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A Paler Shade of Green	By : Rina76 Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3532 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
A/N: Hi Kuragari! Thank you so much for your review. Going by what you said, you might be a little disappointed in Lorne here...but please, please don't give up on him yet!
Warnings: Graphic M/M/M threeway sex, including twincest and hermaphrodite (boy with female sex organs). Some of you will love this; some will hate it. Read at your own risk!
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Part 7.
“We can see you thinking about leaving. Stop it,” the muscular Ho’kio twin orders in a voice of authority as Lorne’s eyes keep darting towards the dressing room door. “You’re not going anywhere until we’re finished with you.”
“Come on, guys. Quit messing around. I really gotta go home now,” Lorne tries to protest, attempting to wriggle free and slip away from the pair of long-haired demons holding him captive, however the bulkier brother isn’t letting him budge, one strong white hand slamming Lorne’s body harder against the wall. Lorne gasps, but it’s not a gasp of pain, rather a sound of involuntary exhilaration. He’s actually getting excited by the aggressiveness being shown towards him, which is unwanted but not surprising since he enjoys sex both ways, whether he’s on the top or bottom. He’s totally interchangeable and being manhandled so dominantly makes him go all weak at the knees, even though he knows he shouldn’t respond this way. But after a full night of mentally-draining clairvoyant work and playing the enthusiastic showman on stage, he’s damn near exhausted and it would be so nice to forget everything that troubles him and let someone else take charge.
Or two someone elses.
But…what about Kylar…?
“We said stop thinking,” the girlish twin echoes, using a tone of silkiness to persuade Lorne instead of brute bossiness. “Just relax and let us take care of you. Let us please you. It’s what we were born to do.”
Pressing him against the club’s dressing room wall, entrapping the empathic male from both sides, the pale-skinned Ho’kios determinedly continue their seduction, the slimmer one pulling Lorne’s silver cravat free and dropping it to the floor, then unbuttoning the front of his pastel purple shirt. The effeminate demon has long ebony nails while the more masculine male’s are short and blunt, and together they lightly rake these across Lorne’s nude torso and belly, raising his dappled green skin in chill-bumps and making his flat nipples contract.
“Oh God,” Lorne unsteadily breathes, already incredibly turned-on, and they haven’t even gone anywhere near his cock yet. But they don’t need to; it’s as stiff as a shot of straight bourbon already. It takes all his willpower not to press it against the pretty one’s slim thigh. Stripes of skin are revealed through the slits in the pants that the demon is wearing, if they could actually be called pants. They look more like black leather ribbons wound up the creature’s long, leanly-muscled legs. Lorne clenches his hands by his sides, stopping himself from reaching out to those tantalising strips of soft white flesh.
As they touch him, stroking lightly across his exposed stomach and chest, the twins are staring at Lorne, shrewdly noting every expression that crosses his face and watching as his morally-upstanding resolve crumbles bit by bit under their skilled caresses. Lorne wants to look away but those mirror-image gazes have him almost hypnotised. A lot of black-eyed demons have eyes that are flat and dead which gives the eerie impression of staring into dark empty holes but this couple are different. Now that Lorne is so close to them, he can clearly see that their irises are multi-faceted, patterned to reflect light similar to the angles of a diamond. It makes their eyes sparkle and glitter like black jewels and is quite captivating.
“Do you think we’re attractive, Lorne?” The pretty one questions innocently with a bat of feathery lashes, already knowing the answer to that. “Do you think we’re beautiful?”
“No,” Lorne feebly replies, even hearing the lie in his own voice.

The twins look to each other and laugh at him, but not meanly. Rather, they seem pleased by his attempt to fib because what it really reveals is just how much he is attracted to them. These boys are only young, no more than spawn just out of adolescence, possibly twenty or so in human years but they act with complete self-assured adultness, convinced that their dark brand of beauty is irresistible and that they can have just about anyone or anything they set their sights on. The bigger Ho’kio brings his lips to Lorne’s ear, speaking lowly and confidently.
“We are going to mate with you, Host,” he states, his palm sliding down Lorne’s stomach to grope at the crotch of his suit-trousers, cupping the singing demon’s dick and balls in one hand. Again, Lorne gasps, hips instinctively pressing forward.
