Neve's Incubus Ch. 07

"Fuck, Neve, take my fucking cock," Logan muttered.

Neve moaned. She was lying on her back, Logan's cock pushing down her throat. He leaned forward, his hands squeezing her breasts, before he planted one on the mattress and reached with the other to play with her pussy, his fingers teasing at her clit before plunging into her pussy, curling to press against her walls. She gave a muffled moan as she felt him pulse his fingers inside her, then turned her attention to sucking his cock with even more enthusiasm, the sound of her swallowing his cock increasing to a staccato series of gulps as she plunged up and down it.

Logan grunted, his fingers sliding out of her pussy. He paused, pulling his cock free of her mouth, then feeding her the fingers that had just been inside her, so she could taste the sweet tang of herself on them. When he was confident she was done, he pulled them free, then reinserted his cock, beginning to pump it.

Neve closed her eyes. She put a hand between her legs, stroking her own clit, while Logan's heavy cock filled her mouth over and over. She could feel the pleasure building over her body, making her skin tingle.

A hand traced its way down her stomach, up her right breast, the fingers plucking at her nipple before Logan's big hand wrapped around it, squeezing, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger hard enough to make her moan. His other hand found her left breast, repeating it, squeezing in unison, holding on while his cock thrust in and out of her mouth. He pinched again, hard, the pain eking a loud moan out of Neve and around his cock, then squeezed, the sharp nails of his fingers digging slightly into her sensitive skin.

She felt the hard second cock stroke along her chin and throat, the head smearing precum across her skin as it slid along her neck.

The second cock.

Neve's eyes opened just as the cock in her mouth withdrew for a moment, and she was staring up at Inky's full bulk, the two thick cocks hanging proudly just beyond her nose, the bottom one dripping with her saliva.

"Just a little bit more," he told her, then guided his lower cock back into Neve's mouth, thrusting hard.

Without even thinking about it, she reached up to take hold of the second cock, pumping him in one hand. She began to push her head up to meet the down stroke of the lower cock filling her mouth. With her other hand, she reached around his thigh and pulled him closer.

Inky growled and Neve felt a delighted tingle run through her body that she was able to make a primordial sex demon flinch with pleasure. He wanted this as much as she did.

"You will be mine..." Inky growled at her.

Neve moaned in anticipatory pleasure, in the way it thrilled her to hear him say it, in the way she wanted it to be true, to take the "will be" and replace it with "are."

Inky adjusted and he pressed himself as deep into Neve's mouth as he could have possibly managed, his hand wrapping under the back of her head, his grip tight. She moaned again, staring up at his body towering above her.

"You will be... mi--" Inky's sentence was interrupted as every muscle tensed and the hand on her head balled into a fist in her hair.

In her mouth and in her hand, she felt both cocks begin to pulse.

***

The dream died in the morning light as Neve's awareness of the real world broke it apart. Just another second...

The bed was unfamiliar, but not so waking up to Inky, who was slouched, leaning against a wall. He maybe came up to her elbow, she guessed. Nowhere near as tall as he'd been in the dream. For once, he said nothing, his eyes flicking to the space next to her.

Somehow she'd ended up in Casey's bed, though she barely remembered it, just being exhausted enough that she'd fallen asleep almost the moment they'd stopped fucking.

She reached a hand down to her legs, still bare from not wearing underwear the day before, and she so wet that she gasped as her fingers slipped across her skin, the faint feeling of pleasure filling her, soft like it was simmering in the background, or just under her skin, ready to burst into a full boil. The dream had been so real, and all she could think about was the demon's cock in her mouth, the throb she'd felt and feeling it again.

Neve looked back at Inky. He was bigger than the day before, that much was clear. But not as big as in her dream. Still a little bit shorter than her, in fact.

There was a snort and she looked over, breaking the stare with Inky. Beside her in the bed, Casey lay on his back, sleeping, apparently undisturbed by the sunlight streaming in. He looked peaceful, his mouth partially opened. Her eyes traveled down the sheet covering his body, to a very noticeable bulge just below his waist.

"If you're curious, he's having a pretty decent dream himself," said Inky.

"You can enter his dream?" whispered Neve.

"No... well... if he were inclined to take a different path I could, but you've definitively proven he won't be taking that one, as we both know well," said Inky.

Neve blushed at the implication of how she might have proven that. At the memory of how she had.

"It's more like looking in a window as you walk by," said Inky. He glanced at the man.

"Better wake him up," he told her. "You'll get what you want."

Neve looked away, but all the same... she gripped the sheet, pulling it away from her and Casey. Casey didn't move, but Neve's eyes fell to his cock, hard and thick, the head lying just a couple of inches from his navel. Her mouth watered a little at the thought of sucking it.

"I do so appreciate you having friends with good cocks, Neve," said Inky. "It's very pleasurable to watch you take them."

Neve glanced back at him. Those burning cat's eyes of his were focused on her, drinking in her body, and she wondered what sort of things he was thinking about her doing to Casey. Something like what she'd been doing in the dream, maybe?

The memory of the two throbbing cocks pushed its way to the forefront of her mind and she shifted uncomfortably. Fuck it, she needed it right now.

She slid up against Casey, pressing herself tightly to his body. He still slept soundly, even with her tits pushing into his arm and the side of his chest. She found his hand, holding it in both hands, guiding his pointer finger right to her pussy, stroking herself with it, staring at him, waiting for him to wake up.

Casey did no such thing.

Neve moved in even tighter, her lips tracing a path up his collarbone to his neck, kissing along that until she reached his chin, just under his ear, and followed the edge there. Casey shifted, his face turning towards hers, and she met his lips with her own.

"Mmmmph..." moaned Casey. He began to kiss her back, and she felt his hand move between her legs, but it was clumsy, uncoordinated, the involuntary clutching of a person being moved to do so in a dream. She kissed him harder, putting her weight onto him, letting go of his hand to touch his face and chest.

Slowly, but surely, she felt Casey begin to respond in something more coordinated. The hand between her legs found her clit, rubbing it back and forth for a couple of strokes before sliding down, pressing two fingers between her lips. Fingertips touched at the entrance to her pussy, sliding in to the first knuckle almost immediately. Neve reached down and grabbed Casey's cock in her hand, pumping him slowly. His other hand found her ass, squeezing it, before traveling up her side to find and squeeze a breast. The fingers at her pussy plunged up into her.

"Ohhhhh, fuck--" Neve moaned directly into Casey's ear.

"Fuck. Good morning, Neve," said Casey.

"Good morning, Casey," she said. "Can I suck your dick?"

"Be my guest," he said.

Neve kissed him again, then pulled herself off his fingers, turned and started kissing down his chest and stomach. She draped herself over Casey's legs, holding his cock up in front of her, leaning down to lick the head. Casey's head lay on the pillow, looking down at her, admiring the naked beauty he'd woken up to. She smiled up at him as she ran her tongue around him, watching as he gasped when her lips closed just around the first inch of him, then reveling in his moan as she closed her eyes and filled her mouth with his cock.

His fingers went back to playing with her pussy, stroking the lips before sliding up to rub her clit in soft circles, then slipping back to tease her folds. Every time he did, Neve plunged down his cock, choking herself with it, gagging slightly on it, then pulling away gasping when he moved his fingers away. If he was going to tease her, she was going to tease him.

Casey's moans were growing more and more frustrated with every plunge. He leaned to the side, grabbing Neve's legs, and then pulled her around, her feet coming up to his head. When he began to raise one leg up over him, she finally realized what he meant to do, letting go of his cock long enough to situate herself so her pussy was directly over Casey's mouth, then lowering herself down.

"Oh, God, yes..." she said, as Casey's mouth found her, his tongue stroking across her clit and then her pussy.

"Oh my fu-gg-mm gohd yeth," she moaned as she plunged down Casey's cock, closing her eyes as the thick shaft filled her mouth, pressing back into her throat. Casey wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her down against him as he fell to work.

"So hungry for it..." mused Inky.

Neve's eyes flashed open, and caught Inky's gaze. There was something so intense about it that always threw her. Like he was watching something that he coveted, but more than that, even. Something between wanting to devour her and like she was the only thing in the world. Unbridled desire and unending appreciation twisted together until they were indistinguishable from one another.

He was a demon. Maybe. He might be a figment of her imagination, actually. The dreams were one thing, the never ending presence of his thick cocks were another, but that was just a visual thing. A hallucination. She shouldn't want him to want to fuck her, she shouldn't think what it would be like to have them all to herself.

Neve plunged up and down Casey's cock, her eyes locked on Inky's throughout, that ravenous admiration raging through them, making her skin feel electrified. She wondered if he was placing himself where Casey was, tasting her pussy at the same moment she was sucking one of his cocks. She wondered what it would be like to suck one while the other stood up next to her face, wondered what that long, snaking forked tongue of his would feel like across her clit, across her skin, inside her. Wondered what it would be like to have him behind her, the feeling of him spreading her open with one of his cocks' wide heads.

She couldn't stand it anymore, especially not with Casey's mouth on her pussy, driving her closer and closer. She needed to get railed, she decided. Neve crawled forward, letting go of Casey's cock, pulling her pussy away from his mouth.

"Oh my god, fuck me," moaned Neve. She lowered her head, keeping her ass in the air, presenting her backside to him.

Casey climbed up and around behind her, throwing a leg over her. She felt his hard cock on her ass cheeks, then his hand lower it, pressing it down to her pussy.

"Casey... hurry..." she moaned.

She probably hadn't needed to say anything, because in the next breadth Casey's cock plunged into her, down until his hips were resting on her ass.

The moment the fullness had reached its apex, the pent-up pleasure spilled over whatever barrier was holding it back and Neve shouted with delight. Her pussy spasmed around Casey's cock and he groaned, moving just slightly, which was enough to send another overwhelming wave of pleasure washing through Neve. She grabbed his sheets, pulling them into her fist, feeling the fitted sheet give out as a corner slid up. She bit the fold of fabric in front of her, moaning as she struggled through her orgasm. Fuck Inky, fuck his burning gaze, fuck these morning dreams that made her so fucking needy.

At the same time, though, more orgasms like this, please.

"I see we've had the intended effect, sweet," said Inky, from the corner.

"Oh my god, Neve," Casey moaned.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Neve told him.

Casey did his best to meet her demands, his cock slamming home in her pussy again and again. He was leaning over her now, his breath hot on the back of her neck, one hand cupping a breast as he teased the nipple, the other planted beside her head on the mattress.

"Ah, fuck," he muttered as he felt her throw herself back into the next plunge. The slap of their skin as his hips met her ass, the wet noise of his cock sinking into her pussy, and his pained grunts of effort along with Neve's small moans filled the room.

Casey rose back up, gripping her hips tightly with both hands, pulling her back onto his cock with every stroke. Neve muffled her moans directly into the mattress, her fists balling, wrinkling the sheets where she gripped them. He felt so fucking deep. So. Fucking. Deep.

"Oh, fuck... I'm going... I'm going to come again," she warned him, gasping out the words.

She turned and bit the sheet again, moaning as the wave of pleasure rolled out over her. Casey didn't stop, but she heard him cursing behind her, felt his hands grip her waist tighter. Her pussy was clenching around his cock, squeezing him hard as she quivered through the climax, her hips pumping back against him as rapidly as she could make them.

Casey's rhythm began to falter slightly. He was close, and Neve couldn't help but think a little bit of how his cock would feel pulsing inside her, every thick pump of his cum into pussy. But she didn't want this to stop yet. She wanted this for as long as she could get it. She pulled forward, slipping out of Casey's grasp, his cock slipping out of her. Casey gave a groan in frustration.

"What the fuck, Neve," he said.

"I want to get on top," she said. "Lay down."

Casey shook his head, but he got himself back into the position he'd been when she'd woken him up. Neve squatted over Casey, his hands falling to her ankles, his eyes staring up at her as she put one hand on his chest for balance. His eyes followed her other one as she gripped his cock, pumping it for a moment, the head pressed against her clit. A soft moan escaped his slightly ajar mouth, and when it did, Neve pushed his cock back and slid down onto it.

They groaned in unison as Casey's cock filled her completely, Neve taking a moment to appreciate the fullness before she felt Casey's hips push up, trying to fuck her. She started to ride him slowly, making a point to raise herself off him inch after inch, the slow seconds ticking by, until just the tip was inside her, then sliding back down his shaft just as slowly. Casey stared down his chest, his eyes firmly locked onto the place where his cock met her pussy, and Neve used a couple of fingers to spread her lips slightly, so he had a better view of her spearing herself on it.

"Tease," muttered Inky, behind her.

Neve managed to resist the urge to look over her shoulder, to see if he was as entranced with watching her take Casey's cock as Casey was. Instead, her gaze fell to his eyes, roving across her body, driving up from her pussy to her navel, her stomach moving with every breath, then to her breasts, bouncing with the movement. Finally, they reached her eyes, and Neve grinned at him, then gathered her hair with both hands, lifting her arms up.

Casey groaned, and his hands slipped off her ankles, grabbing her by the waist again. Her legs gave out, her knees falling to the mattress, and she stopped pumping herself on Casey's cock. Not that it mattered, as Casey simply held her in place and began to thrust up into her as hard as he could, making her gasp and moan.

Neve rocked her hips on top of Casey, thrilling in his chest under her palms, in the way his fingers dug into her waist, the way his head was back, how she could feel his body stretching to push his cock as deep into her as he could manage.

"Oh my god, Case, you feel so fucking good," she told him.

"Goddammit, Neve, goddammit... I'm--fuck, I'm gonna--"

"Yes," moaned Neve. "Please, Casey. Fill up my tight little pussy. I need it, Casey. I want it so bad. Please, please, come for me... come for me..."

"Oh--fuck! Neve!"

The vein in Casey's neck bulged slightly as his whole body strained and she felt him grab her hips tightly, pulling her down onto his cock.

"Yes!" she wailed as she felt his cock throb inside her, stretching the 's' out into a hiss. She could feel his cum racing up into her pussy.

Casey sat up, one arm wrapping around Neve's waist, the other arm up Neve's back, his hand collaring her at the back of the neck, his face buried in her shoulder as he hugged her as tight as he could against his body.

"Oh my god, Casey," she moaned into his ear. "Oh my god, I love when you come in me."

Casey groaned, falling backwards, pulling her down with him so that he was squeezing her against his chest, his cock still pulsing inside her. She could feel some of his cum slipping out of her.

"It is quite something," said Inky, from directly behind her.

"God, yes. Yes," Neve gasped out at Casey, struggling a little in how hard his grip was, unable to get a full breath, enjoying the throb of his cock. The space between pulses began to length, and each one became a little weaker than the one before it. Casey's grip on her let up slightly, and Neve grabbed his face with both hands, kissing him rapidly.

"Thank you, Case. Thank you so much."

"Jesus, Neve," Casey panted under her. "I need another night's sleep after that."

"You earned it," she told him. She lifted her hips, felt his softening cock slide out of her. Some of his cum went with it, and she squeezed to keep it from pouring out directly onto him. "Go back to sleep. I'll just borrow a t-shirt and then see myself out."

"Top drawer," said Casey, closing his eyes. And within seconds, he was asleep again.

"Must be lovely, to be fucked unconscious," said Inky, as she climbed out of the bed and went to the drawer to find one of Casey's t-shirts.

She glanced over at him. He seemed different. He still wasn't as tall as her, but was he taller than when she'd woke up? Was he really growing that fast, that it was noticeable? She couldn't really gauge whether it was her eyes playing tricks on her or not, if he'd grown, it was less than an inch, he was still shorter than her, just as he had been when she'd woken up.

"You say it like it's something you're missing out on," she whispered, careful not to wake Casey talking to Inky. She could be a raging slut for Casey, but she didn't want to be an insane raging slut for him.

"I am," said Inky. "I can't really go unconscious."

"I thought you said reality was your dream."

"Well, but that's just it. I'm awake and lucid in both my reality and yours."

"You don't sleep?"

"Never," said the demon. "I don't really need to."

He grinned at her.

"I can go forever," he said.

Neve rolled her eyes.

She chose a plain black tee, pulling it on. It was a little baggy and the large v-neck showed a generous well of cleavage. There was no doubt it was borrowed, anyone would be able to tell she was wearing something that didn't belong to her. She smiled to herself at the thought, of the idea of them glancing at her, suspecting that she'd been fucked the night before. They wouldn't know the half of it.

Down the hall she could hear Neil moving around in the kitchen. She crept out of Casey's room, closing the door behind her gently. He was dead to the world, but you never knew. And besides, she wanted to find out what Neil was doing by herself.

Neve walked into the kitchen. He was pulling bacon out of the oven when she came in. She grinned at Neil's appearance, he wore only a pair of boxers and a ratty t-shirt. The bright red silicone oven mitts he had on looked wildly out of place.

"Victim number two," observed Inky from behind her.

"Smells nice," said Neve.

Neil almost jumped, the pan clattering in the oven as he dropped it, bacon grease hissing, and then he swore and grabbed it again, managing to throw it on the range top before closing the oven and turning it off.

He pulled the oven mitts off and tossed them on the counter.

"You okay?" she asked.

"You scared me," said Neil.

"You bake your bacon?"

"That's why they call it bacon. I thought you'd gone already."

"Nope. Still here."

Neil glanced at her, taking her in, his eyes drawn to her cleavage. She grabbed the hem of the shirt, pulling it to the side, as though it were an idle action, stretching the fabric tight so it rode up her waist, exposing the fact she didn't have any underwear on. Neil's gaze sank to her bare pussy, and when he looked up she bit her lip at him. She could see a bulge forming in his underwear.

