My Friend's Midnight Massage

The storm clawed at the windows of Blackthorn Manor like a living thing, rain lashing the ancient stone in sheets that made the whole crumbling edifice groan. Elena paced the dusty library in her thin nightgown, the fabric clinging to her full tits and the soft curve of her ass every time lightning split the sky. Twenty-eight years old and freshly saddled with this rotting Gothic pile from her reclusive aunt, she had thought inviting Marcus for the night would keep the isolation from swallowing her whole. Her oldest friend—solid, dark-eyed, the kind of man who had always been just a little too careful around her—stood by the massive oak table, flipping through the leather-bound grimoire they had found behind a false panel.

“Jesus, El,” he muttered, voice rough over the thunder. “This shit is old. Look at these diagrams. Summoning rites. Incubi.” His finger traced a sigil inked in what looked suspiciously like dried blood. The air thickened, charged, as if the manor itself leaned in to listen.

Elena laughed, but it came out breathless. “My aunt was a nutter. Probably jerked off to this crap alone in the dark.” She moved closer, shoulder brushing his. The heat of him cut through the chill. For years she had buried the filthy thoughts—Marcus pinning her down, fucking her raw while something darker watched. She had never told him. He had never confessed the nights he stroked his cock imagining her dripping for some spectral bastard instead of him.

Midnight struck from the cracked grandfather clock in the hall. The candles guttered. A wind that had no business indoors snuffed half of them, and the shadows congealed into a tall, devilishly handsome shape. Lord Vesper stepped forward as if the darkness itself had birthed him—pale skin stretched over hard muscle, black hair falling past sharp cheekbones, eyes like polished onyx that glowed faintly. He was solid, touchable, cock already half-hard and thick against the fall of his antique breeches. The scent of him hit them both: ozone and old velvet and pure sex.

“At last,” Vesper purred, voice like smoke over gravel. “The little heiress and her loyal hound. I have watched you both for years through the veil—Elena fingering her cunt to thoughts of being split open by something not quite human, Marcus leaking into his fist while he pictured her screaming around a spectral cock. Delicious. Your lust has kept me fed even in death.”

Elena’s nipples tightened to aching peaks. Marcus’s breath stuttered. Neither of them stepped back. The incubus’s gaze raked them openly, appreciative, hungry.

“You… you were the former owner,” Elena whispered. Her pussy clenched, already slick. “Aunt’s journals mentioned a Lord Vesper who vanished.”

“I never left.” He circled them slowly, boots silent on the threadbare rug. “I simply waited for flesh that wanted me back. And you both do. Admit it.”

Marcus swallowed hard, but his cock was tenting his jeans obscenely. “Fuck. Yeah. I’ve jerked off thinking about some demon bastard using her while I watched. Or worse. Using me.” His voice dropped, raw. “El knows. We’ve never said it out loud, but—”

“I want it,” Elena cut in, cheeks flushed, thighs pressing together. “The darkness. You. Both of you. I’ve soaked so many sheets pretending a ghost was railing me while Marcus held me open.”

Vesper’s smile was pure sin. Candlelight flickered across the ridges of his abdomen, the heavy bulge of his cock now fully stiff and straining. He stopped in front of them, close enough that the cool of his body raised goosebumps.

“Then let us bargain, little mortals. One night of total surrender. Your bodies, your holes, your screams—mine to orchestrate. In exchange I give you pleasure that will ruin you for anything ordinary. Binding. Once accepted, you do not leave this manor until dawn without my leave. Do you consent?”

Elena and Marcus locked eyes. Heat cracked between them like the lightning outside. Years of polite friendship burned away in that single glance. She nodded once, fierce. He did the same.

“We accept,” they said together.

Vesper’s cool fingers traced the frantic pulse in Elena’s throat, then lower, dipping into the neckline of her nightgown to roll one stiff nipple. She moaned, arching into the touch. At the same moment Marcus dropped to his knees like a man starved, hands already working open the incubus’s breeches. Vesper’s cock sprang free—long, thick, veined, the head flushed dark and already beading clear fluid that smelled of spice and power. Marcus groaned and wrapped his lips around it without hesitation, tongue swirling, taking him deep until his throat bulged.

“Fuck, yes,” Vesper hissed, hips rolling lazily. “Suck your new master’s cock, boy. Show her how filthy you really are.” His free hand fisted in Marcus’s hair while the other kept tormenting Elena’s tits, pinching, tugging, then sliding down to cup her soaked cunt through the thin cotton. “Already dripping. Good girl. You’ve wanted a ghost’s fingers in this pretty pussy for so long.”

Elena whimpered, grinding against his palm. “Please—Marcus looks so fucking hot choking on you. I need—”

“You need whatever I give.” Vesper shoved two cool fingers past her panties and straight into her clenching heat. She cried out, walls fluttering. Marcus pulled off the incubus’s cock with a filthy wet sound, spit stringing from his lips to the glistening shaft, and looked up at Elena with blown pupils.