“And you are going to let us.”
“I-I shouldn’t….” Lorne stammers, shaking his head as if trying to dispel the sudden dizzying lust clouding his thoughts.
“You should,” the prettier brother suggests in his other ear, giving it a quick, delicate lick. “And you will.”
“You don’t have the energy to fight both of us,” the bulkier twin points out. “But we can tell you don’t really want to do that anyway.”
“Yes, we know exactly what you want.” With the flat of his tongue, the womanly one licks a burning line up Lorne’s left horn, teasingly, as if licking the underside of an erection. “This.”
Lorne shudders at the tremendously erotic sensation, all the tiny hairs standing up on the nape of his neck.
“Oh God,” he says again, but this time is sounds more like a groan of defeat. He nobly tries to resist the twins but with both of them working on him at once, one hand firmly kneading his groin and three others wandering all over his naked torso, two stunning bodies pressing against him in an enticing mixture of softness and strength, it’s just too hard. Literally. Lorne’s brain might not want this to happen but his cock certainly does. It’s aching, pulsing in his pants like it has a mind of its own, eager to get out and join the threesome. Being rubbed in the shower is not enough for it anymore. It wants to be licked and sucked on and encased in the sleek, hot flesh of another living being, all the things Lorne can’t provide by himself. Feeling himself beginning to give up, the scarlet-eyed Pylean drops his head back against the wall, swearing under his breath.
The twins grin in triumph, knowing that they’re winning. Eager to taste the handsome club owner they’ve eyeing off all night, they let their tongues come out to full length, like snakes emerging from a burrow, the tall brothers licking at Lorne’s chin and jaw without even breaking eye contact with him, watching his face as it tightens in anticipation. Those tongues might look reptilian but they are not cold or creepy in the slightest. They feel warm, wet and strangely alive. Lorne arches his neck to give them more access, two identical appendages sliding slickly over his throat and collarbones like black tentacles, down towards his chest. After deftly spreading his shirt open, the other males lick him there, tracing over spots and freckles, swirling around one nipple, and then the other, leaving his patterned green skin damp and glistening with their saliva. The one with the tongue-stud uses the round item of jewellery to stimulate Lorne’s nipples even further, making them pebble into peaks.
A moan spills out of Lorne’s over-used throat, husky, hoarse and full of hunger. He may as well be on his knees waving a white flag; he’s completely given up and submitted now.
“Oh, what the hell. Take me, guys,” he mutters recklessly, too tired of fighting his own body’s needs. “Do whatever you want to me. Wear me out so much that I won’t even want to think about sex for a month.”
As if that’s exactly what they’d been waiting for, the Ho’kios retract their freakish tongues and turn to smile sinfully at each other, their sharpened canines gleaming in the light, the tips of their pointy ears peeking through strands of crow-black hair.
“We can do that. And much, much more. Now, sit,” they instruct Lorne, turning him around and pushing him back onto the couch. “Watch us.”
“Okey dokey,” the Empath comments distractedly, wondering what the devious twins are going to do now. Suddenly, he’s not tired anymore, all his senses coming back to life, nerves buzzing with expectation. To his thrill, the brothers begin to undress, not that they’re wearing a lot to start with. Their outfits are mainly made up of strategically-placed strips of leather and the two long-haired demons slowly unwind these strips from each other’s lithe bodies, as if unwrapping bandages, revealing one pair of strong arms and a pair of slim ones, one wide muscular chest and one flatter, narrower one, each adorned with pale-grey nipples, peaked with eagerness. The young males purposefully pinch those hard little nubs as they are revealed, baring their fangs at one another and making soft serpent-hisses, glancing sideways at Lorne to make sure he’s watching the display.
He certainly is. The red-eyed Pylean couldn’t even look away now if he tried. Normally, it’s him that’s the performer so this is a nice change. He’s never been given such a sexy show before and certainly never a double strip-tease.