"You still here?" she asked him.

Neil leaned forward, bracing himself on the counter and the island. He was still staring between her legs.

"God, I'm a million miles away," he said.

Neve stepped towards him, running her hands along his chest. She stood up on her toes to reach his ear.

"Would you like to go somewhere warm?" she asked.

Neil's breath was half a chuckle. She sank to the floor in front of him, the feeling of being between the counter and the kitchen island vaguely claustrophobic, but also a little bit private, like she was stashed there for Neil's amusement. And not just for witty one-liners.

"I don't know, Neve," said Neil, making no move to stop her as she put her hand inside his boxers and pulled his cock out. "Casey could--"

Neve ran her tongue around the head of his cock, and whatever sentence he might have said drowned in the pleasure he was feeling.

"Casey's asleep," said Neve. "And you two fucked me together most of the night, Neil. I don't think he'll object now."

"You--" Neil started and then cut off again as Neve plunged down his shaft. His hand snapped to the back of her head, his fingers digging into her hair.

"You went to bed with him, though," he managed, as Neve bobbed back and forth on his cock.

She let his cock free with a gasp.

"Are you going to hold that against me?" she asked.

"Last night? No. But I'm pretty sure I heard you guys fucking this morning."

"We made out a little," said Neve. She lowered her head back to his cock, stroking down it once with her tongue. "And I let him eat me out. But I was hungry, so I came out here."

"Hungry for more cock," said Inky.

She glanced up at Neil, holding his cock in one hand above her face, so that she had to look past it to look him in the eyes.

"Please, Neil? I'm starved."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm dying for it, honestly."

"Well, you are a guest, I guess. If you want it, you can have it," said Neil. He was grinning to himself as he looked down at her.

Neve lifted her head and took his cock in her open mouth, shoving herself down the length until she was taking him as far back in her throat as she could manage until she started to choke herself slightly, then pulling back and repeating the process a few more times, the last time working to get the last few little millimeters down she could manage, before pulling off him entirely.

"Fuck," said Neil.

"Thank you," said Neve. His cock was covered in her saliva, and it practically glided between her lips when she took him back in her mouth, sucking him in long, slow motions, not rushing herself at all. God, she could barely understand this. She'd just had a cock, not moments ago, and here she was, kneeling not thirty feet from that one, sucking another. She started to speed up, her hands grabbing Neil by the thighs for better purchase as she pistoned her mouth up and down his cock faster and faster. Neil's hand on the back of her head started to dig into her hair, as he made little groans of pleasure.

Neve ran a hand down her body, teasing each of her nipples in turn before bringing her fingers to her pussy. She was dripping. She couldn't remember a time before Inky appearing when sucking cock had literally had her dripping. Some of it was probably Casey's cum, to be sure, but the moment a fingertip brushed her clit, it felt like there was a spark of pleasure running up her body. She started to play with herself some more.

As she got more and more into it, she decided just sucking Neil's cock wasn't enough. She pulled back, freeing herself from his grasp, grinning at the expression of dazed lust on his face. She stood up, taking his cock in her hand, stroking him as she maneuvered herself up against the kitchen island. Neil slipped his boxers all the way off, and Neve tugged at his shirt until he pulled it over his head and tossed it over the island into the living room. Then he pulled her t-shirt up until it was rolled over the tops of her breasts. He squeezed her breast and ass, pushing in close around her. He lowered his head to her nipple as he held her breast, his tongue lashing it back and forth in a way that made Neve moan and stroke the back of his head.

The hand on her ass navigated to her pussy, and she moaned again as he found her clit, playing with it for a moment before his fingers slid lower, then pushed inside her. He pumped them a few times, before pausing suddenly.

"Fucking hell, Neve, I knew I heard something. Casey's already fucked you this morning," said Neil. He pulled his fingers away from her pussy.

Neve took his hand, guiding those fingers into her mouth. She could taste herself and Casey's cum on them, and when she looked up at Neil, he was watching her, his gaze flitting between her mouth and her eyes. She took his fingers as deep into her mouth as she could, then let him go, still holding his hand, her saliva dripping down his skin.

"You don't mind sloppy seconds, do you, Neil?" she asked. "When they're me?"

"Fuck," muttered Neil.

Neve stepped into him, her breasts pressing across his chest, her lips in his ear.

"I need that cock of yours inside me, Neil," she whispered.

That was as much as she needed to say. Neil grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up and back onto the kitchen island. Neve lay back, spreading her legs apart, bending them at the knees for him, so he could see her bare pussy, still with Casey's cum in it. Neil's gaze was locked on it, and his cock was hard in his hand. He put a free hand on Neve's thigh, then stepped forward and plunged his entire length into Neve's eagerly awaiting pussy.

"Yes!" she cried out.

"Oh--fuck--fuck, yes, Neve, I woke up thinking about this," said Neil as he started to fuck her. Neve didn't say anything back, she just moaned, closing her eyes, basking in the idea of Neil waking up hard, thinking about being in her pussy again, maybe even dreaming about fucking her. She wondered if he'd already come this morning. His hands slid up her body, cupping each of her breasts, squeezing and kneading as his cock drove into her, the slick polished stone of the island cold on her back, the audible repeating squeak of her skin against it every time Neil pushed in as deep as he could go.

After a moment, he wrapped an arm under each of her legs, his hands sliding up the undersides until her knees straightened, then lifted them up and together, slinging them both over his left shoulder. He wrapped his left arm around both of them, pinning her calves to his chest. Neve moaned again. She felt much tighter in this position, and Neil felt like he was hitting more of her.

"Do I feel good, baby?" she asked him. She cupped her breasts, pushing them together for him.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," Neil managed.

"You feel really good, too," she told him. "I'm so glad I came out here. This was just what I needed."

"I'm glad you lost your shirt last night, however you managed that," said Neil. "If you lost your shirt."

"I really did," said Neve. "But I'm glad, too."

"Well, you found one now, anyway."

Neve grinned, then pulled the shirt down so it covered her breasts, pulling it back up tight against her chest so that they sprung out as the material slid up her body. She put the hem in her mouth, then started to play with her breasts again, watching Neil fuck her.

After a few minutes, Neil pulled out and spun her onto her stomach, bending her over the kitchen island. She moaned as he slid his cock back into her, driving her up against the counter. He reached forward, gathering the t-shirt she'd borrowed from Casey in the back, pulling it into a tight bunch in his fist which he held steady in front of him. Now whenever he thrust Neve could only push as far forward as the t-shirt would allow, which was not much. She moaned and gasped as she reveled in how direct and intentional Neil was being. He was going to get off, he was going to use her body until he came, and everything he did was to that end. Neve slid a hand between her legs, her fingers stroking her clit. He can't help himself around me, she thought. It didn't matter that he'd just heard his roommate come in her, or that he'd felt it for himself, once she'd asked him to fuck her, it became all about his pleasure, and how she could give it to him, any thought of Casey far from his mind. She loved it, loved the idea of these men needing her, needing her pussy, desiring it to the exclusion of everything else.

"Do you want to fuck my ass again, Neil?" she asked.

The disbelief in his guttural moan was all she needed for an answer. He pulled out of her, letting go of the t-shirt, causing her to slump forward a little and leaving her feeling empty for a moment. Neve reached behind her, pulling her cheeks apart for him, expecting the head of his cock to split her open, ready for the flush of pain that would come. Instead, she let out an involuntary squeal when she felt something drizzle against her asshole, and when she looked back, Neil was holding a bottle of vegetable oil. He poured a little bit more onto her, then set the bottle down on the counter behind him, rubbing it into her ass before taking his now oily hands and stroking them along his hard cock until it glistened.

His hand gripped her waist, his thumb pressing into her back just above one buttock, and then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her asshole, a brief moment of resistance before he slid in, one smooth, slow motion until his hips were pressed directly against her.

Neve threw her head back and moaned, then bit her own bicep as Neil echoed her, beginning to pump his cock back and forth, slow but picking up steam. As he built back up towards the pace he'd been fucking her pussy at, he grabbed the t-shirt again, pulling it, the neckline cutting slightly into Neve's throat, just enough to feel like it might choke her.

"Fuck me..." she moaned.

"Oh, fuck, Neve," said Neil. "Goddamn, I love fucking your ass."

"Harder, please," she told him. "You feel so fucking good."

Inky laughed and her eyes flashed to him.

"And to think, just yesterday you were telling me that it was my fault you were enjoying anal in your dream."

If there wasn't a man behind her, driving his cock in and out of her ass at that very moment, Neve might have had some witty rejoinder, but as it was, she could only let out a wordless, nonsensical moan as Neil increased his pace.

"The perfect little anal slut you've become," observed Inky. His voice was lower, huskier, and he was approaching her. It really did seem like he was even taller now than when she'd awoken. Somehow she thought that his cocks were a little bigger, thicker.

"Why don't you show me how much you'll want it when you've got me behind you?" he asked her.

Neve moaned again, then started throwing herself back onto each of Neil's thrusts. Her hand ran down her body, finding her clit, stroking.

"Oh, my, fuck," Neil gasped.

"Perfect. Beautiful," Inky said. He leaned forward, his lips nearly touching Neve's ear.

"I can't wait," he whispered, the breath tickling her.

Neve came hard on Neil's cock, grabbing the edge of the counter as she stroked herself through the orgasm, moaning loudly. Neil only grunted, fucking her harder, only helping to prolong her climax. She could feel his intensity, his determination, and the sudden growth of how imminent it all was when he realized he was about to come as well.

"Fuck, Neil, yes, come in me!" she moaned. "Come on, please. Please! Come right in my fucking ass! I want to feel it, I want--"

She slid two fingers into her own pussy, finger fucking herself in time with his strokes until suddenly he seemed to lose all sense of rhythm, his pace frantic and uneven.

"Ahhhh, fuck!" Neil cried, and she felt him throb inside her, although it felt like the whole world was throbbing, and at the same time his cum came rushing out of him, she came again. He let go of the t-shirt, grabbing her hips, pulling her as tight as he could manage against him.

For a long moment, the two of them simply struggled through their respective orgasms, Neve's legs shaking from the effort of holding herself up as she came, even while Neil clung to her, pushing his cock as deep into her as he could. She felt him shudder against her, sharp soft moans slipping out of him, every time his cock throbbed in her, until just as they had for Casey, the pulses became weaker, with longer spaces. He leaned forward over her, his head planted in the small of her back.

"Good morning," Neve purred at him.

"Oh my fucking God, Neve," he moaned. She felt him pulse again, his whole body shuddering.

"Good, good morning," said Neve.

* * *

Neve left the townhouse in her skirt and sneakers, retrieved from the bathroom, her bag from the front room, Casey's t-shirt knotted at her waist so it didn't look completely like she was wearing a sack, eating cold bacon. Inky plodded beside her, just about level with her.

"You're getting pretty tall," she said.

"Thinking about something?" he asked.

"Yeah, that you've grown," said Neve. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that her waking fantasies were getting more intense.

He smiled, amused with himself, but said nothing. She felt a little calmer than she had. She wondered if it was fucking Casey and Neil most of the night and then first thing in the morning, that it had taken the edge off. That was good.

It didn't last very long. She made it back to her dorm, and then in the shower she felt that fiery urge return. She masturbated under the hot water, but that barely made a dent in it. When she got back to her room to get her stuff together, Sophia breezed in, and Neve thought about what she looked like naked, and if she maybe wanted to fuck again, but Sophia didn't have time, she had to meet Bryan somewhere. She gave Neve something much more than a friendly kiss goodbye, though. Which didn't so much help as make Neve more frustrated. Inky taunted her, and before she knew it she was lying on her stomach, her wand vibe under her, while Inky made comments about how nice her ass looked, although not as nice as when Neil had been fucking it, and nowhere near as nice as it would look when he fucked it. Neve came hard imagining it.

The day passed in a haze, even a brief rainstorm on the way to the cafeteria for lunch didn't help cool her off. Instead she sweat inside her raincoat, the damp fabric of her t-shirt sticking to her skin, making her very aware of how sensitive she was, how uncomfortably horny she was, how much she wanted to strip her clothes off and replace them with someone's hands.

She kept looking over at Inky, her eyes drifting down the dark maroon skin, watching the muscles move in his stomach as he breathed, rippling, pushing her gaze to his cocks, perpetually hard, enticingly thick, sculpted, even, just like the phallus. And not even full-sized, he still had another foot to go. Although he was growing fast, it seemed like he'd gained an inch since she left Casey and Neil's.

The idea of just walking over to him and climbing on him, fucking him as hard as she could... letting him fuck her... kept crashing through her thoughts.

That's what he wants, though, she thought. He wants me to beg him for it. He wants me to be so desperate for him to use me, to feel him throbbing inside me, that I start pleading for him to take me.

She wouldn't do it. She still wasn't even sure this wasn't just a psychotic break, and she wasn't going to get down on her hands and knees and beg her subconscious to fuck her as hard as it could. Her hands and knees... down in front of Inky... his cocks inches from her face...

Get a fucking grip, Neve, she thought. She needed a distraction. It was terrible she'd reached this state on the weekend, she didn't even have class to give her a place to try and draw her attention with work.

Wait. Work. She could go back to the archaeology lab. She could get into the main lab, just not into Dr. Lain's office. She had the key for that. That would help. She could channel all this energy into crunching data and site mapping. She might even manage to get ahead in her work, and then she could take it easier next week. Get some sleep, get some rest. That's probably what she needed most of all, it all stemmed from lack of sleep. And getting fucked every night wasn't helping with that. Especially as it ended up being basically all she did when she did get fucked. It was basically all she'd accomplished all week.

Neve made up her mind. She'd go to the lab, she'd get something done that wasn't getting laid. Something productive and constructive.

She glanced over at Inky again. His slitted eyes regarded her carefully. She studied his face for a moment, the strong brow, the high cheekbones, the defined jawline ending in a broad chin. His full lips and the forked tongue laying just behind them. And the horns, wide and thick, sticking out over his ears. She wondered what it would look like with him between her legs, what his tongue would feel like on or even in her pussy. Would her legs be up over his broad shoulders or over the equally broad horns? Her gaze again shifted to Inky's cocks, tracing each head and the bas-relief veins running down the shaft.

When her eyes rose back to Inky's, a knowing grin crossed his face. She blushed, and his grin only grew wider.

The archaeology lab. She had to get to the archaeology lab.

Fast.

***

"This is really boring," said Inky, as Neve sat in the lab, trying to do her work. The sun had long since set. The rain had let up. She could see people outside, heading home or off to parties or to the campus cafe or to the bars in town. "It's the weekend. Let's go do something fun."

Neve pointedly tried to ignore him. She felt like her arousal was a near constant now, so that she couldn't even break thinking about sex. She hadn't been able to sit still the entire day, the cafeteria had been a torture of gazes looking at her, so many eyes catching that she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were unbelievably hard, but no one had wanted to do anything. As it was, she was literally on the edge of her seat, trying not to think about how much she wanted to be touched. She'd been staring at the same spreadsheet on her computer for ten minutes now without touching a key, without even registering what was going on, just sort of absentmindedly thinking about how good it would be to have a hard cock pressing into her. She rubbed her legs together

"Look, you've got to do something. Why don't you do something college-y?"

"College-y?" she said, snapping a little out of her daze.

"Yeah, cut loose. Do something wild."

"Like what?"

"Well, people streak in college, don't they? You could do that."

The idea of being naked in public shot a spark up Neve's spine. Or down her spine. The point was that it didn't help her arousal to imagine every eye on campus on her body. She shook her head.

"No sports games tonight. And I can't."

"What about flashing, then?"

"Flashing?"

"Yeah," said Inky. "You know, you show off that gorgeous body of yours, but in nice controlled bursts. You can even vet them a little before you give someone a glance."

Neve thought of flashing the driver on the way to Casey and Neil's place, the way his eyes had bulged at seeing her tits. It would be fun to do that again. She could be subtle about it, too, just roll her t-shirt up then quickly put it back down if she thought she was going to get caught.

"That raincoat of yours is pretty long," Inky observed. "You could probably be naked under there and no one would even know."

Neve's breath caught in her throat. She hadn't even thought about showing her pussy. The idea thrilled her. She thought about the driver again, wondering if he'd had thought about her later, if he'd had to pull over and take care of himself. He would've if he'd seen her pussy, too, seen how wet and needy for cock she was.

"You want to be seen, don't you?" asked Inky. "You want everyone to know how good your body is, how wonderful it is to know you, how hot you look when you're fucking."

Her underwear was a sopping wet mess. Fuck, yes... she did want that. She wanted the whispers, the stares, the stories traded around about what they'd seen her do, or done to her themselves.

"You're a terrible fucking influence," she said.

Inky chuckled.

"A fucking influence is indeed what I am, but I'm far from terrible at it." he said. "Better slip out of those clothes of yours."

Neve was way ahead of him, already drawing her shirt over her head, then unbuttoning her jeans and peeling them off her with panties in one go. She kicked them the rest of the way off, so that all she had left were her shoes. When she looked up, she was standing just feet from Inky, the demon staring her in the eyes.

"An incredible woman," he told her, gesturing to the side.

Neve looked over where he'd pointed, at the mirror, saw herself, her clothes piled at her feet. She was intensely aware of the way Inky's eyes roved her body as he stood behind her.

"Look at you," he said. "People are going to be grateful they got to see this."

Neve put on the rain coat, holding it open. Then she closed it. The fact you could see her legs were bare up to the high thigh and virtually all of her cleavage didn't exactly lend credence to the idea that she was clothed underneath, but you couldn't say for certain she wasn't.

