tongue, and every movement across it elicited shudders, moans, or both. Her tail swirled rapidly above my head.

“Oh hell,” she moaned, arching her neck up and temporarily stopping my blowjob. “Right there. Keep pressing right…fucking…there.”

I kept my tongue pressed hard on her clit, and she shoved herself into my face so completely I couldn’t breathe. Rather than dare pull away, I buried my face in her cunt as she wrenched herself back and forth on my face, chasing her orgasm.

Just as I began to seriously wonder if I was going to suffocate, Sitri cried out sharply. Her thighs clenched, her tail smacked against my back, and her whole body vibrated as new and wonderful fluids seeped from her sex. When she was finally done, she collapsed on top of me, her head resting on my pubic bone just inches from my very hard cock. My face was absolutely painted with her arousal.

“Do not worry,” Sitri said with a laugh, reading my thoughts. “Even demons have manners. I haven’t forgotten about you. I just…need a minute. That was a very overdue release.”

While I waited, I absentmindedly stroked the long red hair that pooled on her back as her tail absentmindedly stroked my arm. Beggars could hardly be choosers, and this was the first time I’d had someone naked on me in a long time. If I had to wait a little longer, then I’d just have to wait.

But did I?

“Sitri,” I said, taking a minute to make up my mind. “While you rested…would…uh…”

She pressed herself up and looked back at me, a wicked grin on her red lips as she waited for me to get the words out.

“Yes?”

Damn, she was going to make me spell it out even though she knew full well what I wanted.

“Well, would…uh…you know, would Saleos be available? Just while you rested, I mean.”

Sitri burst into laughter while I burned red with embarrassment.

“Oh, you naughty boy. You do want some of his cock. Oh, he’ll never let me hear the end of this.”

“If it’s a problem, I don’t have to,” I said quickly. “I much prefer you, and girls in general, I mean.”

She laughed again. “You have no need to explain yourself to me. It’s your world, not mine, that has all these backwards notions about sex. I just wish I could watch you two. His cock really is magnificent, and yours is not too bad either.”

She put my cock in her mouth and began to suck. My eyes rolled to the back of my head with pleasure.

“Oh, don’t you go passing out again,” a voice purred from down by my crotch. “I only just got here.”

I looked down to see Saleos rubbing his tongue over the head of my shaft.

“I don’t want that,” I said, pulling my cock from his mouth.

One more trip down my shaft, and I was sure I’d come. And I wasn’t ready for that just yet.

“Oh, for hell’s sake,” Saleos said, throwing his head back in exasperation. “I thought we were done pretending- oh!“

I managed to shut him up by stuffing his cock into my mouth.

I didn’t give myself time to think or second-guess, and I was so glad for it.

His cock slid into my mouth surprisingly easily. My head bobbed up and down as my tongue ran along his shaft and just under his head. The sensation in my mouth was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I would've thought it was just like having a finger in my mouth, but it was so much more than that. It was electrifying.

Back and forth, my tongue darted over this new appendage as my own continued to bob painfully. Though I'd never done this before, it was surprisingly instinctual. I just did whatever I thought would've felt good for me. And it seemed to be working.

Just as my jaw was beginning to ache, I sensed a familiar change coming over Saleos. His body was tensing, and his breathing intensified. I matched his movements by increasing my pace. An unexpected wave of excitement was starting to build in me. I wanted very badly to get to what came next.

My hand started helping out as I gripped it around his shaft once again, the farthest thing from reluctant, and it traced the movements of my mouth as we went back and forth.

"Now," was all Saleos said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I pumped furiously, starving and impatient.

With a grunt, he exploded. Hot and creamy jets of semen began to fill my mouth as I pulled more and more out of him. After several more strokes, I swallowed and finally released his quivering cock from my mouth. Any reluctance I had now was about letting it go. I licked a drop of semen from my lips, savoring the salty taste.

"Good?" Saleos asked, sitting up with a grin.