The brothers unwrap the parts of their outfits that cover their bellies, hips and groins, exposing one solid stomach with a full set of six-pack abs and one softer, smoother one. Since they squirmed out of a single jelly-sac birthed by their mother, they don’t have belly buttons but they do have very human-looking penises, greyish in colour with darker tips, both with trimmed tufts of black fur above. They are hard already. The one belonging to the more macho male is large and has a meaty thickness to it – definitely a powerful weapon and one that Lorne would love to get hammered by. The slimmer brother’s organ is smaller than his twin’s but no less attractive. The span and breadth of it are in ideal proportions; not too tiny, not too big, just enough to fit perfectly in Lorne’s mouth, should he get that opportunity. The demons turn and proudly show Lorne their male endowments, smirking as he licks his lips in clear approval.
Seeing two delicious dicks swinging in front of him, Lorne almost can’t believe he’s going to get real sex tonight, instead of just using his hand. It’s been so long since he’s been with anyone. There were a few lovely senoritas back on Pylea that liked to flirt with him but they never gave him any sexual favours, saving those for the battle-hardened warriors instead. It’s all about the warriors there. They’re like the high school jocks of his world. Guys like Lorne are never the centre of attention, except for all the wrong reasons. Here in LA, he’s gotten more positive interest, occasionally having ladies follow him back to his room after a gig, practically throwing themselves at him in drunken haste. A couple of men too. Those backstage encounters were fun but he couldn’t help getting the feeling they just wanted to see what a demon’s dong looks like. Not that different to a human’s, by the way. Just greener.
The great thing about sleeping with creatures from other dimensions is that they’re used to unusual colours, weird lumps, ridges, spikes and other assorted extra accessories that regular Americans don’t have. When you get naked with another demon, there’s always some kind of strange surprise waiting to pop out, but they’re not always bad surprises.
As far as these Ho’kio twins go, they’re actually very humanoid in appearance, despite their completely black eyes and death-white skin. They are warm-blooded and they have beating hearts in their chests. Their flesh is sleek and smooth with no scales, growths or knobs, and they don’t have tails or horns or needle-like spines anywhere on their bodies. Their ears are pointed at the tops and their canine teeth are sharp as well, almost like vampires, but their most demonic features are their long, dark, serpentine tongues. They are incredibly agile, flexible and useful, practically like another limb. Right now they have extended them towards each other and the tips are languidly playing together as the two related males finish undressing, unwinding the last few strips of leather from around their calves and ankles and slipping their buckled boots off.
Now completely naked, the smaller male caresses his brother’s dick, a ladylike hand stroking along the large veined shaft as they lean in for a kiss, two slick black tongues entwining like mating vipers. The bigger one pulls his twin closer by the hips, pressing their cocks together, the two of them slowly grinding in unison much like they did on the dance floor, only without any clothing to separate them. As they make sensually undulating flesh-to-flesh contact, the raven-haired siblings stare into each other’s ebony eyes, both demons giving similar low-pitched, purring sounds of enticement, similar to the chesty rumbling of big cats. The way they interact is mesmerizing. It’s obvious that they they’ve done this many times already and that they still excite each other. They excite Lorne too. He’s never been with twins before. The idea of two blood relatives – two brothers - getting off together is wrong and bad and dirty but that’s what makes it so unbelievably hot. That and the fact that they don’t give a shit what anyone thinks of their incestuous relationship. They love to pleasure each other and they love people to watch. It’s amazing how openly debauched and devilish they are. Fortunately, Lorne is a bit of a devil too, if the horn straining against his zipper is any indication.
Finished with their exhibitionistic foreplay, the siblings stroll naked over to the couch, each sitting either side of Lorne. Together, they strip away Lorne’s shirt and then get to work on his trousers, unzipping and pulling them off along with his Italian leather shoes, socks and underwear, letting his green erection spring forth. It’s not what Lorne would call ‘impressive’ and measures about average in size but he’s had no complaints before. It works fine, it stays hard and it’s pleasant to look at. The tip is a rich cranberry colour, clear droplets already coating it and making the glossy flesh gleam. There are a few darker freckles sprinkled along the underside as decoration. The slender Ho’kio exclaims in delight at the sight, bending down to take hold of the jutting length between Lorne’s thighs, licking the head of it before eagerly closing his mouth over it like a lollypop. Lorne inhales a fast breath at the moist heat sinking onto his rod, inch by inch. He feels the metal tongue-stud grazing down the underneath of his shaft - small, round and erotically stimulating. He feels the creature swallowing around him with a velvet-lined throat, taking him further and further in. Soon, his entire dick is easily enveloped, right down to the base, the end of a girlish nose buried in his brown pubic thatch.