“Taste him,” Marcus rasped, then dove back down, sucking harder, one hand cupping Vesper’s heavy balls. Elena leaned in and licked a stripe up the side of the shaft alongside Marcus’s mouth. Their tongues met around the thick meat, sharing the slick, otherworldly taste. Vesper’s laugh was dark velvet.

“Greedy little cunts. Both of you.” He fucked into their combined mouths in slow, deep strokes, fingers still pumping Elena’s pussy, thumb circling her clit. Thunder rolled. The remaining candles threw wild shadows of the three of them across the bookshelves—Elena’s nightgown rucked up around her waist, Marcus on his knees worshipping, Vesper pale and perfect and utterly in control.

Elena’s orgasm built fast, shameful and perfect. She came with a broken moan around the head of Vesper’s cock, juices soaking his hand. Marcus groaned in answer, free hand now fretting open his own jeans to fist his leaking dick. Vesper pulled free of their mouths with a wet pop, cock bobbing, shiny with spit.

“Not yet,” the incubus ordered, voice thick. “On the table. Both of you. I want her bent over so you can eat that creamy cunt while I feed you my cock again. And Elena—your friend’s ass is next. I can smell how much he wants something thick splitting him open while he fucks you.”

Marcus’s eyes went wide with raw want. Elena’s pussy clenched around nothing. They scrambled to obey, the storm howling approval outside, the bargain sealing tighter with every eager breath. Vesper’s shadow stretched long and possessive over them both as he stalked forward, cock in hand, ready to claim every inch of the night still left to burn.

They never made it to the table. Vesper’s cool hand closed around Elena’s wrist and Marcus’s nape at the same moment, yanking them upright as if they weighed nothing. The library dissolved into a rush of cold air and candle-smoke; when Elena’s bare feet next touched floorboards they were thick Persian rugs, and the massive four-poster bed of the master suite loomed ahead, its black posts carved with writhing demons, its canopy half-rotted velvet. Dozens of black candles already burned in a perfect ring around the mattress, wax dripping in thick white tears down iron stands. The storm battered the tall mullioned windows, but inside the air was thick with ozone and want.

“On the bed,” Vesper ordered, voice velvet over steel. “Clothes off. Now.”

Nightgown and jeans hit the floor in frantic heaps. Elena’s full tits swayed as she climbed onto the high mattress; Marcus’s thick cock slapped his stomach, shiny at the tip. Vesper shed the last of his antique clothes with a shrug that left him naked and glorious—pale, ridged muscle, that enormous cock jutting heavy and veined, the head dark and leaking spectral precum that glowed faintly silver. He stretched out on his back amid the melting candles, black hair fanned across silk pillows, and crooked a finger.

“Ride me, heiress. Reverse. I want your tight cunt stretched on every inch while your friend uses my throat like a fuckhole.”

Elena’s pussy clenched hard. She swung a leg over his hips, facing his feet, and reached back to notch the fat head against her dripping entrance. The cool thickness breached her in one relentless slide; she sank down with a guttural cry, walls fluttering wildly around the impossible girth. Inch after thick inch forced her open until her ass met his hips and she was speared completely, stuffed fuller than anything mortal. “Fuck—so deep—”

Marcus scrambled onto the bed on his knees, already fisting his cock. He straddled Vesper’s face without being told. The incubus opened his mouth eagerly, tongue out, eyes gleaming. Marcus shoved in to the root in one brutal thrust; Vesper’s throat bulged obscenely around the human cock, cool lips stretched wide, no gag reflex left in death. Marcus groaned like a dying man and started fucking that willing mouth in deep, wet strokes, balls slapping the sharp chin.

Elena rode. She bounced hard, reverse-cowgirl style, tits bouncing, ass flexing as she rose and slammed back down on the demonic shaft that split her open. Every descent punched a wet squelch from her cunt; every rise left the veined monster glistening with her cream. Vesper’s hands gripped her hips, guiding the pace into something punishing, using her like a sleeve while Marcus plundered his throat. Spit and spectral precum slicked Marcus’s shaft; he stared down at the way Vesper’s onyx eyes watered with pure lust, then looked past to Elena’s stretched pink hole swallowing cock.

“Look at you taking him,” Marcus rasped between thrusts. “Your pussy’s wrecked already. Gonna come all over that ghost dick while I face-fuck him?”

“Yes—God, yes—” Elena’s voice cracked. She reached back to spread her own cheeks wider, giving Vesper a filthy view of where they joined. The candles hissed and dripped. Thunder rolled. Pleasure coiled vicious and bright; she slammed down harder, grinding her clit against the cool base of him, and came with a scream that echoed off the stone walls, juices flooding down Vesper’s balls in messy rivulets.

