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A Prince fears nothing! That's what you tell yourself - and an Interdimensional Prince who is on a valiant quest to find and seduce his true love (or loves) is especially unafraid of anything! Except maybe death, because death means a complete failure in your quest… unless, of course, death happens to be a total hottie and takes your breath away before actually, y'know, taking your breath away along with your soul.
"Oh wow~" Milo coos, taking the words right out of your mouth and throwing them back at you. "Damien told me about you before, but I was not expecting someone this flashy. You've got a strong brand, hon, I'll give you that."
Milo chuckles, and your heart flutters like the protagonist of a romance novel. You're usually the love interest in this sort of thing, but if being the protagonist gets you a date with death, you'd gladly put yourself at the center of this story. Which, quite honestly, is where you belong as a prince. Actually, this is beginning to sound better and better!
"My dear agent of demise!" You leap up from the seat you'd been surveying your kingdom from and give Milo your best charming smile. "What a delight to have you visit my anything-but-humble abode!"
Milo floats down to be at eye level with you, tilting their head so very cutely despite the mischievous glint in their eyes. "You do know why I'm here, right?"
Ah. Yes. You do. Your smile wavers for only a moment. "To… reap the soul of the most eligible interdimensional bachelor?"
At first you hate the way your voice pitched up at the end of that question, but then Milo smirks and chuckles whilst giving you what could only be described as a visual appraisal. Clearly, by the raised brow and the way they draw their bottom lip in between their teeth for a moment, they like what they see.
"Eligible bachelor, huh? So you're not involved with a certain royal, red hottie?" They've gotten their phone out by this point, and you really hope they're not doing what you think they're doing-
"Yes!" You regret blurting that out when Milo's typing hand stills and they look at you as if expecting an elaboration. You sigh and try to ignore the warmth that rises to your face. "Well, yes and no. You see, he won a battle for me last month and then treated me to a night of debauchery in my chambers, but he thwarted my enemies so thoroughly that we simply haven't had need of a repeat performance." Wanted, yes, but not needed, and Damien rarely does anything that doesn't involve violence, fire, or both.
Milo thinks for a moment, then carries on typing. "Don't worry, darling, I got this. How do you feel about twenty-four hours of unadulterated fun and sensual titillation with yours truly?" They look up from the screen to give you a smirk that's downright devilish.
It's also a smirk that makes you blush out to the tips of your ears, because as much as you like to try and insist otherwise, you have an abhorrently low number of metaphorical notches in your metaphorical bedpost (only metaphorical because you would never actually put notches on your bedposts, it would completely ruin them. Also they're made of nitro-neon-palladium, so you'd need a laser cutter and that isn't sexy). Regardless, you pretend you're not a darker shade of blue than usual and give Milo your other best charming smile, this time with a wink that you don't say out loud, because apparently just doing it is more appealing. Earthlings are so odd.
"I daresay that's the best offer I've ever received, Your Grace. I accept." You bow a little and Milo actually giggles - score! See, you can keep up with the latest trends if the person setting those trends is extremely attractive.
"Oh my god, they were right, you are obnoxiously charming," Milo squeaks, clapping their hands together as their heart, eyes and nails light up an excited, bright gold. "I'd say it's the last offer you'll ever receive, but I'm a stickler for consent during sex. Hashtag it's okay to say no!"
They sing-song the last part and it's unfairly adorable. You could never say no to them. It's also nice to have it confirmed that you are going to be having sex and you're not just assuming that as an inevitable outcome like some horny highschooler.
"Alright, just one more thing to do and we can start with the best last day of your life!" Milo clears their throat and holds their phone to their ear. "Damien, babe, how are you?" They grin at you as they talk - probably because your cheeks are most certainly turning purple by now. "Listen, I've got a little proposition. You, me, the cute blue prince - totally raunchy and aesthetically pleasing pre-death threesome. You in?"
