SITRI

You ran your fingers along the tight line of his shoulder, feeling the hard muscles knotted up under your touch. "He's not sleeping," you said softly, cutting through the quiet. "I saw him yesterday. His hands were shaking, Min. He looked so worn out, like he was falling apart."

Your words hit him like a spark.

Minho's whole body went stiff. His hands, which had been resting lightly on your hips, suddenly gripped hard, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pulled you even closer. The warm spark in his eyes vanished, replaced by a dark, sharp stare that held you right where you were.

"And when did you start talking to him?" he asked in a low growl.

You rolled your eyes, a mix of annoyance and fondness for his over-the-top reaction. “Well, no one else seems willing to cook for him,” you replied casually, tracing small circles on Minho's chest with your finger. “So I invite him over sometimes. I just… tried talking to him more.”

A low, warning rumble shook in his chest. "So you like him?" The question floated there, like a trap with no safe way out.

"Of course I like him," you sighed, shaking your head. "He's kind, and he always watches out for everyone. Why wouldn't I?" You tilted your head, giving him a look. “And don’t act like you didn’t practically force him to talk to me. It was painfully obvious.”

"At first, I thought he hated me, though. Every time I tried to chat, he'd get this tight look on his face, like it pained him."

You scrunched your nose, mimicking the expression.

A deep, knowing laugh rolled through Minho's chest. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the sensitive curve of your ear. "God, I love how clueless you are," he whispered, his hot breath sending chills racing down your spine.

Before you could snap back, his mouth crashed onto yours.

It wasn't a soft kiss. It was a takeover. His tongue pushed in, claiming every inch, tasting you deeply until you felt lightheaded and out of breath. Kissing Minho was like sinking into an ocean of heat. He poured everything into it until you were lost, gasping for air.

Your fingers tangled in his thick, soft black hair, holding tight as his hands explored your body with slow, bold moves. They slid down your back, over the round curve of your ass, and stopped at the edge of your shorts. His fingers slipped under the fabric, and a soft, winning chuckle escaped him when he felt nothing but smooth, bare skin.

"No panties, baby?" he murmured against your puffy, kissed-raw lips, his voice thick with hunger.

In one quick, strong lift, he hoisted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, thighs squeezing his sides. The room spun in a haze, and then your back hit the cool, fresh sheets of the bed.

He peeled off your clothes with quick, skilled hands. Thrilling and a little scary in how easy he made it seem. Soft leather straps circled your wrists, tying them tight to the headboard slats above your head. More straps bound your ankles, spreading your legs wide open, leaving you totally exposed and at his mercy. Your slick folds bare, your body trembling with need.

You were so caught up in the dizzy rush of his kisses, the overwhelming force of him, that you hardly noticed how helpless he'd made you.

A sharp gasp ripped from your throat as something cold, hard, and perfectly smooth pressed against your wet, aching pussy. A low buzz started vibrating through you, a steady pulse that shot waves of hot pleasure right to your core, making your clit throb and your inner walls clench.

Your knees trembled. Your back bowed off the bed as the toy pushed in slowly, inch by inch. A thick, unyielding shaft that stretched you wide, filling you up until you could barely breathe.

"B-baby... wait, no—" Your plea came out as a weak whimper, swallowed by the thick air. You tugged at the straps on your wrists, but it was useless. He just watched, eyes dark with raw satisfaction, as he gently stroked your cheek. His soft touch a wild contrast to the invading buzz overwhelming your body, making your hips buck uncontrollably.

The doorbell rang suddenly, sharp and loud, making you jolt. Your eyes snapped open in panic, heart pounding. Someone at the door? Right now?

But Minho just grinned, a wicked twist of his lips that promised trouble. He left the toy buried deep inside your pulsing heat, its buzz a nonstop tease driving you wild, as he got up from the bed. The pleasure built so fast and fierce that you couldn't hold back the loud, broken moans spilling from your lips. Raw sounds of desperation echoing in the room.

It felt like forever in that sweet agony before the bedroom door creaked open again. Minho wasn't alone.

The second you saw Chan's face—eyes wide with shock, mouth hanging open as he stared at you—you wanted to disappear. You tried to hide your face, to squeeze your thighs shut, to sink into the bed. But the straps kept you pinned, legs spread wide, body shaking. Your naked skin glistening with sweat, your swollen pussy on full display with the toy's base humming between your slick lips.

"Min, I think I should—" Chan started, his voice rough and shaky as he tried to look away, to give you some privacy. But he couldn't tear his eyes off you. Off the way your body twisted and arched. Off the shiny wetness coating your thighs. Off the vibrator buried in your tight, dripping hole.

"Go? Don't be silly, Chan-ah. Come in," Minho said smoothly, pointing to the armchair he'd set up right at the foot of the bed for the best view. He leaned down, lips grazing your ear, his voice a low, owning whisper. "Be a good girl now, darling. If you keep making those sweet little noises, what will our guest think?"

Chan moved like he was in a dream, dropping into the chair. From there, he had a clear, filthy view of your spread-open pussy. Lips puffy and slick, the toy buzzing inside you, your clit swollen and begging for touch. You saw the worry and shock fade from his face, replaced by something dark, hungry, and full of want. He craved to be the one breaking you, pulling those needy cries from your throat.

"So..." Minho started, his tone way too casual, like you weren't whimpering and close to tears right there. "About the new track layouts?"

They dove into their meeting, voices droning on about schedules and duties. Words you couldn't even grasp. Your world narrowed to the endless buzz throbbing in your core, the ache in your shoulders from the tight straps, the hot burn of shame from being watched like this, your body on display like a toy.

Time blurred into waves of aching bliss. At some point, a desperate, humiliated part of you just wanted relief. Someone to move the damn thing, to give you more, to fill you with something real and warm.

"Oh? Looks like our girl just came from cock-warming a toy," Minho said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming.

How could you not? The idea of Chan's intense gaze on you, watching you squirm and beg, had tipped you over. A fresh rush of shame mixed with thrilling want washed over you as your body clenched and released, juices soaking the sheets.

While you still twitched and pulsed from the orgasm, Minho reached down casually. His fingers gripped the toy's base, twisting it, shoving it deeper, then pulling it out just a bit in a teasing rhythm that made your over-sensitive walls scream with too-much pleasure.

A choked sob burst from you as the overstimulation turned sharp and burning. "You have such a pretty voice, darling. That was so fucking hot," he praised, pride dripping from his words.

Chan looked ready to snap. His knuckles turned white gripping the chair arms, jaw locked tight, a muscle jumping in his cheek. Minho eyed him with a smug, winning spark. He knew he'd gotten what he wanted.

"You know, Channie," Minho said, voice dropping to a sly whisper. "Y/N said she likes you."

Chan's head jerked up. He shook it in silent denial. No way you'd want him, not with Minho around.

"Ask her yourself. If you don't believe me." Minho teased, like poison wrapped in silk. 

Chan's throat bobbed, but no words came. He looked wrecked, his cool front in pieces.

"Chan!"

Your scream of his name, desperate and sweet, froze him. "I... I want you." The words tumbled out as a broken whisper, pushed by Minho's hot breath in your ear, his good girl whispers urging you on.

In a flash, Chan was at your side. He cupped your face, grip firm but careful, tilting your tear-streaked, puffy eyes to meet his fiery stare.

"Say it again," he demanded, voice rough and needy. He had to hear it, to know this wasn't just his imagination. "Tell me exactly what you want."

As if to speak for you, Minho thrust the toy hard and deep. The jolt of pleasure-pain tore a final, clear cry from your lips.

"Yes! I want you to fuck me, please!"

A slow, pleased smirk spread over Minho's face. That was all Chan needed. His long fingers moved fast, undoing the leather straps from your wrists and ankles. The cool material sliding off your hot, flushed skin. He lifted you with surprising power, like you were weightless, positioning you until you straddled his lap, your dripping pussy hovering just above his hard, straining cock.

You winced as the toy finally slid out, leaving a sudden, empty ache that made your head spin from all the overwhelming buzz. The next thing you knew, Chan's hands were all over you. They roamed across your chest, grabbing and squeezing your full breasts, his mouth chasing after to leave sharp bites that stung and wet sucks that soothed the red marks on your soft skin. You glanced down at the man under you, his light blue hair standing out against his dark eyes, burning with raw lust.

Minho didn't stay back. He slid in close behind you, his body pressing against your back as his hands joined the mix. He cupped your ass, squeezing the soft flesh hard while his lips found your neck, sucking and biting to leave his own hot marks that made you shiver. His fingers dipped between your thighs from behind, teasing your slick entrance alongside Chan's touches, spreading your wetness and making you gasp from the double attention. 

"That's it, jagi," Minho murmured in your ear, his voice low and teasing. "Show him how good you feel."

"Oh, Chan!"

Hearing his name spill from your lips made his whole body go tense. You were both so wrapped up in the heat of it all, lost in the close, sweaty closeness, with Minho adding to the fire by grinding against you from behind. He was happy about it. This wasn't just about sharing his pretty girl; it was about helping the man he admired most, like a brother. After years fighting side by side in the same tough world, Chan was family. Minho's loyalty ran deep. He'd follow him anywhere, just like you'd follow Minho. Without a question.

Chan's arms wrapped around your waist, yanking you down as the thick, swollen head of his cock nudged against your wet, sensitive entrance. Your pussy still slick and pulsing from before. With one hard thrust, he drove himself deep inside you. A rough groan ripped from both your throats at the intense feel of it. He was so thick and long, stretching your tight walls wide, like he was tearing you open in the best way, filling every inch with hot pressure.

Minho stayed right there, his hands roaming your body as Chan thrust. He reached around to pinch and roll your nipples between his fingers, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through you that made your back arch. His other hand slid down to rub slow circles on your clit, matching Bang Chan's rhythm and doubling the overwhelming sensations. You moaned louder, caught between them, their bodies pressing you tight in a haze of heat and need.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Chan growled through gritted teeth, his voice rough and strained. Your body squeezed around him on its own, clenching hard at the deep invasion. You tried to speak, to beg for what you craved, but you were totally under their control, drowning in a fog of heat and need. The slick slide of his cock, the teasing pressure from Minho's fingers, the burn in your core.

You reached up, your hand shaking as you cupped Chan's face. Your touch was soft and caring, almost too gentle, and it nearly shattered him.

"Fuck," he choked out. "Baby, you're driving me insane."

He started moving, pulling almost all the way out, his cock dragging against your inner walls, before slamming back in balls-deep. The sharp smack of skin on skin echoed through the room, mixing with your desperate cries and the wet sounds of your bodies connecting. He built a brutal rhythm, hips snapping up into you hard and fast, and you felt the deep rumble of his groans vibrating in his chest while your whimpers filled his ears. The air thick with the salty scent of sweat and sex.

Minho kept pace, his fingers working your clit faster now, slick with your arousal, while he leaned in to capture your mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. His tongue tangled with yours, swallowing your moans as Chan's thrusts rocked you between them. The combined touches pushed you higher, your body trembling from the overload of pleasure from both men.

Your body turned against you, twisting and grinding back against him as pain and wild pleasure twisted tight in your belly. He noticed your struggle and thought you were hurting, so he eased up, slowing to gentler, careful strokes that teased more than satisfied.

"No!" you cried out, heart pounding. "Faster, please!" You begged, even though your muscles burned and screamed. You needed it rough, needed him to take you apart.

You clawed your nails down his back, leaving red scratches that made him hiss from the sharp sting. Taking that as his green light, he let go of all control. He ramped up the pounding pace, no longer handling you like fragile glass. You could feel his cock throbbing deep inside, his muscles tensing. A clear sign he was right on the edge. In that haze, he seemed to forget you weren't really his to own.

Minho grinned at the sight, his hand sliding up to grip your throat lightly, adding a possessive edge that made your pulse race. He whispered praises in your ear, "Good girl, taking us both so well," while his fingers kept circling your clit, building the fire even hotter as Bang Chan's thrusts grew wilder.

His climax crashed over him like a wave. His cock twitched and pulsed, flooding your pussy with hot spurts of cum as he kept thrusting, his hips jerking wildly. He wasn't quiet about it; a deep, owning growl of mine vibrated in his chest, followed by your name whispered like a desperate wish.

But Chan wasn't done. Not even close. He stayed buried inside you, his eyes dropping to where your bodies met. Watching his cum leak out around his softening cock, mixing with your juices in a sticky mess. He wanted to see you totally wrecked, falling apart for him.

In one quick move, his hand shot down, his fingers replacing Minho's. You let out a high-pitched, teary sob as his thumb pressed right on your swollen clit, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive nub. He worked it with purpose, eyes locked on your face as it twisted in bliss, watching every make face you do with how his fingers worked on your swollen clit. The pressure building fast, your hips bucking against his touch.

Minho leaned in again, his mouth latching onto your breast, sucking hard on your nipple while his hand teased the other, pinching just enough to send sparks of pain-pleasure through you. The extra stimulation from him made everything more intense, your body caught in their shared rhythm.

"Say my name," Chan ordered, voice low and commanding.

You did, his name a shaky whisper on your lips, breath hot and ragged.

That sound pushed him further. He used the slippery mix of cum and your wetness to stroke your clit harder, faster. Fingers slick and relentless. Driving you straight to the brink. This was it. Your peak hit like a storm. Your vision blurred to white, body shaking hard, legs locking around his arm as waves of pleasure ripped through you, your pussy clenching and soaking his hand.