I simply nodded. It was good. Very good. I was a little overwhelmed by what had just happened and what my enjoyment of that act meant for me and my sexuality. But overwhelmed in a good way. What lay before me - sexually speaking at least - was fascinating and new. The taste of Saleos’s semen was still in my mouth, and Sitri’s own feminine ejaculate covered my face. How had I been so narrow-minded before? How had I not opened myself up to this possibility?

“Now,” Saleos said, but he paused to shudder as I licked a lingering drop of semen from his cock. “What can my twin and I do for you?”

***

"Generous of you to offer," I said with a grin.

Saleos cocked his head and grinned back. "Did you expect anything else?"

"Well, yeah," I laughed. "I mean, you're demons after all. Part of me wondered if you'd disappear as soon as you got off."

Saleos threw his head back and laughed. “Well, I suppose I can't speak for Sitri, but I've certainly got more than one orgasm stored up after all this time."

I blinked, and Sitri appeared.

"Many more," she emphasized as she moved towards me and pressed me onto the ground.

She leaned over, hard nipples pressed against my chest, and snaked her tongue up my neck and around my ear. Her tongue was more reptilian than human. A shiver ran through my body.

"But there's more to it than that," she whispered.

She stood back up and squatted, aligning herself over my cock.

"What do you mean?" I groaned as my painful erection slid into Sitri’s impossibly hot cunt.

Still swollen from her orgasm, my dick barely fit. Her taloned feet, which were planted next to my hips, flexed from the effort, tapping sharply on the basement floor. I'd somehow lasted much longer than I thought possible when she was sucking my dick. I knew that wouldn't be the case again.

"When we said we were ravenous before, we weren't just speaking about our own pleasure."

She grasped my hips with each of her hands, the claws biting sharply into my skin. I sucked in a sharp breath and drove myself deeper into her.

"Your pleasure is actually what we really need."

She started to slowly rock herself on top of me, rising and falling as I pressed into her inner walls.

"I'm going to come soon," I warned.

"Do it," she commanded.

She increased her speed, and the sound of our pelvises slapping into each other echoed loudly throughout the empty room. After a few seconds, the familiar itch started to reach unbearable levels.

"Fuck, fuck," I groaned.

Her nails dug into me, drawing blood as she drove into me harder, slamming down onto me from her squat.

That sent me over the edge, and I shot my first jet of semen into her.

"More," she commanded, gripping me even harder.

I cried out in equal measures of pain and pleasure. I grabbed fistfuls of her flaming hair, which was dangling tantalizingly in front of her pale breasts, and pulled hard as I filled her with my seed.

Sitri cried out in pain of her own, but that only made me yank even harder.

She made no attempt to stop me, however, and it was a full minute before I finally let go, my orgasm finally wrung from me.

Sitri pulled herself off of me, leaving a trail of her arousal and my semen sliding down my shaft.

I lay there panting and spent, and I needed to take several deep breaths to feel like I was even getting oxygen into my brain. It felt more like I’d donated a few pints of blood rather than just a few ounces of semen.

“What the fuck just happened?” I laughed weakly as I asked.

That was no ordinary orgasm, that was for sure. There’ve been times when I had to take several deep breaths after coming particularly hard. But this was not that. I was essentially paralyzed. All my strength had been leeched from me, seemingly flowing out of me with my semen.

I might’ve been more worried, but my energy was returning. Slowly - but still coming back - so whatever had happened wasn’t permanent. And even if it had been, it might’ve still been worth it.

It wasn’t just my toes - my entire body had curled as I shot my initial load into Sitri. 

It was going to be hard to go back to sex with normal women after that.

But maybe I wouldn’t have to? After all, what was stopping this from becoming an ongoing thing? Both Sitri and Saleos. As much as I’d already done with him, I knew there was still so much to learn about fucking other men. Why did it ever have to stop?

I owned the place after all. And they said they couldn’t leave as long as the cup was here. They were certainly ravenous - as they put it - but I had quite the sexual appetite of my own as well. Could I take the cup with me back to the city and fuck them there too?

“Hey, Sitri?”

I wanted to ask her these very questions, even if I was a little afraid of the answers. But when she didn’t answer, I finally mustered up the energy to open my eyes and look around. Sitri was gone. 

