“He looks so erotic,” one of the three men standing above him said.
Snoe cracked open an eye and stared at all three of them. Their eyes were intense as they stared back at him, their cocks hard and glistening with precome. Snoe ran his tongue over his lips, and his mouth actually watered at the thought of one of them just thrusting their cock into his mouth. They growled. The first to come was the purple-haired man. His come landed on Snoe’s cheek and eye; only a little dripped into his mouth. Snoe kept his mouth open, and a part of him stared at the other two, practically daring them to give him more.
The smiling man growled as he came. Hot splashes landed on Snoe’s tongue and chin. Still, Snoe didn’t swallow; instead he moved the come around with his tongue, teasing them all with the pleasure of his mouth. The last man gave Snoe a slow smile, and before Snoe knew what was happening, a cock was stuffed into his mouth and come flooded it. Snoe couldn’t help the smile on his face as he swallowed what he could. He flicked his tongue against the head of the man’s cock, coaxing another spurt of come out.
“Not fair,” purple hair whined.
The black-haired man with a full face of facial hair gently caressed Snoe’s face. “You said whoever had the best aim. I got it right on the bullseye.”
Snoe’s mouth was released, and he thought maybe he’d have a moment to catch himself, but that wasn’t happening. Snoe’s hair was let go, the fingers inside of him gone. It left him wanting as the mouth around his cock disappeared too. Snoe had no control over himself anymore. A whimper left his lips as all hands, mouths, and cocks stopped touching him.
“I don’t think he’s done,” someone said.
Snoe glared at the ground and couldn’t even think about which one of them said it. Instead, he was contemplating if he should ask them to continue. But what if everything happening to him wasn’t real? Then it shouldn’t matter? But Snoe wasn’t there just to lose himself in pleasure. He kneeled there, trying to think of why he was there again.
“My turn.”
They were sweet words to his ears. Utter insanity—he should have taken the moment of pause and got up and talked. But a warm hand against this back and Snoe’s brain was once again useless. Snoe glanced over his shoulder to see the man with auburn hair move behind him. He wanted to shout with joy even as his brain was still trying to come back on.
“I’ll take his mouth,” the grumpy one said, jerking Snoe’s face forward to look up at him. The man was just like Snoe had pictured he would be. A wall of muscles and a scowl on his face, as if he was angry to be having sex, or just angry in general. His cock looked just as thick as it had felt, and the tip glistened with precome. He didn’t wait for Snoe or even ask. He pressed the tip of his cock against Snoe’s lips and demanded to be let in. Snoe thought about refusing and showing him just who should be in charge.
But the man behind him had no issues with pushing his cock inside of Snoe, filling him and taking away the ache and need to be filled. Snoe cried out, ultimately opening his mouth. The angry one took that as his chance and stuffed Snoe’s mouth full of cock. The others didn’t stand around watching; hands continued to touch him. Someone even licked along Snoe’s lips as he took what the angry man gave. His hard thrusts made Snoe’s eyes water, but not once did he think to have them stop.
He was enjoying every second of being fucked from both ends. The cock in his ass changed angles, and Snoe saw stars as they hit his prostate with every powerful thrust. His lack of oxygen might have also been the reason he’d seen spots, but Snoe didn’t care. He was riding the wave of ecstasy and was a moaning, slobbering mess when it came crashing down. He was seriously surprised he hadn’t bitten the guy’s cock off. His teeth had grazed over the sensitive flesh, but instead of the man getting angry, it had made him come, filling Snoe’s throat and mouth with the salty liquid.
The room echoed with the sounds of their shared pleasure. More hot splashes of come landed on his back. Snoe felt like a pile of Jell-O as he was finally let go and able to crash down to the wet wood floor. He couldn’t bother to care that he was lying in a puddle of his own come. He was so thoroughly fucked, his body covered in the other men’s essences. The others moved back from Snoe, and he finally had the chance to collect his breath.
Snoe no longer gave a damn if he was in reality or a dream. It all felt too real. Covered in come, Snoe dragged himself up from the ground. He swallowed the seed still in his mouth as he stood on wobbly legs. His ass felt sore, and even as come dribbled down his legs, he stood fully up. He stared at the seven men, at their rugged appearances.
Snoe pushed his soaked hair back. As much as he’d enjoyed himself, he needed to remember why he was there. He needed to gain control.
“You seven can’t possibly be done.” He wiped some come from his face and brought it to his lips. He looked into each of their eyes as he licked every bit from his fingers.
It was like lighting a fire. Their eyes glowed, and the room erupted in growls. “You sure you can handle more?” the dark-brown-skinned man said. His eyes and smile spoke of mischief and a challenge worth accepting.
Snoe had made a choice when he’d summoned a demon—that he would never be the quiet bystander any longer. He’d take back what was his to show them they really had a reason to fear him.
Snoe didn’t have enough magic to fight them, and there was no way in hell he’d be able to fight against demon strength. Not that he needed to fight them. They continued to look him up and down, their cocks still hard; they craved other things than blood from him. But Snoe wanted revenge, craved it even. And the only way he was going to get it was with a demon’s help. He was willing to pay any price, including with his body.
“I know a few of you enjoy games; how about playing one of mine?” Snoe asked.
They looked at each other, and Snoe was sure that the man who spoke was the leader. He took a step forward, puffing up his hairy chest and crossing his thick, muscled arms.
“What kind of game?”
Snoe gave each of them a brief stare, making sure to look them all in the eye. “The last man standing gets whatever they want. Meaning the person who comes last wins.”
“We know it won’t be you. Your legs are still shaking,” the angry one said.
Snoe glared at him before giving the man a smile.
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” Snoe said.
“What do you want if you win?” the purple-haired man asked. He looked the most excited about the game.
Snoe shrugged, making light of what he was about to say. “I want all seven of you to be my loyal dogs.”
Snoe batted his lashes, knowing how to play the innocent act. He’d mastered it when he was a child. But even as he stood there, he knew their loyalty was key, but he wanted something slightly more. He wanted them to live purely for him; he wanted to be their master. It was obscene—he was just there to conquer them, and he should have just asked for them to admit defeat, but Snoe was tired of the bare minimum. He could have something no one else did, and that was seven demon wolves.
“I will be your master, and my word will be law,” Snoe said, a lot more confident than he should have been.
They were right. His legs were shaking, and the thought of more almost seemed like torture, but he was willing to give it all for what he wanted.