As you floated down from the high, body still jerking with little aftershocks, something clicked for Chan. He finally got why you had such a hold on Minho. You weren't just a pretty face or a warm body to fuck. You were a true lover. You gave everything, and the pure joy on your face in those moments was addictive. A sharp stab of jealousy hit him. Minho saw this every day. The flushed cheeks, the satisfied glow, the way you melted into bliss.

How long had that been going on?

Chan wanted it too. He craved being the one to see that look in your eyes every single day.

"Hey, now. Don't look so down," Minho's voice broke the quiet, like he could read his thoughts. "One day with her isn't enough to satisfy anyone."

A slow smile spread across Chan's face as it sank in. This wasn't the end. It was just the start.

a/n: so if you guys remember, i did a poll about this not too long ago. i actually have finished this up for quite some time now, but i just can't find the timing to post it because of the amount of series i have to update. HAHAHAHAHA crazy right? but anyway! here it is. this is not the usual length of fic i write, but! i hope you like this one! < 3

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LEE LEEKNOW MINHO

Minho is a teasing sadist even when he’s losing control. He has you on all fours, one hand fisted in your hair as he fucks you hard from behind. Every deep thrust makes him groan, and instead of letting the sounds out freely, he leans down and sinks his teeth into your shoulder blade.

The bite is sharp and deliberate, meant to muffle his pretty moans. “Quiet… or I’ll bite harder,” he whispers, voice sweet but threatening, right before his teeth dig in again. He loves the way you whimper when he bites, the way your pussy clenches around him. He alternates between soft, teasing nips and hard, possessive bites that leave clear teeth marks.

He’ll bite the back of your neck, your shoulder, even the curve of your waist if he can reach it. Each bite is accompanied by a low, muffled groan that vibrates against your skin. When he’s close, his rhythm becomes punishing and his bites turn almost feral. He cums with his teeth sunk deep into your shoulder, groaning loudly into your skin as he fills you. Afterwards, he licks the bite marks almost apologetically while calling you his pretty kitten.

SEO CHANGBIN

Changbin is loud, intense, and completely unable to stay quiet when he’s lost in you. He has you bent over the edge of the bed in a deep doggy-style position, his powerful body completely covering yours from behind. His thick, muscular thighs slap against the back of yours with every brutal thrust, the sound wet and obscene in the room.

Every time his fat cock slams deep into you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your toes curl, a deep, guttural groan builds in his chest. He tries to hold it back, but he can’t. Instead, he leans forward, pressing his broad, sweaty chest against your back, and sinks his teeth hard into your shoulder. The bite is strong and possessive, his jaw clenching as he muffles a loud, animalistic moan against your skin.

“Fuck— baby, you’re so tight,” he growls, voice deep and rough, the words vibrating through his teeth into your flesh. His massive hands grip your snatchable waist tightly, fingers digging deep into your soft skin as he uses your body like a handle to pull you back onto his thick cock. The contrast is overwhelming. His huge, muscular frame against your smaller one, his teeth sunk into your shoulder while he pounds you mercilessly.

The position lets him hit even deeper, and his muffled moans become louder, more broken. He growls into your skin, teeth clenched tight as his hips stutter. He cums with a loud, deep, muffled roar, sinking his teeth hard into your shoulder as thick ropes of cum flood deep inside you. His whole body shakes against yours, muscles flexing as he holds you in place, refusing to let go until he’s completely emptied himself.

HWANG HYUNJIN

Hyunjin turns even something as raw as biting into something almost poetic. He has you riding him slowly, his back against the headboard, hands gripping your hips as you sink down onto his cock. His head falls back at first, long hair messy, lips parted in pleasure. But as the intensity builds and his thrusts become deeper, needy moans start slipping out.

He suddenly leans forward, burying his face in the curve of your neck and shoulder. His teeth graze your skin teasingly at first, then sink in with a low, breathy groan that vibrates against you. “You feel too good… I can’t stay quiet,” he whispers hotly before biting harder, teeth pressing into your soft flesh as he snaps his hips up sharply.

The bite is firm but graceful enough to leave a clear imprint, but never truly painful. He loves the way your body jolts when he bites, the way your pussy clenches around him in response. His long fingers dig into your waist as he uses your body to bounce you harder on his cock. Every deep thrust is paired with a new bite. On your collarbone, the top of your breast, the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

Then he'd moans against your skin, teeth grazing before sinking in again. His voice is breathy and beautiful, even when muffled. As he gets closer, his bites become more desperate, almost frantic. He holds you down on his cock with one hand on your waist while his mouth stays latched onto your shoulder, moaning loudly into your skin as he cums deep inside you. Afterward, he gently kisses and licks every bite mark, admiring how pretty they look on your skin while whispering how perfect you are.

HAN JISUNG

Jisung is loud, desperate, and completely unable to stay quiet when he’s inside you. He has you in missionary, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you hard and fast. His face is buried in your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin with every thrust.

Every time his cock hits that perfect spot deep inside you, a loud, broken moan tries to escape him. He solves it by sinking his teeth into your shoulder, muffling the sound against your skin. “Fuck— baby, you feel so good I can’t—,” he whimpers before biting down harder, teeth digging in as his hips snap forward desperately.

His bites are messy and needy, lots of small, overlapping marks all over your shoulders, neck, and collarbone. He can’t control himself. The harder he pounds into you, the harder he bites, using your body to muffle his loud, whiny moans. “I’m sorry— you’re too tight,” he whines pathetically against your skin, teeth still latched on.

When he gets close, his thrusts turn frantic and sloppy. He buries his face completely in your neck and bites down hard on your shoulder as he cums, moaning loudly into your flesh while filling you up. His whole body shakes against you. Even after he finishes, he keeps his teeth gently pressed against your skin for a few seconds, breathing heavily, before he starts kissing and licking the marks apologetically.

LEE FELIX YONGBOK

Felix’s deep voice makes his muffled moans incredibly sexy. He has you in missionary, body pressed close to yours as he fucks you with slow, deep rolls of his hips. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin.

Every time he bottoms out, a low, rumbling groan builds in his chest. He muffles it by sinking his teeth into your shoulder, the vibration of his deep voice traveling straight through the bite. “You feel so fucking good, angel,” he groans against your skin before biting harder, teeth pressing firmly into your flesh as he grinds deep.

His bites are sensual and possessive. He loves leaving a trail of marks across your shoulders and chest. The combination of his deep voice, his teeth on your skin, and his thick cock stretching you open is overwhelming. He’ll switch between soft, teasing nips and harder bites that make you gasp. “Can’t stay quiet when you’re this tight around me,” he moans, voice beautifully low even when muffled.

When he’s close, his thrusts become deeper and more intense. He holds you tightly and bites down on your neck as he cums, groaning deeply into your skin while filling you up. The feeling of his teeth and his low, vibrating moans pushes you over the edge with him. Afterward, he gently kisses every bite mark, his deep voice soft and loving as he tells you how perfect you felt.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Seungmin tries to stay composed, but you feel too good for him to stay quiet. He has you pinned beneath him, fucking you with sharp, precise thrusts. His face is in your neck, and every time a moan threatens to slip out, he bites down on your shoulder.

The bite is firm and teasing. “Can’t even stay quiet for me?” he mocks softly against your skin before sinking his teeth in again. His bites are tender, never too painful, but hard enough to leave clear marks and make you whimper. He loves the way you clench around him when he bites. “Pathetic… getting wetter every time I bite you.”

He keeps one hand in your hair, pulling your head to the side so he has better access to your neck and shoulder. His thrusts are relentless, each one paired with a new bite. When he’s close, he bites down harder, muffling his rare but beautiful moans as he cums deep inside you. And even that bite couldn't hide how desperate his moans are spilling ending up with his whole body rigid. Afterwards, when you tried to open it up with he'll act as if that thing never happened.

YANG JEONGIN

Jeongin gets surprisingly possessive and eager when pleasure overwhelms him. He has you in doggy style or spooning, body pressed close as he fucks you hard. His face is buried in the back of your neck or shoulder, breathing heavily.

Every deep thrust makes him moan, so he solves it by biting down on your shoulder. “Noona… you feel too good,” he groans before sinking his teeth in, trying to muffle the sound. His bites start a little shy but quickly become more confident and possessive. He loves leaving marks on you, clear evidence that he was there.

As he gets more lost in pleasure, his bites become harder and more frequent. He grips your waist tightly with one hand while biting your shoulder, using your body to pull you back onto his cock. “I can’t stop… you’re too tight,” he whimpers against your skin, teeth still latched on. When he cums, he bites down firmly on your shoulder, groaning into your flesh as he fills you up, making up pull his head up just so he could gasp the pleasure out. Afterward, he becomes very soft and clingy, kissing the bite marks gently while asking if he was too rough.

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"It's a summoning book, dumbass. Specifically for... pleasure demons. Incubi. You know, the kind that are basically designed to fuck you stupid and leave you satisfied." She wiggled her eyebrows. "All you have to do is follow the ritual on that page. Light a few candles, say the words, offer a little blood, and boom—hot demon in your dorm room ready to service you."

You stared at her. Then back at the book. The page she pointed to showed a tall, beautiful male figure with dark wings and glowing eyes, kneeling between a woman's spread legs. The text beneath it was written in elegant black ink that almost seemed to shimmer under the dorm light.

"...You're serious?" you asked slowly.

"Dead serious." Yeri's grin widened. "Come on. It's our senior year. You've been studying so hard you forgot what fun is. Worst case scenario, nothing happens. Best case scenario..." She made a very vulgar hand gesture. "You finally get dicked down, though not by you know, natural way."

You bit your lip, still hesitant... but the idea was already settling under your skin. The grimoire rested heavy in your hands. And for the first time, the thought of doing something reckless felt a little too tempting.

"Well, you don't have to do it if you don't like it, you know," She said, leaning back on her hands. Her tone softened a little. "I just gave you an option. We could still find some other ways. Maybe set you up an online dating profile or something."

You stared down. The book felt heavier now. The strange symbols almost seemed to pulse under the dim light, and the illustration of the incubus kept drawing your eyes back to it—tall, beautiful, powerful, and very clearly designed for one purpose.

The thought alone of doing online dating made you want to groan. Awkward conversations. Bad photos. Guys who only wanted one thing and still managed to be disappointing about it. You'd already tried that route last semester and ended up more frustrated than when you started. You closed the book slowly, fingers lingering on the worn leather cover.

"...What if it actually works?" you asked quietly.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Then you get the best graduation present ever," she said, scooting closer. "Look, you didn't have to do it if you are very unconscious with it. But from everything I've read, these things are bound by the ritual. They can't hurt you unless you ask them to. They exist to please whoever summons them."

You chewed on your bottom lip, heart beating a little faster. The rational part of your brain was still screaming that this was a terrible, dangerous idea. But you are far more desperate than you thought you have been. You are much determined to graduate this college life with experiences you haven't done all your life, and that includes having sex.

"...Fine. I'll try it."

"Great! Let me know how it went, okay? I need the whole story!" she said, already bouncing toward the door. "I'll text you later. And don't chicken out!"

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet dorm room with the grimoire resting heavily on your lap.

The dorm room felt different once you started. Warm, dim light spilled from the small desk lamp you had left on, casting long soft shadows across the walls. Outside, the campus was quiet, it's 2:14 am. Inside, the only sounds were your own breathing and the soft cascade of chalk as you dragged it carefully across the floor.

Circle after circle. Lines intersecting. Symbols you didn't fully understand but copied as exactly as you could from the grimoire. The chalk made a dry, whispering sound against the floor, filling the silence until the summoning circle was complete.

You sat back on your heels for a moment, staring at your work. Then came the candles. One by one, you placed four black candles at the points of the circle and lit them.

You knelt inside the completed circle and reached for the first black candle.

"In nomine Ignis voco te..." You lit the first candle. The flame flared to life.

"In nomine Aeris voco te..." The second candle caught, its flame steady and bright.

"In nomine Aquae voco te..." The third candle burned.

"In nomine Terrae voco te..." The fourth candle joined the others, filling the room with warm, flickering light.

Your hands were slightly shaky when you reached for the needle. You pricked the tip of your finger, wincing at the small sharp sting. A bead of blood welled up quickly. You held your hand over the center of the circle and let the drop fall. It landed with a soft, almost inaudible sound, dark red against the pale salt. Then you began to chant.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

A drop of blood fell into the center of the circle. You repeated the line, another drop.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

Your voice started quiet, almost unsure, but grew steadier with each line of the summoning prayer. The foreign words felt strange on your tongue, heavy and ancient. As you spoke them the third time, the candle flames suddenly stretched higher, burning brighter, casting restless shadows across the walls. The temperature in the room shifted, a chill that raised goosebumps on your arms.

The moment the final drop of blood touched the circle, the entire room seemed to inhale. The candle flames stretched high toward the ceiling before suddenly dropping low, almost snuffing out completely, leaving only a dim, trembling glow. A deep, heavy pressure filled the air, thick and electric, pressing against your skin and making your ears ring, it even pushes you back out of the circle. The chalk lines of the summoning circle began to glow faintly, pulsing once, then twice, as if something on the other side was testing the barrier.

Then the darkness inside the circle thickened and twisted. Shadows pulled together like living smoke, coiling and rising until two tall figures slowly took shape at the same time. Broad shoulders, long legs, and large black wings briefly flared open before folding neatly against their backs. Both men were beautiful in a way that felt dangerous, and both looked hauntingly familiar.