Unless Neve let you know.

She practiced the reveal, spreading the lapels quickly, then closing them again a few times.

"Now you see them," said Inky as she opened the jacket.

"Now you don't," he chuckled as she closed it again.

She looked at him.

"Okay, what... what do I do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm wearing just my sneakers and a raincoat, where am I supposed to go? Who do I flash?"

"Wherever you like, sweet. Whomever you like."

"Yeah, but, like, that's the whole world. Where do I start first?"

"Why don't you start by walking out the door?" asked Inky.

"Thanks," said Neve, in a tone that suggested he was not being very helpful. All the same, she did walk over to the door. She took a deep breath. She was leaving all her stuff here. Once she walked out, she wasn't getting back in, she was committed to walking around campus in nothing but a raincoat.

She could feel herself dripping at the thought of it.

She opened the door, stepping out into the hall. There didn't seem to be anyone around, but that made sense, it was the weekend. She heard a distant rumble, and started towards it, only for the janitor from the day before to appear, wheeling a mop bucket in front of him. He had in earbuds and hummed to himself as he mopped the floor back and forth.

"Apropos. He deserves to see you after what you put him through before," said Inky.

Neve glanced around. They were the only ones in the halls, and the only sounds in the building were the wet swish of the mop and the movement of Alan's feet.

Neve walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

The janitor nearly leapt out of his own skin, the mop slipping out of his hands. He made a mad grab for it, snatching at thin air, and then it clattered to the ground. He spun on heel, his expression turning from surprise to anger then back to surprise again when he saw who it was.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," said Neve, trying to hide her amusement behind her hand.

"You didn't scare me," he said, pulling the earbuds out and stashing them in a pocket. "You just... you surprised me a little, that's all."

"Well, I'm sorry for surprising you," said Neve.

"What are you doing here this time of night on a Saturday?" he asked. "I mean, that surprises me."

"I was catching up on some work," said Neve.

Alan gave her an appraising look, and it occurred to her that given she didn't have her book bag with her, that might not be the most convincing story, even if it was true. Or, at least, it was true to Neve's intention, she couldn't say how much work she'd actually gotten done.

"And now?" asked Alan.

"And now I'm leaving, but I saw you and wanted to say hello."

"Well, hello," said Alan. "I'm Alan."

"I figured," laughed Neve, pointing to his embroidered name tag. He smiled and shook his head.

"I'm Neve," she said. "Hello Alan."

There was a pause as they each waited for the other to say something else, maybe reveal what they wanted.

"Oh, just apologize and fuck him," said Inky.

"I made kind of a mess in there, before, didn't I?" Neve asked.

Alan looked away from her.

"It's part of the job, I guess," he said.

"Yeah, but, you shouldn't have to clean that stuff up," she said. "I mean, I was very naughty."

Alan grinned at her.

"You wouldn't be the first kid who fucked in a room after hours," he said.

"Did you see what I was wearing?" asked Neve.

"I thought I did... a skirt, right?"

"Yeah, just a skirt..." said Neve.

"It's a good look," said Alan.

"I'm not wearing anything under here," said Neve.

The janitor said nothing, just stared at her, as if waiting for something to come next. She wondered what was going through his head, if he was just the coolest customer in the world, or if she'd accidentally short circuited him.

"Would you like to see?" she asked, after the pause became a little too pregnant.

"Yes. Yes, I would," said Alan.

Neve pulled open her jacket, spreading it wide apart, showing the janitor that she very much did not have anything but her shoes on. His eyes traveled down her body, and when they slipped below her chest, she realized she was already dripping.

"What do you think? Do I wear it better than the skirt?" she asked.

"Yes, I would say so," said Alan.

"Well, before you make up your mind, do you want to get hands on, maybe?" asked Neve. "You know, collect some more data for comparison?"

Alan's grin was so wide that the top of his head was in danger of toppling off. He reached forward, one hand grabbing her hip, pulling her towards him, the other finding her bare breast, lifting it. She could feel the callouses against her own soft skin, then moaned when he squeezed her tit and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"What do you think?" she asked him, as he continued to caress her.

"I think you have a really great pair of breasts, Neve," said Alan.

"I'm glad you--oh--think so," said Neve. "They're really good to suck on, too, I think."

Alan chuckled at her again, but he lifted her breast a little, then lowered his head to her chest. Neve moaned as he took the nipple in his mouth, the wet heat rolling over it, at the barest pressure from his teeth. He sucked on her for a moment, then used his tongue to flick it back and forth.

"My pussy's very nice, too," she whispered in his ear. "If you'd like to test that as well."

Alan's right hand left her breast, riding the curve of her ribs and hip down to her pussy, his fingers pressing between her thighs.

"Oh, excited about something?" he asked her. Two fingers stroked across her outer labia, sending little bolts across her body.

"Yeah," said Neve. "You."

Alan grinned, then crooked a finger, and Neve moaned as it slid up into her pussy.

"God, you're tight," he muttered.

"Not so tight," said Neve. She rubbed a hand over the front of his boiler suit, feeling the rock hard cock under the fabric. "Not too tight, anyhow."

"Hmmm, I'll have to see myself, in a little bit," he said.

He slid another finger into her, then backed her up against the wall, pushing her by the hand between her legs. He pulsed the fingers inside her back and forth, making her moan.

His pace increased and she wrapped one arm around his shoulder, lifting one leg up and resting the thigh on his hip, so that his fingers could dig deeper. He kissed her neck, and Neve closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of him finger fucking her against the wall.

"A little chaste," observed Inky.

Neve's eyes flashed open and she glared at him. All the same, she couldn't help looking at his cocks, thick and inviting. She couldn't believe how much she wanted to suck on one.

Then she came back to where she was and realized she had one actual human cock to work with, not... not the imaginary cocks of a demon.

She pushed Alan back a little, kissing him once, letting it linger as she let her hand drop to his chest, tracing one finger up towards his collar.

Neve pulled the zipper of Alan's boiler suit, the garment parting down the middle with her as she sank to the floor. She was surprised to see bare, tattooed skin, before she reached the bottom, the zipper stopping just over his bulge.

Alan shrugged out of the sleeves of the boiler suit, letting it go slack enough that he could reach in and draw out a rather impressive looking cock. Not as good as Inky's, but still sizeable.

"You don't wear clothes under there?" she asked.

"I run hot," he said. "It gets sweaty. Besides, you're one to talk."

"I wasn't complaining," said Neve.

"Why don't you show me how you don't complain?" asked Alan, gripping his cock at the base so that it hung near her lips.

Neve didn't have to be told, she took his cock from him, then plunged down the length, so that he gave a sharp moan. Her body felt on fire, sucking the janitor's dick out in the hall. She knew no one was watching the cameras, but they were recording, if anyone pulled the night's footage, there she'd be, her tits out, gagging herself on this strange man's thick cock.

She made a show of it, opening her mouth wide and then forcing herself down his length, staring up at him so she could see how much she was taking. She took her hands off him for a moment, dropping her arms down to her sides, pressing her breasts together with her biceps so that the cock in her mouth ran above her cleavage. Alan leaned over, bracing himself on the wall with one hand, the other dropping to his cock to hold it straight for her. Neve moaned, then closed her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him. She let her eyes drop down, her lids closing, as though she were savoring some well-deserved dessert.

"God fucking dammit," he said. Neve echoed him with a pleased little moan, muffled as it was by the cock in her mouth.

He ran a hand behind her head, the barest of pressure applied, more riding her as she sucked than guiding her. Neve's pace began to increase, so that there was an audible gulping as she filled her mouth with his cock over and over, faster and faster. Neve wanted to put on a show for him. She had made a mess in the lab, and the poor guy had probably had to clean it up. And he'd seen she was topless on the way out. She wondered if it had tortured him a little, to know he'd come so close to seeing her tits, that she was the sort of slut who got fucked on the floor in the science lab. If he'd gone home and thought of her and gotten hard remembering it. She realized she didn't know if he lived with someone, if he had a girlfriend or a wife, if he'd fucked them while thinking of her. Or if he'd had to take care of himself. It was a very nice cock to have spent the night alone, but he'd also had no compunctions about seeing her naked or letting her suck his dick. She decided that, as far as she was concerned, he was single and had spent the previous night alone with his hand, and so she'd do her best job of making it up to him.

Alan certainly didn't seem to hate it. He was getting more and more vocal, and when Neve changed her pattern a little so that she pulled back until just the head of his cock was between her lips and ran her tongue around it before plunging down, he let out a curse. She wondered if he was close. She wondered if she wanted him to be close.

No, I don't think I do, she thought.

Neve pulled herself off Alan's cock, pumping it in one hand as she looked up at him from the floor.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.

"Here?" he asked.

"Yeah, right here," said Neve.

"I have the keys for any room," he said.

"I can't wait that long. I need it now."

"I don't have a condom or anything," said Alan.

"That's fine," said Neve. She gave his cock a long lick. "I want this thing raw anyway."

Alan gave a surprised grunt.

"Then, yes. God. Yes, I want to fuck that tight little pussy of yours," he said.

"That is the sort of thinking with your cock I like to see in a man," said Inky.

"I thought you might," laughed Neve. She wasn't sure if she was saying it to the demon or to Alan, but either way the janitor interpreted it as for him. She rose to her feet.

To her surprise, Alan grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss, pressing her body against his, cupping her cheek. Neve felt a little like melting into him, but the more time they spent making out, the less time there was to get railed up against the wall.

She pushed him away, then turned around, bending slightly at the waist, bracing herself on the wall before stepping her legs out.

Alan's hands slipped under her coat, then flipped it up over her back. She felt the air hit her butt, and then a hand gripped one of her cheeks, the fingers digging in as he squeezed.

"Fuck, you have a great ass," said Alan.

"He doesn't know the half of it," laughed Inky.

"God, you're so fucking wet," he said, staring as he grabbed her waist. If Neve had been able to think with anything except her pussy, she might have been embarrassed, but as it was, all she could think about was his hard cock and how much she needed it.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, please!" she moaned.

Alan hissed, and she felt the head of his cock pressing up against her. Then she felt him sliding into her, one smooth movement.

Fuck, I am so fucking wet, she thought. There wasn't even any effort, he just glided in between her folds, despite his girth.

The momentary self-reflective thought was evicted from her mind as the cock inside her started to move, and she groaned at the feeling of it, of how well he filled her up, hitting the spots as he began to thrust.

He was slow, at first, deliberative, as if getting used to the feel of her around him, and then he ran a hand up to her shoulder, finding a steady rhythm. He pushed her shoulders down more, so that Neve was a little closer to perpendicular.

"Yeah, fuck," he said.

"Yeah, do I feel good?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Not too tight?"

"No. Just tight enough."

"Mmm," agreed Neve, biting her lower lip. His strokes were long, precise movements, so that he almost threatened to slip out of her, then rammed home just when she thought he might.

"Do you like how wet you make student pussy?" she asked. She didn't know why she was talking like this, except that there was something hot about how he talked about her pussy, something that made her feel sexy and desired and yet a little bit used, to have him reduce her down to it.

"Oh, very much," he said.

"Have other students been this wet for you?" she asked.

Alan chuckled. His pace was picking up slightly.

"You're my first..." he said.

"I am? Lucky me." She paused and just let him fuck her a little bit.

"Why haven't you shared this great cock with anyone else?" she asked.

"Great cock, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah... oh!" said Neve as he picked up the pace a little bit further. "You're depriving us of the experience. What's our tuition money even going to if not the opportunity to get dicked down by a good dick?"

He laughed again, and shook his head.

"It actually says in the Employee Handbook we can't have relations with students," he said.

"So you could get fired for this? For how good your cock feels in my pussy?"

"I could..." he said.

"Do you want to stop?" she asked. She tensed herself, squeezing his cock with her pussy. He groaned.

"No. Fuck, no. It's worth it..." he said.

Neve laughed and it turned into a moan as he drove particularly hard into her.

"Fuck me like you're going to get fired for it," she told him.

The custodian grabbed her hair, pulling it back, and Neve moaned as her back arched as he drove himself right up against her. The thrusts got stronger and faster, the hand on her hip digging tighter into her skin.

"Yes, yes!" she cried.

"Do you like that, you messy little slut?" he asked. "You like getting railed up against a wall in the hallway like a whore?"

"Yes... fuck... yes!" Neve cried. "I fucking love it!"

She did, too, she realized. Everything about it made it hotter for her, the fact it was out where anyone could see, that it was an academic building, that anyone could come and catch her at it, just like the student worker in the library, that it was just some random janitor who worked here. Even the cameras made it hotter.

She realized that she'd started touching herself without thinking about it, and throwing herself back into each of Alan's thrusts, the violent claps of her ass hitting his skin echoing down the hall with her moans.

Her legs started to shake a little and she came with a shout, Alan pushing as far in as he could go, holding himself still inside her pussy as she struggled through it.

"Fucking hell. Look at you coming on my fucking cock," he said. "You really do love being the slut, don't you?"

Neve pressed both arms against the wall in front of her, her cheek up against it as well as she came down from the high.

"I told you..." she said.

"Fuck me," she added.

Alan laughed at her.

"Whatever the lady wants, she gets," he said.

He started up again, this time pushing her up forward, closer against the wall, so that she had to go up on her toes and he had to squat a little to keep the angle. She moaned when he pulled her hair straight back and down, her head rolling with it, the cock drilling up into her, slamming her chest up against the wall.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she called out. Her voice trembled with every one of his thrusts. "I love it..."

"Goddammit," said Alan behind her.

He pounded her what must have been as hard as he could, maybe a dozen strokes more before he cursed again.

"I'm going to fucking come..." he moaned. "Where do you want it?"

"Wherever you want!" Neve told him.

"Fuck," he muttered, and she could hear the indecision in his voice, even as he continued to fuck her.

If you don't choose soon, it's going to be made for you," thought Neve. She started to drive down as best she could onto him, helping him along.

"Fuck it, get on the floor," he said. "I'm going to come in your mouth."

Neve didn't say a word as Alan pulled out of her, spinning her around with one hand, his other pumping his cock. She sank into a squat as fast as she could, resting her back against the wall she'd just been bracing herself on, opening her mouth, and when she did, the custodian rammed his thick cock between her lips, both his hands wrapping around the back of her head as he fucked her mouth, the sound of his grunts of effort, Neve's muffled moan, and his cock hitting the back of her throat the only noise in the hallway. Her raincoat had slipped off her shoulders, getting caught in the corner of her elbows, just below her shoulder blades. She had a hand between her legs, flicking her clit as furiously as she could manage, thrilling in his using her.

"Ahhh, fuck!" he cried, his hands squeezing Neve's head as far down his cock as he could manage. She moaned as she felt him throb, coming directly down her throat in hard, pounding pulses. She could feel the pleasure radiating up from her pussy as she played with herself, putting her other hand on her breast and pinching her nipple.

"Delicious," said Inky.

Neve gave a pitiful, muffled moan as her orgasm washed over her, her body quivering. She wasn't sucking actively anymore, so Alan pulled himself out of her mouth, stroking himself, a couple more pumps splattering on her chin and neck, drizzling down into her cleavage. She could feel some of his cum dripping out of the corners of her mouth, too.

"Holy fuck," muttered the janitor as he stepped back, his cock still in his hand, drinking in the sight as Neve abused her nipple and continued to stroke herself. She leaned back against the wall, spreading herself for him as she played with herself until finally her knees gave out and she collapsed forward, the pleasure receding at last.

Neve shook her head, looking up, she could feel sweat matting some of her hair to her forehead. She smiled at Alan.

"Thank you," she said. "I hope that made up for the mess."

"Well, I think we made another mess, but, yeah, the first one we're good on."

"Oh, I need to make up for this one, too? Can I have your phone then?"

"Why?" asked Alan.

"To give you my number," she said.

"Oh," said Alan. Then it registered. "Oh! Okay, yeah."

He unlocked his phone and handed it over.

Neve went straight to his camera, then took a selfie of herself, winking and flashing a peace sign, cum still decorating her chin and chest. She went into his contacts and entered her number, set her name as "Messy Neve" and then used the photo she'd just taken as the contact photo. Then she texted herself the picture so she'd have his number.

"Thanks," she said, handing it back to him.

She climbed unsteadily to her feet.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around," she said.

"You know... I get off at ten..." said Alan.

"He already got off just now," said Inky.

"Oh, thank you, but I don't think I can," said Neve, ignoring the joke. "I have to meet up with some friends..."

"By which you mean, strangers," said Inky.

If Alan had any question of her going to meet friends wearing nothing but sneakers and a raincoat, he didn't ask them. Nor did he attempt to follow as she hurried into the stairwell, doing up her raincoat along the way.

"Now to unleash yourself upon the world," murmured Inky.

Whatever confidence Neve might have gained by getting fucked by Alan the Janitor in the Human Sciences building went out the window when she stepped outside. She walked down the path, going by students and the occasional staff member, sometimes faces she recognized. Luckily no one she really knew.

"I don't know if I can do this," she whispered.

"Of course you can, sweet," said Inky.

"There are so many people around, I'll get caught."

"That's half the fun, isn't it?"

"I don't want to get expelled."

"It'd be the fool that would expel you, sweet," said Inky. "Especially given what you'll do to keep from getting expelled."

The idea of blowing or fucking a college administrator to keep her place at school sent a thrill down her spine. She'd fucked Dr. Lain, of course, but that was desire. Something about the idea of making it transactional as well as forbidden captured Neve's imagination. The necessity of trading her body for something she needed.