Oh, right. You'd been so busy getting equal parts dazzled by Milo's beauty and embarrassed over your sex life (or lack thereof), that you forgot you're going to die soon. Usually, reapers show up after death, but clearly Milo knows the etiquette of a royal demise and saw fit to warn you beforehand so you could get your affairs in order. How very thoughtful. You're about to thank them when the word threesome hits you like a plasma rifle shot to the stomach, but Damien has apparently already agreed and is on his way over and Milo is already here, so it would be rude to decline! Also you really don't want to decline; Milo is one of the sexiest monsters you think you've ever met and Damien isn't far behind either. Together? They might very well be what kills you and you're totally okay with that.
Milo finally puts their phone away completely and turns their increasingly sultry gaze on you. "Okay, first things first, let's see this princely boudoir of yours so I can really start the party planning."
They hold out their hand and you take it before they can even raise a brow at you, which prompts two raised brows and noise of surprised satisfaction from your deathly soon-to-be-lover. You hold their hand delicately as you lead them through the impressive hallway to your bedroom. It has gilded pillars and trophies from your conquests and you can so tell that Milo is looking, even though they're pretending to be on their phone again. Then you hear them snap a picture and smirk at the excited taps as they type. Your palace is, after all, one of the most impressive in the galaxy. You wonder how popular the pictures they post will be.
The doors open for you after only a brief pause, having been programmed to recognise your unique biological signature (even when your vital signs are likely all over the place with anticipation).
Milo makes an impressed little "ooh~" sound, yet another contender for the cutest thing you've ever heard. "I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting, but this post-modern cyberspace neon-pastel theme you have going is everything right now!"
The reaper begins documenting the room for their social media story, all without letting go of your hand; if anything, you think they hold on just a little tighter when you begin giving detailed explanations of where the various trophies and art pieces came from. Milo eats it up like the hottest new trend and you drink in their attention like a plasmoid cocktail. Just as you're finishing the story of how you stole this cursed, tiny tiara by hanging upside-down from a dragon's tail and snatching it right off the head of an evil pixie, the telltale shwoop of a portal opening and a sudden rush of hot air heralds the arrival of your other guest.
"Hope you haven't started without me," Damien says with a grin as he strides through the rift in space-time and into your bedroom.
Even though he's been here before, it still makes your already pounding heart double its efforts to escape your ribcage. This is really happening. You're really going to get to fuck both of them at the same time. If it weren't for the whole dying tomorrow thing, this would be the best day of your life. Maybe it is anyway.
"Of course not, you know it's not a party until someone opens a portal to hell," Milo chuckles, unfortunately having to let go of your hand to greet the Prince of Hell with- oh, ahem, a rather enthusiastic kiss that implies these two are already very well acquainted. Which means Milo would have definitely known you and Damien weren't a thing when they asked earlier… You feel yourself blush again, but try to keep a smile instead of a frown.
"Now," Milo says when they reclaim their mouth from Damien's ravenous appetite for smooches (and other things). "Is it true that this is only the second time you've been here?" They put their hands on their hips and you can't see their expression, but it's somehow enough to make Damien LeVey look sheepish.
"Well, I mean, yeah," he admits, his tail whipping back and forth behind his legs and lips curling in a slight snarl. "We did the murder, then the sex, then more sex, then there was no more murder so-"
Milo whaps Damien lightly across the chest. "For shame, Damien. So shallow of you." Then they turn around and you can see the positively evil smirk that's making their eyes light up a dark, alluring red. "I think it's about time you made it up to our Space Prince, here."
"Interdimensional, actually-" you begin, but then Milo snakes their arms around your waist from behind and puts their head on your shoulder and you really don't care what they call you.
Damien looks something akin to genuinely remorseful when he meets your gaze, so you roll your eyes like it wasn't a big deal (it wasn't, really, you're used to rejection) and raise a brow to invite him closer. Thankfully, that's enough to realign the mood and put that confident, sexy smirk back on Damien's face.
"Yeah, I think you're right," he says, voice low and almost a growl. He closes the distance between you and curls a clawed finger under your chin. "You die tomorrow, yeah?" You nod. "I'm gonna make sure you don't feel a fucking thing by then. You won't even know your own name."
Being trapped between the two of them like this has you weak at the knees, relying on Milo's surprisingly strong grip to stop you falling forwards against Damien's chest like a horny damsel. You're so busy being seduced by the other prince, in fact, that when Milo asks you something in a thoughtful little voice, whispered right in your ear (totally cheating), the answer slips out in a sigh before you can act against it.