The one on the left had soft yet sharp round and expressive eyes that glowed a deep gold, framed by slightly wavy dark hair that fell messily around his face. His features were expressive and almost boyish at first glance, but the slow, mischievous smirk that spread across his lips—complete with the pair of dimples—made him look anything but innocent. He carried an air of playful hunger, like he was already entertained by the situation.

The one on the right was sharper in every way. His eyes glowed a burning crimson, narrow and cat-like, set in an elegant, finely sculpted face. His dark hair was neat yet slightly tousled, and his expression was calm, intense, and quietly predatory. Everything about him felt precise and controlled, from the way he held himself to the way his gaze dragged slowly over your body without a single wasted movement.

"Well... this is unexpected," the golden-eyed incubus said, his voice low and smooth with a teasing lilt as he tilted his head, still smirking. "So long since the last time I have been summoned, but what's this? I am being summoned with you, huh?"

He glanced sideways at the crimson-eyed incubus with clear amusement, eyes gleaming. The other only gave a quiet, almost lazy hum in response, as if the situation barely surprised him. The crimson-eyed one turned his attention fully to you, stepping even closer until the heat of his body brushed against your front. His smirk widened, dimples faintly showing.

"Hm, not that I'm complaining," he started, a wide grin flashing across his face as his eyes slowly raked over you from head to toe. The look was open, hungry, and completely unapologetic. "I don't wanna hunt this week anyway."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment. His eyes lingered on the curve of your waist, the way your clothes sat against your body, and the slight nervous rise and fall of your chest.

The golden-eyed incubus finally moved. While the other one stayed where he was, still watching you. His bare feet made almost no sound against the floor as he crossed the remaining space between you. You were still sitting just outside the edge of the circle, legs folded beneath you in a loose W-sitting position, hands braced behind you for support as you looked up at him.

He stopped right in front of you. From this angle he seemed even taller, the warm glow of his eyes looking down at you with calm, focused intensity. Without saying anything, he reached out and gently tipped your chin upward with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze fully. His touch was cool at first, then warmed quickly against your skin. He held your face there, thumb resting lightly just beneath your lower lip as he studied you.

"What's your name, summoner?" he asked, voice low and even.

Your voice stayed trapped in your throat. You tried to answer him, but the words refused to come out. You weren't sure if it was the slight fear creeping up your spine from the heavy pressure both of them carried, or if it was the quiet excitement your body kept trying to lean into from the situation you had put yourself in. Either way, you could only stare up at the golden-eyed incubus, lips slightly parted, as his fingers kept your chin tilted toward him.

The silence stretched for a moment too long.

Then the crimson-eyed one spoke, his voice lighter than his companion's but still carrying that same undercurrent of hunger.

"Jisung, you're scaring her."

Jisung didn't immediately look away from you. His thumb brushed once, slowly, along the edge of your jaw before he finally glanced over his shoulder at the other. A faint, almost lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Am I?" he asked, though he didn't sound particularly concerned. His gaze returned to yours a second later, still holding your chin up with the same steady pressure. "Come on, Minho. You can't be that soft for her already. She summoned us. She can handle a little intensity."

Even so, the grip of his fingers softened slightly, becoming less demanding. He kept your face turned up toward him, but the touch no longer felt quite as overwhelming.

Minho stepped closer as well, stopping just beside his companion so that both of them were looking down at you from above. The glint in his eyes remained, but there was a sharper edge of interest now.

Jisung's fingers remained under your chin, keeping your face tilted up toward him even as Minho watched from the side. After a short silence, he asked again, his voice lower this time, steadier.

"I'll ask again," he said, voice low and even. "What is your name?"

This time the words managed to scrape their way out of your throat. Your voice came out hoarse, quieter than you intended.

"...Y/N."

The moment the name left your lips, something subtle shifted in the air between the three of you. Jisung's expression didn't change much, but the glow in his eyes deepened, as if the simple offering of your name had satisfied something in him. His thumb brushed once more along your jaw, slower this time, almost thoughtful.

"Well, hello there, Y/N," Minho repeated, tasting the name like it was something sweet. "I hope you realized what sort of mess you've got yourself into?"

A small laugh escaped from Jisung as he lowered himself down, sitting on the heel so that he was level with your line of vision. His golden eyes stayed on yours, calm and faintly amused.

"I suppose?" he started, glancing at the salt circle, the still-burning candles, and the open grimoire nearby. "Look how prepared she is. Drew a summoning circle, prepared the right offering, she even has the grimoire all about us and our nature. I'd say she thoroughly researched this, no?"

A smile crept onto Minho's face as he eyed both of you, then settled his gaze more directly on you. His eyes gleamed with quiet interest.

"Hm. She must have been so lonely to resort to this," he said, voice low. "Aren't you, summoner?"

Heat rushed straight to your face. Being called out so directly made your cheeks burn, and you dropped your gaze to the floor between you and Jisung, suddenly very aware of how exposed the whole situation felt. It all sounded a lot more desperate when said out loud by two incubi who were currently staring at you like they already knew every thought running through your head.

Jisung noticed immediately. His expression softened just a fraction. He reached out and gently took one of your hands, his fingers warm as they curled around yours. He gave a light tug, guiding you up from the floor until you were standing on slightly unsteady legs. Once you were upright, he kept hold of your hand for a moment longer, thumb brushing once over your knuckles in a quiet, almost soothing motion.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," he said, voice lower now, calmer. His eyes stayed on your face as he spoke. "Minho and I have been summoned for the exact same reason more times than either of us can count. People get lonely. People get hungry. It's nothing we haven't seen before."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glanced briefly toward Minho, then back to you.

"Though," he added, "we're usually called one at a time. The fact that your summoning pulled both of us at once either makes you a very talented summoner..." His gaze dipped briefly down your body before returning to your eyes. "Or you're just way too horny for one incubus to satiate that fuzzy feeling you're carrying around right now."

Your face burned even hotter. Jisung's words only made the blush deepen, spreading from your cheeks down to your neck as you tried to look anywhere but at him. The way he had so casually laid out the truth of why you summoned them left you feeling completely seen, and the embarrassment of it made your pulse race even faster.

A slow, almost fond smile tugged at his lips as he watched the color rise in your face. Something about how flustered you looked clearly pleased him. The way he looked at you then was sharper, hungrier, like the sight of you blushing and shifting under his gaze made him want to close the remaining distance and pounce on you right there on the dorm room floor.

Minho, on the other hand, stepped in closer from the side. His eyes drifted over you with open appreciation before he spoke, voice low and unhurried.

"I can practically smell you," he said, not unkindly. "Your arousal. Your need." His gaze flicked down briefly, then back to your face. "It's rolling off you so clearly and it's so distracting."

He tilted his head slightly, a small smile still playing on his lips.

"You don't need to worry, summoner. Just like the reason you called us here... we'll fulfill your wish." His tone was calm, almost reassuring, but the heat behind his words was unmistakable. "That's what we are for, after all."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as the growing fear settled deeper in your chest. You were dealing with incubi, after all. Real ones. The weight of that fact finally seemed to catch up with you all at once.

"I don't know..." you started, voice quieter now as you moved to sit at the edge of the bed. Your hands rested nervously on your thighs. "I didn't really think this would work since this was my friend's idea. I'm honestly scared."

Jisung was the first to respond. He shifted his body facing you. He slightly tightens the grip on your head as if he was trying to pull your head back to you.

"Aw, you shouldn't be scared," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "We know humans have painted us as entities that leave their prey dead, but no... we are not like that."

He rested one forearm loosely across his knee. "We feed on human's sexual energy, not your life force. So the more aroused you are, the more we can feed on you."

Minho, who had been listening quietly, let out a soft hum of agreement. He stepped a little closer to the side of the bed. "Sounds like a good deal, no?" he added, tone calm and almost conversational. "We get fed, you get pleasured."

"Now if we are done with your demonology lessons, Ji, can I get my meal now?" Minho asked, his voice carrying a clear edge of irritation. The hunger in it was obvious, sharpened by how long Jisung had been stalling.

Jisung only chuckled under his breath, clearly used to this side of him.

"You really can't control yourself when you're hungry, no?" he said, glancing over his shoulder at Minho with a faint smirk.

"Fine. I don't wanna deal with your grumpy ass anyway." He turned his attention fully back to you then. Rising from his seat, Jisung reached out and gently took your wrist, his touch warm as he guided you up from the edge of the mattress and further onto your own bed.

"Come here, pretty human," he said, voice lower now, almost coaxing as he drew you closer.

The moment Jisung pulled you close, he closed the remaining distance without hesitation.

His hand slid up to the back of your neck as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. The kiss started firm but unhurried, lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger that made it clear he intended to take his time. When your breath hitched, he tilted his head and deepened it, tongue slipping past your lips as he tasted you properly. One of his hands settled at your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to keep you against him while he kissed you like he had all night to explore your mouth.

Jisung kept the pace controlled but intense, occasionally pulling back just enough to let you breathe before claiming your lips again. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room as he made out with you thoroughly, his eyes half-lidded whenever he briefly opened them to look at you. Every time you responded—whether by gripping his shirt or leaning further into him—he answered with a deeper press of his mouth, clearly feeding on the way your body was starting to melt against his.

Minho, however, was growing restless. He had been watching from the side with increasing impatience, eyes dark and fixed on the way Jisung kept you occupied. After several long minutes of being left out, he finally moved. Without a word, Minho reached out and shoved Jisung hard enough by the shoulder to break the kiss, forcing him back just enough to create space.

Jisung pulled away with a slightly breathless laugh, lips still shiny, and shot Minho an annoyed but unsurprised look.

"Greedy," he muttered, though there was no real heat in it.

Minho ignored the comment entirely. His attention was already on you as he stepped into the space Jisung had just occupied, one hand coming up to cup your jaw while his eyes dragged over your flushed face and kiss-swollen lips.

"Suit yourself," Jisung chimed, still slightly breathless from the kiss as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I'll just busy my mouth with something else."

Without waiting for a response, he shifted down the bed. His hands slid up your thighs until they reached the waistband of your lower garments. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and began tugging it down, pulling the annoying barrier away from your skin. You lifted your hips slightly to help him, and he drew the clothing the rest of the way off, tossing it aside without care. The moment you were bare to him, Jisung's eyes fixated on it with clear hunger. He settled more firmly between your legs, hands pressing your thighs open, and then he dove in.

The first drag of his tongue against your core pulled a sharp, involuntary sound from your throat.

Before the moan could fully escape, Minho leaned down and captured your mouth with his. His kiss was firmer than Jisung's had been earlier. Deeper, more insistent as he used his lips and tongue to muffle every sound trying to leave you. One of his hands stayed cupped against your jaw, keeping you in place while he kissed you thoroughly, swallowing the soft, broken noises that kept rising each time Jisung's mouth worked between your legs.

Jisung was unhurried but relentless. He licked slow, deliberate stripes through your folds before focusing on your clit, sucking gently at first and then with more pressure as your hips twitched under him. Every reaction he pulled from you only seemed to encourage him further, his hands tightening on your thighs to keep you spread open for his mouth.

Jisung clearly loved the way you reacted to him. After a while of devouring your clit, he finally pulled his mouth away, leaving you wet and aching. Instead of giving you any real break, he brought two fingers up and began slowly swirling them over your already overstimulated bud, rubbing tight, deliberate circles that made your thighs jump. A low, pleased sound left him as he watched your face.

Behind him, his tail swayed with open excitement, the tip curling and uncurling as he fed on the sharp spike of your sexual energy.

"You have the sweetest energy I've had in a while," Jisung murmured, golden eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "It's thick... rich. So addictive."

And before you could fully process the praise, his tail moved. The smooth, prehensile length slid between your legs and pressed against your entrance, slick from how wet you already were.

He let the tip tease you for a moment before pushing inside, the flexible thickness of his tail sinking into you with a slow, sinuous motion no ordinary cock could match. Once buried deep, it began to move in a way that felt almost alive, curling, pressing, and stroking against spots inside you that normal fingers or a regular length could never reach so precisely.

The sensation ripped a louder moan from your throat.

Minho, who had been keeping your mouth occupied, finally pulled back from the kiss just enough to let the sounds escape. His crimson eyes stayed locked on your face as you moaned and whined, clearly enjoying every broken noise Jisung was pulling out of you. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, still wet from their kissing, while he watched you fall apart between them.

Your hips lifted on their own, grinding up to meet the dual stimulation of Jisung's fingers on your clit and his tail working deep inside you. The more you moved, the richer your energy became, and both incubi reacted to it immediately. Jisung's tail curled harder against that sensitive spot inside you, and Minho's gaze darkened with open hunger, the two of them growing more intoxicated with every roll of your hips and every desperate sound you made.

Minho exhaled deeply, the sound low and strained as he clearly fought to keep himself in check. The amount of arousal rolling off you was thick enough that even he, usually the more composed of the two, was affected by it. Still, he didn't rush. Instead, he leaned in closer and began pressing soft, deliberate kisses along the side of your face, first against the shell of your ear, then your cheek, then lower to the sensitive skin of your neck.

"You're making us feel so good," he whispered against your skin, voice rough with restraint. "Feeding us this well... taking Jisung so prettily... You have no idea what you're doing to us."

Each quiet praise sank straight into you. The combination of his warm mouth on your neck and the intimate words he kept murmuring pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body reacted instantly, thighs trembling, breath catching until you clenched hard around the tail still buried inside you.