"How about that one?" said Inky, pointing. She followed his finger to find a student sitting on a bench outside the humanities building, checking his phone. It was a small little patio outside, benches on three sides, a lamp, and some scraggly shrubs that gave anyone who sat there the illusion of privacy. Still, his back was to the building, and all the windows behind him were dark. Only he would see it if she flashed him from in front.

She looked around. There were definitely people around, but not enough that she felt like everyone would see her. And the shrubs would obscure some of it. She made her way over to the man on the bench.

He looked up from his phone, giving her a curious look. Neve's heart was beating in her chest.

"Can I get your opinion on something?" she asked him.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Do I look hot in this?" she asked.

His brow furrowed and he looked her up and down.

"I mean, sure. It's a nice coat, I guess," he said.

"Okay, hold on..." she said. She pulled the lapels of the raincoat apart and spread them for him, revealing her tits and pussy to him.

"How about now?" she asked.

The other student's eyes bulged a little, and she watched his gaze race to her breasts, then down to her pussy, and back up to her breasts again. She glanced down at his jeans and thought she saw something of another bulge.

"Um..." he said. "Yeah... that's pretty hot."

"Thank you!" said Neve.

Without another word, she closed the coat as tight as she could, turned on her heel and beat a brisk retreat into the night before he could say anything back. She could feel the heat in her cheeks and was practically hugging herself keeping the lapels closed, but she was also grinning absurdly from ear to ear. Her whole body felt like it was humming.

"Having fun?" asked Inky.

"He must think I'm crazy," she said. "I can't believe I did that."

"I'm not sure if he thinks you're crazy... maybe a little odd, but not crazy. And I don't think he could believe it either."

Neve continued her hurried walk down the path, looking for another person to show off for. She came across the Student Union building. It wasn't busy this time of night, but there was still a steady trickle of students in and out. There were also plenty of hallways and side rooms for various clubs and activities that she knew a lot of students had keys for. Places where she might only have an audience of one.

"Bold," said Inky, as she slipped into the building after some students came out.

On the sub level of the Student Union, there was a convenience store called "the Depot." It was staffed by student workers and it was open until late at night except on Sundays, which meant it had a largely bored and indifferent staff and catered mainly to drunks. She had no idea what drew her to it, other than a general sense that there might be people there. What she planned to do after.

She noticed the student worker staring at her bare thighs as she walked in, and she wondered if he could tell she wasn't wearing any pants. Doubtful. She turned down an aisle in front of him. Inky ranged through the back of the store, staring at her over the shelves.

She wasn't even sure what she was going to buy. She didn't really want to buy anything. She checked to see who was in the store. A group of five people, three men and two women, came in, apparently engaged in some sort of inside joke that had to be done with raised voices. They wandered over to the refrigerators, trading laughs back and forth, while Neve stood in her aisle pretending as though she were being indecisive, glancing towards the cash register every once in a while. To her dismay, one of the men in the group was also indecisive and asked what he should buy, which led to four separate opinions on what decision he should make.

Finally, after what felt like forever, they were checked out and exited, still telling their jokes. Neve waited while their voices drifted away, then glanced up at the cashier.

He stared back, maybe a little curious by how long it was taking her to decide on what was a shelf of microwave mac and cheese and chili.

Neve walked up to the register, staring at the candy under it. She grabbed a pack of gum and put it on the counter.

"Just the gum?" asked the cashier.

"Yeah," said Neve.

"Do you want to charge it to your plan or pay with a credit card or cash?"

"Oh, I guess... um..."

Neve made a show of patting herself for a card and as she did she let the coat slip open.

"Uh, your--" the cashier started, then realized that in addition to not wearing a top, she wasn't wearing any bottoms either.

"Oh," he said.

"Oh, sorry," said Neve. "Does it bother you?"

"Um... no..."

"Can you see much?" she asked.

"I mean, no, no, I didn't... it's not immediately noticeable..." the cashier tried, making a paltry attempt at politeness.

"Oh, well, in that case, here, take a better look," Neve said, opening the coat wide for him and stepping closer.

"Fuck--" the cashier said. He closed his eyes then opened them again.

"--ing hell," he finished.

"Do you like my tits?" she asked.

"Yes... yes... I do..." he said, staring at them.

She pressed them together slightly with her arms, glancing down at them.

"I like them, too," she told him. "Would you like to touch them?"

"Um..." he said. "Yeah..."

Neve smiled at him. He glanced around again and leaned over the counter, one hand outstretched, cupping her left breast and caressing it slightly.

"That feels nice..." she told him.

Apparently encouraged by this, his other hand grabbed her right breast, both his hands squeezing and kneading, getting more aggressive with them, until finally he pinched her nipples. Neve let out a tortured moan. She had the thought of getting on her knees behind the counter, pulling out his cock, sucking him off while he rang up other unsuspecting students.

As if summoned by the thought, she became aware of the sound of footsteps out in the hall, almost at the point of turning into the Depot. She pulled away from the cashier, hurrying to close her coat, and looked up right into the suspicious gaze of Charlotte Babson.

The Ice Queen Bitch's eyes fell to the cashier's hands, far over the counter, nearly where Neve's chest had just been. He dropped them to his sides, a little too quickly. Then they shifted to Neve's, holding her raincoat closed.

"On second thought, I have enough gum, thanks!" said Neve.

"Hi Charlotte! Have a good night!" she said as she scurried by her imperious classmate. She sprinted up the steps to the first floor of the Student Union, then burst through the doors out into the night again.

Her heart was racing. She wasn't sure how much Charlotte had seen. Surely not the cashier fondling her, she'd stepped back fast enough to stop that. But she might have seen that she'd had her tits out in front of him, she had no idea if she'd closed the coat in time.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck--fuck," she said.

Inky raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"What's the problem?"

"I almost got caught."

"And he repeats himself... what's the problem?"

"Charlotte Babson is absolutely the type of person to take this to the Dean of Students," she said. "If she saw anything, I'm going to get expelled."

"I haven't seen anything to support that contention," said Inky.

"Between this and Dr. Lain's office..."

"But she didn't report Dr. Lain's office, did she? And that was days ago. She's had a chance to rat you out to the Dean, and she hasn't taken it."

"You don't know the Ice Queen Bitch," said Neve.

Inky shrugged.

"Maybe," he said. "Of course, it could be that you've judged her character all wrong."

"Either way, I should go home," she said. "This was a dumb idea."

"But you've been enjoying yourself," said Inky. "Haven't you?"

She thought about the janitor, and the man on the bench, and the way the cashier's hands had felt on her breasts. She could feel herself dripping down the inside of her thigh.

"Yes..." she said.

"And wouldn't you like to do more than just have your tits fondled across a counter?" asked Inky.

He couldn't have known about her fantasizing about blowing the cashier, surely.

"I already got fucked this morning and tonight," she said.

"And that's enough for you, is it?" asked Inky.

Neve didn't say anything back to that.

"Why don't you walk around for a little bit more?" the demon suggested. "You don't have to do anything more, but you might find something you like."

Neve didn't say anything, but she did start walking again. Inky had enough good sense to not point out that she was walking away from her dorm.

In the quad there were a pair of picnic tables that students sometimes sat at. Tonight there was one guy walking around them, having a conversation on his phone through the earbuds. Neve couldn't quite hear everything he was saying, but it was clear he was talking to someone else, and whatever they were saying was getting him more and more riled up, his hands waving through the air as he paced.

He was reasonably cute, a mop of dark hair, broad shoulders, a little beefy in the right ways.

The thought occurred to her that she'd never blown someone who was on a call during it before.

"Another opportunity falling into your lap," observed Inky.

"He's having an argument."

"Yes, with someone else. He'll be distracted. If he doesn't seem receptive to seeing your body... and I doubt he won't be, but if... you can scamper away before he has time to get upset with you."

A little part of Neve's brain told her that didn't make any fucking sense, but the majority grabbed hold of Inky's logic and held on for dear life. Before she knew it she was walking over to him.

"Baby, you don't--no, that's not what I'm saying, but... I'm just saying, don't jump to--"

Neve gave him a little wave, which he returned without really thinking about it, the casual rudeness of social niceties, still pacing around the tables. When he came back around, he was still trying to sell "Baby" on the other end on the idea that she shouldn't do whatever it was she was planning on doing. Leave him, by the sounds of it. He looked her up with a critical eye, surprised she was still there.

Can I help you? he mouthed at her.

"No, I don't think you have bad judgment, I just think in this case that--" he said aloud.

Neve nodded.

With what? he mouthed, but by then Neve was opening up her coat, holding the lapels apart for him. Even in the low light of the quad, he'd see she didn't have clothes on.

"Baby, I don't--I don't--" he said, still talking to the person on the phone, but staring wide-eyed at Neve's naked body. "I'm sorry, could you repeat the last thing you said?"

Neve couldn't actually hear the words of the response, but she could hear the noise crackling out of his earbuds.

"I'm paying attention! I'm paying attention! I just... some people came by and I got distracted--"

There was another crackle of noise from his ears.

Can I suck your dick? Neve mouthed, gesturing at his crotch.

He stared at her for an awkwardly long time without saying anything.

More noise from his earbuds and his attention snapped back to them.

"I'm listening! This isn't... if I have had problems listening in the past, this isn't related, I swear."

Neve dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands moving to his fly.

She stopped just before her hands touched him and looked up inquisitively at him.

There was a moment of tortured indecision, and then he nodded.

"Baby, you don't understand--no, no, I think you could understand, but I mean, in this situation..."

Inky laughed as Neve unzipped the man's fly, reaching into his pants and underwear, then drawing out his cock.

"He never could've resisted you. A barely clothed slut with a spectacular body and a willing mouth, appearing out of nowhere. He must think he's dreaming. But I can assure you he's not."

Neve ignored him, even if the description of herself did make her somewhat proud. The cock in her hand was hardening, but not quick enough for her liking. She glanced up at the man one last time, catching his gaze. He was staring down at her, his gaze dull and heavy-lidded, enraptured by her. She turned back to what she was doing and took him all into her mouth.

"Oh..." he groaned as her lips enveloped him. Neve reached up and guided his hand to her head.

"What? No! No! I'm not jerking off to us having an argument! What kind of fucking pervert do you think I am?" he said to his earbuds, even as he started to apply pressure to the back of Neve's head as she sucked him.

"Baby, it wasn't sex-" he cut off as Neve deep-throated him, and when she glanced up he was staring down at her, a slight anger in his eyes.

"-ual..." he finished.

His argument continued for several minutes as Neve made it her mission to get him to moan again while on the phone. The hand on her head balled into a fist several times when she managed to take him particularly deep.

Finally, she had him deep enough that her nose pushed against his pubic hair, and she held it for a moment before pulling all the way out, tongue out, staring up at him.

"Fuck!" he cursed. Neve plunged down the shaft again.

"No! It wasn't what you--wait, we can talk about this. Don't--Fuck! Baby! Baby? Babe? Fuck, she hung up."

He took his earbuds out, snapping the lid of their case shut after placing them in. Neve lifted her head up off his cock.

"How's your night going?" she asked, holding the shaft in her fist, just in front of her face.

"Well, I just got dumped," he said. Neve ran her tongue up the bottom of his cock as he spoke. "But I have to admit it's looking up."

"Glad to be of service," said Neve.

"You just like sucking strangers' cocks?" he asked her.

"Pretty much," said Neve before sucking on the head of his for a moment. "Why? Got any complaints?"

"Just blowjobs?" he asked.

Neve laughed and rose to her feet. She reached forward and found his belt without looking, undoing it as fast as she could manage, ripping it out of the belt loops and tossing it into the grass. She unbuttoned his fly, then slid her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, pushing down so that it all slid down his legs.

"Lie down," she said, pushing him towards one of the benches attached to the table. He didn't take much convincing, going over on his back, his feet on the ground, knees bent at a right angle as Neve followed him, straddling herself across him. She reached down between her legs, found his cock, lifting it up to her pussy.

"Jesus, you're fucking dripping," he said.

"I just had a cock in my mouth, of course I'm dripping," said Neve. "My pussy is jealous."

With that, she lowered herself onto his cock, and they both groaned as she wrapped around his shaft.

"Oh, fuck... I needed this..." she moaned. She planted her hands on his chest, staring down at him. Even in the low light she could tell his pupils were huge, that he was enthralled with the sight before him. His hands were on her hips,

"Goddamn, you're like a dream," he said.

Neve giggled at the echo of Inky's observation. She liked being a dream. She liked how his now-failed relationship was all but forgotten, driven out by the experience of fucking her. She began to bounce on him, working to find a rhythm that seemed right.

"Ah, yeah, just like that..." he moaned when she did. Neve rode him at a regular, insistent speed, not slow but not fast either.

All the same though, his cock just started to feel better and better, and she leaned forward a little bit, raising one arm up to the tabletop to brace herself. She felt one of his hands grab her breast, the other wrap around her hips, pulling them tighter against him.

He started to thrust up into her. Neve moaned. His cock felt so much better now.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yes, fuck..." she gasped. "I like how good you feel."

He raised his head, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it, until she moaned out loud again and wrapped a hand around his head, the hand on his chest digging into his skin. The picnic table bench creaked as Neve bounced on the man's cock, moaning, his tongue seeking her nipples as she rode him.

He sat up a little, the arm around her waist holding her into his lap. He kissed and sucked at her collarbone and then her neck, and Neve threw both arms around his shoulders.

"Oh... good... good..." she moaned. "Fuck me..."

"You really want to get fucked, you crazy fucking slut?" he asked her.

"Yes. Yes!" cried Neve, her arms still wrapped tight around the man's shoulders.

His hands slid down her body and all at once she was being lifted into the air. His cock slid out of her and she gave a little frustrated mew. He turned until he was facing the table again, and let her down somewhat roughly onto the top of it, so that she was lying on her side. He put one hand under her knees, pushing them up until her legs were perpendicular to the table. Half her raincoat had fallen over her body, so he whipped it aside. Neve smiled as she watched him drink in the full view of her breasts down to her pussy.

His cock reappeared at her pussy and she gasped as he plunged into her. He put one foot up on a crossbar, driving even harder.

"Oh, fuck... goddamn..."

"Do you like it, baby?" asked Neve. "Do you like fucking a slut in the middle of the quad?"

"Goddammit..." he muttered, pumping into her. He reached down and squeezed her breasts with one hand.

"Yeah, you like my tits?"

"Yes..." he managed.

"Play with my tits, baby. Did your ex have tits like these?"

"Fuck!" he gasped. "No. Fuck, no..."

The pace of his fucking was driving her up the table, away from him, and Neve pushed back, using her hands to brace herself. She glanced over her shoulder.

"Did your ex's pussy feel as good as mine?" she asked.

"God fucking dammit! You crazy fucking slut..." he gasped.

His hand slid back under her knees and he pulled her legs up in front of him. His hands slid down to the tops of her thighs, pulling her in to him, plunging his cock to the hilt inside her, over and over again. Neve let out a throaty moan, maybe too loud for the quad, but she'd forgotten whatever remained of her decorum.

Neve's ankles rested against the man's shoulders, her sneakers up by his ears, her body bent at a right angle. He groaned and grunted as he fucked her, staring down at her. It was like he was half in a trance, unable to believe what was happening, compelled to continue. For Neve's part every bit of her felt alive and aware, she could feel every hard inch of his cock pumping into her, the sweet way she filled and stretched when he went as hard as he could. She played with her own breasts, feeling them up and rolling the nipples.

"No..." he finally managed. "No, fuck, your pussy is so much better."

"Yeah? Does it make you want to come?" she asked.

"Fuck... fuck... yes!"

He gripped her thighs, pulling her closer to him, her ass hanging all the way off the edge of the table. Three more hard thrusts and then he pulled out, a hand leaving her thigh to furiously pump his cock.

Neve slid off the table, guiding him to sit back down on the bench, kneeling in front of him. She pressed herself between his legs, taking his hard cock from his hand. She drooled into her cleavage, glancing up at him as she did so, watching the realization grow over his face. She pushed his cock between her breasts, squeezing them together, one in each hand.

"Ohhh, fuck," the man breathed as she began to stroke them up and down his length.

"You like it?" Neve asked.

"I love it," he managed. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him, guiding her head up so he could kiss her, but Neve let him for only a minute, before breaking it to focus back on the cock pressed into her cleavage.

She lowered her chin down to her chest, opening her mouth, so that when the head of his cock pressed up out from between her breasts, she could tease it with her tongue. He moaned, and his hand moved to the back of her head, his other one gripping at the table's bench.

"Oh, holy fuck..." he muttered.

"Yeah! Come for me, baby!" exclaimed Neve. "Come all over these tits. Are you gonna come for me?"

"I'm going to cum so fucking hard," he said. "I... fuck!"

Neve felt the throb between her breasts, a rope erupting from her cleavage, splattering up her neck, followed closely by another and another while she laughed in delighted surprise. The hand on the back of her neck pulled her closer, and she nestled in closer between his thighs, watching as cum came pouring out of his cock with every throb. In the night air, it felt so hot on her skin, it gave her goosebumps until it finally stopped. Neve pulled away from him, his cock lightly coated in the cum that had dripped down between her cleavage.

He groaned, watching her, then groaned again when Neve bent to clean up his cock, a sharp exhale of breath escaping as she tongued over the sensitive head.

"Thank you," she said when she was done.

"Jesus, fuck, thank you," he said. "Are you pledging to a sorority or something?"

Neve laughed.

