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It had been a little while since Rook had re-rescued Lucanis from the Ossuary. Maybe not quite long enough for Rook to be having these thoughts, but she knew the idea wasn’t going away any time soon. Might as well bring it up, then either laugh off the absurdity with Lucanis or…indulge, a bit. But she had to be careful about how she brought it up—the last thing she wanted was for Lucanis to think she wanted Spite instead of him.
She approached him when he was alone in the kitchen, speaking low in case anyone walked in while they talked.
“Now that you and Spite are…fused? Combined? I…have a small suggestion. A request, really.”
Lucanis looked up from his cup. She tried not to appear as nervous as she felt.
“You and Spite are on good terms, which is great! It’s wonderful, and it makes traveling with you that much more enjoyable. It’s obvious how much of a difference it makes facing Venatori and—“
“The longer you try to butter me up, the more concerned I get by what you’re about to say next,” he cut in. “It’s okay, out with it.”
“Okay well, I was getting to that. About how I’ve also noticed that Spite is a little more…nosy? When you and I are alone? Always butting in with unrelated questions he ‘absolutely needs answered right now’?”
Lucanis sighed. “Yes I did notice. I assumed it was because Emmrich made the mistake of entertaining his request to learn fire magic, and now Spite believes he can have anything he wants if he asks nicely.”
“That’s…yeah that probably didn’t help,” Rook agreed. “But what I’m trying to say is, maybe he would be less attention-seeking if he got a little attention. Maybe?”
“I don’t follow. I would argue Spite receives too much of our attention as is. You just said we barely get enough time alone—oh.”
She winced as Lucanis put the pieces together.
“Are you suggesting—“
“Nope! Obviously not, because that would be super weird, right? I mean, I would never suggest letting Spite take the reins for once. It’s weird that your mind even went there, honestly. Have you been thinking about it?”
“Yes.”
That stopped her nervous rambling in its tracks.
“You—yes?”
“Sure. It…seemed interesting,” he admitted. “It wasn’t something I was going to bring up, to you or him, but it was a passing thought I had. It seemed the sort of suggestion that would only be okay if you brought it up. If I or Spite mentioned it, and believe me he has asked, it would feel…wrong, in a way. You’re not a thing to be used for either of our amusement.”
Rook blinked, taking in everything he’d just thrown at her. “Well that’s…really sweet of you. So, Spite didn’t know you were open to that?”
Lucanis opened his mouth, but Spite was the one that said, “I do now. Just like him to keep secrets…”
~~~
He was waiting for her on Lucanis’s cot. Spite had already undressed down to his trousers, and he was slowly running his hands up and down his abdomen. Genuine curiosity was in his eyes as he touched the body he’d finally freely been given rein of. When she closed the door, he looked up at her.
The soft purple glow of Lucanis’s eyes should have been unsettling. It had been before, somewhat. But now she was more acquainted with the demon in her lover’s head and how he seemed to want her as well.
Spite didn’t offer to undress her, so she began shedding her clothes herself. He didn’t take his eyes off her either—not quite leering, more openly staring like he hadn’t considered that her body might be different than Lucanis’s. He all but yanked her onto the cot once she removed her small clothes.
Rook gasped as hands grasped her waist. Lucanis was slow, taking his time to ensure she was comfortable with everything—and then coaxing pleasure from her until she’d had enough and rode him like mad. But Spite seemed to be different. He touched her with frantic fingers, full-handed caresses on any inch of skin he could reach. His palms cupped her hips, her stomach, coming up to hold her breasts like he was discovering another body for the first time. Even touching her upper arms and where her shoulders met her torso.
She closed her eyes and let him touch. In a way it made sense. In Lucanis’s body, Spite could touch. He could feel—the warmth of flesh and breath on skin and the goosebumps on her forearms when he licked down her abdomen.
Briefly she wondered if Spite would be a selfish lover (out of pure curiosity, she almost would have been fine with that, if only to have a front row seat to watching Spite experience orgasm for the first time) before he roughly yanked her legs over his shoulders and dove face-first into her cunt.
“Oh! A-ah…” Rook’s chest heaved with breath.
It was a toss-up whether Lucanis would go so slowly she wanted to threaten him, or if he’d lap at her desperately like a starving man while humping the mattress. But Spite explored. He tasted her with an intrigued look on his face. Tongue swiping over her core like he was trying to get more of that sweet juice and was becoming frustrated he couldn’t down it by the mouthful.
He paused—for a couple of seconds, the purple in his eyes faded to Lucanis’s brown, then back to purple—before leaning down and sucking on her clit.
Rook bit down on the side of her arm to muffle her moans. It quickly became too much, and she roughly shoved his head back.
“Less of that…” she panted. “Use your tongue a little. Gentle, please.”
She half-expected annoyance or bickering, but Spite just raised his brows and nodded. He resumed his place between her legs, now lapping at her stiffening clit and appearing pleased by how much wetter she was getting.
