AN: Here be lemons.

For those uninclined, this interlude was designed so that nothing is lost if you skip it.


Interlude

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It's her first time. It must be special, for her and for you, Lynona asserted quite firmly.

Sin said nothing. He made sure to have just the right bite, just the right suck, just the right touch to leave a good, enduring mark on Lynona's neck above her collar. Then his lips crept up from the fresh mark towards her pointed ear. The outward curve of her long ears were more impish than elven. Likewise, Lynona couldn't boast of them as a hidden erogenous zone, but she enjoyed the attention nevertheless.

By then, Sekara had reached them, and he thought back, I defer to you, beloved. It's your show.

Then a show you shall have, beloved, Lynona purred through a haze of lusty tingles as Sin's fingers tried unsuccessfully – not for the first time – to penetrate the tight confines of her corset without first untying the laces. His lusting fingers accepted their defeat graciously, dragging downward over her taut stomach to the waist of her gold-inlaid bottoms. His eyes focused on Sekara, though his attention remained on his demon's thoughts as his fingers inched under, and down, and down, and-

A shadow-lacquered nail scratched Sin's invading hand, chastising it, before Lynona raised herself to her feet, hooves, whatever, with the grace and haughtiness of a queen. He fell to his side on the bed, first watching the black shadows vanish from the skin of his hand, then upwards to the succubus that circled the lone qiraji. She was smirking. Lynona was in her best element here, and she knew it.

Sin kept his eyes on them as he licked the back of his hand, knowing it wouldn't quell the mild shadowburn. The low growl in his thoughts wasn't entirely the loa. He could still hear his lover whispering sweet promises over the bond with a careful focus on how this eve must be presented. He waited.

Sekara's teal eyes tracked left and right, following Lynona's predatory path. Eventually, the succubus stopped just behind her, hands resting on the qiraji's bare shoulders outside of the vestigial pincers. "First," she whispered, "we must see if you are worthy." Her grip squeezed as she leaned in and pressed one innocent kiss on Sekara's neck.

Sekara's eyes came to Sin's during Lynona's inspection. He stared back. The pink hands moved down, over bicep and forearm. Her nails dragged over the back of Sekara's hands without scratching, offering only minimal touch even when Sekara turned her palm over. Chin nestled between Sekara's neck and pincer, Lynona glanced downwards, guiding her right hand over Sekara's exposed stomach, her left tracing up her hip and side.

There was an intake of breath from the qiraji during it, showing along her stomach, and her arms moved aside to give the succubus unrestricted access of her body. Sin saw Lynona's smile, felt her pleasure for such control. Fingers from the hand which palmed Sekara's stomach dipped under the golden waistband, but unlike Sin had earlier, the hand moved sideways, towards leg and thigh. The other exploring hand had reached her ribs, and it prowled inward, over her chest.

Sin watched Lynona fondle Sekara's breasts through the cloth for several pulses of time. Were those pulses his heart or the song or something else, Sin didn't know. But Lynona's expert hand touched and cupped and measured the qiraji woman's breasts with a pensive, considering look on her face, and the hand which delved the confines of those golden harem pants was losing interest in touching just her thighs.

Sekara began to lean into Lynona's embrace. Her eyes still watched Sin, but it seemed her attention just wasn't in it anymore. Her succubus molester made a seductive hum and finally slipped her right hand inside the golden vest, which had gone skewed from her handling. Lynona's blue eyes flicked Sin's way. Her fanged teeth showed in the wicked smile she gave him as she caressed the flesh of Sekara's breasts and made sharp points of her nipples, visible through the thick cloth.

While Lynona toyed with Sekara's chest, her left hand finally escaped the pants and went behind, where her front was flush with Sekara's back. Sin almost wondered about Sekara's wings, trapped between them, when he saw the qiraji woman's thighs begin to tense and the toes of her feet inch her up and then down. He could guess what that hand was doing behind her.

"Look at his eyes on you," Lynona encouraged in her most inflaming voice. "Every little squirm you make, every time you tense and relax. He's captivated, and you have yet to show him anything." Her tongue wet her lips. Softer, fiercer, she asked, "Does it excite you, little qiraji? Let's find out."