"I'm too old for that. No, I just need to do some more public service."

She stood up. He seemed to be in no hurry to rise, or even put his cock away, content to just sit slumped against the table, recovering.

"Well, have a good night," she said. "I hope you feel a little better about your breakup."

"Honestly, she was right, it was pretty much over. And... yeah... I mean... this was a pretty good way to break up, as far as breakups go."

Neve smiled at him, giving him a wave and then turned and walked away, headed down the path toward the street that ran through the center of campus.

"And do you feel better?" asked Inky. "Or do you want to go home now?"

Neve looked over at him. She had to look up to stare into his eyes, the fire in them laughing, taunting her. Unbidden, her eyes dropped to his lips, then his chin, then slid down his chest until she finally got to the twin cocks. She knew she'd just been fucked on a table, but somehow she felt desperately horny, and all she could think about was getting fucked again.

"I could stay out for a little longer," she said.

Inky just laughed.

Neve walked down the street when suddenly the world was lit up in blue and red. A siren chirped once. She glanced behind her, and was only slightly relieved to see that on the side of the white SUV was the university's "public safety," not the town's actual police department. Then she remembered if Charlotte Babson was a maybe on telling the administration what she'd been up to, Public Safety was a definite. It was their job, after all.

"Oh my god..."

"Stay calm," said Inky, as the doors opened and two Public Safety Officers got out and approached her. "Don't move."

"Miss, we saw what you were doing with that young man," said one of the Public Safety Officers.

"Oh, I..." she wasn't sure what to say. She hadn't done up her raincoat, her tits were still very much on display, as was the cum decorating them.

"Ask them if they'd like to try you out," Inky whispered in her ear.

She glanced at him.

"What?"

"Ask them if they'd like to fuck you too," said Inky. "They won't refuse."

"Miss, have you taken anything tonight, you seem a little disoriented," said one of the officers.

"No. No!" said Neve, maybe a little too forcefully. She glanced up at them and bit her lip.

"You saw what I was doing?" she asked.

"You weren't exactly hiding it," said the taller of the two officers.

"How much did you see?"

"We saw enough," said the other officer.

"Are you sure you saw enough?" asked Neve.

"We're sure."

"You're sure you wouldn't like to see more?" asked Neve.

The two officers traded a look between them.

"The guy you saw me with didn't leave me satisfied. I didn't even come," said Neve. Her eyes traced them up and down. "Can you help me with that, officers? I honestly think it might be an emergency."

"Doesn't look like an emergency," said one.

Neve dropped to her knees in front of one of them. She looked up into his eyes.

"Please? I'm begging you... I really, really need a good fucking. And a hard cock in my mouth. Can't you help?"

The officer she was talking to gave his partner a look.

"Jesus, are you really going to do this?" asked his partner.

"I mean... look at her," said the other, gesturing at Neve's half-nakedness. "Look at her body."

"She is hot, I'll give you that," said his partner.

He considered Neve for a moment, and she met his look back.

"Both of us?" he asked.

"Both of you," she said. "I need as much cock as I can get."

"Fuck it... I'm game," he said.

"All right, get it out for me," said the officer Neve was kneeling in front of. She reached forward, finding his fly, unzipping him, then reaching inside his pants and his boxers to find a very long, but not particularly thick, cock waiting for her, drawing it out, watching as he hardened in her hand.

"Well? Don't just stare at it," he said. "Suck it."

"Yes, officer," said Neve.

She plunged down the officer's length, taking as much of him as she could manage, then pulled away, licking the underside of the shaft while holding it and staring up at him, repeating it a couple of times, her tongue running over his balls briefly before she finally followed the shaft back up to the head.

When she took him in her mouth again, he groaned.

"Ah... yeah... I hope that helps, girlie," he said, sliding both his hands into her hair.

Neve moaned around him. She backed off just enough that his cock slid out of her mouth.

"Just what I was looking for," she told him.

He chuckled, but his hands were pressing insistently at her head, pushing her back onto his cock.

"God, she's good," he muttered.

"I mean, these kids don't know what work is," said his partner. "This is probably what she does all day."

"That's a kind of work," laughed the officer with his cock in Neve's mouth. "But seriously, she can't be that old. She sucks cock like she's seen thousands of them."

"A true natural," said Inky in her ear. She'd lost herself in the experience, forgotten about him, hadn't even felt his presence as he'd bent down closer to her. She nearly jumped, but managed to avoid giving any outward sign to the Public Safety Officers.

Still, all the talk of her cock sucking skills set her on edge. She started to get more engaged with the officer's cock, her noises a little louder, her movements a little faster.

She was choking herself on the length when the other officer spoke up.

"Hey, now me," he said.

Neve looked over at him, seeing he already had his cock out. He was the opposite of his partner, shockingly thick but not that long. He seemed to be at full hardness already, just from watching her work the first officer. She turned and took him to the hilt on the first go.

"Oh, fuck," said Officer Thick.

Neve gagged slightly as she forced herself just a few more millimeters onto his cock, her nose touching his abdomen, as she looked up at him. He groaned then used a thumb to push a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. She closed her eyes and turned back to her work.

She started slow and steady, running the entire length of him in long, deliberate movements, letting him out of her mouth bit by bit until she was holding the head of his cock on her extended tongue, then pushing back to take him to the back of her throat again. She began to increase the speed at which she plunged back down, still keeping things slow as she went back up his cock.

"God, fuck. She does suck cock like a pro," said Officer Thick.

"I told you," said Officer Long. "If that's what she does all day, then she's definitely putting the work in."

He chuckled to himself.

"Although, 'do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life,' and all that," he laughed. "Isn't that right, girlie?"

Neve moaned out an affirmative.

Officer Thick laughed as well. He stroked Neve's hair away from her face again, then brought his hand around the back of her head, keeping her from getting too far off him, shortening how far she could retreat up his shaft by half.

She felt him start to thrust a little, and she moaned appreciatively at him. It might not have been work, per se, but it was effort, and she didn't mind if he made some. She sort of appreciated it, in fact, reveled in the idea of him using her mouth the way he wanted to, at his own pace.

Soon there was only the staccato sound of Neve's muffled moans as Officer Thick fucked her mouth, his head up and eyes closed, savoring it.

"We're going to get caught out here," said Officer Long, after a moment.

"Yeah, she's good, but I'm not going to be quick," said Officer Thick, his hands in Neve's hair, cupping her head as he drove his cock in and out of her mouth.

"Let's hop in the cruiser."

Officer Thick gathered Neve's hair in one hand and pulled her off him, his cock coming out of her with a wet gasp.

"Get in the car," he said.

Officer Long got in first, moving to the other side, and then Neve crawled in, on all fours on the seat. Behind her, Officer Thick entered, closing the passenger door behind him.

"Okay, back to work," Officer Long said to Neve, gesturing to his hard cock poking up from his lap. He'd already slipped his belt, pants, and underwear to the floor.

Neve did as she was told, crawling forward and taking him in her mouth. He gathered her hair up from her face, wrapping it in a tight ball around his fist.

Behind her, she felt fingers slide along her pussy.

"Jesus, she is fucking soaking," said Officer Thick.

"Well, she did just get fucked," his partner returned.

"Yeah, that's true. I just... you're really enjoying this, aren't you, girl?"

Neve moaned as affirmatively as she could with her mouth full. Officer Thick played with her pussy a little bit long until she finally heard a belt being undone and a zipper being pulled down.

"Unnfh!" she moaned as Officer Thick's eponymous cock slid into her.

"Oh... fuck!" he groaned.

"How is it?" asked Officer Long.

"Goddamn, dude, it's really good. She's fucking tight and wet as hell."

Neve was moaning around Officer Long's cock, shifting back, trying to get more of Officer Thick's cock inside her as he thrust into her.

"She's going nuts," said Officer Thick. "Check on her."

Officer Long grabbed Neve's hair, pulling her head up off his cock. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, pumping it hard.

"You enjoying yourself?" he asked.

"Yes! Fuck, yes! It's so good! Oh, god, I love your cocks!"

"Jesus, just desperate for it, huh?"

"Yes..." moaned Neve. "Fuck me."

Behind her Officer Thick was doing just that, his pace increasing slightly. Neve put her head in Officer Long's lap. She found his cock, kissing the base of his shaft. The whole thing was working for her in a way she never would've thought. Getting fucked by two men from either end, in a car. The fact they were Public Safety Officers. The fact she was trading sex in order to escape consequences. The fact that fucking her was so enticing they were willing to make that deal. That they'd seen her fucking the student at the table. That anyone outside the cruiser could hear her moaning.

Officer Long pulled her head back up, using his other hand to feed his cock back into her mouth. Neve began to bob on it obediently.

"That's good, girlie," he said. Neve felt a little thrill shoot up her spine.

"Fuck..." said Officer Thick. "Let's flip her over."

"Why?" asked Officer Long. He had a hand on the top of Neve's head, his elbow resting on her back as she blew him. "She's doing such a good job here."

"Because I want to see those tits of hers again," said Officer Thick.

He leaned forward and pulled on Neve's raincoat, lifting her back and up, Officer Long letting go of her as she did. She felt the cock in her pussy withdraw, and she shrugged out of her raincoat, which was promptly discarded on the floor.

"Turn around and get on your back," Officer Thick told her.

Neve did as she was told, and when she was lying on her back, looking up at him, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging loose off his shoulders, he whistled.

"Jesus... to be twenty again."

Without much more ceremony he wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her legs apart, yanking her down the seat towards him. Neve's feet ended up with one on the head rest on the back seat, the other on the head rest on the driver's seat, so she was spread apart, legs straight, pussy wet and waiting for Officer Thick's cock.

She watched as he pressed his cock down with his thumb, felt the head press against her lips, pushing in, quick and hard, the public safety officer burying himself to the hilt with one thrust before starting to pump into her. Even thrust shook her whole body.

"Hell, look at those big fucking tits bounce," said Officer Thick.

Neve cupped her breasts for him, her head lolling back, and she opened her mouth to moan. The minute she did, Officer Long loomed over her and the sound was muffled as his cock plunged in.

"You're still not done here, girlie," he told her.

Neve transferred her attention to the cock in her mouth, reaching a hand to take Officer Long by the shaft, plunging up his length, the wet gluck echoing in the car as she sucked him over and over.

"God, what a fucking slut," said Officer Thick, pounding between her legs. Neve couldn't answer him except to moan around Officer Long's cock, but when Officer Thick put a hand on her stomach, she arched her back, and he continued running it up her body to fondle her right tit.

"I swear to god these girls get more insane every year," said Officer Long. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of Neve's mouth, then rammed it back to the hilt, repeating it a couple of times until she choked, and he pulled out. Neve gasped for air, but her hand grabbed his cock, stroking it furiously.

"It's all that online porn they watch as kids," explained Officer Thick. "They're all trying to be pornstars."

"Well, it's working out for us this time at least" chuckled Officer Long.

Neve licked at the base of Officer Long's cock, then sucked one of his balls into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" he grunted, and she felt his length pulse in her hand, then the jets land across her neck and chest, until the strength of them went out, and instead trickled down his length over her hand and onto her cheek and chin.

She wasted no time cleaning him up, licking the shaft eagerly, then looked up at him.

"More," she gasped.

Officer Long laughed.

"Okay, sweetheart, you'll get more, get me there again." He thrust his hips slightly to indicate what he meant. She reached up and pulled him into her mouth, hungry for it.

"She is fucking desperate for it, these guys must not fuck her enough," said Officer Thick.

He was braced on the back seat now, one of Neve's legs over his shoulder, the toe of her shoe scraping against the roof of the car. He was leaning over her, stretching her leg back, her hips tilting slightly so that he could plunge even deeper into her pussy.

They don't fuck me enough, she thought. If they had, she probably wouldn't be walking around campus looking for it on a Saturday night. She wouldn't have fucked a janitor, or her professor, or a random student worker in a library study room. She might not have even dreamed up Inky.

Officer Long's cock had hardened again, and he grunted and cupped her cheek.

"Okay, her mouth is good, but I'm ready for something else."

"Oh," said Officer Thick, from between Neve's legs, still fucking her. "You're going to make me give up this pussy?"

"Not necessarily..." said Officer Long.

He pulled his cock out of Neve's mouth, and stared down at her.

"What do you think, girlie? You said you wanted more, can you handle both of us at once?"

"Yes! Please!"

"Fuck," said Officer Thick. "Maybe I should've traded..."

"Too late now," said Officer Long.

"How are we going to do this?" asked Officer Thick.

"Why don't you switch with her, she gets on top, and I'll be behind?"

"Sounds good."

Officer Thick's cock retreated from her pussy and Neve sighed at the sudden emptiness. She knew what was coming would be enough, but it was still a transition to go from having a cock in her mouth and her pussy to having no cock at all. She glanced down between her legs, looking at the thing, glistening from being inside her.

Officer Thick lay down on the seat and Neve crawled on top of him, spearing herself with a moan on his heavy dick. He reached up and grabbed her, pulling her down onto his chest, her breasts flattening against him as she stretched her arms out to brace herself and hold herself steady. Behind her, she sensed Officer Long's presence just before his cock pushed its way into her asshole, the two of them filling her at once.

Neve screamed out in pleasure at the sensation, and Officer Thick covered her mouth. The two of them quickly found a proper rhythm and the feeling began to override Neve's senses until she had an explosive orgasm around their cocks, her eyes shut tight, fireworks of red and the rushing of blood in her ears along with the sounds of their grunts and their cocks plunging in and out of her. The cruiser's springs creaked and groaned in time as the car rocked from side to side.

Her eyes opened and she saw Inky standing just outside, looking down through the window, watching her as the two Public Safety Officers sandwiched her between them, the hand on her mouth. The look in his eyes was hungry. Envious, she thought.

She was moaning uncontrollably into Officer Thick's hand and staring at Inky outside the cruiser. The demon took a methodical step back, and she could see that both his cocks were standing at attention, dripping with precum.

She moaned even louder, trying to thrust back against them.

"Oh my fucking god," groaned Officer Thick.

Inky placed a hand on each of his cocks, and began to stroke them.

Neve's eyes widened momentarily before her orgasms ripped through her, one after the other, so that she was shaking on their cocks, her eyes closing shut tightly. She shook her head back and forth, Officer Thick's hand over her mouth losing its place.

"Yes--oh my god, yes--" she moaned, drawing each S out as the pleasure washed over her. "Oh my god, fu-uck me!"

"Ohhh god!" exclaimed Officer Thick, and she felt his cock pulse inside her, felt the cum pumping into her pussy, making her come even harder as she bounced on him, as Officer Long fucked her ass.

He wasn't too far behind. He hooked one arm around Neve's elbows and lifted her off Officer Thick, the hand coming off her mouth so she could scream freely as he railed her with his partner's thick cock still buried inside, still pouring cum into her pussy. A hand squeezed her breast, and then she felt him pulse as well and his grunts and groans as he unloaded himself into her ass.

"Fuck!" he moaned. "Holy fuck!"

Neve had another orgasm, screaming loud enough that Officer Thick clamped her mouth with his hand again, this time as hard as he possibly could. She stared out the window of the cruiser, looking at Inky as he watched her come around these two men's cocks inside her, while one of them kept her gagged and the other restrained her by the elbows.

She didn't remember really coming down from it, or them pulling out of her, only that Officer Thick's cock, covered in her juices and his cum from her pussy, appeared at her head and she instinctively sucked him again until he pulled away. Then they were sitting up in the back of the cruiser, Neve watching as they pulled their pants on.

"Am I free to go?" she asked.

"You promise you won't tell anyone?" asked Officer Long.

"I mean, I'm gonna tell some people about getting my brains fucked out in the back of a Public Safety car," she said. "But not for a while and I'm not gonna tell anyone it was you."

There was a moment as the two men traded a look over her, and she felt, rather than saw, Officer Thick shrug, and Officer Long looked sort of resigned.

"Okay, yeah, you're free to go," he said. He opened the door, stepping out and holding it for her. Neve climbed out, the air outside the cruiser much colder than it had been inside. But refreshing and crisp on her bare skin.

"Hey, don't you want your coat?" asked Officer Thick from inside the car.

Neve looked back at him.

"No, I don't think so," she said. "It's such a nice night."

"Fucking insane," she heard come from behind her as she strolled away.

"Have I ever told you how magnificent you are?" asked Inky, walking a few feet away from her. She was vaguely aware that she was walking in the direction of her dorm, but was in no hurry to get there.

Neve looked up at him.

"A few times," she said.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I feel really fucking good," said Neve.

"Well, you are fucking good," said Inky. "All these men have said so."

God, they have, she thought. It made her feel desired, powerful, even, in its own way. They loved fucking her. They would want to fuck her again, if they got the chance. Like Neil waking up thinking about being buried in her pussy. The attention was like a drug, pushing her to euphoria, making her crave more when it was absent.

And then there was Inky, too. His attention. The way he'd watched her through the window of the cruiser, although she wasn't sure if demons could see through window tint. No reason they couldn't, but no reason they could, either.

Someone wolf whistled her, breaking her reverie on Inky, and Neve spun around, seeing a guy with a bunch of his friends.

"You want to get your cock sucked?" she asked.

The group paused, and the guy who'd whistled seemed vaguely stunned.

"Like, right now?" he asked.

"Sure. Get it out and I'll blow you," she said.

"We'll get caught," he said.

Neve shrugged.

"I've already been caught once by Public Safety tonight, they seem cool with it," she said.

She looked at the rest of his group.

"Any of you want to get head? I'm giving it away, as you can see," she said, stroking her hands up her nude body.