"What is your name, by the way? Do you have one?"
"T-Theodore..."
You never tell anyone your name. Not that many people ask, but even then you don't tell them. It's embarrassing, such a silly and mundane thing, a name, instead of your title. Your cheeks warm slightly, then become a blazing inferno when Damien throws his head back and cackles.
"Theodore!" He roars, and you stop swooning to give him a very dejected pout as you jerk your face away from his hand. "Holy shit, dude-"
"Damien," Milo hisses, their grip on you tightening.
"What? Oh c'mon I ain't laughin at him!" Damien tries to clarify, still laughing. "It's a name you'd expect on some adorable fuckin dog or somethin!"
Against your better judgement, your ears perk up at that, like said hypothetical dog. "Adorable?" Adorable is good, right? It's like the better version of cute and people always like cute things.
"It is very cute and rather fitting," Milo purrs in agreement, sensing your change in tone. "Can we use it? Pretty please? We won't tell a soul, right Damien?"
It's more a threat than a question, and Damien composes himself enough to give a somewhat serious reply. "Hell naw, it'll be our sexy little secret."
Sexy is also good. Sexy and cute is, as Milo would say, everything to you right now. Damien's hand finds your face again and this time, you lean into it.
"Fine. But you'll make it up to me for laughing, right?" Unlike Milo's authoritative undertone, your question is definitely a question and nothing else. Are you desperate? Maybe. Do you care? Not really.
All of the embarrassment of them knowing your given name is swept away when Damien murmurs "You know it, baby," and leans in to kiss you, all fangs and fire and that delightful forked tongue of his. You kiss him back, of course, remembering that he liked it when you bit his lip and earning yourself one of his deliciously deep, rich moans. The sound you reply with starts off low, but then Milo runs their cold tongue up to the point of your ear, and making anything other than a whimper becomes impossible.
"Mind if I take a pic?" They whisper, lips following the path of their tongue. "You two look so hot right now."
You try to make an "mhm" sound through another high pitched moan and let them urge you further into Damien's embrace, his fiery hot hands replacing their cool chest. You try not to think about the fact you're having your picture taken, listening to Milo's little sounds of appreciation instead of the fake shutter effect from their phone. Though when you do accidentally think about it, it's kind of a turn on that Milo likes watching the two of you. It also gives you a little confidence boost when they actually put away their phone to come and join in again.
"My turn," they giggle, extracting you from Damien's arms (he grumbles protests, which is cute) and letting you breathe for only a moment before they chase his kisses with their own.
Milo is somehow even more enthusiastic than Damien; they squeeze your hip with one hand whilst the other tangles into your hair, making a constant stream of breathy little noises into your mouth. Their lips are impossibly soft and their tongue definitely feels longer than yours - way longer, in fact, because it can actually wrap around your own tongue, making you squeak in brief surprise before you melt into Milo's arms because holy shit that's hot. You can feel them smiling, all smug and seductive and a lot of other words that begin with s and probably some other letters too. You're sort of beyond coherent thoughts at this point.
Their hand slides its way around to your ass and they grab a handful to pull your body flush against theirs. A masterfully sensual roll of their hips lets you feel exactly how much they're enjoying this, the thrill of knowing you turn them on enough to make your own body react in kind - not quite soaked-and-squirming level just yet, but very much warm, wet and wanting to escape. Oh, right, you should probably clarify that you have a "tenta-dick" as Damien called it. Pretty standard for your species, but he'd seemed pretty surprised - and then very interested. Hopefully Milo will feel the same. Oh lord, now you're imagining them doing to your dick what they're doing to your tongue. You let out a pitiful whine, fisting your hands in the back of Milo's shirt.
You're expecting them to scold you for crumpling their precious designer clothes, and normally they probably would have, but Milo's attention is very abruptly taken by the fact that they can feel your cock squirming against them through your pants. They gasp in surprise, but it quickly melts into a loud moan as they tug you against them even harder. Okay, yes, good response. Even Damien chuckling behind you can't ruin this; in fact, it's the low sort of chuckle that you find incredibly sexy, especially when he follows it up by pressing his bare chest against your back, sandwiching you between these two wonderful monsters again. There's honestly nowhere you'd rather be right now.