“Like when you say ‘please’,” he rasped. “Like when you ask me…like your voice…”
What was she supposed to say to that? Rook buried her hand in his hair, which earned another desperate sound from Spite. He did his best to try and push his tongue into her entrance, seeming even more pleased when her thighs squeezed around his face.
“Come, yes. Now, come right now,” he demanded, nose nudging at her clit. “Pull his hair.”
Rook let out a harsh groan as she shuddered and came. Her nails dug into his scalp, and her thighs tensed on either side of his head as she rode out her orgasm.
The moment her thighs relaxed minutely, he got up on his knees and hurriedly yanked at his pants. Spite only bothered to get the waistband down around his thighs, throbbing cock bobbing in the air.
Spite hissed when he lightly stroked the aching flesh. “How does he do anything around you?” he grunted, almost accusatory. “Hurts, can’t think.”
“Do you know how to use it?” Rook laid her head back on the pillow, skin sweaty and legs shaking slightly. She looked at him through half-lidded eyes; she didn’t want to miss a second of Spite discovering everything about Lucanis’s body.
“Yes,” he shot back. Spite made a face at her, but she only chuckled in response. He stared down at the cock in his hand. “Also wet…”
“That’s good,” Rook said. “It’s supposed to help with sex.”
Her face flushed when Spite looked pointedly at her cunt. “Not necessary.”
He nestled his hips between her legs. With one hand he guided his cock to her entrance—then jerked back as if he’d been shocked. Rook didn’t even have time to ask what happened before he roughly sank every inch inside her.
“Fuck! Good, better than good, he is a monster for keeping this to himself.” Spite was visibly seething, every other word punctuated by a hard thrust.
A long, continuous moan fell from Rook’s lips. His hands held her hips while hers gripped his wrists. Spite’s eyes darted over every inch of her body like he wanted to commit it to memory (there was no way she was letting this be the one and only time).
“He’s here,” Spite panted. Dark hair stuck to his forehead, lashes fluttering as Lucanis seemed to step forward for a moment. She saw her lover’s warm brown eyes before Spite was in control again. “He wanted to see. He likes it, likes watching. He’s going to touch himself later.”
And fuck, that did something to her. Knowing that Lucanis wasn’t just humoring her, he genuinely got as much out of this as she did? Rook wrapped her legs around his waist and dipped a hand between their bodies. His eyes widened as he watched her rub herself while he pumped in and out of her.
“Again, do it again,” Spite pleaded.
Her stomach tightened as she came a second time. An almost pained-sounding groan was pulled from her lips, her cunt clenching around his shaft in rhythmic pulses. Spite’s hips stuttered—his abdominal muscles visibly tensed as his own orgasm took him by surprise.
“What is—I…” He clenched his jaw and sucked air through his teeth. Warmth filled her depths as his cock twitched over and over. Spite drew in a shaky breath as he stared down at his pulsing shaft buried inside her. His eyes fluttered closed.
It shouldn’t have surprised her when Spite began slowly thrusting again. He was in Lucanis’s body after all, and her lover nearly always wrung himself dry.
“Hurts, a good hurt. Don’t want to stop, want to keep going, too much too much, need more…”
Words fell from his lips like a waterfall. There was a glassy look in Spite’s eyes and his mouth hung open, lips wet and shiny in the candlelight. His hips moved like part of a machine. His body only stopped moving when Rook cupped his face and pulled him down to kiss him.
Spite sank into a sweaty heap on top of her. As she did with her other lover, Rook pressed kisses to Spite’s face as he came down from his overstimulation.
“Good, good…” he sighed. His face briefly scrunched in annoyance. “Go away, this is still my time with Rook. I want to sleep with Rook.”
A pause.
“She sleeps. And I want to stay a little longer.”
“Oh, let him stay just a teensy bit longer, love?” Rook asked. “It isn’t like you to kick someone out of bed immediately after.”
A soft muttering came from his lips, though she wasn’t sure which man was speaking. But it was obviously Spite who clung to her like a needy animal while she fell asleep.
~~~
When she woke up, it was Lucanis who kissed her awake.
“Morning,” he sighed, stretching and sitting up. “So, was it everything you had hoped and dreamed?”
Rook mumbled against the pillow. “It was good,” she yawned. “Was it good for you, getting to watch? Was it interesting?”
His cheeks flushed red. “I was only watching to keep an eye on Spite.”
“You’re allowed to get off on it, you know,” Rook snickered. “It’s your body, I would hope you also enjoyed it.”
Lucanis sucked his tongue against his teeth. “It was…reassuring. That you were not afraid of him. That he was good to you.”
Rook finally sat up and pressed up against Lucanis. “I liked that you were there too. Watching. It felt like it was really all three of us. That’s what I wanted, for it to feel like it was all of us instead of you two taking turns.”
“Oh. Well then.” Lucanis nuzzled his face against the crook of her neck, kissing any skin he could touch. “Would you, maybe, want to do this again sometime?”
“I would.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him proper. “Would you?”
Another kiss. When she pulled away, purple glowing eyes stared back at her.
“I very much would.”