Vesper surged up the second her cunt stopped spasming. He dumped Marcus sideways, flipped Elena onto her stomach at the edge of the mattress, and shoved Marcus down beside her so the two humans were bent over the bed side-by-side, asses high, legs spread. Elena’s dripping pussy and Marcus’s tight virgin hole lined up like twin offerings. Vesper’s cock—still slick with her release—tapped first one, then the other.

“Both of you,” he growled. “I’m taking everything.”

He slammed into Elena first. The brutal stroke drove her forward with a broken moan; she clawed at the sheets while he pounded three vicious thrusts into her creamy cunt, balls slapping wetly. Then he pulled free with a filthy pop and lined up with Marcus’s ass. No prep beyond spit and power—he shoved the fat head against the tight ring and pushed. Marcus shouted, half pain, half ecstasy, as the enormous length forced him open, stretching his hole white around the invading cock until Vesper bottomed out balls-deep in virgin heat.

“Fuck—El—he’s splitting me—” Marcus’s voice was wrecked.

“Take it,” Elena panted, reaching over to lace their fingers. “You wanted this. We both did.”

Vesper fucked them in alternating, brutal strokes. One, two, three deep plunges into Elena’s greedy pussy, then out and straight into Marcus’s clenching ass, using their combined slickness as lube. He switched without mercy or pause, hips snapping, pale body gleaming with candlelight and sweat that wasn’t quite human. Elena’s tits mashed into the mattress; Marcus’s cock leaked steadily onto the sheets. Every switch made them both cry out—Elena from the sudden emptiness then the reaming fullness, Marcus from the burning stretch that melted into pure filthy pleasure. Vesper’s laugh was dark and delighted.

“Such perfect holes. My little mortals. Going to ruin you both for anything else.”

He pulled free of Marcus’s ass one last time, spun Elena onto her back at the edge, and thrust back into her cunt in one smooth motion. Then he dragged Marcus up by the hair until the man straddled Elena’s face, cock bobbing. “Spit-roast. Now. Feed her that dick while I breed this cunt.”

Marcus obeyed with a groan of pure hunger. He pushed his wet cock past Elena’s lips just as Vesper began to pound her in earnest. Elena opened wide, throat relaxing, and took her friend deep while the incubus’s enormous shaft wrecked her pussy from below. The double invasion made her eyes roll; every brutal thrust from Vesper shoved her farther onto Marcus’s cock until her nose pressed to his pubic hair and spit ran down her chin. Marcus fucked her mouth in shallow, desperate strokes, watching Vesper’s pale hips slap against her thighs, watching that thick ghost cock disappear into her stretched pink cunt over and over.

The ring of black candles guttered wildly. Wax melted and hissed. Vesper reached between their bodies to rub Elena’s swollen clit in tight circles while his other hand stroked Marcus’s spit-slick shaft where it pistoned into her throat. “Come for me. Both of you. Scream it.”

Elena shattered first. Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning—cunt convulsing hard around Vesper’s cock, throat spasming around Marcus. She screamed around the meat filling her mouth, juices squirting messily. The clench triggered Vesper; he buried himself to the hilt and roared, flooding her with thick, cool ropes of spectral cum that glowed silver as it overflowed her stuffed hole and ran down her ass. Marcus lasted three more thrusts into her spasming throat before he came with a broken shout, pumping hot pulses of cum straight down her gullet. Elena swallowed greedily, moaning, until he pulled free and painted her tits with the last spurts.

They collapsed in a tangled heap of limbs and sweat and glowing seed. Vesper stayed buried inside Elena a moment longer, grinding lazily, before he finally slipped free with a wet sound. Spectral cum leaked from her used pussy in luminous rivulets.

Gray light crept through the windows. Dawn. Vesper’s form flickered at the edges, already growing translucent. He leaned over them both, cool fingers tracing just above each racing heart. Where he touched, glowing sigils bloomed—intricate demonic seals that burned cold and permanent into their skin, pulsing once with shared power.

“Every full moon,” he murmured, voice fading like smoke. “I return. You will summon. You will open. And I will take what is mine.”

His body dissolved into shadow and scent, leaving only the lingering coolness of his cum cooling on their skin. Elena and Marcus lay tangled on the ruined sheets, laughing breathlessly, covered in the mess of three orgasms, the sigils still faintly luminous above their hearts. Elena’s fingers traced the mark on Marcus’s chest; his hand cupped the matching one on hers. Outside, the storm had broken into pale morning quiet.

Marcus nuzzled her temple, voice low and filthy with leftover lust. “Next full moon we should try binding him to the bedposts first—think he’ll let us take turns sitting on that demon cock while the other rides his face?”