With both hands, the bigger brother gathers up his twin’s raven hair and holds it out of the way so he and Lorne can clearly see what is happening down there. The pointy-eared seducer bent over Lorne’s lap sucks in his cheeks and pulls, slowly sliding his black lips upwards along the engulfed organ, reaching the top and then greedily gulping it all down again, careful not to let those sharp canine teeth scratch or cut Lorne’s sensitive skin. Mouth, tongue and throat work in synchronization to suck, stroke and swallow every centimetre of the Empath’s solid sex, working it from root to tip. Lorne can’t stop himself from groaning in open admiration; the hot little hussy really was born to do this.
“Fuck, baby…your mouth is fantastic,” he mutters, lifting his pelvis up off the couch in encouragement. The ebony-eyed male at the end of the praise hums appreciatively around Lorne’s hardened cock, both of them enjoying the deep-throated act. Beside them, the more masculine twin watches like a silent voyeur as his pretty brother does what he’s so very good at, each slide of his skilful mouth drawing helpless moans out of Lorne’s larynx, the musical male getting nearer and nearer to climax. The ring in the kneeling creature’s tongue adds even more sparks of sensuality to the experience for Lorne, the little steel bead sliding stimulatingly around his throbbing flesh. His hands have separated and wandered off on their own accord, one gripping the stronger brother’s muscled thigh and the other exploring the warm smoothness of the second twin’s white shoulder and elegantly arched back. It’s like touching the powdery petals of a funeral lily.
“I’m going to come soon,” he breathlessly warns the sucking Ho’kio, feeling the familiar tingling as his full sack tightens in preparation. With a final slurp, the effeminate demon relinquishes Lorne’s dick and sits back, allowing his sibling to take over and finish Lorne off. The bigger male grasps the saliva-slick flesh in his fist, jerking Lorne with a firm, steady grip until the red-eyed Empath is gasping and squirting streams of creamy jism across his own stomach and the other demon’s pumping hand. Immediately, the pretty twin descends upon him to ravenously lick it all up, a darting tongue lapping over his belly and the still-oozing end of his prick. Any that gets missed, the twin’s buff brother cleans up, the two of them licking each other’s mouths and cooing about how good Lorne tastes.
While Lorne’s head is still spinning with the intensity of his orgasm, the black-lipped brunette beside him sits sideways on the couch, draping a pair of svelte, model-like legs over his lap.
“Lorne, look what I have for you,” the young male entices, spreading his moonlight-pale thighs. “Look.”
Lorne’s eyes widen as he sees a small, perfect pussy, hidden under the base of the Ho’kio’s cock. A lot of demons are hermaphrodites, especially beautifully ambiguous ones like this. Rather than shock him or turn him off, Lorne is even more aroused, especially when he notices how wet the creature is between the legs. Its secret sex is smooth and shaven, the neat female folds light grey with black inner lips, unfurled and moistened with an excess of clear natural lubrication. It glistens, like a dewy Gothic orchid.
“Isn’t it pretty?”
Staring in fascination, Lorne swallows. “Yeah. Yeah, it sure is.”
“Wanna lick it?” the womanly twin invites, dipping a fingertip into its own juices and sucking them off, dark gaze daring Lorne to accept the challenge. “I can lick myself but it’s so much nicer when someone else does it for me.”
Lorne raises a hairless brow. With the length of those tongues, he does not doubt that the dual-sexed demon can accomplish what it says.