The hand behind Sekara must have gone under, for Lynona's eyes lit up and the qiraji twitched. Sin remembered the way Sekara's arousal came before, with that quick rush of fluids, and he knew it must have just happened then. This horny little tart! Sin heard within his head. Master, she just... When you were dueling the eredar earlier, I noticed this same pop from your little princess here. She gets turned on every time you flex a little power! Jaedey's balls, that's as subtle as a man with tented pants!

Amusement colored Lynona's thoughts. Sin considered that reveal with a raised eyebrow, then decided to stop before the loa lust could reach any conclusions about it. Chuckling inwardly, Lynona teased, I worry that if Sekara had gotten those hands any sooner, she'd have masturbated herself into a coma. This time, Sin could not prevent the imagery from coming. Lynona noticed and fueled it by sending him her current sensations as she lightly probed Sekara with her fingers.

Sin closed his eyes. He couldn't help living through Lynona for a brief moment, touching as he wished to be touching. His lover let him, pleased, and showed him through her eyes the qiraji in bliss, let him feel her through her fingers, let him taste her through her tongue.

On my homeworld, we'd call her prey, Lynona told him, softer yet clearer in her thoughts. Their souls were in very close proximity like that, like some half-formed Demon Soul. This tasty little morsel, so malleable to every touch. You're going to like her, Master. Her nipples are deliciously sensitive, her breasts a good fit for the hands. And feel that vagina. It's the real deal.

Sin breathed. In, out. He matched the rhythm to the pulsing song, used it to control himself. Had Har'koa known when she blessed him what her gift would do to his mortal desires? The first time Lynona had just rubbed against his groin, he'd nearly torn off her skimpy clothes and had his way with her. He had come a long ways since then, but the Mojo of the Gods, as it was, was still a step above Sin's full control.

Let me have her, he demanded finally, calling himself back.

Lynona's thoughts colored with wicked amusement once more. In due time, beloved. Open your eyes and watch.

Sin obeyed, breathing steady. His hand still ached, but it was a minor annoyance compared to the other aches that assailed him now. Lynona acknowledged his attention with her eyes, then turned her long-lashed gaze downward once more. Her hands slowed their ministrations and departed, sliding up and around until they were both behind Sekara, near her wings.

"You're so quiet, Sekarna," Lynona cooed as she unraveled the ties of the vest. "Tell me... Tell us, how does it taste?"

Sekara still had her dazed look as she took a breath in. "I burn," she rasped quietly. There was emotion in her words. The upper tie was undone, loosening the article. "Let me burn more."

Lynona smirked her satisfaction at the answer, and the other tie fell. The vest was dragged away. Lynona left the article on the tent floor as her hands snaked back to the waistband of Sekara's harem pants. Sin stared without blinking. Sekara stared back, the whispers of qiraji communication in her teal eyes.

The pants began to shimmy down with a succubus' tease. Bare-chested Sekara breathed in quick, little bursts, betraying her excitement. She spoke again, even thicker, "Let Sekara burn to dust, to forever join the sands of the desert."

Sin found himself smiling at her innocent words. Then her pants fell, and there was a naked qiraji between him and Lynona. For a moment, there was stillness. Then the clear wings fluttered, like she was nervous and meant to fly, and Sekara approached without Lynona's prompting. The succubus trailed close by with her graceful sashay.

Once she was close enough, Sin took Sekara's hand and pulled her to him on the bed. She came easy, as she always had. He was sitting up now, and she knelt. Lynona, for her part, crawled onto the bed and prowled around him, nestling close to his back so she could kiss his cheek, then concluding her circle behind Sekara.

Lynona's hand settled on Sekara's narrow waist, above her hips. "There are things yet to teach you," she said, "about pleasure, about foreplay, about your partner's satisfaction. For now, lay upon the blankets between us." Sekara obeyed, and Lynona lay with her, keeping her hands in contact. "Good. Look at how you present yourself. Invite him to indulge his desires upon you. Leave yourself open to his eyes, to his touch."

As she spoke, Lynona began to undo the ties of her corset. After it was loose, she left it in place, hiding herself from Sin's eyes. Once he realized that was intentional, Lynona flashed a quick grin at him, and she said, Just setting a pleasing background, beloved. She must have your attention.

Lynona, he returned, barely. He had nearly passed his limits. Unable to put it to word, he let the succubus feel it through him. The beast lashed at her psyche, scalding her with his lusts. Her blue eyes glowed with rapture.

"Sin," Sekara rasped softly. His eyes dropped to her delicate frame. Immediately, he saw her small hand curled near her parted thighs. "Burn me."