There was some silence and then some whispering. A lot of heads shaking, "no."

"Fuck it, me," said one guy, pushing his way through.

"Mike, you're a fucking idiot," said one of his friends. "She's probably high."

"Just cock drunk," said Neve.

He approached her, unzipping his fly, and slipping out a decently sized dick.

"Thank god," said Neve. She squatted down in front of him, taking his cock from his hands.

"Oh my--fuuuuck--" the guy named as Mike said as Neve took him in her mouth. His cock was hardening significantly as she began to blow him.

The group hadn't gone anywhere, all of them watching her suck their friend off.

"She's good," said Mike, as Neve ignored everything but the dick in her mouth. "You should've taken her up."

"If you get caught, you're both going to get expelled," said the guy who'd whistled at Neve in the first place.

"I'll bet I'm not even close to the first guy who's gotten his dick sucked out here," said Mike.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed.

Neve let him out of her mouth for a moment, pumping him up and down with her hand.

"Yeah? Do you like that, baby?" she asked him.

"Yeah! Don't fucking stop, you cocksucking slut," he admonished her.

She moaned, then plunged back down his cock, sucking furiously back and forth. She paused for a moment to let him slowly out of her mouth, opening wide and letting him see the head of his cock resting on her tongue before driving her lips back down his shaft, making a show of it. She started to touch herself, playing with her clit, her moans getting more animated as she sucked.

"Jesus," she heard one student say.

When she opened her eyes, she realized a couple of Mike's friends had their phones out, recording her as she blew him. She ought to say something, she knew, but the idea of this being committed to film, of it spreading through campus, thrilled her in a way she couldn't quite place. Everyone knowing her as the naked woman who blew a guy in the middle of the path. She let go of Mike's cock, touching her breasts as well, pulling at her nipple, giving them the cameras a show.

"Oh, fu--" Mike began, and Neve realized he was about to come. As quick as she could, she pulled away, her hand flying to his cock and pumping him hard, aiming his cock down. He gave a long, hard grunt and she felt him pulse in her hand, a hot jet of his cum striking across her chest, trickling down onto her breasts. She kept pumping him, rewarded with four more airborne ropes before his cum was just trickling down over her fingers and thumb, falling onto her and the ground.

"Holy fuck," said Mike, shuddering, taking his cock away from Neve.

Neve climbed to her feet, she could feel Mike's friends eyes on her. One person was still recording, although most of them had put their phones away. She drew a finger through his cum on her body, then licked it off and looked up at them.

"If any of you want to get head, you know where to find it. Or pussy, if you want. Just come and get it. It's yours for the taking."

There were no immediate takers, so Neve shrugged, then turned around and started back to her dorm.

She was in sight of home when she heard fast-moving footsteps behind her. Her heart leaped into her throat, but she resisted the urge to turn around.

She didn't see who it was, only that hands grabbed her, and someone pushed her over the low stone wall near her dorm, there was someone undoing a zipper and then a hard cock slipping into her soaking pussy with one quick motion. He pulled her hair, drove hard, making Neve moan.

"Oh, god, she's crazy wet," said the guy fucking her. Neve moaned again. He might actually be feeling the cum from the public safety officers, but she was also quite turned on, so it wasn't outside of the realm of possibility.

"I can't believe you're doing this," came another voice.

"She said she wanted it," said a third.

"Harder!" moaned Neve. "Don't stop fucking me."

"See?" said the third voice.

"God, her pussy..." murmured the man inside her.

"Good?" asked the second voice.

"I mean, you know, she's a slut, so I figure she's a good lay, but, holy shit, man, I could stay here all day."

Neve moaned again.

"She seems to like it..." said the second voice.

"... so good..." Neve managed. It wasn't the best she'd had, not even of the night, but there was something absolutely working for her about these three men, three strangers, fucking her in public, two of them politely waiting their turn for a chance to be inside her.

The man fucking her yanked her hair back, and started to pump even harder, causing her to bounce back on him.

"Yes, just like that!" she called out.

"God, you like that, you crazy slut?" he asked. "You like getting fucked out here by my big cock."

'Big cock' might've been generous, but Neve supposed adequately sized was more of a mouthful. Still, she did, in fact, like it quite a bit.

"Yes, god, fuck me," she groaned as she braced herself on the wall.

"Oh, shit, I--"

"Fuck, yes, come in me," she moaned and then gave out a delighted cry as she felt the man pumping his load into her, his cock pulsing over and over again.

He pulled away from her, and then, before she could even look behind her to see if she knew who it had been, the second voice behind her said, "fuck it, I want a try."

"Yes," she moaned.

"Good girl," murmured Inky, and his approval felt like a warm glow of sunlight.

The new cock, this one significantly bigger than the first, slipped in and wasted no time pounding in her pussy, his hands gripping her waist to pull her tight onto him.

"God, bounce on my fucking cock, you needy slut," he said, and Neve started pumping back against the stranger,

Her eyes opened for a moment, and she could see Inky standing nearby. The flames of his eyes were burning holes into her, and she shuddered as she felt his desire, as her eyes fell on the two stiff cocks in his hands. He stroked himself in long, slow motions, his hands moving in unison along his length, and Neve watched entranced as the skin stretched with each pump, veins in sharp relief, a pearl of precum appearing at each tip on one return stroke, before tipping out and dripping down the heads on the next. They were all she could think about, along with his big hands, how they'd feel gripping her, if the claws would hurt, what those muscled forearms would feel like in her palms, what it would feel like when she was spread--

There was a sharp painful pull in her scalp that raised her head up, drawing her back to the cock pounding into her pussy.

"Where you'd go, slut? Are you actually high?"

"No, fuck," she moaned. She'd stopped pushing back on him, and pushed up on her arms. "I'm here, I'm here, fuck me."

As she lifted herself off the wall, the hand in her hair dropped it, the man using both hands to wrap around her chest, squeezing her breasts, not seeming to mind how tacky her skin was from the cum drying on it.

"Fuck me, these are nice tits," the second voice said, just behind her head. The hands pinched her nipples in unison, pulling on them just slightly.

Neve moaned. Her body was burning up again, the feeling of some stranger she'd never even seen ramming his cock into her, playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples, while she met him thrust for thrust, out in public, over a wall in the middle of campus, where his two friends... anyone, really... could see, starting to get to her. And then, to top it all off, there was Inky, standing in front of her, watching her get used, touching himself, the heads of his cocks glistening from the small stream of precum dripping down them.

"Oh my fucking... oh my fucking God!" she cried out.

The climax caught her off guard, building so quickly from the small tickle it had been that it felt like an avalanche sweeping across her body. She shuddered and screamed out her pleasure, staring at Inky, her body shaking, her hips pumping wildly, trying to force as much of the second stranger's cock into her as she could manage.

For his part, he was having as much trouble as she was.

"Holy fuck, she's been coming for like a minute... she's so fucking tight... I... I can't..."

Neve flung a hand out behind her, grabbing at the man's leg, pulling him in tighter to her.

"Come for me! Please come for me! Come in me!" she cried out.

"Ah, fuck! Here it comes, goddammit!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Give it to me!" shouted Neve.

"Fuck!" the word erupted from the man's mouth just as she felt the heavy throb of his cock inside her, felt it pumping, filling up her pussy as he came.

"Yes..." moaned Neve.

He kept throbbing, holding himself in place, Neve's hand still holding his thigh against her, while he moaned and shook behind her. She reveled in it, the feeling of his hard cock pulsing inside her, adding yet another fresh load of cum to her pussy. That made three, by her count.

With an agonizing slowness, she felt him throb for one final time, then pull out of her, gasping for breath.

"Fuck, sloppy thirds," said the last voice. "And Jimmy didn't even want to do it at first."

"Yeah, you should've let Jacob go first, Jimmy," said the first voice.

"Oh, sorry, this is the first time I've ever fucked a naked free use slut in public," said the second voice, dripping sarcasm. "I didn't realize there was a protocol."

"Jacob can fuck my ass if he wants," said Neve. She declined to tell him he'd also be getting sloppy seconds that way.

"Fuck, a naked free use public anal slut," said the first voice.

"Excuse me, boys," said the third voice, radiating smugness.

Neve felt the head of a cock press up against the cleft of her ass and she spread her cheeks apart for him, shaking and moaning over the wall as he pushed his way into her asshole.

She was glad, actually, that he was the one fucking her ass, because he was the smallest of the bunch for certain.

"Oh my god, this is fucking amazing," he moaned.

"Is this your first time doing anal?" asked the first voice.

"It's, uh, it's actually my first time, period," said the man fucking Neve's ass.

The other two guys laughed.

"Hell of a way to lose your virginity," said the second voice.

Neve moaned at the thought of taking some guy's virginity, whose full name and face she didn't even know, yet, by getting fucked in the ass in public.

"You feel so good," she said. He did. Some of it might have been just the novelty of the situation, of course, but he was big enough that she felt full with him fucking her, but not so big it hurt a lot.

"She loves it, man, you're a natural."

"Fuck me," moaned Neve.

"Give it to her hard! Don't leave her hanging!"

"Oh--oh shit!"

Neve sighed as the pounding stopped and she felt him explode as he came. He gave a couple of shuddering moans, then pulled a quickly softening cock out of her.

"Haha, her ass was too much for the virgin," said the first voice.

"My first time was pretty quick, too," said the second voice.

"Thank you guys," said Neve, pushing herself off the wall. She turned around to see who they were. They'd definitely all been in the group with Mike. She thought one might've been in her chemistry class... but she couldn't be sure.

"Hey, uh, can we go again?" asked a taller guy with bright red hair and scruffy facial hair that she recognized as the first voice. "I didn't get to fuck your ass."

"Can you guys get it up again?"

The three of them began pumping their cocks hard, to no avail.

"It's the pressure," complained the shortest of them, the third voice, Jacob.

"I think it's because we're all jerking our dicks together," observed the second voice, Jimmy, who turned out to be kind of a handsome in a heavier way, average height, dark-haired man. He gave up and tucked himself back into his pants.

"Sorry fellas," said Neve. "Some other time, I guess. I had a lot of fun, though, thanks for your work tonight."

She gave them a big smile and a wink. She got to the door of her dorm, and then realized that she should've thought about entering buildings when she left the lab, because her keycard was sitting back in her backpack.

"Hey, can one of you guys let me in?" she asked.

"Yeah, no problem," said Jimmy. He walked over and tapped his wallet against the sensor, then pulled the door open for her. For his trouble, she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, what's your name?" shouted the first guy as she slipped in through the door Jimmy held open. He was still continuing the valiant assault on his own flaccid penis.

"Neve Saunders!" she shouted.

"Nice! Thanks, Neve!" said Jimmy.

The halls were mercifully empty. People were either out at parties or else in their rooms already, sleeping, like she should be. She made her way up the stairs and to her room, keying herself in. She didn't have her phone, otherwise she'd have checked to see if she had any messages from Sophia about whether Bryan was coming over again. The room was empty, though, and it was late enough that she figured Sophia would be out for the night.

She was desperate for a shower, grabbing her toiletries and bathrobe and shoving her normal pajamas of a pair of panties and a tank top into the pocket. She couldn't see where Inky had gone. She didn't remember if he'd come into the dorm with her.

It was weirdly quiet in the shower. Not many people in the dorm room bathroom this time of night, and she still didn't know where Inky had gone. The soap and hot water helped refresh her, or at least undo the feeling of grime that had come since everything she'd been up to since leaving the lab. She started to count... eight... she'd let eight men use her over the past couple of hours... and then two more if you counted Neil and Casey since the day started. Ten men had come in or on her in less than 24 hours... she'd lost track of how many times they'd come. She'd lost track of how many times she'd come.

And yet, even after all that, she still felt like she wanted to get off. Like she could still use a good, steady, pounding. The idea of someone coming into the bathroom, walking directly up to her shower, pulling aside the curtain, then pushing her up against the tile and fucking her flickered through her mind.

Inky was going to have a field day in her dreams, she thought. He was going to run roughshod over all her fantasies.

To her immense shame, she realized she was looking forward to it. She thought about masturbating in the shower, just to take the edge off and let her get to sleep, but then she thought about doing it in the room with her wand and the demon. He wouldn't mind, he'd egg her on, she knew. She might make a real show of it, for him. Let him watch as she came for him, her legs spread, the vibe on her clit, her back arching, moaning out into the night. He'd be begging to fuck her.

She ended the shower as fast as she could, giving her hair a very light blow dry to help it along before pulling her panties and tank on. She'd put a t-shirt down or something on her pillow, she figured, as she made her way back to her room and let herself in.

Neve closed the door, putting her toiletries down, then tossing her towel over at her hamper. She became aware of a presence looming in the room, and she looked up.

The demon was huge, now, sculpted muscles across a broad chest, wide shoulders that looked like rolling hills, his horns thick like a steer's, and maybe seven feet tall, towering over her.

"Oh my god," she gasped.

"It's time," he said, his voice deep and raspy. "You've experienced all these mortals, now it's time to experience me at my full power. You won't be disappointed, you know it."

"Inky..." she said.

His hand framed her chin, lifting it. The move was sudden, almost aggressive, but his touch was careful, gentle even. He drew her to him with the one hand, his blazing eyes regarding her carefully.

"That's not my name," he said.

His face drew even closer to hers, so that she could feel the slight breeze from each breath he took.

"Say my name," he said.

Neve stared back at him for a moment, unsure. Then finally she gave the barest of perceptible nods.

"Idlu," she said.

He took one of her hands, and pushed it down, and then the next one in turn, so that Neve was touching his abs, then explored lower. He held himself steady, and Neve felt the first cock, then the second, taking one in each hand, both of them thick and hard, equals to the phallus.

"Oh," she moaned, her voice little more than a whisper.

"Tell me," said Idlu, his hand still touching her face, the pinpricks of his claws on her cheek sharp enough to remind her he wasn't human, but not enough to hurt her.

Neve held his gaze for a moment, then glanced down his body to the two cocks in her hands. She knew what he wanted her to say. It was the same thing she wanted to say. But if she said it, and it came true, and it was anything like what it was in the dream, she also knew that there was no going back from this. Right now, she could just excuse this as her slutty nympho week, brought on by... well, stress, she had to assume. But if she asked for what he wanted her to ask for... if she said the words they were both dying for her to say...

Her eyes rose back to the demon's face.

"Please fuck me," she said.

"Gladly," Idlu growled. He leaned down, kissing her, sharp teeth biting at her lip for a moment before his long, pointed fork tongue exploring her mouth. She began to pump his cocks in her hands, exploring their lengths.

He broke the kiss after a moment, pushing Neve's arms apart. Without a word, he reached forward and grabbed Neve's tank top, ripping it down the center, the cotton tearing like it was paper, her breasts spilling out. The demon drank them in, and Neve shuddered with how much hunger and want there was in his gaze on her body.

To her surprise, he began to sink to his knees in front of her, kissing at her neck, his tongue snaking around it entirely for a moment, squeezing just a little bit, before retracting and exploring her collarbone and then down to her breasts. He lingered there, the long, prehensile forked tongue slowly exploring her chest, circling and lifting one breast while the tips teased her nipple. She moaned, her hand touching the back of the demon's head. She realized she'd never actually touched him before, that his skin was unbelievably soft, even if he lacked hair.

He trailed down her stomach, his tongue uncoiling itself then tracing across down her skin after, tickling her navel. His hands found her panties, and he grabbed each side, then pulled them apart like they were tissue paper, discarding the remnants on the floor. Those covetous eyes stared at her bared pussy in front of them, before flickering back up to hers. His tongue retreated into his mouth.

The demon's hands wrapped under Neve's ass, gripping the back of her thighs, and from his spot on the ground, he lifted her up like she weighed nothing, putting her down on her desk, his hands pressing her legs apart for him, so that Neve's pussy was spread and bared, just inches from his face. The burning eyes regarded it, and Neve shivered involuntarily, watching as the long forked tongue slipped out of his mouth, snaking through the air before it pressed against her pussy. She moaned, her muscles stretching as the warm, wet tongue pressing against her pussy sent currents of pleasure through her body.

"Oh my god... oh my god..." she moaned.

The demon hummed with pleasure, reaching a hand up over his head, squeezing her breast, drawing a finger back and forth across her nipple. She grabbed onto a horn, her knuckles whitening as she held on for purchase. The tongue snaked up into her pussy, and she was surprised to feel it flatten, thicken even, inside her, sliding deep inside her in a way she'd never felt, each piece rippling, but not hard or ramming her. Just insistent, rapid strokes of it.

Idlu's other hand came up to her stomach, his finger reaching down, finding her clit with a practiced ease, stroking it in time with the rhythm of his tongue fucking her. She gasped again and moaned. It felt unbelievable. The pleasure was building inside her, her hips were moving involuntarily, trying to find a way to maximize it every time Idlu found a place worth exploring. She shuddered. She was going to come.

I'm going to come from a fucking demon tongue fucking my pussy, she thought. From a seven-foot tall incubus with horns and two cocks.

Even as the thought slipped through her mind, disbelieving though it was, her pleasure spilled out and she started to come. She moaned. Loud, louder than she'd thought she would be. Her muscles contracted and released, her stomach fluttered, her eyes did as well before she crammed the shut. Idlu wasn't ceasing and it was making her crazy. She could feel herself dripping with how wet she was... it actually felt like she was flooding his mouth as she came.

"OhmygodohmygodohmyGOD!" she cried as she kept coming, until it got so overwhelming she grabbed each of Idlu's horns, trying to lift them away from her.