“Do it,” the bigger Ho’kio bosses, gripping the back of Lorne’s neck and beginning to push him down. Lorne decides to follow the order, not that it was a tough choice or anything. He loves eating pussy, no matter what colour it is or who it belongs to. Settling on the lounge between the creature’s long legs, Lorne slips his hands under his/her thighs, studying the intriguing anatomy in front of him. That musky perfume he can smell in the room seems to be emanating mainly from here. There are outer lips and inner ones but no clitoris, because that’s where the penis emerges from. Despite its comparative smallness when measured up to to the other brother’s mighty piece of equipment, it’s still one succulent-looking dick, pale slate in appearance and shaped to perfection with a fine network of silvery veins and a divine, bell-shaped tip. Deciding to sample that first, Lorne drags his tongue up the underside of that charming cock, feeling it twitch beneath him. He briefly swirls around the end and then sucks the whole lot into his mouth, relishing the slight saltiness of the ash-grey length before the impatient hermaphrodite tugs at his hair, wanting his face down lower.
“Not there. Keep going down.”
Reluctantly releasing that tasty morsel of hard flesh, Lorne obeys, lowering his head and angling his neck to reach the softer, more delicately-designed tissue beneath. Tracing the outer parts with his tongue-tip first, he then dips into the centre of that floral elegance, discovering a fount of sweetness unlike anything he’s sampled before. It’s like honey, sucrose or glycerine, only much more concentrated, yet not in a sickly or sticky way. It is light in texture and has a faint, fruity taste of papaya, making it seem even more exotic and luscious. Giving a groan of thirst, Lorne plunges in further with his tongue, trying to get more of that deliciousness. He sucks at that pretty pussy, eating it like a starving man. The Ho’kio moans, more of a high-pitched trilling alien sound, but the look on its face is definitely a moaning look. It reaches climax quickly, shuddering beneath Lorne’s mouth.
He pulls back to observe the event, curious to see how the androgynous twin orgasms and through which organ it will happen. As he watches, the demon’s inner pelvic muscles clench and contract, causing a trickle of syrupy fluid to drip forth from its feminine parts like nectar out of a flower, running down over a second, smaller opening. The sight of that girl-come is so delicious Lorne has to taste it all over again. He lifts the light figure up off the couch by the hips and buries his head between its spread, twitching thighs so he can lap the honeyed trail away, tasting that alluring little black hole while he’s down there too. When Lorne probes into that tiny nether entrance and proceeds to tongue-fuck it in precise jabs, another orgasm quakes through the effeminate body and more syrup trickles out from above, leaving the Ho’kio’s penis as hard as ever. It’s leaking from the charcoal-coloured slitted end, but the creature holds onto its male seed, presumably saving that for the final finish. Its testicular organs would be on the inside, neatly tucked away so as not to distract from that sweet, shaved kitty.
“That was very nice, Host. Your mouth is fantastic too,” the Ho’kio sighs and stretches sinuously on the couch like a lazy feline, wallowing in the joy of afterglow. His face smeared with the creature’s colourless musk, Lorne sits up and turns around to find the bigger brother staring at him with those glittering jet-black eyes, stony-faced and silent.
“Uh…hi there,” Lorne says with a nervous laugh, wondering what the other male is thinking and hoping he’s not jealous or anything. The second demon just stares at him, not saying a word. With frightening speed he moves, grabbing Lorne by the throat and leaning in really close so their faces almost touch, his upper lip lifting to show a pair of menacing white fangs. Alarmed, Lorne sits absolutely still, not even daring to blink or breathe. Though the Ho’kio isn’t squeezing his neck and doesn’t appear to want to kill him, he’s still kind of scary and intimidating. Okay, kind of a lot. With those vamp-like teeth and all those rock-hard muscles, Lorne would have no chance of fighting against the guy whatsoever and would just end up dead. But instead of being attacked the dominant demon simply sniffs him, smelling his twin’s sex-essence clinging to Lorne’s mouth and chin, drawn by the bewitching scent. He begins to lick it off, like a dog licking ice-cream from its master’s face. Relieved, Lorne starts breathing again, the Ho’kio’s tongue warm and wet on his skin.
“Sweetest thing you ever tasted, isn’t it?” The long-haired demon asks, his black lips brushing against Lorne’s in an intimate way.