Jisung felt it immediately. A low, pleased sound left him as your walls clamped down around the flexible length. Rather than easing up, he doubled down. His fingers rubbed faster, tighter circles over your clit while his tail curled and thrust more insistently, pressing firmly against that deep, sensitive spot it had already found. The dual stimulation turned sharper, more relentless, clearly meant to drag you the rest of the way over.

"That's it," Jisung murmured from between your legs, golden eyes watching every reaction.

A broken cry left your throat as you came hard around Jisung's tail, your walls clamping down in tight, rhythmic pulses. Your hips jerked involuntarily, thighs shaking as the orgasm tore through you, sharp and overwhelming after how long they had been building it. Wetness spilled around the length still buried inside you, and your whole body arched between the two of them as the pleasure kept rolling in waves.

Neither of them pulled away. Jisung kept his tail moving through it, slower now, curling and pressing to draw the orgasm out as long as possible. His fingers eased off your clit just enough to avoid pushing you into pain, instead rubbing soft, steady circles that helped you ride every pulse. Golden eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching the way you fell apart for them.

"There we go," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Ride it out. Don't hold back."

Minho held you against his chest through it, one hand still cradling the side of your face while the other stroked along your stomach. He pressed another kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his voice low and coaxing against your skin.

"Let it go," he urged softly. "Give it to us."

They stayed right there with you as the climax stretched on, both of them feeding openly on the thick surge of sexual energy that poured off you. Jisung slowly withdrew his tail, the length slipping free as he eased his hands off your thighs. The thick haze of the orgasm still lingered, leaving your limbs heavy and your breathing uneven as you came down from the height they had pushed you to. Only when you seemed steady enough did Minho speak.

"Switch with me," he said to Jisung, voice low but clear with intent.

Jisung let out a quiet, amused sound and moved without argument. He shifted up the bed while Minho guided you onto your hands and knees. Large hands firm on your hips as he positioned you the way he wanted. Once you were on all fours, Minho settled behind you, the heat of his body pressing in close as his palms smoothed over the curve of your ass and down your thighs.

In front of you, Jisung made himself comfortable. He sat back against the headboard slightly, legs open, and reached out to tip your chin up so you were looking at him. His eyes were dark with renewed hunger as he took in the sight of you between them.

"Hm, we met again, Y/N," Jisung murmured, teasing, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Haa, such a pretty face you have."

Minho's hands tightened on your hips as he lined himself up from behind. The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, already slick from everything Jisung had done to you earlier. With one steady push, he sank into you, stretching you open around him until he was buried deep. A low, satisfied sound left him as he bottomed out, fingers digging into your flesh while he adjusted to the heat of your body.

In front of you, Jisung watched the way your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness. A slow grin spread across his face. "Look at that," he murmured. "Your mouth looks so lonely."

He shifted closer and guided the head of his cock to your lips. When you parted them, he pushed forward, sliding into the warm wetness of your mouth with a quiet groan. One hand settled in your hair, not forcing but holding, as he began to move in shallow thrusts that matched the rhythm Minho was setting behind you.

Minho started fucking you in earnest then—deep, deliberate strokes that rocked your body forward onto Jisung's cock with every thrust. The dual sensation left you trapped between them, filled from both ends as the two incubi used you exactly the way they wanted. Minho's hips met your ass with steady, heavy snaps, while Jisung kept your mouth occupied.

"Fuck—just like that," Minho muttered from behind, voice rough with pleasure. "Take it."

Jisung's fingers stroked through your hair, his own breathing growing heavier as he fucked your mouth. The wet sounds of both of them moving inside you filled the dimly lit dorm room, mixed with the low, hungry noises the two incubi made as they fed on every reaction they pulled from your body.

They fucked you in earnest, and neither of them could keep their hands still. Minho's grip on your waist tightened hard, fingers digging into your skin as he drove into you from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Every thrust pulled a fresh wave of sexual energy from your body, and the more he fed on it the rougher his hold became. His palms stayed locked around your waist like he needed the contact to ground himself, hips snapping forward with growing intensity as the dual pleasure of being buried inside you and drinking down your arousal clearly got to him. Low, rough groans left his throat with nearly every movement, the sound vibrating against your back whenever he leaned in closer.

In front of you, Jisung was just as restless. His left hand stayed fisted in your hair, holding your head in place as he fucked your mouth with steady, shallow thrusts. His right hand, however, refused to stay idle, sliding down to grope your breast, fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh in time with the way he moved between your lips. Every time you moaned around him, the vibration made his grip in your hair tighten and his hand on your chest grow bolder. Golden eyes stayed half-lidded with pleasure as he fed on both the wet heat of your mouth and the thick sexual energy pouring off you.

"Fuck..." Jisung groaned, the sound low and strained. His fingers flexed against your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as he continued using your mouth. "You feel so sooo good."

Even while using your mouth, Jisung's golden eyes flicked past you, and a low chuckle left him when he saw the other incubus's tail. The dark length had started to wiggle uncontrollably behind Minho, the tip twitching and curling with clear lack of restraint.

"Oh, Minho," Jisung said, voice rough with amusement and pleasure. "You're so near, aren't you? Your tail's wiggling so much. You do that whenever you're close." His fingers tightened slightly in your hair as he kept moving between your lips. "Come on. Give it to her. She deserves it."

Those words hit both of you at once. A broken groan tore from your throat around Jisung's cock at the same time Minho let out a deep, strained sound behind you. The dual reaction only pushed everything higher. Your walls clamped down hard around Minho's cock as the orgasm crashed through you, pulsing tightly around him while you came all over his length. The sudden pressure and the fresh surge of sexual energy ripped the last of Minho's control away.

He buried himself to the hilt and held there, relishing the tight, fluttering heat of your core for a few thick seconds before he followed you over. With a low, guttural groan, Minho came inside you, spilling deep as his fingers dug hard into your waist and his tail gave one last sharp twitch behind him.

The sight of you and Minho sharing an orgasm pushed Jisung past the point of restraint. He had been holding himself back until then, keeping his thrusts into your mouth relatively controlled, but watching the two of you come undone together made something in him snap. A low, rough moan left his throat as his hips began to move faster, the earlier gentleness forgotten. His grip in your hair tightened, holding your head steady while he fucked your mouth with quicker, deeper strokes, eyes locked on the way your lips stretched around him.

"Fuck— that's it. Take it," he groaned, voice turning more vocal with every movement. Another broken sound slipped out of him as the thick wave of your post-orgasm sexual energy wrapped around him, rich and overwhelming. It fed straight into his system and shoved him right to his limit.

Jisung's breathing turned sharp and uneven. His hips stuttered once, then twice, before he pushed deep and held there with a long, strained groan. He came hard down your throat, making sure you took every drop as the pulses kept coming. His hand stayed firm in your hair the entire time, keeping you in place until he had fully finished.

Only when the last of it was spent did he slowly pull out. The sudden absence made you cough and gasp for air, saliva and the taste of him still on your tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung stayed close, chest rising and falling heavily, golden eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at the mess he'd made of your mouth.

Breathing hard, Minho slowly pulled out of you. The sudden emptiness made your body go slack, and you dropped down onto the bed, completely tired and spent. Your limbs felt heavy, your skin still flushed and sensitive from everything they had put you through. For a moment the only sounds in the room were the three of you trying to catch your breath.

Minho sat back on his heels, wiping a hand over his face as he clearly felt the strain of remaining in the human realm. The pull of the demon realm was growing stronger now that your energy had been so thoroughly taken. After a few seconds, he glanced toward Jisung.

"I think I need to go back now."

Jisung's forehead creased immediately. "Already?" he asked, still slightly breathless. "Dining and dashing, are we?"

Minho shot him a flat look, though there was no real irritation behind it

"It's not that. She's already spent and drained after being used by two of us. I don't think her energy will suffice to keep both of us here anymore." He nodded toward Jisung. "Look. You're even starting to come see-through now."

Jisung glanced down at his own hands. Sure enough, the edges of his form had begun to flicker faintly, the solid shape of him growing slightly translucent around the margins. He clicked his tongue in mild annoyance but didn't argue.

"I'll let you handle her for now, since aftercare is what you're good for," Minho said to Jisung, his voice quieter now that the sharp edge of hunger had faded.

He leaned closer to you and pressed a soft kiss against your glistening cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle compared to how roughly he had used you earlier. His crimson eyes lingered on your face for a moment as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from your skin.

"Summon us again once you've recovered, yeah?" he murmured. "I'll wait for it."

With that, Minho finally pulled back. The air around him shimmered as his form began to dissolve, dark smoke curling around his shoulders and wings before he fully faded from the dorm room, leaving only the faint scent of something warm and otherworldly behind.

"God, I feel so full. I don't think I need to hunt for the next week," Jisung said the moment Minho fully disappeared.He wasted no time pulling you against his chest, guiding your spent body to rest on top of him. One arm wrapped securely around your back while the other stroked slowly up and down your spine. His skin was still warm, and the faint translucence around the edges of his form had mostly settled now that he was the only one left feeding on what little energy remained.

Your voice came out hoarse from all the moaning when you managed to ask him. "Are you okay?"

Jisung only chuckled, the sound low and soft against your hair. Although clearly you are the one should be asked that, he still answered.

"Of course I'm good. You gave us so much, human." His fingers kept moving gently along your back. "Minho might look dismissive, but he does like you a lot. To the point he's willing to go back first just so I could take care of you for a while."

After a few more moments of simply holding you, he carefully shifted and laid you down on your back. He propped himself up beside you.

"Here," he murmured. "I have a small gift for you."

He placed his hand flat against your lower abdomen. A mild, pleasant heat bloomed under his palm. Seconds later, a delicate mark etched itself into your skin—an elegant, dark tattoo-like symbol that settled just below your navel before the heat faded.

"There." Jisung brushed his thumb once over the new mark. "I think you know what that is, no? You can summon us again using that by channeling your energy, and we'll answer your call. That way you don't have to go through all the trouble of offerings and chanting a summoning circle. This will also protect you from any harm from other incubi that hunt. So you don't have to worry about that. And of course, only you could see it."

He pulled the blanket up over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before drawing you back against his chest. His hands moved slowly and carefully—stroking your hair, rubbing gentle circles along your arms, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead and temple. Whenever a residual tremor ran through your body, he only held you tighter and murmured quiet reassurances, letting you rest properly after everything the two of them had put you through.

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"It's a summoning book, dumbass. Specifically for... pleasure demons. Incubi. You know, the kind that are basically designed to fuck you stupid and leave you satisfied." She wiggled her eyebrows. "All you have to do is follow the ritual on that page. Light a few candles, say the words, offer a little blood, and boom—hot demon in your dorm room ready to service you."

You stared at her. Then back at the book. The page she pointed to showed a tall, beautiful male figure with dark wings and glowing eyes, kneeling between a woman's spread legs. The text beneath it was written in elegant black ink that almost seemed to shimmer under the dorm light.

"...You're serious?" you asked slowly.

"Dead serious." Yeri's grin widened. "Come on. It's our senior year. You've been studying so hard you forgot what fun is. Worst case scenario, nothing happens. Best case scenario..." She made a very vulgar hand gesture. "You finally get dicked down, though not by you know, natural way."

You bit your lip, still hesitant... but the idea was already settling under your skin. The grimoire rested heavy in your hands. And for the first time, the thought of doing something reckless felt a little too tempting.

"Well, you don't have to do it if you don't like it, you know," She said, leaning back on her hands. Her tone softened a little. "I just gave you an option. We could still find some other ways. Maybe set you up an online dating profile or something."

You stared down. The book felt heavier now. The strange symbols almost seemed to pulse under the dim light, and the illustration of the incubus kept drawing your eyes back to it—tall, beautiful, powerful, and very clearly designed for one purpose.

The thought alone of doing online dating made you want to groan. Awkward conversations. Bad photos. Guys who only wanted one thing and still managed to be disappointing about it. You'd already tried that route last semester and ended up more frustrated than when you started. You closed the book slowly, fingers lingering on the worn leather cover.

"...What if it actually works?" you asked quietly.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Then you get the best graduation present ever," she said, scooting closer. "Look, you didn't have to do it if you are very unconscious with it. But from everything I've read, these things are bound by the ritual. They can't hurt you unless you ask them to. They exist to please whoever summons them."

You chewed on your bottom lip, heart beating a little faster. The rational part of your brain was still screaming that this was a terrible, dangerous idea. But you are far more desperate than you thought you have been. You are much determined to graduate this college life with experiences you haven't done all your life, and that includes having sex.

"...Fine. I'll try it."

"Great! Let me know how it went, okay? I need the whole story!" she said, already bouncing toward the door. "I'll text you later. And don't chicken out!"

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet dorm room with the grimoire resting heavily on your lap.

The dorm room felt different once you started. Warm, dim light spilled from the small desk lamp you had left on, casting long soft shadows across the walls. Outside, the campus was quiet, it's 2:14 am. Inside, the only sounds were your own breathing and the soft cascade of chalk as you dragged it carefully across the floor.

Circle after circle. Lines intersecting. Symbols you didn't fully understand but copied as exactly as you could from the grimoire. The chalk made a dry, whispering sound against the floor, filling the silence until the summoning circle was complete.

You sat back on your heels for a moment, staring at your work. Then came the candles. One by one, you placed four black candles at the points of the circle and lit them.

You knelt inside the completed circle and reached for the first black candle.

"In nomine Ignis voco te..." You lit the first candle. The flame flared to life.

"In nomine Aeris voco te..." The second candle caught, its flame steady and bright.