An uncontrollable urge tightened in Sin's chest, forcing him to act. Against that violent fury, he leaned to kiss Sekara's dark lips, and she rose to meet him. The touch sealed them together, but too small was its vent, and Sin rolled himself atop her. His right knee wedged between her thighs, driving them farther apart, and his arm scooped under her thin waist to force her naked body against him. The sweet scent of her arousal poured through his nose like a miasma, strangling everything else.

Warm and soft were her lips, familiar as Lynona's. Sin gave himself to her, letting the qiraji learn through example. The hand beneath her found her buttock and squeezed, pressing them so tight at the hips yet insufficient for his yearning manhood. Frustration. It was all insufficient. Her breasts mashed against his clothes, her skin was apart from his, his hardness remained caught.

Instinct magic ripped through Sin's body, controlled by sheer rage. His skin pricked at its passing, then again at the sudden touch of bare air. Mindless satisfaction acknowledged the spell that removed his clothes, and he took advantage of it, holding Sekara all the tighter to his naked form. Her body was warm and soft, her frame slight enough to encourage that predator in his thoughts.

Their mouths separated, breath mingling. His eyes stared into hers, where she gladly showed him happiness and pleasure. Sparks and heat danced at the edges of her facets, and he felt the gentle hands touching his shoulders, his back, his chest. She lowered her hips from his erection so her hand could touch it, and marvel showed in those qiraji eyes.

Feminine arousal burned through his nose, more intense than before. Her wondering touch was wholly inadequate.

Realizing this, there was a skitter across Sin's thoughts, another transcription from the qiraji queen, and then her stroking hand changed seamlessly into the agonizing and satisfying touch that only Lynona knew. Sin exhaled in relief, losing his tension. If Sekara had continued her awkward tease, he would have...

"That's cheating," Lynona pouted from the side. Sin glanced over. She was fondling one breast beneath the corset idly, resting on her hip as she watched them. Her blue eyes were held languidly, while her nose wrinkled with displeasure. "You're supposed to learn my moves, not steal them, you adorable little harlot."

Although Sin agreed that Sekara shouldn't clone herself into a second Lynona, he was presently grateful for the change. He leaned to kiss Lynona's protruding lip only to find a sudden mouthful of succubus tongue for it, and the arm beneath Sekara quickly slipped out to go behind the reclined demon. Sekara's hand ceaselessly worked on him the whole while, and she recalled his attention with a ticklish sensation against his shoulder.

Turning back, Sin saw Sekara's mouth suckling his skin, and he smiled against Lynona's lips. His right hand stole a quick fondle around Lynona's bottoms, then sneaked up her loose corset for a handful of bodacious succubus breast. His thumb pressed the button of her nipple, earning him a pleased grin, and then he departed from his jealous lover, focusing back on the greedy qiraji.

With his attention back on Sekara's face, Sin urged, "Slower," and her hand changed pace, same as Lynona might. He smiled and touched her lips again, where she eagerly met him with tongue and wanting. His kiss was brief. He could feel her rubbing herself against his thigh where it rested between her legs, and he knew she was as anxious as him.

Keep going, Lynona encouraged. Return the favor, kiss her nipples, touch her. Teach her that sex is so much more than the final act. I'm getting first taste though, to make sure it won't rot your tongue out or something.

Was that necessary to say, beloved? Sin thought back pointedly, while his lips found Sekara's nipple. The qiraji trembled at the touch, then again as he sucked and pulled.

Master, that loa lust exceeds even demon lust. You couldn't lose steam right now even if you wanted to, Lynona drawled. But fine. Enjoy. She began to fill his mind with dozens of provocative images, mostly of herself, some with her and a topless Sekara. She recalled her every sound and squirm when he went down on her, and Sin responded predictably.

Sekara's hand finally began to hesitate as Sin began to return the favor. His weight settled on his left side, keeping their skin touching, while his right hand finally settled between her legs. He could feel them opening for him as she realized, and he made sure to find her mouth again first. His hand cupped her vulva, rubbing over the soft chitin to make sure it was familiar as a woman's. The lips of her sex may as well have been skin for his fingers, already drenched with excitement. Sekara hummed softly against his mouth as his fingers descended her slit.