“Oh, absolutely…” Lorne murmurs with half-closed eyes, waiting for the rough kiss he’s sure is coming. But after another savouring sniff, the muscular twin pulls away and releases him. Lorne barely has time to gulp with disappointment before the prettier Ho’kio focuses on him again, pressing Lorne onto his back and climbing onto him in reverse, so that he/she can bend down and tend to Lorne’s newly-stiffened dick while giving him a close-up view of that firm bottom and delectable boy-pussy. Ink-black hair falls forwards and brushes over his thighs like swaths of dyed silk, soft and sensuous. The demon casually flicks it out of the way, revealing one pointed ear. That snake-like tongue emerges from the twin’s mouth, spiralling all the way around Lorne’s eager shaft, just like in his shower fantasy. The Pylean performer groans as he gets orally pleased for the second time, which is more than he usually receives in any one night stand. The hermaphrodite’s own erect member hangs down to touch Lorne’s chest, smearing pre-come onto the other man’s green speckled skin. The scent of musk is strong and intoxicatingly affecting. Unable to just look at what’s right in front of his face, Lorne cups an ass-cheek and slides two fingers into the sexy creature’s orchid-like wetness, working them in and out. It’s scorching and steamy on the inside, like a blackberry pie just out of the oven. Pressing deeper and deeper, he searches for a female G-spot, his fingers coated in slippery secretions. Eventually, the beautiful Ho’kio lifts its head, panting in shallow gasps.
“Inside,” it urges Lorne, scrambling on hands and knees in a submissive, spread-legged position and grabbing at Lorne’s arm to pull him closer. “Want you inside.”
Getting up and kneeling behind the urgently waiting femme-demon on the couch, Lorne turns to the other brother and asks hesitantly, “I won’t get him…her… pregnant, will I?”
“No. It’s not breeding season yet,” the second twin assures. “Besides, we only breed with our own kind. However, we can rut with anyone else we like.”
“And we like you, Lorne,” the pretty one says, looking over a shoulder with lust in its midnight eyes. “Do you like us? Do we turn you on?”
As these lusty creatures gaze at him in expectation, Lorne suddenly realises something. He can say and do things to these guys that he would never say or do to Kylar. He doesn’t have to worry about hurting them, upsetting them or offending them because they don’t care. They just want to fuck.
And that’s precisely what he wants too.
Clearing his mind of the trusting teenage boy back at the hotel, Lorne instead fixes his focus on the two sexually-demanding demons here with him now, intent on showing them that he can be just as perverted and raunchy as they are.
“Does this answer your question?” he returns in a near-growl, plunging his rigid cock into that eager, dripping honey-pot. It’s hotly scalding and soaking wet. After about ten thrusts, the gender-bending creature comes for the third time, emitting a shrill wailing noise. Having both male and female organs means that it can probably climax as many times as it desires so Lorne doesn’t stop; he just keeps on fucking, showing this slim-hipped lady-boy what a real man can do. The beefier brother is crouched nearby, watching his twin get taken on the couch, fisting his own largely engorged member and rolling a weighty pair of balls in his other hand. Momentarily distracted, Lorne stops to stare at him and his amazing body. He really is a magnificent specimen. The demon’s hair drapes over his wide shoulders and down his broad back like a shadowy veil, inky forehead markings offsetting the pale perfection of his complexion. His jaw is like carved marble and emphasises the fullness of his masculine mouth. His eyes burn like black fire as he looks back at Lorne’s trim figure, both of them assessing and appreciating each other’s very different male beauty. With his bright scarlet gaze, russet horns and green patterned flesh, Lorne seems just as interesting and attractive to the Ho’kio as the pale-skinned Ho’kio does to Lorne.
Sick of being ignored, if only for a few seconds, the third demon shifts an arm and Lorne glances down to see the hermaphrodite reaching around and fingering itself, one long-nailed tip delving in and out of its own rear entrance.
“That’s what you want, huh?” Lorne guesses, rubbing his glistening red cock-head teasingly against that closed black pucker. “You want it in here?”
“Yessss,” the demon hisses, pushing back against him. “Put it in, Host.”
“Say please.”
At the taunting, the Ho’kio hisses again. “Pleassse!”
A sadistic smirk on his lips, Lorne pushes inside the tight tunnel and is gratified to feel the highly-responsive creature writhe in yet another orgasmic spasm.