"In nomine Aquae voco te..." The third candle burned.

"In nomine Terrae voco te..." The fourth candle joined the others, filling the room with warm, flickering light.

Your hands were slightly shaky when you reached for the needle. You pricked the tip of your finger, wincing at the small sharp sting. A bead of blood welled up quickly. You held your hand over the center of the circle and let the drop fall. It landed with a soft, almost inaudible sound, dark red against the pale salt. Then you began to chant.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

A drop of blood fell into the center of the circle. You repeated the line, another drop.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

Your voice started quiet, almost unsure, but grew steadier with each line of the summoning prayer. The foreign words felt strange on your tongue, heavy and ancient. As you spoke them the third time, the candle flames suddenly stretched higher, burning brighter, casting restless shadows across the walls. The temperature in the room shifted, a chill that raised goosebumps on your arms.

The moment the final drop of blood touched the circle, the entire room seemed to inhale. The candle flames stretched high toward the ceiling before suddenly dropping low, almost snuffing out completely, leaving only a dim, trembling glow. A deep, heavy pressure filled the air, thick and electric, pressing against your skin and making your ears ring, it even pushes you back out of the circle. The chalk lines of the summoning circle began to glow faintly, pulsing once, then twice, as if something on the other side was testing the barrier.

Then the darkness inside the circle thickened and twisted. Shadows pulled together like living smoke, coiling and rising until two tall figures slowly took shape at the same time. Broad shoulders, long legs, and large black wings briefly flared open before folding neatly against their backs. Both men were beautiful in a way that felt dangerous, and both looked hauntingly familiar.

The one on the left had soft yet sharp round and expressive eyes that glowed a deep gold, framed by slightly wavy dark hair that fell messily around his face. His features were expressive and almost boyish at first glance, but the slow, mischievous smirk that spread across his lips—complete with the pair of dimples—made him look anything but innocent. He carried an air of playful hunger, like he was already entertained by the situation.

The one on the right was sharper in every way. His eyes glowed a burning crimson, narrow and cat-like, set in an elegant, finely sculpted face. His dark hair was neat yet slightly tousled, and his expression was calm, intense, and quietly predatory. Everything about him felt precise and controlled, from the way he held himself to the way his gaze dragged slowly over your body without a single wasted movement.

"Well... this is unexpected," the golden-eyed incubus said, his voice low and smooth with a teasing lilt as he tilted his head, still smirking. "So long since the last time I have been summoned, but what's this? I am being summoned with you, huh?"

He glanced sideways at the crimson-eyed incubus with clear amusement, eyes gleaming. The other only gave a quiet, almost lazy hum in response, as if the situation barely surprised him. The crimson-eyed one turned his attention fully to you, stepping even closer until the heat of his body brushed against your front. His smirk widened, dimples faintly showing.

"Hm, not that I'm complaining," he started, a wide grin flashing across his face as his eyes slowly raked over you from head to toe. The look was open, hungry, and completely unapologetic. "I don't wanna hunt this week anyway."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment. His eyes lingered on the curve of your waist, the way your clothes sat against your body, and the slight nervous rise and fall of your chest.

The golden-eyed incubus finally moved. While the other one stayed where he was, still watching you. His bare feet made almost no sound against the floor as he crossed the remaining space between you. You were still sitting just outside the edge of the circle, legs folded beneath you in a loose W-sitting position, hands braced behind you for support as you looked up at him.

He stopped right in front of you. From this angle he seemed even taller, the warm glow of his eyes looking down at you with calm, focused intensity. Without saying anything, he reached out and gently tipped your chin upward with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze fully. His touch was cool at first, then warmed quickly against your skin. He held your face there, thumb resting lightly just beneath your lower lip as he studied you.

"What's your name, summoner?" he asked, voice low and even.

Your voice stayed trapped in your throat. You tried to answer him, but the words refused to come out. You weren't sure if it was the slight fear creeping up your spine from the heavy pressure both of them carried, or if it was the quiet excitement your body kept trying to lean into from the situation you had put yourself in. Either way, you could only stare up at the golden-eyed incubus, lips slightly parted, as his fingers kept your chin tilted toward him.

The silence stretched for a moment too long.

Then the crimson-eyed one spoke, his voice lighter than his companion's but still carrying that same undercurrent of hunger.

"Jisung, you're scaring her."

Jisung didn't immediately look away from you. His thumb brushed once, slowly, along the edge of your jaw before he finally glanced over his shoulder at the other. A faint, almost lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Am I?" he asked, though he didn't sound particularly concerned. His gaze returned to yours a second later, still holding your chin up with the same steady pressure. "Come on, Minho. You can't be that soft for her already. She summoned us. She can handle a little intensity."

Even so, the grip of his fingers softened slightly, becoming less demanding. He kept your face turned up toward him, but the touch no longer felt quite as overwhelming.

Minho stepped closer as well, stopping just beside his companion so that both of them were looking down at you from above. The glint in his eyes remained, but there was a sharper edge of interest now.

Jisung's fingers remained under your chin, keeping your face tilted up toward him even as Minho watched from the side. After a short silence, he asked again, his voice lower this time, steadier.

"I'll ask again," he said, voice low and even. "What is your name?"

This time the words managed to scrape their way out of your throat. Your voice came out hoarse, quieter than you intended.

"...Y/N."

The moment the name left your lips, something subtle shifted in the air between the three of you. Jisung's expression didn't change much, but the glow in his eyes deepened, as if the simple offering of your name had satisfied something in him. His thumb brushed once more along your jaw, slower this time, almost thoughtful.

"Well, hello there, Y/N," Minho repeated, tasting the name like it was something sweet. "I hope you realized what sort of mess you've got yourself into?"

A small laugh escaped from Jisung as he lowered himself down, sitting on the heel so that he was level with your line of vision. His golden eyes stayed on yours, calm and faintly amused.

"I suppose?" he started, glancing at the salt circle, the still-burning candles, and the open grimoire nearby. "Look how prepared she is. Drew a summoning circle, prepared the right offering, she even has the grimoire all about us and our nature. I'd say she thoroughly researched this, no?"

A smile crept onto Minho's face as he eyed both of you, then settled his gaze more directly on you. His eyes gleamed with quiet interest.

"Hm. She must have been so lonely to resort to this," he said, voice low. "Aren't you, summoner?"

Heat rushed straight to your face. Being called out so directly made your cheeks burn, and you dropped your gaze to the floor between you and Jisung, suddenly very aware of how exposed the whole situation felt. It all sounded a lot more desperate when said out loud by two incubi who were currently staring at you like they already knew every thought running through your head.

Jisung noticed immediately. His expression softened just a fraction. He reached out and gently took one of your hands, his fingers warm as they curled around yours. He gave a light tug, guiding you up from the floor until you were standing on slightly unsteady legs. Once you were upright, he kept hold of your hand for a moment longer, thumb brushing once over your knuckles in a quiet, almost soothing motion.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," he said, voice lower now, calmer. His eyes stayed on your face as he spoke. "Minho and I have been summoned for the exact same reason more times than either of us can count. People get lonely. People get hungry. It's nothing we haven't seen before."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glanced briefly toward Minho, then back to you.

"Though," he added, "we're usually called one at a time. The fact that your summoning pulled both of us at once either makes you a very talented summoner..." His gaze dipped briefly down your body before returning to your eyes. "Or you're just way too horny for one incubus to satiate that fuzzy feeling you're carrying around right now."

Your face burned even hotter. Jisung's words only made the blush deepen, spreading from your cheeks down to your neck as you tried to look anywhere but at him. The way he had so casually laid out the truth of why you summoned them left you feeling completely seen, and the embarrassment of it made your pulse race even faster.

A slow, almost fond smile tugged at his lips as he watched the color rise in your face. Something about how flustered you looked clearly pleased him. The way he looked at you then was sharper, hungrier, like the sight of you blushing and shifting under his gaze made him want to close the remaining distance and pounce on you right there on the dorm room floor.

Minho, on the other hand, stepped in closer from the side. His eyes drifted over you with open appreciation before he spoke, voice low and unhurried.

"I can practically smell you," he said, not unkindly. "Your arousal. Your need." His gaze flicked down briefly, then back to your face. "It's rolling off you so clearly and it's so distracting."

He tilted his head slightly, a small smile still playing on his lips.

"You don't need to worry, summoner. Just like the reason you called us here... we'll fulfill your wish." His tone was calm, almost reassuring, but the heat behind his words was unmistakable. "That's what we are for, after all."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as the growing fear settled deeper in your chest. You were dealing with incubi, after all. Real ones. The weight of that fact finally seemed to catch up with you all at once.

"I don't know..." you started, voice quieter now as you moved to sit at the edge of the bed. Your hands rested nervously on your thighs. "I didn't really think this would work since this was my friend's idea. I'm honestly scared."

Jisung was the first to respond. He shifted his body facing you. He slightly tightens the grip on your head as if he was trying to pull your head back to you.

"Aw, you shouldn't be scared," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "We know humans have painted us as entities that leave their prey dead, but no... we are not like that."

He rested one forearm loosely across his knee. "We feed on human's sexual energy, not your life force. So the more aroused you are, the more we can feed on you."

Minho, who had been listening quietly, let out a soft hum of agreement. He stepped a little closer to the side of the bed. "Sounds like a good deal, no?" he added, tone calm and almost conversational. "We get fed, you get pleasured."

"Now if we are done with your demonology lessons, Ji, can I get my meal now?" Minho asked, his voice carrying a clear edge of irritation. The hunger in it was obvious, sharpened by how long Jisung had been stalling.

Jisung only chuckled under his breath, clearly used to this side of him.

"You really can't control yourself when you're hungry, no?" he said, glancing over his shoulder at Minho with a faint smirk.

"Fine. I don't wanna deal with your grumpy ass anyway." He turned his attention fully back to you then. Rising from his seat, Jisung reached out and gently took your wrist, his touch warm as he guided you up from the edge of the mattress and further onto your own bed.

"Come here, pretty human," he said, voice lower now, almost coaxing as he drew you closer.

The moment Jisung pulled you close, he closed the remaining distance without hesitation.

His hand slid up to the back of your neck as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. The kiss started firm but unhurried, lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger that made it clear he intended to take his time. When your breath hitched, he tilted his head and deepened it, tongue slipping past your lips as he tasted you properly. One of his hands settled at your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to keep you against him while he kissed you like he had all night to explore your mouth.

Jisung kept the pace controlled but intense, occasionally pulling back just enough to let you breathe before claiming your lips again. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room as he made out with you thoroughly, his eyes half-lidded whenever he briefly opened them to look at you. Every time you responded—whether by gripping his shirt or leaning further into him—he answered with a deeper press of his mouth, clearly feeding on the way your body was starting to melt against his.

Minho, however, was growing restless. He had been watching from the side with increasing impatience, eyes dark and fixed on the way Jisung kept you occupied. After several long minutes of being left out, he finally moved. Without a word, Minho reached out and shoved Jisung hard enough by the shoulder to break the kiss, forcing him back just enough to create space.

Jisung pulled away with a slightly breathless laugh, lips still shiny, and shot Minho an annoyed but unsurprised look.

"Greedy," he muttered, though there was no real heat in it.

Minho ignored the comment entirely. His attention was already on you as he stepped into the space Jisung had just occupied, one hand coming up to cup your jaw while his eyes dragged over your flushed face and kiss-swollen lips.

"Suit yourself," Jisung chimed, still slightly breathless from the kiss as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I'll just busy my mouth with something else."

Without waiting for a response, he shifted down the bed. His hands slid up your thighs until they reached the waistband of your lower garments. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and began tugging it down, pulling the annoying barrier away from your skin. You lifted your hips slightly to help him, and he drew the clothing the rest of the way off, tossing it aside without care. The moment you were bare to him, Jisung's eyes fixated on it with clear hunger. He settled more firmly between your legs, hands pressing your thighs open, and then he dove in.

The first drag of his tongue against your core pulled a sharp, involuntary sound from your throat.

Before the moan could fully escape, Minho leaned down and captured your mouth with his. His kiss was firmer than Jisung's had been earlier. Deeper, more insistent as he used his lips and tongue to muffle every sound trying to leave you. One of his hands stayed cupped against your jaw, keeping you in place while he kissed you thoroughly, swallowing the soft, broken noises that kept rising each time Jisung's mouth worked between your legs.

Jisung was unhurried but relentless. He licked slow, deliberate stripes through your folds before focusing on your clit, sucking gently at first and then with more pressure as your hips twitched under him. Every reaction he pulled from you only seemed to encourage him further, his hands tightening on your thighs to keep you spread open for his mouth.

Jisung clearly loved the way you reacted to him. After a while of devouring your clit, he finally pulled his mouth away, leaving you wet and aching. Instead of giving you any real break, he brought two fingers up and began slowly swirling them over your already overstimulated bud, rubbing tight, deliberate circles that made your thighs jump. A low, pleased sound left him as he watched your face.

Behind him, his tail swayed with open excitement, the tip curling and uncurling as he fed on the sharp spike of your sexual energy.

"You have the sweetest energy I've had in a while," Jisung murmured, golden eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "It's thick... rich. So addictive."

And before you could fully process the praise, his tail moved. The smooth, prehensile length slid between your legs and pressed against your entrance, slick from how wet you already were.

He let the tip tease you for a moment before pushing inside, the flexible thickness of his tail sinking into you with a slow, sinuous motion no ordinary cock could match. Once buried deep, it began to move in a way that felt almost alive, curling, pressing, and stroking against spots inside you that normal fingers or a regular length could never reach so precisely.