Damien slides his hands between the two of you to begin working on the various clasps and buttons of your outfit. Just as he tosses your cape onto a nearby loveseat and gets to work on your belt, you feel Milo pull back slightly, their breath cold on your lips when they speak.
"How do you feel about oral?" They murmur, rough and alluring and followed by a little impatient groan. "Receiving, preferably." They add, licking their lips.
Okay, can they read your mind or do your desires just align so perfectly that this threesome is a match made in heaven (or hell, perhaps)?
A quiet "Yes, please," is the only answer you can manage, but thankfully, it's all that Milo needs.
"Great!" They give you another rather chaste, but hard kiss, then slide out of your arms completely. "Time for less clothes."
You attempt to help Damien with your jacket, but quickly get distracted when Milo drops their pants and reveals a pair of silk, black boxer-briefs, trimmed with lace and delicate gold filigree. Your mouth drops open and you're sure your ears are doing something very embarrassing right now, but Milo soaks up the attention as always, letting their cloak and shirt slide sensually down their body and onto the floor. It's only when Damien nudges you to sit down on the bed that you can tear your eyes away and realise you're shirtless - and then pantsless when Damien pulls them off so fast that your shoes go with them.
Your plain pink underwear suddenly makes you feel underdressed compared to Milo as they saunter over to run a hand up Damien's chest, but then he finishes undressing and he's wearing just straight up boxers with flames on them, so you're not the only one who didn't go all out. And, as much as you love the way the silk highlights Milo's ass and the outline of their erection, you're kind of hoping that none of you will have need of your remaining clothes for much longer.
With wordless agreement and coordination, Damien takes up position behind you, his hands tracing the line of your hips, up to your chest and then back down again to your thighs, whilst Milo nudges your legs apart and kneels on the floor between them, their eyes glowing the most vivid shade of royal plum you've ever seen in your life. You think you're in love. Or lust. Or maybe both. Both is good.
"I can't wait to taste you," Milo purrs against your thigh, kissing there before they trail their lips up to mouth at the excited, writhing shape still confined to your boxers.
A shiver runs up your spine, meeting Damien's mouth as he lets his teeth graze the back of your neck, his large hands easily holding your hips in place to let Milo explore. You can't take your eyes off them. They moan so loudly that you're half convinced they must be faking, but their blown pupils and dark cheeks say otherwise. They can't blush, exactly, but it gets the point across that they're enjoying this just as much as you are.
Damien tucks his fingers inside your waistband and pushes the fabric down, using only his chest against your back to lift your ass off the bed just enough to get it past. Milo eagerly takes over then, pulling your underwear off completely whilst Damien's hands resume exploring your torso. The look Milo gives your exposed cock is one you've otherwise only ever seen them give their phone. You hold your breath when they wrap a hand around the base, the tendril immediately taking on a mind of its own and curling around Milo's wrist. Their skin feels even colder than it did against your mouth and it sends another shudder through your body, especially with Damien's searing heat behind you by comparison. These two were just made to work together like this.
"C'mere baby," Milo whispers, licking their lips before they stick out their tongue and twine it with the tip of your cock.
Damien isn't holding you back this time when your hips buck upwards, your wily appendage eagerly thrusting itself past Milo's lips. Though from the whimpering moan that they let out as their eyes flutter closed, you really don't think they mind. Your own mouth hangs open as you watch them, panted breaths passing your lips along with sounds of pleasure that you just can't hold in. Then Milo hollows their cheeks and sucks and you swear you're going to pass out if they do that again. You're so breathless you must have forgotten to breathe at some point, or maybe this is just how Milo sucks out a soul before someone actually dies.
"I think his majesty likes it," comes Damien's rough voice over your shoulder, his fingers kneading at your pecs.