Her handjob ended when Sekara grabbed Sin with both arms, clutching at him helplessly as she kissed him. He entered her. Sekara made a loud sound, clinging tighter. "Master," she hissed when their lips separated, then dove back for more. Her eyes were windows to her soul, showcasing her every pleasure and passion.

"There's more to come," Sin laughed. If that was from just a single finger, he was eager to see her in full penetration.

He worked the finger slowly against her slick walls, feeling the flesh slide and part to his touch. His urges returned, more so now that she had stopped with him. His tongue touched her mouth, where she weakly met it with hers. She's precious, beloved.

She's a child, and a helplessly sensitive one at that. I am a woman, which is far more valuable. I swear to you, beloved, if she turns dead fish, I am kicking her not just outside of this tent but outside of your life.

Amusement returned her comment. Following it, Sin admitted, That won't be the case. I can see her mind. She wants to reciprocate, wants to act. She wants even more, beloved, and I can see she's adapting as we speak.

Master, I'm going to be so fucking jealous if she somehow "adapts" to the loa lust. That's not fair. Sin kept his laughter inside. He felt Lynona's thoughts change, so he broke the kiss to look sideways.

Lynona was sitting up. She had removed her corset finally, giving his eyes a show as her hands worked a tie into her hair. Noticing his attention, she said over the bond, I'm going to give her lady parts some personal attention so you can fuck your bug. After that, Master, I am taking everything you have. She finished her ponytail, which managed to change her look entirely, and descended upon them.

"Lynona," Sekara called, sounding deliriously happy. The sound broke the succubus' mood enough for her to quirk back a smile.

"Look, Sekarna darling, if I have to deal with another body being present when I make love, then I very well am getting better sex for it. So let me show you a trick or two about what I expect." Lynona settled near their legs, kneeling first and then dropping low with her rear still in the air. Her tail swished and wings flexed, looking like the succubus she was. Even with her bottoms still on, the image was powerfully suggestive.

When her hair was up, Lynona expected business. The style showed off her bangs and horns while reemphasizing the aristocratic features of her face. In her current position, her full breasts touched the blankets while her face lingered near their groins. Sin had slowed his ministrations on Sekara with the new addition, and he impatiently waited for what Lynona planned to do next.

The succubus passed a wistful look at his rigid manhood, which was usually her business. She leaned as if to treat him, then snapped her teeth and showed her fangs, growling softly. Sin glowered down at her, unappreciative, while he could feel the mischief and laughter in her thoughts. Her demonic blue eyes flicked to Sekara's womanhood, where his hand still lingered.

"The Master needs attending, Sekarna. Do not let him go soft just because you have a hole filled." Her hands touched either thigh, dragging upwards as she crawled into place. Her eyes flicked up. "Serve the Master." Her hands found his and pulled him away from that gooey center.

Sin watched as Lynona cradled his hand between both of hers, and she brought one finger to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the digit and sucking on it suggestively. He could hear her considering the taste, placing it somewhere between honeyed elves and tangy shivarra. Accepting it, she lingered on his finger, working her tongue and lips over it, and then released him reverently. She smiled at his eyes, feeling his renewed wants, and then she focused back on Sekara.

Sekara and Sin both watched the succubus take the place of his hand. She kissed the top of her slit, where Sin had already discovered no clitoris, and then her tongue and lips began what her strange mind considered an art form. Immediately, Sekara's hand grabbed Sin's shoulder, and her stomach clenched as she gasped. It took a full second of collecting herself to exclaim, "Lae'Parnona!"

Over the bond, Lynona urged, Beloved, let me see how Jaeden-damned sexy I am doing this. Finding himself mute, Sin allowed Lynona to see through his eyes, as with feel as he desperately felt. Lynona hummed into Sekara's womanhood, pleased that the image was sufficiently tantalizing. And you, poor thing, haven't been touched for over a minute now. I'm surprised you haven't raped me yet.

Control. Cornerstone. Warlock, Sin explained weakly, watching his lover in action.

Well, Warlock, Lynona drawled, while slowly dragging her long tongue up Sekara's slit, There are two demon girls here, both very pretty and one drop-dead gorgeous. It's time to show them who is Master. Nothing here is toxic, except that selfish personality of hers.

He agreed, mostly out of necessity. Lover, he said, keep close.