The sensation ripped a louder moan from your throat.

Minho, who had been keeping your mouth occupied, finally pulled back from the kiss just enough to let the sounds escape. His crimson eyes stayed locked on your face as you moaned and whined, clearly enjoying every broken noise Jisung was pulling out of you. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, still wet from their kissing, while he watched you fall apart between them.

Your hips lifted on their own, grinding up to meet the dual stimulation of Jisung's fingers on your clit and his tail working deep inside you. The more you moved, the richer your energy became, and both incubi reacted to it immediately. Jisung's tail curled harder against that sensitive spot inside you, and Minho's gaze darkened with open hunger, the two of them growing more intoxicated with every roll of your hips and every desperate sound you made.

Minho exhaled deeply, the sound low and strained as he clearly fought to keep himself in check. The amount of arousal rolling off you was thick enough that even he, usually the more composed of the two, was affected by it. Still, he didn't rush. Instead, he leaned in closer and began pressing soft, deliberate kisses along the side of your face, first against the shell of your ear, then your cheek, then lower to the sensitive skin of your neck.

"You're making us feel so good," he whispered against your skin, voice rough with restraint. "Feeding us this well... taking Jisung so prettily... You have no idea what you're doing to us."

Each quiet praise sank straight into you. The combination of his warm mouth on your neck and the intimate words he kept murmuring pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body reacted instantly, thighs trembling, breath catching until you clenched hard around the tail still buried inside you.

Jisung felt it immediately. A low, pleased sound left him as your walls clamped down around the flexible length. Rather than easing up, he doubled down. His fingers rubbed faster, tighter circles over your clit while his tail curled and thrust more insistently, pressing firmly against that deep, sensitive spot it had already found. The dual stimulation turned sharper, more relentless, clearly meant to drag you the rest of the way over.

"That's it," Jisung murmured from between your legs, golden eyes watching every reaction.

A broken cry left your throat as you came hard around Jisung's tail, your walls clamping down in tight, rhythmic pulses. Your hips jerked involuntarily, thighs shaking as the orgasm tore through you, sharp and overwhelming after how long they had been building it. Wetness spilled around the length still buried inside you, and your whole body arched between the two of them as the pleasure kept rolling in waves.

Neither of them pulled away. Jisung kept his tail moving through it, slower now, curling and pressing to draw the orgasm out as long as possible. His fingers eased off your clit just enough to avoid pushing you into pain, instead rubbing soft, steady circles that helped you ride every pulse. Golden eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching the way you fell apart for them.

"There we go," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Ride it out. Don't hold back."

Minho held you against his chest through it, one hand still cradling the side of your face while the other stroked along your stomach. He pressed another kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his voice low and coaxing against your skin.

"Let it go," he urged softly. "Give it to us."

They stayed right there with you as the climax stretched on, both of them feeding openly on the thick surge of sexual energy that poured off you. Jisung slowly withdrew his tail, the length slipping free as he eased his hands off your thighs. The thick haze of the orgasm still lingered, leaving your limbs heavy and your breathing uneven as you came down from the height they had pushed you to. Only when you seemed steady enough did Minho speak.

"Switch with me," he said to Jisung, voice low but clear with intent.

Jisung let out a quiet, amused sound and moved without argument. He shifted up the bed while Minho guided you onto your hands and knees. Large hands firm on your hips as he positioned you the way he wanted. Once you were on all fours, Minho settled behind you, the heat of his body pressing in close as his palms smoothed over the curve of your ass and down your thighs.

In front of you, Jisung made himself comfortable. He sat back against the headboard slightly, legs open, and reached out to tip your chin up so you were looking at him. His eyes were dark with renewed hunger as he took in the sight of you between them.

"Hm, we met again, Y/N," Jisung murmured, teasing, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Haa, such a pretty face you have."

Minho's hands tightened on your hips as he lined himself up from behind. The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, already slick from everything Jisung had done to you earlier. With one steady push, he sank into you, stretching you open around him until he was buried deep. A low, satisfied sound left him as he bottomed out, fingers digging into your flesh while he adjusted to the heat of your body.

In front of you, Jisung watched the way your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness. A slow grin spread across his face. "Look at that," he murmured. "Your mouth looks so lonely."

He shifted closer and guided the head of his cock to your lips. When you parted them, he pushed forward, sliding into the warm wetness of your mouth with a quiet groan. One hand settled in your hair, not forcing but holding, as he began to move in shallow thrusts that matched the rhythm Minho was setting behind you.

Minho started fucking you in earnest then—deep, deliberate strokes that rocked your body forward onto Jisung's cock with every thrust. The dual sensation left you trapped between them, filled from both ends as the two incubi used you exactly the way they wanted. Minho's hips met your ass with steady, heavy snaps, while Jisung kept your mouth occupied.

"Fuck—just like that," Minho muttered from behind, voice rough with pleasure. "Take it."

Jisung's fingers stroked through your hair, his own breathing growing heavier as he fucked your mouth. The wet sounds of both of them moving inside you filled the dimly lit dorm room, mixed with the low, hungry noises the two incubi made as they fed on every reaction they pulled from your body.

They fucked you in earnest, and neither of them could keep their hands still. Minho's grip on your waist tightened hard, fingers digging into your skin as he drove into you from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Every thrust pulled a fresh wave of sexual energy from your body, and the more he fed on it the rougher his hold became. His palms stayed locked around your waist like he needed the contact to ground himself, hips snapping forward with growing intensity as the dual pleasure of being buried inside you and drinking down your arousal clearly got to him. Low, rough groans left his throat with nearly every movement, the sound vibrating against your back whenever he leaned in closer.

In front of you, Jisung was just as restless. His left hand stayed fisted in your hair, holding your head in place as he fucked your mouth with steady, shallow thrusts. His right hand, however, refused to stay idle, sliding down to grope your breast, fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh in time with the way he moved between your lips. Every time you moaned around him, the vibration made his grip in your hair tighten and his hand on your chest grow bolder. Golden eyes stayed half-lidded with pleasure as he fed on both the wet heat of your mouth and the thick sexual energy pouring off you.

"Fuck..." Jisung groaned, the sound low and strained. His fingers flexed against your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as he continued using your mouth. "You feel so sooo good."

Even while using your mouth, Jisung's golden eyes flicked past you, and a low chuckle left him when he saw the other incubus's tail. The dark length had started to wiggle uncontrollably behind Minho, the tip twitching and curling with clear lack of restraint.

"Oh, Minho," Jisung said, voice rough with amusement and pleasure. "You're so near, aren't you? Your tail's wiggling so much. You do that whenever you're close." His fingers tightened slightly in your hair as he kept moving between your lips. "Come on. Give it to her. She deserves it."

Those words hit both of you at once. A broken groan tore from your throat around Jisung's cock at the same time Minho let out a deep, strained sound behind you. The dual reaction only pushed everything higher. Your walls clamped down hard around Minho's cock as the orgasm crashed through you, pulsing tightly around him while you came all over his length. The sudden pressure and the fresh surge of sexual energy ripped the last of Minho's control away.

He buried himself to the hilt and held there, relishing the tight, fluttering heat of your core for a few thick seconds before he followed you over. With a low, guttural groan, Minho came inside you, spilling deep as his fingers dug hard into your waist and his tail gave one last sharp twitch behind him.

The sight of you and Minho sharing an orgasm pushed Jisung past the point of restraint. He had been holding himself back until then, keeping his thrusts into your mouth relatively controlled, but watching the two of you come undone together made something in him snap. A low, rough moan left his throat as his hips began to move faster, the earlier gentleness forgotten. His grip in your hair tightened, holding your head steady while he fucked your mouth with quicker, deeper strokes, eyes locked on the way your lips stretched around him.

"Fuck— that's it. Take it," he groaned, voice turning more vocal with every movement. Another broken sound slipped out of him as the thick wave of your post-orgasm sexual energy wrapped around him, rich and overwhelming. It fed straight into his system and shoved him right to his limit.

Jisung's breathing turned sharp and uneven. His hips stuttered once, then twice, before he pushed deep and held there with a long, strained groan. He came hard down your throat, making sure you took every drop as the pulses kept coming. His hand stayed firm in your hair the entire time, keeping you in place until he had fully finished.

Only when the last of it was spent did he slowly pull out. The sudden absence made you cough and gasp for air, saliva and the taste of him still on your tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung stayed close, chest rising and falling heavily, golden eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at the mess he'd made of your mouth.

Breathing hard, Minho slowly pulled out of you. The sudden emptiness made your body go slack, and you dropped down onto the bed, completely tired and spent. Your limbs felt heavy, your skin still flushed and sensitive from everything they had put you through. For a moment the only sounds in the room were the three of you trying to catch your breath.

Minho sat back on his heels, wiping a hand over his face as he clearly felt the strain of remaining in the human realm. The pull of the demon realm was growing stronger now that your energy had been so thoroughly taken. After a few seconds, he glanced toward Jisung.

"I think I need to go back now."

Jisung's forehead creased immediately. "Already?" he asked, still slightly breathless. "Dining and dashing, are we?"

Minho shot him a flat look, though there was no real irritation behind it

"It's not that. She's already spent and drained after being used by two of us. I don't think her energy will suffice to keep both of us here anymore." He nodded toward Jisung. "Look. You're even starting to come see-through now."

Jisung glanced down at his own hands. Sure enough, the edges of his form had begun to flicker faintly, the solid shape of him growing slightly translucent around the margins. He clicked his tongue in mild annoyance but didn't argue.

"I'll let you handle her for now, since aftercare is what you're good for," Minho said to Jisung, his voice quieter now that the sharp edge of hunger had faded.

He leaned closer to you and pressed a soft kiss against your glistening cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle compared to how roughly he had used you earlier. His crimson eyes lingered on your face for a moment as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from your skin.

"Summon us again once you've recovered, yeah?" he murmured. "I'll wait for it."

With that, Minho finally pulled back. The air around him shimmered as his form began to dissolve, dark smoke curling around his shoulders and wings before he fully faded from the dorm room, leaving only the faint scent of something warm and otherworldly behind.

"God, I feel so full. I don't think I need to hunt for the next week," Jisung said the moment Minho fully disappeared.He wasted no time pulling you against his chest, guiding your spent body to rest on top of him. One arm wrapped securely around your back while the other stroked slowly up and down your spine. His skin was still warm, and the faint translucence around the edges of his form had mostly settled now that he was the only one left feeding on what little energy remained.

Your voice came out hoarse from all the moaning when you managed to ask him. "Are you okay?"

Jisung only chuckled, the sound low and soft against your hair. Although clearly you are the one should be asked that, he still answered.

"Of course I'm good. You gave us so much, human." His fingers kept moving gently along your back. "Minho might look dismissive, but he does like you a lot. To the point he's willing to go back first just so I could take care of you for a while."

After a few more moments of simply holding you, he carefully shifted and laid you down on your back. He propped himself up beside you.

"Here," he murmured. "I have a small gift for you."

He placed his hand flat against your lower abdomen. A mild, pleasant heat bloomed under his palm. Seconds later, a delicate mark etched itself into your skin—an elegant, dark tattoo-like symbol that settled just below your navel before the heat faded.

"There." Jisung brushed his thumb once over the new mark. "I think you know what that is, no? You can summon us again using that by channeling your energy, and we'll answer your call. That way you don't have to go through all the trouble of offerings and chanting a summoning circle. This will also protect you from any harm from other incubi that hunt. So you don't have to worry about that. And of course, only you could see it."

He pulled the blanket up over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before drawing you back against his chest. His hands moved slowly and carefully—stroking your hair, rubbing gentle circles along your arms, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead and temple. Whenever a residual tremor ran through your body, he only held you tighter and murmured quiet reassurances, letting you rest properly after everything the two of them had put you through.

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"It's a summoning book, dumbass. Specifically for... pleasure demons. Incubi. You know, the kind that are basically designed to fuck you stupid and leave you satisfied." She wiggled her eyebrows. "All you have to do is follow the ritual on that page. Light a few candles, say the words, offer a little blood, and boom—hot demon in your dorm room ready to service you."

You stared at her. Then back at the book. The page she pointed to showed a tall, beautiful male figure with dark wings and glowing eyes, kneeling between a woman's spread legs. The text beneath it was written in elegant black ink that almost seemed to shimmer under the dorm light.

"...You're serious?" you asked slowly.

"Dead serious." Yeri's grin widened. "Come on. It's our senior year. You've been studying so hard you forgot what fun is. Worst case scenario, nothing happens. Best case scenario..." She made a very vulgar hand gesture. "You finally get dicked down, though not by you know, natural way."

You bit your lip, still hesitant... but the idea was already settling under your skin. The grimoire rested heavy in your hands. And for the first time, the thought of doing something reckless felt a little too tempting.

"Well, you don't have to do it if you don't like it, you know," She said, leaning back on her hands. Her tone softened a little. "I just gave you an option. We could still find some other ways. Maybe set you up an online dating profile or something."

You stared down. The book felt heavier now. The strange symbols almost seemed to pulse under the dim light, and the illustration of the incubus kept drawing your eyes back to it—tall, beautiful, powerful, and very clearly designed for one purpose.

The thought alone of doing online dating made you want to groan. Awkward conversations. Bad photos. Guys who only wanted one thing and still managed to be disappointing about it. You'd already tried that route last semester and ended up more frustrated than when you started. You closed the book slowly, fingers lingering on the worn leather cover.