“Shit, you come so easily…” Lorne taunts the demon further by withdrawing fully and entering it again, but only shallowly, just using his dick-tip to tease it with, popping it in and out of that stretchy ring of nerves. “Mmm…You like that, you dirty little whore?”
“Yes. Oh, yes… Give me more of that gorgeous green cock. Fill me up,” the sexually-indeterminate being begs as Lorne drives all the way in and begins to roughly screw him. Her. It. Whatever. Lorne doesn’t care; all he knows is that the squirming, shuddering, insatiable thing bent over before him feels awesome and he wants to fuck it in every way possible.
“Yeah,” the bulkier brother drawls in voyeuristic approval. “Shove it right in there. The bitch likes it hard.”
Lorne is already doing that, screwing that fine ass with slapping thrusts, his nuts banging against a sopping slit underneath. He takes out all his built-up frustrations on the girly demon while the other brother watches and they both let him be as nasty and violent as he wants. They both appear to get off on it, the bigger one in simmering dark-eyed silence and the smaller one much more vocally, expressing its carnal enjoyment with all kinds of interesting noises that humans are unable to make. Some of the sounds are remarkably birdlike including melodic trills and warbles while others resemble lizards or amphibious animals – chirping, clicking, hissing, even frog-like barks and croaks. There are also eerie noises that sound similar to a leopard yowl or a wolf wail or a howler monkey’s banshee bellow. The Ho’kio’s vocabulary range is astonishing, reaching notes that even Lorne can’t reach. Thank heavens the music is still loudly playing outside in the club or everyone in it would be able to hear this unearthly mating racket.
Occasionally, the twin combines different cries to form complex sound-layers that Lorne has never heard before on this planet but he likes the unusual calls of passion because it means the demon loves what he’s doing to it, Lorne’s brightly-coloured cranberry-tipped cock ramming into that pure white body, jolts of impact rippling through the Ho’kio from head to toe and making that shiny mane of raven hair bounce and swing around its orgasmically-contorted face.
After one particularly bruising thrust, Lorne misjudges his aim and slips out, the quieter twin helping him go back in by holding his sibling’s cheeks apart, keeping that elastic black hole wide open for him. Lorne alternates between fucking it and the drenched pussy below, the double-sexed demon clenching around Lorne’s plundering prick in encouragement, making whimpery little twitters of pleasure as both of its openings are used and abused.
Just when he knows the slimmer twin is close to coming again, Lorne draws out of its gaping asshole, yanking the subservient demon around by the hair and making it kneel in front of him.
“Open your mouth, you greedy slut,” he demands, jamming his dick into the creature’s compliantly parted lips, thrusting a few times before pulling out and spurting on its feminine face with a groan of release. The pearly white fluid ropes over the demon’s cheeks, nose and chin, but it simply curls out a tongue and licks Lorne’s semen off, cleaning it away with that dexterous appendage, humming and clearly enjoying the taste of Lorne’s salty essence. Lorne momentarily feels mean for not letting him/her come again but the larger demon takes care of that, shoving his twin backwards onto the couch and bending a pair of lithe legs right back over its head. Not just nymphomaniacs, apparently Ho’kio demons are quite gymnastic too.
The muscular male teases his smaller partner, prodding at both those available holes as if not sure which one to go into, the transgendered twin giving scolding dolphin-clicks of impatience. Both of the demon’s openings are pre-lubed, thanks to Lorne, so no other preparation is necessary. With a knowing grin the Ho’kio on top makes a choice and sinks his hefty tool into the other’s bottom entry, his slender sibling giving a throaty rumble of appreciation. The bigger brother’s cock is much thicker than Lorne’s, much wider and fatter than his. Lorne would have been jealous and felt inadequate if the whole scene he’s witnessing wasn’t so fucking hot.