My place is right here at your side, beloved. I'm not going anywhere else. She sent the thought with sweet emotions, and somehow that helped Sin control the lust even better. Love, Sin sometimes realized, was anathema to lust. After the moment, and just as Sin was about to move, Lynona added with frustration, Seriously though, I don't think she was programmed to climax. There's just waves of pleasure from her, not going anywhere. I even spiked her, and I only got that noisy scream.

A dark suspicion felt confirmed in Sin's head. C'Thun was a devious god, beloved. The sensitivity, the arousal, this... It's all intentional.

She'll love every second of what you give her, for as long as you need. I see. I don't know if I should feel sad or maybe jealous, heh, but I feel neither. It's just different. But she damn well better recognize good oral, because I literally trained for this, and she better do it just like this back for me.

Beloved, it's time, Sin said. Lynona acknowledged, and then Sin turned over to grab Sekara with both arms. The beast inside him was waiting, ready to jump forward in an instant, but he had a few seconds. "Siiin?" Sekara asked between sighs.

He kissed her. Sekara threw her arms around his back as she kissed him back. Lynona moved away, crawling to the head of the bed minus her bottoms. Sin kept his eyes strictly on Sekara's, and he let her see his thoughts through his eyes. She stared at him with a mix of human enamoring and qiraji reading.

Lynona sat open legged behind Sekara. He stopped the kiss to let the succubus gently grab the qiraji by her arms and pull her up to her lap. Sekara's horned head rested between Lynona's breasts, while the succubus' legs stretched to either side of her. Sekara was trying to find a way to look up questioningly without goring Lynona's stomach, leading the sultry demon to laugh and say, "Relax, Sekarna dear. You asked my adored master to dominate you in the oldest ritual known to man and demon. Now that you have a taste of foreplay, it is time to show you true Fire. Your first Fire."

The room smelled like sex already. It was so thick in the air for Sin's sensitive nose. The blanket he knelt on was damp with feminine fluids. The fierce lust of three beings was pounding through his skull. Two naked women lay before him, open and willing. Sin took a breath and exhaled, still amazed that the loa lust remained patient.

I wish I was making love to you, he admitted in the moment. He didn't care if Sekara read the thought from his eyes.

Lynona's head cocked. Are you not happy, Master? He could feel her trying to read his mood through the bond.

I am many things, beloved. Happy is only one of them. Kiss me.

You're going to have to move. I'm playing bench for the queen here.

Sin settled over Sekara and leaned up, catching Lynona's mouth for one of those toe-curling kisses. It sparked life into that waiting animal, though he remained careful of the lady between them. It ended only when Lynona bit his tongue – multiple times, for him to get the message – and she smiled that fanged grin at him after.

Lae'Parnona whispered to him, "Fuck her."

Sin dropped his gaze to el'Sekarna, where she looked up at them with wide, dazzled eyes. He looked at the black lines that marked that mouth-shaped chitin. He fixed his position, leaning over her, and he looked down to the black triangle between her legs that was also chitin and also shaped perfect to a woman.

"Sin," el'Sekarna said, recalling his eyes to hers. "I am yours."

"I know," he said. "At some point in our wild adventures together, Sekara, I fell in love with you. But it is a different love from what I feel for the woman behind you."

She nodded, still with her head against Lynona's chest. "This is my place."

Was it? To serve him like this? Or was that solely Lae'Parnona's? Sin didn't have an answer to that. Neither did Lae'Parnona herself, who was in his head.

On one hand, Sin felt glad that the loa lust remained within his control for this. That made this moment his decision, in full conscious. This wasn't about lust, nor was it strictly about contracting Sekara, for there were other ways. This was a choice.

Sin de Rath made his choice.

One more time, he lowered his head to el'Sekarna's, kissing her. His hand took his manhood, realizing finally how much is ached at its neglecting, and the tip of his erection found her warm, slippery entrance. el'Sekarna's hands came to his back and her legs widened.

Sin de Rath gave himself to el'Sekarna.

Several things happened at once. The most immediate was basic human pleasure, burying his entire manhood into a perfectly tight womanhood, relieving and encouraging that furious ache. Second was the sudden formation of the qiraji bond, connecting his head to hers in the same way his body connected to hers and the same way the priests said his soul connected to hers. An overpowering buzz filled his head from her side, which he remembered as qiraji pleasure, while Sekara was subjected to the snapping lust of the loa song, pulsing in both of their ears.

Sin's first instinct was to check that his mind wasn't being damaged by the bond. Once satisfied, he suggested aloud, "Lynona, follow me in."