"...What if it actually works?" you asked quietly.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Then you get the best graduation present ever," she said, scooting closer. "Look, you didn't have to do it if you are very unconscious with it. But from everything I've read, these things are bound by the ritual. They can't hurt you unless you ask them to. They exist to please whoever summons them."

You chewed on your bottom lip, heart beating a little faster. The rational part of your brain was still screaming that this was a terrible, dangerous idea. But you are far more desperate than you thought you have been. You are much determined to graduate this college life with experiences you haven't done all your life, and that includes having sex.

"...Fine. I'll try it."

"Great! Let me know how it went, okay? I need the whole story!" she said, already bouncing toward the door. "I'll text you later. And don't chicken out!"

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet dorm room with the grimoire resting heavily on your lap.

The dorm room felt different once you started. Warm, dim light spilled from the small desk lamp you had left on, casting long soft shadows across the walls. Outside, the campus was quiet, it's 2:14 am. Inside, the only sounds were your own breathing and the soft cascade of chalk as you dragged it carefully across the floor.

Circle after circle. Lines intersecting. Symbols you didn't fully understand but copied as exactly as you could from the grimoire. The chalk made a dry, whispering sound against the floor, filling the silence until the summoning circle was complete.

You sat back on your heels for a moment, staring at your work. Then came the candles. One by one, you placed four black candles at the points of the circle and lit them.

You knelt inside the completed circle and reached for the first black candle.

"In nomine Ignis voco te..." You lit the first candle. The flame flared to life.

"In nomine Aeris voco te..." The second candle caught, its flame steady and bright.

"In nomine Aquae voco te..." The third candle burned.

"In nomine Terrae voco te..." The fourth candle joined the others, filling the room with warm, flickering light.

Your hands were slightly shaky when you reached for the needle. You pricked the tip of your finger, wincing at the small sharp sting. A bead of blood welled up quickly. You held your hand over the center of the circle and let the drop fall. It landed with a soft, almost inaudible sound, dark red against the pale salt. Then you began to chant.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

A drop of blood fell into the center of the circle. You repeated the line, another drop.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

Your voice started quiet, almost unsure, but grew steadier with each line of the summoning prayer. The foreign words felt strange on your tongue, heavy and ancient. As you spoke them the third time, the candle flames suddenly stretched higher, burning brighter, casting restless shadows across the walls. The temperature in the room shifted, a chill that raised goosebumps on your arms.

The moment the final drop of blood touched the circle, the entire room seemed to inhale. The candle flames stretched high toward the ceiling before suddenly dropping low, almost snuffing out completely, leaving only a dim, trembling glow. A deep, heavy pressure filled the air, thick and electric, pressing against your skin and making your ears ring, it even pushes you back out of the circle. The chalk lines of the summoning circle began to glow faintly, pulsing once, then twice, as if something on the other side was testing the barrier.

Then the darkness inside the circle thickened and twisted. Shadows pulled together like living smoke, coiling and rising until two tall figures slowly took shape at the same time. Broad shoulders, long legs, and large black wings briefly flared open before folding neatly against their backs. Both men were beautiful in a way that felt dangerous, and both looked hauntingly familiar.

The one on the left had soft yet sharp round and expressive eyes that glowed a deep gold, framed by slightly wavy dark hair that fell messily around his face. His features were expressive and almost boyish at first glance, but the slow, mischievous smirk that spread across his lips—complete with the pair of dimples—made him look anything but innocent. He carried an air of playful hunger, like he was already entertained by the situation.

The one on the right was sharper in every way. His eyes glowed a burning crimson, narrow and cat-like, set in an elegant, finely sculpted face. His dark hair was neat yet slightly tousled, and his expression was calm, intense, and quietly predatory. Everything about him felt precise and controlled, from the way he held himself to the way his gaze dragged slowly over your body without a single wasted movement.

"Well... this is unexpected," the golden-eyed incubus said, his voice low and smooth with a teasing lilt as he tilted his head, still smirking. "So long since the last time I have been summoned, but what's this? I am being summoned with you, huh?"

He glanced sideways at the crimson-eyed incubus with clear amusement, eyes gleaming. The other only gave a quiet, almost lazy hum in response, as if the situation barely surprised him. The crimson-eyed one turned his attention fully to you, stepping even closer until the heat of his body brushed against your front. His smirk widened, dimples faintly showing.

"Hm, not that I'm complaining," he started, a wide grin flashing across his face as his eyes slowly raked over you from head to toe. The look was open, hungry, and completely unapologetic. "I don't wanna hunt this week anyway."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment. His eyes lingered on the curve of your waist, the way your clothes sat against your body, and the slight nervous rise and fall of your chest.

The golden-eyed incubus finally moved. While the other one stayed where he was, still watching you. His bare feet made almost no sound against the floor as he crossed the remaining space between you. You were still sitting just outside the edge of the circle, legs folded beneath you in a loose W-sitting position, hands braced behind you for support as you looked up at him.

He stopped right in front of you. From this angle he seemed even taller, the warm glow of his eyes looking down at you with calm, focused intensity. Without saying anything, he reached out and gently tipped your chin upward with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze fully. His touch was cool at first, then warmed quickly against your skin. He held your face there, thumb resting lightly just beneath your lower lip as he studied you.

"What's your name, summoner?" he asked, voice low and even.

Your voice stayed trapped in your throat. You tried to answer him, but the words refused to come out. You weren't sure if it was the slight fear creeping up your spine from the heavy pressure both of them carried, or if it was the quiet excitement your body kept trying to lean into from the situation you had put yourself in. Either way, you could only stare up at the golden-eyed incubus, lips slightly parted, as his fingers kept your chin tilted toward him.

The silence stretched for a moment too long.

Then the crimson-eyed one spoke, his voice lighter than his companion's but still carrying that same undercurrent of hunger.

"Jisung, you're scaring her."

Jisung didn't immediately look away from you. His thumb brushed once, slowly, along the edge of your jaw before he finally glanced over his shoulder at the other. A faint, almost lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Am I?" he asked, though he didn't sound particularly concerned. His gaze returned to yours a second later, still holding your chin up with the same steady pressure. "Come on, Minho. You can't be that soft for her already. She summoned us. She can handle a little intensity."

Even so, the grip of his fingers softened slightly, becoming less demanding. He kept your face turned up toward him, but the touch no longer felt quite as overwhelming.

Minho stepped closer as well, stopping just beside his companion so that both of them were looking down at you from above. The glint in his eyes remained, but there was a sharper edge of interest now.

Jisung's fingers remained under your chin, keeping your face tilted up toward him even as Minho watched from the side. After a short silence, he asked again, his voice lower this time, steadier.

"I'll ask again," he said, voice low and even. "What is your name?"

This time the words managed to scrape their way out of your throat. Your voice came out hoarse, quieter than you intended.

"...Y/N."

The moment the name left your lips, something subtle shifted in the air between the three of you. Jisung's expression didn't change much, but the glow in his eyes deepened, as if the simple offering of your name had satisfied something in him. His thumb brushed once more along your jaw, slower this time, almost thoughtful.

"Well, hello there, Y/N," Minho repeated, tasting the name like it was something sweet. "I hope you realized what sort of mess you've got yourself into?"

A small laugh escaped from Jisung as he lowered himself down, sitting on the heel so that he was level with your line of vision. His golden eyes stayed on yours, calm and faintly amused.

"I suppose?" he started, glancing at the salt circle, the still-burning candles, and the open grimoire nearby. "Look how prepared she is. Drew a summoning circle, prepared the right offering, she even has the grimoire all about us and our nature. I'd say she thoroughly researched this, no?"

A smile crept onto Minho's face as he eyed both of you, then settled his gaze more directly on you. His eyes gleamed with quiet interest.

"Hm. She must have been so lonely to resort to this," he said, voice low. "Aren't you, summoner?"

Heat rushed straight to your face. Being called out so directly made your cheeks burn, and you dropped your gaze to the floor between you and Jisung, suddenly very aware of how exposed the whole situation felt. It all sounded a lot more desperate when said out loud by two incubi who were currently staring at you like they already knew every thought running through your head.

Jisung noticed immediately. His expression softened just a fraction. He reached out and gently took one of your hands, his fingers warm as they curled around yours. He gave a light tug, guiding you up from the floor until you were standing on slightly unsteady legs. Once you were upright, he kept hold of your hand for a moment longer, thumb brushing once over your knuckles in a quiet, almost soothing motion.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," he said, voice lower now, calmer. His eyes stayed on your face as he spoke. "Minho and I have been summoned for the exact same reason more times than either of us can count. People get lonely. People get hungry. It's nothing we haven't seen before."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glanced briefly toward Minho, then back to you.

"Though," he added, "we're usually called one at a time. The fact that your summoning pulled both of us at once either makes you a very talented summoner..." His gaze dipped briefly down your body before returning to your eyes. "Or you're just way too horny for one incubus to satiate that fuzzy feeling you're carrying around right now."

Your face burned even hotter. Jisung's words only made the blush deepen, spreading from your cheeks down to your neck as you tried to look anywhere but at him. The way he had so casually laid out the truth of why you summoned them left you feeling completely seen, and the embarrassment of it made your pulse race even faster.

A slow, almost fond smile tugged at his lips as he watched the color rise in your face. Something about how flustered you looked clearly pleased him. The way he looked at you then was sharper, hungrier, like the sight of you blushing and shifting under his gaze made him want to close the remaining distance and pounce on you right there on the dorm room floor.

Minho, on the other hand, stepped in closer from the side. His eyes drifted over you with open appreciation before he spoke, voice low and unhurried.

"I can practically smell you," he said, not unkindly. "Your arousal. Your need." His gaze flicked down briefly, then back to your face. "It's rolling off you so clearly and it's so distracting."

He tilted his head slightly, a small smile still playing on his lips.

"You don't need to worry, summoner. Just like the reason you called us here... we'll fulfill your wish." His tone was calm, almost reassuring, but the heat behind his words was unmistakable. "That's what we are for, after all."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as the growing fear settled deeper in your chest. You were dealing with incubi, after all. Real ones. The weight of that fact finally seemed to catch up with you all at once.

"I don't know..." you started, voice quieter now as you moved to sit at the edge of the bed. Your hands rested nervously on your thighs. "I didn't really think this would work since this was my friend's idea. I'm honestly scared."

Jisung was the first to respond. He shifted his body facing you. He slightly tightens the grip on your head as if he was trying to pull your head back to you.

"Aw, you shouldn't be scared," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "We know humans have painted us as entities that leave their prey dead, but no... we are not like that."

He rested one forearm loosely across his knee. "We feed on human's sexual energy, not your life force. So the more aroused you are, the more we can feed on you."

Minho, who had been listening quietly, let out a soft hum of agreement. He stepped a little closer to the side of the bed. "Sounds like a good deal, no?" he added, tone calm and almost conversational. "We get fed, you get pleasured."

"Now if we are done with your demonology lessons, Ji, can I get my meal now?" Minho asked, his voice carrying a clear edge of irritation. The hunger in it was obvious, sharpened by how long Jisung had been stalling.

Jisung only chuckled under his breath, clearly used to this side of him.

"You really can't control yourself when you're hungry, no?" he said, glancing over his shoulder at Minho with a faint smirk.

"Fine. I don't wanna deal with your grumpy ass anyway." He turned his attention fully back to you then. Rising from his seat, Jisung reached out and gently took your wrist, his touch warm as he guided you up from the edge of the mattress and further onto your own bed.

"Come here, pretty human," he said, voice lower now, almost coaxing as he drew you closer.

The moment Jisung pulled you close, he closed the remaining distance without hesitation.

His hand slid up to the back of your neck as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. The kiss started firm but unhurried, lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger that made it clear he intended to take his time. When your breath hitched, he tilted his head and deepened it, tongue slipping past your lips as he tasted you properly. One of his hands settled at your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to keep you against him while he kissed you like he had all night to explore your mouth.

Jisung kept the pace controlled but intense, occasionally pulling back just enough to let you breathe before claiming your lips again. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room as he made out with you thoroughly, his eyes half-lidded whenever he briefly opened them to look at you. Every time you responded—whether by gripping his shirt or leaning further into him—he answered with a deeper press of his mouth, clearly feeding on the way your body was starting to melt against his.

Minho, however, was growing restless. He had been watching from the side with increasing impatience, eyes dark and fixed on the way Jisung kept you occupied. After several long minutes of being left out, he finally moved. Without a word, Minho reached out and shoved Jisung hard enough by the shoulder to break the kiss, forcing him back just enough to create space.

Jisung pulled away with a slightly breathless laugh, lips still shiny, and shot Minho an annoyed but unsurprised look.

"Greedy," he muttered, though there was no real heat in it.

Minho ignored the comment entirely. His attention was already on you as he stepped into the space Jisung had just occupied, one hand coming up to cup your jaw while his eyes dragged over your flushed face and kiss-swollen lips.

"Suit yourself," Jisung chimed, still slightly breathless from the kiss as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I'll just busy my mouth with something else."

Without waiting for a response, he shifted down the bed. His hands slid up your thighs until they reached the waistband of your lower garments. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and began tugging it down, pulling the annoying barrier away from your skin. You lifted your hips slightly to help him, and he drew the clothing the rest of the way off, tossing it aside without care. The moment you were bare to him, Jisung's eyes fixated on it with clear hunger. He settled more firmly between your legs, hands pressing your thighs open, and then he dove in.