And Saleos hadn't replaced her.

***

I sat up quickly, my heart rate and breathing no longer sluggish but rapid. I looked around the candle-lit room and blinked several times, but still they did not appear.

"Sitri?" I called out. "Saleos?"

I looked over my shoulder, but still did not see them, so I started to get up.

"Going somewhere?" Saleos purred.

I whipped my head back around to find Saleos on his knees between my legs.

"Where were you?" I tried not to sound too desperate.

"Ah, you missed us, did you?"

He grinned before lowering his mouth onto my cock. Although it had already softened, it stiffened back up as he ran his tongue along my shaft.

"I apologize for startling you," he said before giving my dick another stroke. He was cleaning my semen and Sitri’s fluids from it like a cat might clean its fur. "As my twin told you, this-" he collected another white bead into his mouth. "This is what we're really after. And since you were kind enough to fill her up…she was kind enough to share."

His tongue swirled around my cock, cleaning the last remaining drops.

"Share? I don't under-"

Saleos rolled his eyes as he sat up.

"I licked your come out of her delightful pussy back in our own world." He laughed. "Clear enough?"

"Oh," was all I thought to say as the image of it popped into my head.

I reminded myself that they weren't actual twins, and my balls started to tighten as I imagined it.

"I wish I could've seen that," I added.

Saleos chuckled, and in a blink, Sitri was back.

"It was quite the sight," she admitted.

Since I was sitting up, she settled into my lap. She didn't put me inside her, which I was thankful for as my cock’s head still felt very sensitive, but her wet lips rubbed along my shaft. She placed her arms around my neck, her claws resting on my back as our faces were just inches from each other. Her hair was tousled and wild all over her shoulders and face. Jealousy shot through me as I realized she must’ve had another orgasm with him.

"You had left a very large load inside me," she continued, her hot breath on my face. "And that greedy demon wanted to drink as much of it as I'd let him."

I moaned softly as I pictured it, and the wetness around her labia increased as she grinded on my cock.

All of a sudden, Saleos was there in my lap instead of Sitri. He gripped our cocks together with one clawed hand and stroked them against each other. I gasped as our heads rubbed together.

"And since I am so big," he said. "My tongue had to get really deep inside her to get it all."

I moaned again, much less softly this time, and rubbed the two cocks together harder.

"Fuck," I said through heavy breaths. "I don't know how, but I think I’m close to going again soon."

Sitri laughed as she appeared, her soft wet lips replacing Saleos’s cock. “Well, as much as I crave more of you, I think I’ll have to let Saleos have the next…helping.” She bit my lip as she kissed me. “So how will you give it to him? In his mouth? Or somewhere else?”

She reached around, and one of her taloned fingers found my ass. Ever so gently so as not to hurt, she stroked my entryway, sending a jolt of foreign pleasure through me.

“I want something first,” I said, surprising even myself with my abruptness. But her playing had put the thought in my head.

She studied me with a coy grin, her tail playing lazily on her shoulder.

“You do? And you don’t think we’ve given you enough already?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. But I also think you want my semen pretty badly for whatever reason. So I’m bargaining. And besides, I hardly think what I want will be objected to.”

“Well, ask away then,” she said, her tail swaying behind her once more. “Though I warn you, we can’t grant you money or fame or anything like that. We’re not genies-”

“I want Saleos to fuck me in the ass,” I said quickly, almost as if I were scared I’d change my mind.

Before Sitri could finish smiling, she was gone, and I felt a strong hand on my back.

“Maybe I am a genie after all,” Saleos purred from behind me. “Because your wish is my command.”

His hand pushed against me, bending me over back onto my hands and knees. The head of his cock nuzzled my asshole - it was slick with something.

“Saleos, wait.”

“Yes?” he drawled, rubbing his cock in little circles around my hole, like a shark circling its prey.

The waves of pleasure that Sitri had elicited were back.

“I’ve…uh…oh god.” Ecstasy spread through me as Saleos stimulated nerve endings I didn’t even know were there. I moaned loudly before I kept going. “I’ve never done this before. Is it going to hurt?”