"Literally?" she questioned slowly. "Master, I- Oh! Oh, wow!"

Satisfied that his lover was fully in his head, Sin gave his free hand leave to listlessly explore the form of his current partner, and he withdrew his hips. "Sin," Sekara said, nearly purring it despite her voice, and she kissed him again. Sin gave himself and Lynona to that kiss, bombarding himself with his own sensations and hers. He could feel his thoughts shooting through his head and into Sekara's and back, feel hers doing the same. Lynona's even, taking form through the two heads as she marveled, This is some otherworldly sex right here, Master.

Sin's open eyes saw nothing. He was beside their trio, watching his dark skinned body moving over the slender, softer skinned Sekara, with the pink-skinned Lynona behind her. Apart from them, there was blackness. They were the only things that existed here, now. He could feel his lips on Sekara's, feel his lips on his, feel the shifting weight of the bodies he supported.

It was unnerving, a reminder that Sin was not satisfied to join the qiraji All-Mind. The loa song seemed to agree, for it pulsed louder and loud in his ears, and each booming note echoed reminders of his personal sensations, marking them as distinct from the others, keeping him as himself. The consequence was the increasing urges that raised his passions as he and Sekara moved together.

Master, go easier, Lynona advised, also realizing this.

No! Sekara immediately argued. Make Fire from Sekara's flesh. I am Fire. Let us burn together.

It's your hips, Lynona tried to scoff, but with the sensations of both, it was a vacant drawl.

Sin continued at his frantic pace. His lips left hers to bite down against her neck. Sekara's new nails clawed down his back, her voice working, while her mind blanked beneath the wild buzzing.

Pleasure was manifold here. Sin recognized it. He was ready to reel himself in if his abuse was hurting Sekara, but the qiraji was durable. Further, she was eager. Want, and fulfillment. Rush, and agony. Contact, and sound – but with smell and taste too. The things he had tried to encapture for her so long ago were made real between them. Sekara shuddered under the assault. Her hips rolled ceaselessly against his.

The rush towards his finish was maddening. Bestial instinct forced Sin to hurry, to claw with every modicum of his ability. He kept it purely physical, shying from sex-influenced magicks. Collectively, he was dehumanized. Lost from intelligence, his arts, his duties. Just an animal in heat. Instinctive. Primal. His heart beat to the loa song, pounding drums and blood and passion, the perfect tempo for this dance.

His end was in sight. Sin realized it with frenzied triumph. His eyes flashed over his partner, his mate. Every detail about her gained significance, her every sound and motion, the squeeze at their union, the pleasure he could read across every sense. His arms took her from the pink interloper, squeezing her closer, more able for his pounding hips.

His.

Ours.

Mine.

Through Fire, become one.

Through Fire, become mine.

Thoughts brushed his conscious and were burned away, unaccepted by the beast. There was only the instinctual end, and Sin raggedly took himself to it. The song proudly beat its loudest, tempting him, driving him the final steps. He reached the climax, inseparable from his lover, and the song celebrated with deep, trollish beats, matching him pulse by pulse.

Sin completed the ritual of life, of unity, of passion. Every culture had something they attributed to sex. Some humans called it marriage. Some elves called it love. To some trolls, it was celebration, and to some vrykuls, it was a casual pleasure no different from evening music.

And to some demons, it was domination.

The cloudy high began to leave Sin's mind, returning to him thought and memory. Some part of him was ashamed for losing himself in these moments. Still, his memory was full, and the experience was another part of himself. Sin felt himself collapsed over his panting lover, still united with her lithe body.

Thoughts stirred in his mind, recognizably separate from himself. He looked inward at it, expecting a response from his demonic lover, and he found her in a knot of strong, golden love. But this love was not threaded by red and pink, nor tinged with fel green and shadow purple. It was a cocoon of gold threads, treated by darkness Sin was unfamiliar with, and he found himself witnessing something utterly foreign in his head.

el'Sekarna, he labeled, and he could feel the thought that returned him: Master.

The demonic bond was complete. Sekara had been joined to him in the crude ritual of his ancestors.

Sin stirred atop his lover, lifting from her slight chest to look at her. Qiraji teal eyes glowed up at him, and he realized they were no longer united in the qiraji bond. He was using his eyes to see her, and his thoughts were his own. Only the bond of demonic servitude united them now.