You can only nod to assure him that you really, really do like it, whilst Milo hums something that might have been a laugh, the vibrations travelling up your length and making your thighs shake with pleasure. In truth, you've never had anyone do this before, but for some reason you thought you'd be prepared for the warm, wet heat of another monster's mouth, for the flex of their tongue and the subtle risk of teeth on your delicate skin. You were not prepared, not in the slightest, especially not for someone as absolutely amazing at giving head as Milo Belladonna.
A red hand appears from past your waist, burying itself in Milo's silky, silver hair. The reaper pushes up against it like a cat and for a moment it's something so very tender, until Damien's grip tightens and he shoves Milo down another few inches on your cock, making your breath catch in your throat.
"Don't worry, they've got no gag reflex," he tells you, a smirk evident in his voice.
You just nod again and grip the sheets for dear life. Your eyes keep threatening to close, but they never stay that way for long, your desire to watch everything Milo does just too overwhelming. They're stunning, sparing you absolutely sinful glances as their lips stretch even further around you. There's a little burst of tingling heat as you leak precum into Milo's mouth and they pause as if to savour it, their tongue flexing against the ribbed underside of your cock. Then they shoot you a wink and take you to the back of their throat as if it's nothing, until their hand at the base is replaced by their mouth and they're gazing up at you with this smugness that is possibly the most attractive thing you've ever seen.
Their throat is so tight when they swallow and you're pretty sure it's only Damien's sharp pinch to your nipple that keeps you from climaxing then and there.
Milo stays for a moment, then pulls back to resume tongue-wrestling the tip, lubricant coating their lips and chin and dripping down onto their chest. You finally give in and tip your head back as more precum oozes onto their tongue, closing your eyes with a shaky groan when they proceed to lap it up and encourage more. Your whole body is drawn tight, thrumming with hot, electric pleasure as you float somewhere between relaxed beyond belief and so turned on you can't think. Milo and Damien are absolute magic, a miracle with how they work in tandem without even saying a word to each other.
Damien's hands grip the underside of your thighs to pull your legs apart as Milo takes your length to the base once more, sucking and twisting their head as they pull off in a way that has you keening in the back of your throat. You don't care what noises you're making or how you look - all you need is this.
If you weren't still so painfully aroused, you could have sworn you'd already come when Milo pulls your cock out of their mouth with a wet, satisfying pop. The sudden loss of sensation leaves you limp and panting and needy, but it does let you blink your eyes open to see Milo grinning at you. Totally worth it.
"Fuck, babe," they sigh, their voice raspy and deep and fucking gorgeous. "I need you inside me right now, this is too good to waste on oral." There's something almost desperate about them as they climb up onto the bed, a few strands of hair sticking to their forehead with sweat and their visible heart pulsing fast. They pull down their fancy underwater without any showmanship and throw it somewhere you'll probably find later after they've gone. "Damien, be a dear and make room."
You'd be lying if you said you didn't regret the loss of Damien's solid heat behind you, but the sexy reaper in your lap makes up for it as you shuffle back up the bed, limbs uncoordinated with anticipation. You assume that's all Milo meant when they said they needed room, but then Damien appears at the foot of the bed, whistling as he puts a hand on Milo's ass.
"Damn, you wear this to all your gigs?" He asks, raising a brow and looking very impressed.
Milo wiggles their hips with a rough chuckle. "Only the hot ones." They shoot Damien a smile over their shoulder, but quickly look back at you so they can give you a wink, implying strongly that you are, indeed, one of the hot ones (as if the makeouts and the blow job hadn't done that already).
Damien gives Milo's ass a smack that makes them gasp, before reaching between their cheeks to pull out a golden buttplug, complete with a large red jewel on the end. Oh, you wish you'd been able to see that whilst Milo was still wearing it. Maybe later if you ask nicely…
"You have impeccable taste in sex toys," you murmur, earning yourself another one of Milo's enthusiastic kisses. You taste surprisingly good on someone else's tongue.
"Of course I do," they reply with a smug little chuckle. "But I'm glad you think so too." On anyone else, that attitude might be annoying, but Milo's confidence is just so very sexy.