The first drag of his tongue against your core pulled a sharp, involuntary sound from your throat.

Before the moan could fully escape, Minho leaned down and captured your mouth with his. His kiss was firmer than Jisung's had been earlier. Deeper, more insistent as he used his lips and tongue to muffle every sound trying to leave you. One of his hands stayed cupped against your jaw, keeping you in place while he kissed you thoroughly, swallowing the soft, broken noises that kept rising each time Jisung's mouth worked between your legs.

Jisung was unhurried but relentless. He licked slow, deliberate stripes through your folds before focusing on your clit, sucking gently at first and then with more pressure as your hips twitched under him. Every reaction he pulled from you only seemed to encourage him further, his hands tightening on your thighs to keep you spread open for his mouth.

Jisung clearly loved the way you reacted to him. After a while of devouring your clit, he finally pulled his mouth away, leaving you wet and aching. Instead of giving you any real break, he brought two fingers up and began slowly swirling them over your already overstimulated bud, rubbing tight, deliberate circles that made your thighs jump. A low, pleased sound left him as he watched your face.

Behind him, his tail swayed with open excitement, the tip curling and uncurling as he fed on the sharp spike of your sexual energy.

"You have the sweetest energy I've had in a while," Jisung murmured, golden eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "It's thick... rich. So addictive."

And before you could fully process the praise, his tail moved. The smooth, prehensile length slid between your legs and pressed against your entrance, slick from how wet you already were.

He let the tip tease you for a moment before pushing inside, the flexible thickness of his tail sinking into you with a slow, sinuous motion no ordinary cock could match. Once buried deep, it began to move in a way that felt almost alive, curling, pressing, and stroking against spots inside you that normal fingers or a regular length could never reach so precisely.

The sensation ripped a louder moan from your throat.

Minho, who had been keeping your mouth occupied, finally pulled back from the kiss just enough to let the sounds escape. His crimson eyes stayed locked on your face as you moaned and whined, clearly enjoying every broken noise Jisung was pulling out of you. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, still wet from their kissing, while he watched you fall apart between them.

Your hips lifted on their own, grinding up to meet the dual stimulation of Jisung's fingers on your clit and his tail working deep inside you. The more you moved, the richer your energy became, and both incubi reacted to it immediately. Jisung's tail curled harder against that sensitive spot inside you, and Minho's gaze darkened with open hunger, the two of them growing more intoxicated with every roll of your hips and every desperate sound you made.

Minho exhaled deeply, the sound low and strained as he clearly fought to keep himself in check. The amount of arousal rolling off you was thick enough that even he, usually the more composed of the two, was affected by it. Still, he didn't rush. Instead, he leaned in closer and began pressing soft, deliberate kisses along the side of your face, first against the shell of your ear, then your cheek, then lower to the sensitive skin of your neck.

"You're making us feel so good," he whispered against your skin, voice rough with restraint. "Feeding us this well... taking Jisung so prettily... You have no idea what you're doing to us."

Each quiet praise sank straight into you. The combination of his warm mouth on your neck and the intimate words he kept murmuring pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body reacted instantly, thighs trembling, breath catching until you clenched hard around the tail still buried inside you.

Jisung felt it immediately. A low, pleased sound left him as your walls clamped down around the flexible length. Rather than easing up, he doubled down. His fingers rubbed faster, tighter circles over your clit while his tail curled and thrust more insistently, pressing firmly against that deep, sensitive spot it had already found. The dual stimulation turned sharper, more relentless, clearly meant to drag you the rest of the way over.

"That's it," Jisung murmured from between your legs, golden eyes watching every reaction.

A broken cry left your throat as you came hard around Jisung's tail, your walls clamping down in tight, rhythmic pulses. Your hips jerked involuntarily, thighs shaking as the orgasm tore through you, sharp and overwhelming after how long they had been building it. Wetness spilled around the length still buried inside you, and your whole body arched between the two of them as the pleasure kept rolling in waves.

Neither of them pulled away. Jisung kept his tail moving through it, slower now, curling and pressing to draw the orgasm out as long as possible. His fingers eased off your clit just enough to avoid pushing you into pain, instead rubbing soft, steady circles that helped you ride every pulse. Golden eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching the way you fell apart for them.

"There we go," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Ride it out. Don't hold back."

Minho held you against his chest through it, one hand still cradling the side of your face while the other stroked along your stomach. He pressed another kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his voice low and coaxing against your skin.

"Let it go," he urged softly. "Give it to us."

They stayed right there with you as the climax stretched on, both of them feeding openly on the thick surge of sexual energy that poured off you. Jisung slowly withdrew his tail, the length slipping free as he eased his hands off your thighs. The thick haze of the orgasm still lingered, leaving your limbs heavy and your breathing uneven as you came down from the height they had pushed you to. Only when you seemed steady enough did Minho speak.

"Switch with me," he said to Jisung, voice low but clear with intent.

Jisung let out a quiet, amused sound and moved without argument. He shifted up the bed while Minho guided you onto your hands and knees. Large hands firm on your hips as he positioned you the way he wanted. Once you were on all fours, Minho settled behind you, the heat of his body pressing in close as his palms smoothed over the curve of your ass and down your thighs.

In front of you, Jisung made himself comfortable. He sat back against the headboard slightly, legs open, and reached out to tip your chin up so you were looking at him. His eyes were dark with renewed hunger as he took in the sight of you between them.

"Hm, we met again, Y/N," Jisung murmured, teasing, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Haa, such a pretty face you have."

Minho's hands tightened on your hips as he lined himself up from behind. The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, already slick from everything Jisung had done to you earlier. With one steady push, he sank into you, stretching you open around him until he was buried deep. A low, satisfied sound left him as he bottomed out, fingers digging into your flesh while he adjusted to the heat of your body.

In front of you, Jisung watched the way your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness. A slow grin spread across his face. "Look at that," he murmured. "Your mouth looks so lonely."

He shifted closer and guided the head of his cock to your lips. When you parted them, he pushed forward, sliding into the warm wetness of your mouth with a quiet groan. One hand settled in your hair, not forcing but holding, as he began to move in shallow thrusts that matched the rhythm Minho was setting behind you.

Minho started fucking you in earnest then—deep, deliberate strokes that rocked your body forward onto Jisung's cock with every thrust. The dual sensation left you trapped between them, filled from both ends as the two incubi used you exactly the way they wanted. Minho's hips met your ass with steady, heavy snaps, while Jisung kept your mouth occupied.

"Fuck—just like that," Minho muttered from behind, voice rough with pleasure. "Take it."

Jisung's fingers stroked through your hair, his own breathing growing heavier as he fucked your mouth. The wet sounds of both of them moving inside you filled the dimly lit dorm room, mixed with the low, hungry noises the two incubi made as they fed on every reaction they pulled from your body.

They fucked you in earnest, and neither of them could keep their hands still. Minho's grip on your waist tightened hard, fingers digging into your skin as he drove into you from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Every thrust pulled a fresh wave of sexual energy from your body, and the more he fed on it the rougher his hold became. His palms stayed locked around your waist like he needed the contact to ground himself, hips snapping forward with growing intensity as the dual pleasure of being buried inside you and drinking down your arousal clearly got to him. Low, rough groans left his throat with nearly every movement, the sound vibrating against your back whenever he leaned in closer.

In front of you, Jisung was just as restless. His left hand stayed fisted in your hair, holding your head in place as he fucked your mouth with steady, shallow thrusts. His right hand, however, refused to stay idle, sliding down to grope your breast, fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh in time with the way he moved between your lips. Every time you moaned around him, the vibration made his grip in your hair tighten and his hand on your chest grow bolder. Golden eyes stayed half-lidded with pleasure as he fed on both the wet heat of your mouth and the thick sexual energy pouring off you.

"Fuck..." Jisung groaned, the sound low and strained. His fingers flexed against your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as he continued using your mouth. "You feel so sooo good."

Even while using your mouth, Jisung's golden eyes flicked past you, and a low chuckle left him when he saw the other incubus's tail. The dark length had started to wiggle uncontrollably behind Minho, the tip twitching and curling with clear lack of restraint.

"Oh, Minho," Jisung said, voice rough with amusement and pleasure. "You're so near, aren't you? Your tail's wiggling so much. You do that whenever you're close." His fingers tightened slightly in your hair as he kept moving between your lips. "Come on. Give it to her. She deserves it."

Those words hit both of you at once. A broken groan tore from your throat around Jisung's cock at the same time Minho let out a deep, strained sound behind you. The dual reaction only pushed everything higher. Your walls clamped down hard around Minho's cock as the orgasm crashed through you, pulsing tightly around him while you came all over his length. The sudden pressure and the fresh surge of sexual energy ripped the last of Minho's control away.

He buried himself to the hilt and held there, relishing the tight, fluttering heat of your core for a few thick seconds before he followed you over. With a low, guttural groan, Minho came inside you, spilling deep as his fingers dug hard into your waist and his tail gave one last sharp twitch behind him.

The sight of you and Minho sharing an orgasm pushed Jisung past the point of restraint. He had been holding himself back until then, keeping his thrusts into your mouth relatively controlled, but watching the two of you come undone together made something in him snap. A low, rough moan left his throat as his hips began to move faster, the earlier gentleness forgotten. His grip in your hair tightened, holding your head steady while he fucked your mouth with quicker, deeper strokes, eyes locked on the way your lips stretched around him.

"Fuck— that's it. Take it," he groaned, voice turning more vocal with every movement. Another broken sound slipped out of him as the thick wave of your post-orgasm sexual energy wrapped around him, rich and overwhelming. It fed straight into his system and shoved him right to his limit.

Jisung's breathing turned sharp and uneven. His hips stuttered once, then twice, before he pushed deep and held there with a long, strained groan. He came hard down your throat, making sure you took every drop as the pulses kept coming. His hand stayed firm in your hair the entire time, keeping you in place until he had fully finished.

Only when the last of it was spent did he slowly pull out. The sudden absence made you cough and gasp for air, saliva and the taste of him still on your tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung stayed close, chest rising and falling heavily, golden eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at the mess he'd made of your mouth.

Breathing hard, Minho slowly pulled out of you. The sudden emptiness made your body go slack, and you dropped down onto the bed, completely tired and spent. Your limbs felt heavy, your skin still flushed and sensitive from everything they had put you through. For a moment the only sounds in the room were the three of you trying to catch your breath.

Minho sat back on his heels, wiping a hand over his face as he clearly felt the strain of remaining in the human realm. The pull of the demon realm was growing stronger now that your energy had been so thoroughly taken. After a few seconds, he glanced toward Jisung.

"I think I need to go back now."

Jisung's forehead creased immediately. "Already?" he asked, still slightly breathless. "Dining and dashing, are we?"

Minho shot him a flat look, though there was no real irritation behind it

"It's not that. She's already spent and drained after being used by two of us. I don't think her energy will suffice to keep both of us here anymore." He nodded toward Jisung. "Look. You're even starting to come see-through now."

Jisung glanced down at his own hands. Sure enough, the edges of his form had begun to flicker faintly, the solid shape of him growing slightly translucent around the margins. He clicked his tongue in mild annoyance but didn't argue.

"I'll let you handle her for now, since aftercare is what you're good for," Minho said to Jisung, his voice quieter now that the sharp edge of hunger had faded.

He leaned closer to you and pressed a soft kiss against your glistening cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle compared to how roughly he had used you earlier. His crimson eyes lingered on your face for a moment as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from your skin.

"Summon us again once you've recovered, yeah?" he murmured. "I'll wait for it."

With that, Minho finally pulled back. The air around him shimmered as his form began to dissolve, dark smoke curling around his shoulders and wings before he fully faded from the dorm room, leaving only the faint scent of something warm and otherworldly behind.

"God, I feel so full. I don't think I need to hunt for the next week," Jisung said the moment Minho fully disappeared.He wasted no time pulling you against his chest, guiding your spent body to rest on top of him. One arm wrapped securely around your back while the other stroked slowly up and down your spine. His skin was still warm, and the faint translucence around the edges of his form had mostly settled now that he was the only one left feeding on what little energy remained.

Your voice came out hoarse from all the moaning when you managed to ask him. "Are you okay?"

Jisung only chuckled, the sound low and soft against your hair. Although clearly you are the one should be asked that, he still answered.

"Of course I'm good. You gave us so much, human." His fingers kept moving gently along your back. "Minho might look dismissive, but he does like you a lot. To the point he's willing to go back first just so I could take care of you for a while."

After a few more moments of simply holding you, he carefully shifted and laid you down on your back. He propped himself up beside you.

"Here," he murmured. "I have a small gift for you."

He placed his hand flat against your lower abdomen. A mild, pleasant heat bloomed under his palm. Seconds later, a delicate mark etched itself into your skin—an elegant, dark tattoo-like symbol that settled just below your navel before the heat faded.

"There." Jisung brushed his thumb once over the new mark. "I think you know what that is, no? You can summon us again using that by channeling your energy, and we'll answer your call. That way you don't have to go through all the trouble of offerings and chanting a summoning circle. This will also protect you from any harm from other incubi that hunt. So you don't have to worry about that. And of course, only you could see it."

He pulled the blanket up over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before drawing you back against his chest. His hands moved slowly and carefully—stroking your hair, rubbing gentle circles along your arms, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead and temple. Whenever a residual tremor ran through your body, he only held you tighter and murmured quiet reassurances, letting you rest properly after everything the two of them had put you through.

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