Fire licked the edges of her thoughts, same as the song which teased his ears. Sin let himself revel in the wonderment of this moment, at his total union with Sekara, at these sensations and feats he alone was privy to. The loa lust could wait. He moved to kiss her, and she gladly rose to meet him.

The attempt was interrupted by violence. Strong hands shoved Sin sideways, sending him sprawling onto the blankets and he slipped out of Sekara with a ticklish rush. He blinked in surprise, but an inhuman creature pounced atop him, touching him with presence and no weight. Blue eyes shined with demonic luminosity, staring with wide-eyed hunger.

"The demon is subdued. Her part is over." Two slight hands trapped Sin's above his head, clamping with superhuman strength. "Foolish, foolish girl. You aren't some human man to be satisfied by simple orgasm. You don't know relief. You have no refractory period. The lust of a god has been roused. It's time to make sacrifice."

Sin grinned up at Lae'Parnona. His right arm fought her hold and succeeded. She grabbed it again by the hand, lacing their fingers, and they squeezed each other tight. She sat against his dripping hardness, flattening it against his stomach, and slowly the succubus began to rub her slick folds over his length, back and forth.

A yank against her arms sent Lynona down. Her chest fell against his and her lips, quite deliberately, landed on Sin's. As they kissed, Sin's left arm was released – his other hand still entwined with hers – and he used it to run down the perfect expanse of her back, around the wings, to stop at the skinny dip just before the swell of her buttocks. Lynona moaned against his mouth, knowing his intention, and she let him guide her hips forward just enough that the tip of his manhood could touch her entrance.

Grinning, and nibbling Sin's lip, Lynona rocked her hips back to take the first inch inside her. Her knees resettled, and then she sat back to accept the rest. She groaned the whole way, being an exceptionally tight fit, and Sin gasped at the heat of her sweet center. Once he was fully in, Lynona slowly rocked her hips, keeping velvety friction between them.

"She's watching," Sin whispered, keeping his mind's eye on the new addition.

Lynona scoffed, pumping his hand once. "She had her first time. It was sappy. You came. The end. Since I doubt she knows any sayaadi sex massages and I don't want any ass-play right now, she better "adapt" some patience or start masturbating because you're mine, Master." Her snake-like hips include a brief raise in their swaying dance, and she lowered to take him through her blissful tightness again, always in motion.

There was a wordless exchange of wants and information between them through their bond. Sin bent his right knee so Lynona could curl her tail around it, careful of her sharp quills. She refused to separate their locked hand, so Sin cast his free hand through her luscious hair – free from the ponytail now – and kissed her. She demonstrated the succubus version of a tongue kiss. His hand found her slim neck beneath that thick mane and started a rough form of one of her sex massages.

Lynona responded by turning his head aside and touching her mouth down his neck. There was a mix of pain and pleasure as she left her mark on him. A quick bite finished it, then she worked up her tempo as she sat up, revealing her naked torso and erotic dance to his eyes. Their hands broke apart so Lynona could make a show for him. Her hips moved quickly now as she caressed herself, starting low and working up, over stomach and breast, to her neck and hair, until her arms were stretched high and her wings reached wide. The sensation around his manhood couldn't be explained by that provocative rocking, an artform that was perfectly controlled and perfectly executed.

A fanged grin completed her assembly of risque display, accenting her faintly glowing eyes. Sin noticed Sekara in his peripheral, but his eyes were glued to the succubus, watching every bit she meant to offer. One particularly exaggerated roll flaunted the point of their union, and he watched himself sink back in to her sensuous trap.

Lynona changed the pace by dropping back to his chest, mashing her breasts against him and kissing his lips in slow, excessive gestures with loud smacks and a wide smile. She rocked forward and back as she did, blending long strokes of that wet heat into her performance. Each time she sat back, Sin was made to push through her fierce clamp, and it was exactly satisfying to reach bottom.

"Am I going to do all the work, beloved?" she purred between kisses, eyes twinkling.

Sin sent an image of warning, suggesting the next position. Lynona was ready when he wrapped both arms around her and leaned up. She waited for him to find the right place, sitting so she was in his lap, and she splayed both legs astride him before continuing. He wanted her breasts against his chest, and she complied. He wanted her lips on his, and she complied. He wanted to reciprocate, and she worked him into her act once his left hand got behind him for leverage. Her tail was tight around his leg, familiar.