Milo pulls back as if to say something else, but the change in angle puts their hips in range of your cock, which immediately wraps itself around Milo's length. Their breathing stutters and they bite their lip around a surprised moan, eyelashes fluttering against their cheeks. You take advantage of the fact that this distracts Milo more than it's distracting you and lean up to kiss their neck, enjoying the vibrations of their voice under your lips. Seeing as they aren't stopping you, you trail your lips down to their chest, right next to that beautiful little heart nestled in the middle.
"May I?" Oh wow, that came out more sultry than you intended, nice.
Milo nods, threading a hand into your hair and directing your mouth right where you want it to be. Their heart doesn't taste any different to the rest of them, but it's so much warmer and it practically vibrates under your tongue, thrumming with something not unlike a pulse but far too fast for it to be Milo's actual beating heart.
Then the moment of tenderness is gone as Milo pushes you down to lay flat on the bed, one hand keeping you there (hah, as if you'd move) whilst the other reaches between their legs.
"Nice, but not where I want you." They let out a shaky little laugh, smirking at your wily appendage as they coax it to release their member in favour of their fingers.
Your own hands settle on Milo's thighs, rubbing them gently as you watch them work with rapt attention. Your moan when they squeeze you is one of longing, though they don't wait much before swiftly redirecting your cock's attention to their well-prepared ass. You let out a sigh as your tendril is finally buried in something warm and soft again, but Milo's reaction is far less relaxed; they gasp a little high pitched noise, their hips jerking forwards and then pushing down, drawing more of your length inside as they let out a stream of pleasured little squeaks.
"O-oh, wow, it m-mmmh-oves so much, h-hah." You never thought you'd hear Milo Belladonna stutter, nor did you think you'd see them covering their mouth as that dark, blush-like tone spreads across their face and down their chest, making their pulsing heart stand out even more.
Warm hands meet yours as Damien holds Milo's hips, his touch sliding down their thighs and back up again. Then he grips hard and forces them down further on your length, making them practically squeal in delight.
"You like that, huh?" He growls in their ear, getting an enthusiastic nod and more flustered little noises.
You, meanwhile, focus on not coming before Milo's even taken you fully. You also don't know if they want you to do that inside of them, but you have a sneaking suspicion the answer is yes.
You're both panting by the time Damien has guided Milo down to sit on your hips, your entire length squirming inside of them and making their body jerk each time it brushes the right spot, which in turn makes them squeeze around you as you bite your lip and oh- it's just the most beautiful cycle of ecstacy. You think it can't get any better, but after a few deep breaths Milo finds their composure and begins to move; tracing circles with their hips as they lean down to swallow your moans in a heated kiss. You push a hand into their hair and wrap the other around their waist, holding them close and kissing them back as if your life depends on it. Maybe it does, actually, but it wouldn't make a difference. You could do this forever, with Milo in your arms and Damien...
Wait, where is Damien?
You're about to try and have a peek over Milo's shoulder, when something that's both hot and cold slides between your ass cheeks and prods at your hole, making you thrust upwards into Milo so hard that they bite your lip. You see Milo's eyes flash an annoyed orange, probably about to reprimand Damien for not asking, but luckily you're really into the biting thing - and you really want Damien's fingers in your ass - so you kiss Milo even harder to distract them and spread your legs to encourage Damien to keep going.
And keep going he does, pressing two fingers into you and giving a few delightfully rough thrusts. "Kinky," he teases when you press down against him, as if he doesn't know your bedroom habits from last time (you still had the hickeys he gave you for weeks).
Milo bites your lip again, apparently satisfied by the way you thrust up into them that you do actually like it, then moves on to your neck to create probably the most artistic set of love bites to ever grace a body. You can't wait to look in the mirror later, but between Milo's mouth and Damien's fingers curling inside you, it's hard to open your eyes at all right now, or think about anything except this incredible sex and how your whole being is humming with overwhelming pleasure.
"Milo," you gasp against the reaper's lips when they find yours again, needing a little extra something but you don't know what. "Milo, please."
Milo knows, though, grinning before they let out the most breathy, sexual moan possible right in your ear. "Come for me, Theodore." They roll the 'r' and somehow that's what finishes you off.