The demon complied, pulling away, making Neve instantaneously relieved and sad in the same moment.

He stood up, raising himself to his full height. His cocks stood proud and erect, and Neve's eyes fell to them. She could swear her mouth literally watered.

Idlu caught the glance.

"I've seen how you stare," he said. "They're yours, if you want them."

Idlu sat down in her desk chair, oddly undersized for him, his knees spread out, both his cocks sticking up. Without a word, Neve crawled to his lap, pressing herself against his thighs. She took a cock in each hand, moving them just slightly so that she could take one in her mouth. Good God, they were thick. She licked each one in turn, running her tongue over the skin of each shaft before making her way to the heads. She sucked at the top of the bottom one, and was surprised to find that when she pulled back that its twin throbbed in her hand in unison.

She lowered her head back down to the upper cock, opening her mouth, then glanced up at Idlu. The demon face was impassive, granite, but his eyes were dancing their covetous flames.

She closed her lips around his cock, pressing down the length.

It was not entirely dissimilar to sucking on the stone phallus, back at the start of this. She didn't know why that surprised her, it shouldn't have, but there was the sense of the familiar, as though she'd done this before. She supposed she had, in a way. As she got lower, her lips had to stretch more, until it felt like too much, just as with the phallus. But where that had clearly been stone, the soft flesh of Inky's cock, plus the firm hardness, felt unworldly. Just the scent of him was intoxicating, driving a wild need to taste him. She pulled off his cock, then held it up for herself as she ran her tongue from base to tip, licking the bead of precum off the very top.

She moved to his lower cock, her hand pumping his upper one as she repeated the process, tracing his shaft with her tongue, then licking the head clean. She felt the demon shift in the chair. She sensed his impatience with her, the desire to have her lips closed around one of his cocks again. Which was good, because she wanted to have one filling her mouth.

She did her best to take his lower cock as deep into her throat as she could manage, and was gratified when Idlu gave a groan of pleasure, reveling in the delicious torture of his. Neve's head bounced in his lap as she fell to her work, her hand still driving up and down the other cock's shaft. She felt the simultaneous throb of him in her mouth and in her hand.

She started to alternate back and forth, taking one cock as deep as she could manage, holding it for a moment, then rising off and trying again with the other. Idlu's hand wrapped around the back of her head, following each plunge. At his gentle insistence, she started to work each cock longer, adding an extra trip up and down his length before switching, then adding another and another until she would suck his lower cock for a short while, then his hand would let her head rise up off him so she could switch immediately to his upper cock and repeat the process.

"Exquisite," he said to her after several of these trips back and forth had been completed. She moaned around him, then moaned again as his free hand found her breasts, massaging and pawing at her chest for a moment while she sucked him. As she changed cocks, she looked up at him, thrilling when she saw a soft smile on his lips as he watched her.

After another moment, Idlu leaned over, his hand pulling her by the hair up from his cocks, Neve's hands each full with one, staring down at them. She felt him lean over, felt his hot breath in her ear.

"I want to see you take one of these," he told her. "I want to see you ride me."

Her eyes flashed up to his as he sat back up, the cat's eyes shining with amusement down at her.

"Would you like that?" he asked.

Neve didn't say anything, only nodded. She was blushing, embarrassed, she realized, at how bad she wanted it.

The demon rose, pulling her up with him, then lifting her off her feet. He tossed her into the bed like it was nothing, then clambered in after her, lying down next to her. He cupped her face, kissing her, drawing her to him, so that she threw a leg over one of his, and he adjusted her so she was lying on his chest. His thigh was between her legs, and she ground her pussy on it slightly, rubbing her clit on his velvet skin. One of his hands cupped her ass, giving it a soft but insistent squeeze, the other touching her breast, his thumb running lazily over her nipple, then rolling it carelessly.

As soft as his kisses and caresses were, Neve's awareness of the two hard cocks waiting for her, pointed up in the air, touching her thigh and hip whenever she moved to her right, began to override her other senses. She lifted a leg, throwing it over his other leg so that she straddled him at his thighs. She broke the kiss and sat up on her knees.

She slid in against the lower cock, grinding her clit on the shaft, taking it in her hand, pulling it up against her skin. It stretched up towards her navel, and the thought of something this hard, this long, this thick inside her gave her a momentary pause. But it was only for a moment, only long enough until it was overwhelmed by the desperate desire to have it, to feel what she'd felt in the dream.

She rose up, lifting herself until she was poised over his cocks.

Idlu held her by the waist, staring up at her. He was almost too big for her bed, and she groaned as she reached down for his bottom cock. His gaze was burning, hungry, but he didn't move as she adjusted her hips, pulling his cock to her pussy. She was so wet she was literally dripping onto him, and yet at the same time, the size intimidated her still. He was so big in her hand.

The head of his heavy cock pressed against her slit, slipping between the folds, slowly stretching her. Neve let go of it, sinking back onto it.

Inch after delicious inch of the incubus' cock pressed up into Neve, and she moaned and gasped, throwing one hand forward onto his chest to keep her balance. Idlu's hands held her waist up. Her other hand grabbed his top cock, holding it tight around the shaft. She could feel his heartbeat in it. As she lowered herself, her clit pressed against the bottom of the upper cock, and she moaned as it ground against the velvet skin.

"Yes," hissed Idlu as she finally reached the bottom, nearly all of his cock buried inside her. His eyes were roaring fires in their sockets. "Yes."

"Oh fuck yes!" she shouted as she settled down to the hilt with him inside her. It felt just as it had in her dreams, maybe even better. He stretched her in the most delicious way she could imagine, her pussy full of him, and she moved her hips on instinct, pleasure pouring up into her body as his cock moved inside her.

"Oh..." she gasped, staring down the bed at Idlu. He had a smile on his face, his eyes searching hers, sussing out the way he was making her feel.

She moved slowly at first, getting used to him, shuddering at how he felt. As she slid back and forth, the pleasure began to build inside her, and she started to chase it, getting a little more insistent each time she pushed back down onto his cock. She started to pump her knees, her hips shifting up and down, Idlu's cock pushing in and out of her.

"Oh my god, I need more," she said.

She braced herself against his stomach, gathering first one leg and then the other so her feet were flat on the mattress, so that she was squatting astride Idlu's body, his lower cock enveloped by her while his upper cock hugged her skin. Then she started to ride Idlu in earnest.

In this position, the contrast between the beginning of each stroke and the end of each stroke, of the journey she took, the feeling of her pussy being filled completely and utterly, again and again, made her gasp.

Neve gathered her hair in her hands, raising her arms over her head as she bounced on Idlu's cock, the hands on her waist following, helping her stay upright as she plunged down his length, the feeling of his cock rushing up, her pussy suddenly full of him, hard, hot, throbbing, threatening to knock her onto her knees every time. Idlu sat up, his tongue snaking out, lashing across one of her nipples before his lips reached it, sucking hard. Neve moans were getting carelessly loud, she didn't care anymore, she didn't mind if the entire floor heard her, she just wanted this to go on forever, wanted the demon to keep giving her as much pleasure as she could get. Wanted this hard cock drilling into her for as long as he could manage.

And the second one, too.

His second cock was hard to ignore, hot on her skin, the precum on the tip smearing across her skin and into her navel whenever she lowered herself down its twin. She ground her clit against the bottom of the shaft at the base, stroking up and down it as she rode Idlu's lower cock.

"Oh my god..." she stammered as the dam inside her started to collapse. "Oh my fucking god."

The demon's head lifted from her breasts, his tongue tracing up her chest and neck to her jaw and then to her ear, his breath hot in it.

"Come for me, Neve," he told her.

Neve shouted and buried her head in his shoulder, Idlu's hand coming up to cup the back of her head, his other arm wrapping around her, holding her steady as her climax came on her like a storm on the ocean, whipping through her, her body shaking as she shuddered around his lower cock, one hand holding his upper cock tight against her, so that each of her vibrations ground her clit against him, prolonging her pleasure.

It took a moment before she started to regain some sense, and even then it wasn't much, and Idlu let her pull away slightly. But when she lifted her head and looked at him, his chin lifted to hers and suddenly his tongue was in her mouth, his lips on hers, her hands sliding up to the back of his head, one of his cupping her breast, squeezing it, his thumb teasing the nipple back and forth until she was moaning into their kiss, until his hips started to move again, the sweet feeling of him fucking her returning.

She couldn't have said how long they simple sat in her bed and made out for, except that, slowly, Idlu's pace began to increase, until finally he was driving up into her so hard that she pushed off his shoulders, her back arching, throwing her head back as she moaned as the thick cock speared her. When she looked back the demon was staring at her chest, thrust out in front of his face. He looked up and she smiled.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"I like everything about you, sweet," he said.

All the same, he stopped fucking her, his hands moving to her waist, guiding her up and off him, Neve giving him a confused look as his thick cock slipped out of her.

"Get on your hands and knees," he told her, pulling his legs back and rising onto his knees.

Neve rushed to comply, getting into position facing away from him, stepping her knees apart slightly to give him better access. The loft bed creaked as Idlu moved into position behind her. She felt the wide cockhead push against her slit again, and without thinking she pushed back onto it, just as he pushed forward. The head of his lower cock slid over her clit, sending sparks up her spine, before it glided across her pubic mound, keeping pace with its twin.

Idlu sighed, shaking his head.

"You feel incredible, sweet," he told her. "It's been a long time since I felt someone this... correct wrapped around me."

Neve could only moan in agreement. She was right there with him. Only Logan Wright had even come close to the euphoria she felt with Idlu inside her. As though she'd been a void waiting to be filled, like water being poured into a glass until it reached the very top without spilling over.

His hands gripped her waist again, his thumbs in the middle of her back. She felt the soft prick of his claws. She ought to be disgusted by the unnaturalness of it, she knew. She ought to be freaked out by the horns, and the cat's eyes, and the twin cocks, and that he could visit her in her dreams. But she wasn't. It only felt right. It only felt perfect.

"Fuck me..." she moaned.

Idlu snarled and the pace increased, the bed creaking increasing in time.

His thrusts became relentless, hard strokes that made her scream her approval at the end of each one. She could hear the effort he was making, the snorts and grunts as he kept his pace, the way his hands squeezed across her hips, holding them in place so that they were just right to take all of his cock. She wondered if he was losing himself in the pleasure of it as well.

The demon's hand collared the back of her neck, pushing her head down to the mattress, the hand on her waist keeping her ass elevated, his cock driving in and out of her while its twin stroked across her body. She felt almost helpless, but the angle was incredible, her body craving each thrust. She wondered what would happen if he came now, if that bottom cock would spray out across her stomach, dripping down her skin along her breasts to the mattress.

For the moment, she lost herself in the experience, in the way he felt inside her, how hard he was fucking her, the sound of his hips slapping across her ass, the distinctive sucking noise as his cock buried itself in her pussy, over and over. In some ways, she couldn't really process that this was happening. In others, she couldn't really process that it had taken her this long to fuck him.

She felt the demon's cock in her pussy withdraw, his bottom cock sliding back over her clit as Inky pulled away, mewing at the emptiness. She tried to push him back by lifting her legs, driving her heels into the back of his thighs, but he only laughed.

"Patience, my sweet little slut," he chided her. "Patience."

She felt the head of a cock pressing again at her pussy, moaning in gratitude at its presence, sighing as it filled her, stretching her so sweetly again. But this time, she didn't feel the hard, throbbing length of him rubbing against her clit and stomach. At the bottom of his thrust, she felt the shaft of his upper cock, slick from having been inside her, pressed between the cheeks of her ass.

"Oh..." she gasped.

"Would you like to experience all of me?" he asked her.

"Yes..." The word came out barely more than a whisper.

"How do we ask, sweet?"

"Please! Yes, please! Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me with both of your cocks! Please! Please put both of them inside me! I need it! Please please please!"

She began to bounce her hips around the cock that was buried in her, reveling in the pleasure as the top cock pumped back and forth between her buttocks. If she'd been able to step outside herself, she would've been embarrassed at how uncontrollably needy she was, at the begging, at the wild humping, trying anything to goad the demon into action.

"Very well," said Idlu.

She felt the cock in her pussy withdraw again, the shaft between the cheeks of her ass pulling away as well, and then she felt the two cock heads pressing against her pussy and her asshole simultaneously.

"Oh my god!" screamed Neve as she felt them both penetrate in a one short movement. The minute they were inside her, Idlu seized her by the waist and pulled her into his thrust.

Neve's eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth open and slack-jawed, the world filling up with pleasure as both the demonic cocks buried themselves as deep as they could go into her. She became aware of someone uncontrollably moaning at the top of her lungs in the distance, and then slowly, as she began to become used to it, realized it was her.

"Oh my fucking god, fuck me!" she cried, and she heard the pleased laughter of the demon behind her.

She felt him withdraw slightly, then slide back home, and she moaned again, the sound cut off as he began to repeat his thrusts, slow and steady, letting her warm to being double penetrated by him while she was on all fours. Everything felt the same. The pain, the pleasure, her pussy, his cocks, all of it starting to blend together into one beautiful sensation inside her.

"Oh my god..." she moaned.

"Oh my god..." she gasped.

"Oh my god!" she shouted.

The climax ran through her like an electrical shock, making her quiver and shake as it filled every fiber of her. She felt herself dripping down the cock in her pussy, and she cried out. Idlu placed a hand on her lower back, pumping himself harder into her, even as the sounds got significantly wetter sounding, even as she struggled through what seemed to be the strongest orgasm she'd ever had in her life.

He leaned over her, the arm not on her back slipping under, his hand stroking across her nipples before sliding down to her clit and playing with it. Neve's moans were getting hoarse, her voice giving out. The pleasure was getting unbearable. She slumped her shoulders down to the mattress

"You are perfect, Neve," he whispered into her ear. "This is a joy, an exquisite treat."

He rose up again and Neve felt his movements slow a little bit.

"Fuck me, Neve," he said.

Neve threw herself into it immediately, pushing herself back onto the cocks as fast and as hard as she could, and his pace picked up again, meeting hers in time, so that they withdrew in unison and pushed in unison. It was unbelievable, the fullness, the pleasure, the way she simply wanted it more and more and more. That he let her take it, that he wanted her to take it.

His clawed hand appeared on her shoulder, and she felt his thumb on the back of her neck, his forefinger curling slightly around to the valley between her collar bones. She felt him use the leverage in each thrust after, the strokes becoming more determined, more controlled. The hand on the small of her back left it, reappearing at one arm, which he lifted and folded behind her back, before reaching over and doing the other, before grabbing both of them with one hand, so that she maintained her positioning, but on her knees and held up by Idlu's own hand.

"You feel so good!" she shouted. "Oh my god, I can't... I can't believe..."

Idlu laughed.

"Still think I'm a figment of your imagination?"

"No," Neve cried, pumping her legs as hard as she could, filling herself with the twin cocks. "God, no! No!"

Idlu held still for a moment, his hips angled slightly out to drive his cocks forward, shortening the distance Neve could bounce on them, but allowing her to increase the speed at which they pressed to their limit, the more time she spent completely full of him. A week ago, maybe less, she'd been convinced he was just a hallucination, a product of an undersexed and overstimulated brain breaking down. Now she was throwing herself back onto a demon's twin cocks, letting them fill her pussy and ass over and over, and she couldn't get enough. She wanted it. She needed this. She needed him.

Neve gave another shuddering shout, a moan that emanated from deep in her body and exploded out, while the world dissolved into red as she shut her eyes, coming hard around Idlu's cocks again. The demon laughed, one hand gripping her waist, holding her tight to him as she gasped and moaned and panted her way through the climax, while the other held her up by the wrists crossed at the small of her back. Neve's legs felt like jelly, and she thought she wouldn't be able to stay up, but as the pleasure receded, there was the sweet feeling of being filled over and over again, and she realized that while Idlu was moving now, half the work was being done by her.

Needed this. And her whole body couldn't imagine letting a thing like fatigue hold it back from getting it. Committed to getting as much of it as she possibly could, regardless of her physical state.

The demon's two cocks plunged in and out of her. One hand reached forward and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her head back, her back arching down as his arched over when he leaned forward, his long thick forked tongue running along her cheek to her lips, licking at her mouth.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demanded.

"You," she gasped. "Only you."

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"Claim me... claim me... please, please, claim me."

There was no more shame to be had, she was a mess, a wreck of desire, begging him for it. She thought she heard him purr.

He drove as hard as he could into her, making her scream, and she felt him pulsing, felt his cum rushing in to fill her pussy and ass, the pulse over and over as more and more came. She cried out as another orgasm ripped through her, and her strength gave out, causing her to fall face first into the bed.

The demon held himself buried inside her, let her feel every throb, like a heartbeat inside her, before he pulled out of her, leaving her with a momentary emptiness. He was still spurting, she could feel his hot cum on her back, and he rolled her over and around perpendicular to the mattress, so that standing next to her head hanging off the bed.

He barely had to give her an indication of what he meant to do, touching her face just slightly and she opened her mouth as he fed his lower cock down her throat. It pulsed between her lips and it was all she could do to swallow. Every time it did, its twin, resting on her chin, did the same, and she was surprised at how strong the jets were, splattering across her neck, chest, down even past her navel.

One final pulse and the demon pulled back, making sure to extract his long lower cock from her throat as slow as he could, and she could see that he had moderately exerted himself, catching his breath just slightly. He leaned forward and kissed her.

She couldn't believe how soft his lips were. She reveled in the insistent urgency of his kiss, at the same time, feeling the pleasure, even gratitude that it conveyed. His tongue was in her mouth, and if he minded at all that it had just been full of her cum, it very much didn't show. It was intoxicating, and she reached up to cup the sides of his face with both hands.