Saleos chuckled. “Does it feel like it’s going to hurt?”

He rubbed his head a little harder on me, even breaching into me ever so slightly.

“No,” I gasped.

“Cocks are just one thing people have been shoving into their asses for millennia. We wouldn’t be doing it if it didn’t feel good.”

It was a fair point, and I was about to say as much, but I was interrupted by the entry of his cock’s head into me.

“Ohh,” I moaned.

Before I could appreciate the feeling, however, I felt a sharp pain as he worked himself further into me.

“It hurts,” I said through a grimace. “Take it out.”

“You’re clenching,” Saleos said soothingly, though he didn’t take it out as I’d asked. “Relax, and it’ll stop hurting.”

“I can’t.” My teeth were clenched tighter than my ass. “It hurts too much.”

“You need to trust me,” Saleos said. He had stopped moving further in, but he hadn’t pulled out at all either. “Take a deep breath.”

I did as he said and was pleasantly surprised to find the pain reduced slightly.

“And another,” he said.

The pain dropped even further.

“Good,” he said. “Keep going. It’s working already.”

He slid himself further in, and while the feeling of fullness intensified, the pain kept receding.

“More,” I grunted, pleasure now fully outweighing the pain.

Saleos laughed. “I told you to trust me.”

He slowly pressed his way all the way in until his pelvis bumped into my ass.

“How does this feel so fucking good?” I asked, gasping.

I was so incredibly full, and Saleos’s cock was pressing on something - I assumed my prostate - that was radiating warmth and pleasure throughout me in a way I’d never felt before. My dick bobbed, hard as iron, below me.

Saleos chuckled before starting his first pump. He slowly pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in again. I groaned with pleasure.

“Harder.”

“Weren’t you the one just asking me to take it out?” he asked with a laugh.

Mercifully, he didn’t make me beg any further. With the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times, he ramped up his pressure slowly but methodically, occasionally pulling out to apply more of the lubricating substance he was producing from somewhere.

I gripped the rug in front of me so hard it bunched up around my fingers as he utterly filled me with his cock, ramming my ass with an intensity I couldn’t believe I could not only take it - but crave it.

I took one hand from the floor and started to stroke my cock. The pressure inside me was causing a deep and ravenous need for my own release, and I timed my pumps with those of Saleos behind me.

He chuckled from above me. “No coming until I do, young man.”

“You’re going to have to hurry up then,” I chuckled back.

“Your wish is my command,” he said once again.

He pulled out and, without warning, flipped me over onto my back.

“I’d rather not lick that glorious come off this dusty rug,” he explained.

From his knees, he entered me once again, both of us groaning as he did so.

“Better view for me anyway,” I said once he’d buried himself to the hilt.

I reached up and felt his smooth and sharpened abs. I’d always been drawn to muscular and fit men, staring at their bodies for way longer than was probably normal. I now knew why.

“Quite,” he said with his characteristic grin and fondled my cock, which bounced on my stomach.

Saleos then gripped my hips on either side with his clawed hands, picked up his pace, and started fucking my ass relentlessly. I had no idea how, but there was no pain, only pleasure as his ample cock slid in and out of me furiously. I started stroking myself even faster as his pelvis slammed into my ass over and over.

Between his clenching of my hips and his ferocious pace, I could tell Saleos was getting close. He’d even started to draw blood where his talons met my skin. I could not care less.

“Come in me,” I said, urging him on. “Fill me up. Fill me until I’m fucking leaking.”

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” Saleos asked breathily.

But before I could come up with something clever to say back, Saleos’s orgasm overtook him. His furious pumps turned into ragged spasms as he filled me with his semen. I quickly got my wish as I felt a warm liquid trickling down my asshole. That was all it took to send me over my own cliff.

With a moan, my ass clenched against Saleos’s cock, and its presence somehow made my orgasm more intense than it’d ever been. It was as if his cock were pressing a secret button inside me, and the first jet of come flew so far it landed on my own face.