You're pretty sure you black out for half a second when the first wave of climax hits; you thrust up into Milo hard, your cock going rigid as you spill yourself inside them until it's dripping down their thighs. It's debauched and unbecoming of royalty, but you quite frankly don't give a shit when Milo is babbling all sorts of wonderful noises as they hide their face in your neck.
"Yes!" They cry suddenly, lifting their head. "Oh yes!" Their heart pulses white as their hips stutter, then a moment later come completely untouched, warm spurts coating both of your chests and stomachs.
It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. You drag them in for a kiss whilst you're both still riding your highs; it's uncoordinated and messy and wonderful, the kind that makes you want to go as many rounds as you can until all three of you pass out. When your tendril begins to retreat, you feel Milo clench around it, clearly trying to keep your cum inside them, though their efforts are in vain when Damien grabs them by the waist and pulls them out of your embrace.
"My turn, noob!" He declares with one of his almost manic grins, using the copious amounts of slimy jizz between Milo's legs to coat his cock before he deposits them roughly on the bed next to you.
Milo lets out an affronted scoff. "You heathen. Be careful."
Damien just laughs, his claws digging in as he grabs you behind the knees and yanks your body towards him. He's just as big as you remember, his two piercings on the underside now joined by a third. If you could be turned on again already, you absolutely would be, a whine slipping out of your throat just from the sight of it.
"Go hard," you tell him in a raspy groan. "Like before."
"Can do, princess."
He thrusts half his length inside you with a single, fluid motion that has your back arching off the bed. He gives you a mere moment to adjust, then another snap of his hips as him buried within you completely, burning hot at your very core. His tail winds itself around your calf, squeezing tight when you clench around his cock. You swear you can feel those piercings, your body still sensitive from your climax. He hasn't even started moving yet and you're already panting - then he pulls out halfway and thrusts inside so hard that you see stars, unable to hold in a sharp cry of his name.
"That's right, I know you like it rough," he growls, beginning a brutal pace of pounding into your trembling body, so different to Milo's sensual touches but just as fucking incredible.
One of your hands grips the sheets whilst the other finds Damien's intact horn and holds on tight, giving you leverage to pull him down and crash your mouths together. You've given up entirely on being anything but a horny mess right now, letting Damien lick and bite over your lips and jaw and down the unmarked side of your throat. Each time his hips meet your ass, you can't help the noises of pleasure it jolts out of you, sometimes an attempt at a word but mostly just sounds, animalistic replies to Damien's own grunts and moans. He's a feral fucking beast and you want to keep him forever, keep both of them right here where they can lavish you with attention and use you for pleasure.
That's how you feel when Damien grabs your wrists and pins you to the bed with just his sheer mass and strength, when he furrows his brow and squeezes his eyes shut, mouth hanging open to let out harsh pants, when he buries his cock as deep inside you as it can go and comes with a triumphant, gutteral moan, a flood of heat that claims you as his. You feel used and wanted and you've never felt more alive.
Damien doesn't pull out right away, instead shoving you back up the bed so he can climb on and collapse against your chest. You rather like the feeling and you're honestly too tired to do anything except let out a weak whine when he knocks the air out of your lungs. He grumbles something that may have been a complaint or an apology, or maybe both, and slides his arms under the small of your back to hold you against him. Ah, yes, he's a cuddler, you remember now. Milo is as well, it seems, as they snuggle up to your other side as soon as Damien is settled, their cold little nose pressed into the crook of your neck. The comfortable silence is broken only by the three of you recovering your breath and Milo's gentle tapping on their phone screen. You don't think you've ever felt so at peace.
You're okay with this being your last day...
"So, I was thinking," Milo says after a while. "I may be able to pull a few strings so you don't die tomorrow."
You draw in a breath, but that's about as shocked as you can be in this state. Milo chuckles in your ear.
"You see, I really, really liked this little arrangement and it'd be a shame for it to end prematurely, don't you agree?" They run a hand down your arm and kiss the side of your face.
You can only nod and turn your head so they're kissing your lips instead. Damien nibbles at your shoulder as you lazily pet his hair. Yes, you definitely agree with Milo - in fact, you never want this to end and by the way your partners' touches are becoming more insistent, you have a feeling it won't be ending until after the sun is up tomorrow.
You're very, very okay with that.