"Holy fuck... that was amazing..." gasped Neve as Idlu's tongue finally left her mouth and she pulled herself back up all the way into her bed. Her body was still quivering through the aftershocks. Her skin felt tacky with sweat and the demon's cum.

"'Was'?" asked the demon, thoroughly confused. He climbed into the bed with her, and Neve could see his cocks were just as hard and thick as when they'd started.

"Oh my god," Neve gasped as Idlu rolled her onto her stomach. She felt the shaft of one cock slide between the cheeks of her ass.

"Sweet, do you really think we're going to stop here?" the demon asked her. "On our first night together? There's so much more of you for me to learn."

"I'm so tired..." said Neve. But she could feel him pushing his hips back and forth, the sensation of his hot, wet cock between her buttocks sending little shivers along her spine. She pressed her ass back and up. Disappointingly, the cock withdrew, but then Idlu was looming over her, his lips an inch from her ear, the head of one cock touching her pussy while the other pressed against her asshole.

"Too tired?" asked the demon. The heads pushed very slightly deeper, a matter of millimeters.

"No," said Neve. She turned her head to look at him as best she could. "Never. Not for you."

"You are an extraordinary thing," Idlu chuckled, and then Neve had to hide her scream in her pillow as he plunged both cocks to the hilt inside her.

At some point, the room faded from her awareness and she realized they'd entered her dream, which must have meant she'd fallen asleep in the middle of fucking the demon. It didn't matter, though, and in the dream, any exhaustion Neve might have felt disappeared, and the debauchery continued unabated. Idlu fucked just her ass, filling it up so that she could feel it spilling out around his bottom cock, even while his top cock was spurting out a geyser over her back. She rode him again, coming again and again as she held one cock against her clit while bouncing up and down on the other, until finally he filled her while coming over both their stomachs, Neve licking his body clean when she dismounted him. She sucked each of his cocks as his fingers played with her pussy, first one until it exploded in her mouth, its twin spraying up against the side of her face, then changing to the other until she'd achieved the same thing.

When she woke, too rested by the dream to stay asleep any more, Idlu's head was between her legs, just as he had been a moment before in the dream. His tongue lashed against her clit, his fingers holding her pussy lips spread far apart, so that he could pause in a moment to send the long thing exploring inside, while his other hand rested on her stomach, holding her tight to the bed as she arched her back. Her legs were thrown over his horns, she could feel the ivory on the back of her knees, and she reached forward, taking hold. She moaned aloud, and Idlu withdrew the hand from her pussy, sliding it up her body and squeezing her breasts, although she could feel him holding two fingers up and away. The hand reached her mouth, and she opened it so he could press his index and middle fingers into it. She tasted herself, and then she realized she could also taste him.

She had a shuddering orgasm, her body, rejuvenated from the sleep but held in arousal throughout, happy to release all its pent up power in a single go. Inky was relentless, rolling it into a second one with his tongue, then a third, then a fourth, until Neve thought she might come apart at the seams, that she'd lose all feeling below her waist. Every inch of her skin felt on fire, the places where he touched her, the hand on her stomach, each finger splayed out across her, so that his thumb was just above her clit, and his pinkie was tickling the bottom of her right breast, a maelstrom. He'd framed her jaw with the fingers not in her mouth, and after their co-mingled tastes had disappeared, she explored his claws with her tongue. They didn't seem as sharp this close.

Even with her senses burning, when he stopped it felt all too soon. He freed his horns from her grip, and Neve's chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged breaths as she panted. He rose up, and she could see his lips and chin were shining from where she'd come on him. His cocks were standing at attention, each of them beaded with precum. All she could think about was them filling her, the thick pulses as they flooded her with the demon's cum, the feeling of his body pressing into her. She rolled onto her side, staring at the wall, trying to remove some of the visual stimulus.

Idlu slid into the bed behind her, and she lifted her leg instinctively, being rewarded with the thick head of his upper cock pressing against her pussy, the head of his lower one rubbing softly against her clit.

"Please..." she moaned.

"All too gladly," said Idlu.

She moaned again, moving her head sharply, then turned and bit at the arm he had wrapped under her, as the thick cock speared her, stretching her so sweetly, the heavy velvet skin of his lower cock sliding up her skin in unison. She reached down, feeling how soft the skin was while at the same time exploring textured hardness of the various veins and ridges. Unbelievably hard, unbelievably thick.

She felt him throb, just once, inside her and in the palm of her hand. Idlu kissed her neck, and she moaned, closing her hand around his exposed cock. She pumped him twice before she felt his body shift, felt his cocks retreat, then drive back into her and back into her hand, so that all she had to do was hold her grip in a steady place, while Idlu fucked her.

"You're wonderful," the demon hissed behind her. "I wish I'd had you centuries ago."

Neve's reply was wordless, the only thoughts on her mind the joy at his praise and the feeling of his hard cocks in her pussy and in her hand, the insistent thrusting driving bolts of pleasure through her body.

Idlu's clawed hand squeezed her breast, his fingertips teasing the nipple back and forth, enough to make her want to scream, while his other arm wrapped around her chest, pulling her to him, his forearm buried between her breasts, her chin in his grip. She had one hand on his wrist, the other on the cock that stroked up and down across her clit as he pumped into her. His tongue slid along her neck, circling her ear for a moment.

Her whole body quivered and she moaned.

"Let it come, sweet." The hot air from his lips, so close to her ear, sent shivers up and down her spine. The feeling of a barrier suddenly collapsing ran through her.

She came again, and she felt her pussy rapidly clench and unclench around Idlu's cock as she did, felt herself drenching his cock, dripping across her thigh. She screamed, and Idlu kissed at her neck again, his finger plucking at her nipple, the pain driving an already shockingly prolonged orgasm a little further.

He placed a hand on her chin, turning her back, muffling her next cry with his mouth on hers, the snake he called a tongue slipping into her mouth, wrestling with hers in a battle she knew she couldn't win. In all the best ways, she felt smothered by him, surrounded, embraced, completely at his mercy and completely in his power, but safe and desired. He wanted her. He wanted as much of his skin against hers as he could manage, to press himself into her wherever he could manage.

She lost herself for a moment, letting it all wash over her, the way Idlu felt around her, the muscles in his chest and arms and legs where they touched her, the pleasure he was filling her with, the softness of his skin, the warmth radiating from his body, the way it felt as his hands began to rove her body, fingertips grazing across her chin and neck and chest, playing with her nipples and clit, his palm running down her side, across her thigh, even up to her calf as he adjusted the leg she had up in the air. It was wonderful. She wanted it to never end. At the same time, she couldn't wait to feel him finishing inside her, the thought of it making her brace herself, doing her best to find a way to pump back onto his cock, squeezing his upper cock a little tighter.

To her surprise, Idlu pulled out of her, and Neve instinctively tried to follow him, trying to keep the emptiness of his withdrawal from happening. She watched as he dismounted the bed, staring at the shining upper cock, slick and wet from having just been inside her. He caught her eyes and grinned, then stepped close to her, each of his hands holding one of his cocks by the base. The head of his lower cock hovered near her lips and she opened her mouth without a word, letting the demon feed her inch after inch of the heavy cock, until he took the hand away from it and wrapped it around the back of Neve's head.

She moaned when she felt the hand ball into a fist in her hair, the pressure on her scalp enough to know he was there, guiding her movements as she began to plunge back and forth on his cock. He didn't move his hips at all, just stood there, directing Neve's mouth on his cock.

"Magnificent," said Idlu. "What a truly fantastic creature you are, Neve."

Neve couldn't make an intelligible noise other than a pleased moan with the demon's cock in her mouth, but she did thrill at the compliment. She ran a hand down between her legs, touching herself slowly.

The demon, however, was apparently eager for something faster, because he increased the tempo at which she was sucking his cock, not letting her pull as far off, pushing her further down each time. She gagged slightly and saliva rolled down her chin and his shaft.

And then she felt him pump his hips, fucking her mouth, just once, the barest fraction of a inch.

He's losing control, Neve thought.

Idlu snarled and pulled out of her mouth, as though he could read her mind, but probably more realizing what she had in the same moment.

"Enough," he said. "I need you. Now."

His face was hard, an almost angry expression on it when she stared up at him, but she barely had time to register it before he'd grabbed her hips, pulling her around, his hands slipping under her thighs to pull them apart. He stood at the edge of the bed, his knees bent enough that they pressed down the lip of her mattress, and Neve felt a rush as he moved her to his lap like she weighed nothing at all. He pulled her up, lifting her off the mattress, Neve giving a shout as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso, throwing her arms around his neck.

Her face was right against his own, and Neve instinctively leaned forward and kissed him. She felt the surprise travel down his spine before he understood, and began to kiss her back. She felt the head of one of his cocks touching against her pussy, ready to fill her.

"Yes," she murmured into Idlu's lips, the sound coming out as an unsteady breath. "Yes."

They groaned in unison as the demon lowered her onto his cock, Neve burying her head in his shoulder as she took all of what she realized was the lower cock, from the way his upper cock pressed in between them. She was so wet from want and he from her mouth that it was barely a breath before he was buried in her. One clawed hand left her waist, traveling up her back, holding her up, while the other ran down behind her, cupping her ass, squeezing one cheek, helping hold her off the mattress entirely, lifted up by only his grip and the cock pressing up into her and her thighs squeezing his sides like she was riding a horse.

He shifted and bounced her on him, and Neve gasped and bit at his shoulder, earning a pleased chuckle from the demon. He thrust up into her, again and again, Neve's voice cracking as she moaned at the apex of each thrust.

His grip changed and Neve barely had time to think before she was toppling back onto the mattress, staring up at the demon's broad shoulders and chest, her legs around his waist, his eyes staring at her. His hands gripped her waist, and his pace accelerated, hungry, desperate. Neve thought he'd been fucking her hard before, it was nothing like this, an animal, wild, wanting... at a determined speed almost as though he were trying to break her in half.

She teased her own breasts for a moment, delighting in the way the demon's eyes tracked the movements, entranced by her, before reaching down and grabbing the cock that wasn't inside her. She began to pump him back, meeting his determined thrusts with her own.

She stared up at him as they fucked, as she worked the thick cock in her hands, his burning gaze staring back at her. His well-defined muscles showing they were hard at work, shifting in time with their efforts. Idlu closed his eyes, just once, but softly, slowly, his mouth opening slightly as he did.

He's savoring this, she thought. The demon was enjoying himself, letting it wash over him just like she was. Basking in the warm glow created by their coupling. His eyes opened again and they fell from hers to her body, she could feel them tracing her chin, her neck, across her collarbone and down her chest to her breasts, then moving on to where she was pumping him over her navel, then down even further to where her pussy was wrapped around his hard cock, clinging eagerly to it as he fucked her. His gaze slipped back to hers, the fire still there, but somehow the character of it had changed, from desire to appreciation. To reveling.

He's savoring me, she realized.

Just the thought of it made her warm slightly.

Idlu plunged in and out of her, Neve stroking the top cock in both hands, moaning as it slid back and forth over her clit, as the bottom cock filled her completely, so sweetly, so well. Every tremor, every clap as their bodies met making a pulse of pleasure run through her, building and building. She could stay here forever, she could stay here until--

"I'm going to come! I'm going to come!" she moaned, the warning sounding ridiculous given how many times she'd come already, but it was all she could think to say.

"Do it. Let me see. Let me feel," the demon between her legs rumbled. His strong hands gripped her waist, pulling her down toward his cock.

It was apparently all she needed, because she screamed as loud as she possibly could, her body straining as she arched her back, her pussy trying to press the last few possible millimeters of Idlu's cock it could contain into her.

"Neve, I... yes, Neve! Neve!" Idlu groaned and she felt the cocks throb, one in her hands and the other inside her. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling on her, trying to achieve much of what her own body had just been attempting. Her orgasm continued unabated, feeling herself squeezing around Idlu's cock. She felt burst after burst of cum filling her pussy once more, and at the same time the hot lines of it that sprayed across her body, jets reaching as far as her mouth and chin, leaving trails that stretched across her breasts and navel all the way down to her pubic hair.

She couldn't say how long they stayed like that, coming together. Her climax extended itself with each pulse Idlu gave, or else each pulse began a fresh one, Neve really couldn't say. She never wanted it to stop. She wanted to stay here, quivering around his cock, watching as he shuddered and moaned, as her body was decorated with the stripes of his cum, watching it erupt from the tip of his cock, tasting it when the stray stream reached her open, moaning mouth in turn. But at some point, it subsided and when it did, Idlu leaned forward, lowering his face down to Neve, his long tongue tracing a line up her neck to her ear.

"Mine," he whispered. "The finest slut in a thousand years... and you're mine."

Before Neve could think of anything to say, he turned and kissed her, and she lost herself in the surprising softness of his lips and in the feel of his hand on her face.

"Take a moment, sweet. You have all the time in the world, now," he purred.

***

Neve had to beg her way into the dining hall, telling the employee at the door that she'd left her ID card at a party the night before. He seemed unconvinced, but ultimately folded when she leaned as far forward as she could manage without it being suspicious, letting him stare down her neckline, Idlu chuckling at her brazenness behind her the entire time. She just had to give her name and dorm and room number so they could figure out whose outrageously overpriced meal plan to charge the fee to.

She sat absentmindedly eating her breakfast, trying not to think about the previous night or the morning, but also thinking of nothing but, of the incubus' cum dripping out of her. She could feel the stares, could hear whispers. People knew who she was, what she'd been doing last night. Not with Idlu, of course. But with everyone else. The videos had probably already started circulating, plus the stories the men would tell. Maybe someone had walked by the Public Safety cruiser while she was in it and put two and two together. A part of her knew she ought to be horrified, but another part of it was thrilled. She was just eating her oatmeal, and all these people were thinking about or even remembering fucking her, thinking about or remembering what she looked like naked, what she looked like with a cock in her mouth or pussy. Some of them had seen it, but most of them could only imagine it, and plenty were dying to know what it was like in real life, she knew. She could have any of them.

Not that I need any of them, she thought. Her gaze traveled over and down, staring at Idlu's thick cocks, both proud and erect between his legs, as he sat, lounging in a chair just to her side, watching her, and appreciative look on his face. Nothing anyone else had could compare to the demon. The only difference was the variety, was the knowledge that she was fucking someone who'd see her, who'd tell about her, who'd bear witness to how hot a slut she was.

Instinctively, she opened her legs slightly. She'd worn a thin, clingy sundress without any underwear, which had seemed to make sense when the demon had told her a bra and panties would only slow her down, but now had her on edge, very much aware of any slight movement in the air, and that her hem was high enough that she could inadvertently flash someone if it rode up her thigh too much.

If it would be inadvertent at all.

She traced every face in the hall, catching the ones staring at her, deciding which one she might show off her pussy to. She wondered if they could see Idlu's cum dripping out of her, or if, like the demon himself, they couldn't even perceive its presence. There were plenty of eyes on her, plenty of women and men, few enough of them staring at her face, most of them looking lower, at her chest, where she knew her nipples were in stark display against the fabric.

She thought about one of them getting up, approaching her. She thought about him sitting down, or better yet, taking his cock out, sliding it into her and fucking her in her chair.

As if summoned by the thought, she became aware of movement heading towards her and she looked up and saw Logan Wright strolling down the aisle between the tables, his gaze settled firmly on her.

"Here he comes, sweet. Drawn to you like a moth to the flame."

Neve took a deep breath as Logan took the chair on the opposite side of the table from her.

"How are you, Neve?" he asked.

"I'm okay," she said.

"Better than okay," said Idlu. "After all the work we did this morning."

Neve blushed, and Logan's eyes flickered, a bemused expression crossing his face for a flash.

"You look tired," he said.

"I'm not sure I've been getting enough sleep," said Neve. "My... uh... roommate keeps me up."

"Well, that's not good," said Logan. "You need that REM sleep to feel fully rested. Get lots of good dreams, all that."

"You had good dreams, didn't you, sweet?" asked Idlu.

Neve blushed again, and Logan seemed to catch it again.

"I thought I had gotten there," she said. "But I guess not."

"Well, look, I don't know if it would help, exactly, but I'll offer that I managed to get an apartment off campus all to myself. If your roommate keeps you up, you can always come crash at mine. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Ha!" exclaimed Idlu. "The temerity! He'll definitely keep you up all night. With me, you get to keep having fun, even in your dreams."

Logan's gaze shifted to Idlu. But... that couldn't be... he couldn't--

"I'm talking," he told the demon, his demeanor cool, almost bored as he did. "Go away for now."

Idlu snarled, but only for a moment before his eyes lit up in surprise. There was a sensation as though Neve were watching him be pulled by a rope backwards down a long hallway until finally he simply disappeared.

She bolted upright, her eyes wide at what Logan had done.

It was then she realized that there was another figure with him, a curvy, voluptuous woman, moderately tall, but with purple skin and thick horns that curled back and down around her bare head, a bit like a goat's, and cat's eyes that were just like Idlu's. And four bare breasts. The demon leaned forward and folded her arms across Logan's shoulders, lowering her head to rest her chin on the back of one hand, so that her lips were nearly in his right ear. A long forked tongue traced around Logan's ear for a moment before she spoke.

"She's prettier than I remember her from the party," the demon observed. "A little used up, maybe. Reminds me of you the first week, beloved."

Logan grinned, watching Neve's face the entire time.

"Would you like to know how to control them?" he asked.