Sin's right hand moved intermittently. It started with a hold along her back, pressed between her wings. Then it was beneath her, supporting her rhythmically flexing rear and fondling. Finally it was around her hips as he moved in earnest, mixing his breath with hers as they moved together. Lynona's nails were lightly scratching his back until they curled painfully as she reached her first orgasm.

The sharp flare along his back was received poorly by Sin. He kept pace until her small climax passed, then he sank his teeth into the flesh beside her neck. The demon hissed in pain and excitement. She started to threaten him with her claws, but Sin acted first, dropping her back to the bed and holding her down with his palm as he continued thrusting. Lynona slapped away the hand, teeth bared, so he grabbed her smaller hands in his and wrest them aside. He lifted her leg and kept her pinned, aggressively asserting his place over her.

If you don't pull my hair soon, I'm going to fucking spike you, Lynona warned fiercely.

Sin wrenched himself out of her perfect channel and grabbed the smaller woman between both hands, flipping her over and forcing her ass up and legs spread. He shoved back inside and pressed his hand between her shoulders so her face was against the blanket. Satisfied that she would stay, his fingers threaded around her hair in teasing gestures.

You don't tell me what to do, he growled at the bond. His shorter nails scraped down her back between the wings. It was done hard enough to hear her throaty moan but not to break skin. Her slender back arched and her shoulders began to lift, so Sin shoved her down again, still slapping his hips against her soft buttocks, and this time he yanked against her hair, forcing her up on his terms.

One defiant blue eye was glaring back at him and her mouth was open. The angle was bad for thrusting, but this was to make a point – and because Lynona only achieved multiple orgasms during rough sex. Her tightly folded wings touched his belly as Sin pressed his lips to his earlier bite mark, and he pulled her head back farther so he could kiss her cheek, just beneath that angry eye.

Her arms were reaching for him, partly to act threatening, mostly because she wanted him to restrain her again. Sin complied, grabbing her slapping hand and twisting it high up her back. Pleasure dominated her half of the bond. Sin released her hair to handle her breasts, admiring one of her proudest features, and then he began to lower her back down by the twisted arm. He intended to abuse her ass briefly since Lynona would chew his ear off if he didn't managed at least one good spank.

However, the bowing of the succubus showed Sekara waiting just before her, naked and wanting. Sin stared with thoughtful eyes at her.

Realizing this, Lynona began to plead, Master...!

"Yes," he said down at her. "Master. You will do as I wish."

Lae'Parnona growled into the blankets. Fine. Only because she still needs to learn. And because it means she isn't having you.

"Sekara, come," Sin commanded. The qiraji crawled forward. And because you love being dominated, even like this.

"Tsk."Still with one hand restrained, Lynona grabbed the girl by her hips and pulled her into place. Lynona's hair was tossed to one side, opening an unobtrusive angle to act from, and her mouth descended once more upon Sekara. The qiraji responded immediately, sighing her name and squirming.

She is kind of cute, Lynona admitted, watching her victim while she enjoyed Sin's ministrations behind her. I'd like to see her in chains. Her tail tightened around Sin's leg, accompanied by a wordless thought, and Sin released her arm so Lynona could throw both qiraji legs over her shoulders, opening her honeyed center for easier assault. Watch me, please?

Sin's hand fell between the dimples of her lower back, then slid down the taut flesh to the place before her wings. He showed Lynona his view, of his lover in action under him and the qiraji in bliss. The succubus was satisfied. She kept them joined in the bond, and the rewarding night went on.


AN: So I said a week unless I felt the urge to add another scene. Truthfully, I did. I'm struggling to find a place for a single scene right now, and a second "reward" might be the right place for it (as in added to this chapter). For now, I'm tired of waiting and am posting this, but if it changes, I'll leave a note.

Anyways, here's the first lemon of this whole story - at least what I'd consider a lemon. Drekthac has had some pretty raunchy chapters, but I've never just sat down to devote a whole scene to sex like this. In fact, I had planned not to at all, hence the jump over it last chapter. Mostly, I find it gratuitous, but that's simply what made it perfect for an interlude. No one misses out by skipping it, but it still demonstrates that dynamic of their relationship and personalities for the curious. I'll make no promises to quality though; I wrote the darn thing at 4am after a long night at work, right after I told myself I wouldn't write a straight up lemon. It's the first threesome I've written in years, on top of that.