That was all the semen Saleos was apparently willing to part with, however. He bent over, pulling out of my ass slightly as he did so, and fitted his mouth over my cock. I pumped stream after stream of come into his mouth, even further turned on by the warm stream of his come leaking out of me.

As was the case with Sitri, I felt like I produced more fluid than I’d ever done before. Saleos swallowed several mouthfuls before I felt like my orgasm was rolling to a finish. After my last pump, my arm fell to the side. My legs, which had been propped up as Saleos railed me, collapsed on the ground as he stood up.

My legs and arms were dead weight - I had no energy left to move them whatsoever.

“Fuck,” I said with a laugh. “That was incredible, Saleos. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on that all these years. That was better than anything I’ve ever had before.”

“I think I hear a challenge,” Sitri said from somewhere above me. 

One blackened foot stepped over me, and she squatted down in front of me. Her fine orange pubic hairs were just inches from my face. The aroma of her sex caused my spent penis to twitch. Possibly seeing this, her tail snaked its way over and started gently stroking up and down my shaft.

“I think team pussy deserves another chance to prove itself, don’t you?” she asked.

Her clawed fingers started rubbing the outsides of her folds while her tail’s stroking picked up in intensity.

“Oh, I definitely will want another chance,” I said with a tired laugh. “But not right this minute. Despite what my cock says-“ It was quickly going from depleted to hard once more. “I need a break. Maybe until tomorrow.”

Sitri cocked her head. “Is that so?”

I laughed once again. “I know. It sounds crazy saying it out loud. But I’m wiped. I don’t even think I can sit up right now. I keep forgetting it’s the middle of the night too.”

With an irritated huff, Sitri stood up and stepped off me.

“I’m sorry,” I called, though I couldn’t see where she’d gone off to - or if she was still even there. Even just turning my head was a surprisingly taxing effort. “But you guys really squeeze every last drop out of a guy, you know that? And not just Saleos-“ I added quickly. “It was like this after I came with you too. Just fucking drained.”

“Yes, well that’s kind of the point,” she said briskly.

Before I could process what she said, I heard the clanking of heavy metal coming from a few feet away. With great effort, I was able to turn my head enough to see Sitri coming towards me with an armful of chains and manacles.

“What are you doing?” I tried laughing, but it came out nervously. “I’m down to try those sometime, but really I can barely move right now, Sitri.”

She didn’t answer. She started with my arms, bringing the first of them above my head and then the second. I had zero ability to resist her.

“Seriously, what are you doing?” 

She again ignored me and clamped my wrists into the heavy iron cuffs.

“Sitri!”

She walked down towards my feet, her tail trailing down my chest seductively as she went. She then clamped my ankles in similar manacles before fixing the chain that held them to an iron ring on the ground I hadn’t noticed.

“Sitri, c’mon. Okay, I just need like ten minutes and maybe a glass of water. Let me run upstairs and-“

“Oh, you won’t be running anywhere,” she said, turning back to me with a wicked grin. “Remember how I kept saying that my twin and I were hungry?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Well, that wasn’t exactly a euphemism.”

“W-what do you mean?”

Sensation was starting to come back to my hands, and I was able to move them enough to rattle the chains and confirm that they were solidly in place.

“We’re not going to eat you or anything like that,” she assured me. “We require a different kind of sustenance.”

“I don’t understand.” I tried fruitlessly with my hands once again.

She squatted down in front of me once more. Her smile was positively feral now.

“That draining feeling you described? Well, that was your life force slipping away.”

“My life force?”

“Your life force, your soul, qi, prana, ruh, mana. You people have so many words for it. Saleos and I need to consume…that to survive. And since you only have so much…well, you understand it’s not personal. We really have been enjoying our time with you.”

“Hang on,” I said quickly, now having enough strength to try and kick my feet loose. “It doesn’t have to be like this. I can give you what you want. Just let me recharge or something. I won’t go anywhere. We can work something out.”

Sitri gave me a sad smile before leaning over.

“Don’t be scared,” she whispered into my ear. She swiped at my neck with her tongue, sending a shiver through my body and blood rushing to my cock. “There are certainly worse ways to go.”

***