Content to watch for now, Lorne observes the demonic pair together. Hands under his twin’s knees, the aggressive Ho’kio pounds the other into the couch, much more powerfully and possessively than Lorne was able to do. There is the slap of flesh on sweaty flesh; sticky, slick noises. They don’t so much purr anymore as growl and snarl, showing their sharpened canines to each other in a display of deep arousal. In the middle of being savagely fucked by his stronger brother, the prettier Ho’kio throws his head back, squeezes his own dick and loses himself in the moment, the brutal pounding finally getting him off and making him ejaculate like a man. Lorne can see him tightening around the wide shaft in his ass, gritting pointed teeth together and hissing as the milky liquid he’d been saving squirts across his tensed belly and flat chest. Emitting a loud roar as he too reaches his peak, the all-male demon pulls out, spreads his twin’s labia apart and comes all over that beautiful black orchid, decorating it with copious jets of his gushing seed.
The twins collapse together, panting, arms and legs wrapped around each other. When they catch their breath, the two demons look at each other and smile before exchanging soft kisses, licks and nuzzles of loving fondness, completely opposite to the animalistic way they were fucking. On the sidelines, Lorne starts to feel left out by their obvious affection and closeness but then they turn to him, tugging him down and nuzzling him too, laughing about how much fun that was. Curiously, they don’t seem to kiss other people but Lorne is actually glad because he’d find that too intimate somehow. There’s only one pair of lips he wants to kiss (and they are the colour of the sweetest, richest wine) but he refuses to think about them, instead focusing on the two black and white entities of evilness that he has the pleasure of sinning with in his dressing room tonight.
Lorne still doesn’t know their names but he doesn’t need to and so he does not ask. What he needs from these demons is what they’re giving him. And they’re not done yet. The broad-shouldered male instructs Lorne to take the unisex twin together with him, both of them stuffing both their cocks into one tight little cunny, one from underneath and one on top, the willing Ho’kio between them orgasming three times in a row just from that, sobbing in ecstasy and squeezing out more of that warm nectar. The nameless brother cleans it all up, parting his sibling’s legs and slithering a black tongue along that female flower, licking away those sweet juices, even probing up inside to get every last drop of it which results in yet another thigh-trembling orgasm from the insatiable raven-haired nymphet.
While the pretty one is resting and recovering, the masculine twin takes charge, dominating Lorne, forcing him to his knees and making him suck some big, fat demon dick. Luckily, Lorne doesn’t have a gag reflex (due to the extreme flexibility of his vocal chords) and he swallows the whole fleshy lot of it right down to the hilt, a heavy pair of balls resting on his chin. The male he’s sucking gives a gratified grunt, curling a fist into Lorne’s short, blond-tipped hair and proceeding to fuck his mouth and throat. Faced with an immovable wall of abs, Lorne can’t do anything but let him, clutching onto the other demon’s manly thighs, feeling bulky muscles flex and tense with each rock of the Ho’kio’s hips. The girlish twin observes them for a while with half-lidded eyes but eventually crawls up behind Lorne as he kneels on the floor, nudging his legs apart. Finding his private opening, the brunette creature licks and traces it, rimming Lorne gently at first and gradually driving deeper with that wet, agile foot-long muscle, getting him slicked up and stretched. The expert tonguing soon has Lorne quivering and moaning on the jaw-breaking rod in his mouth, his own dick swollen and weeping again, more than ready for what’s next.
The larger male grabs Lorne and throws him around, positioning himself at Lorne’s pre-prepared hole. He shoves in without mercy, biting Lorne on the shoulder at the same time, sharp teeth sinking into freckled olive skin. Lorne chokes back a scream, the pain taking him to a new level of excitement. Licking blood off his lips, the forceful twin pushes Lorne’s horned head to the floor. Face-first on the carpet of his dressing room with another guy roughly holding him down, Lorne gets his ass drilled jarringly and unrelentingly, the tri-sexual Empath crying out with pained pleasure as he’s coming around the dominant Ho’kio’s massive stabbing prick, the pretty one watching the sight of Lorne spilling onto his own floor with satisfaction in its glittery black-diamond eyes.
Tears are wetting Lorne’s face as he’s shivering in the aftermath but it’s not because he’s hurt or humiliated – it’s just that these demons, mere youths and complete strangers to him, seem to know exactly what he needs without even being told, giving him the release and relief he’s been so desperately craving for weeks now. Rather than feel used or taken advantage of, Lorne feels as though they are doing him a huge favour, the twins working together to drain his dangerous desires and cleanse his troubled psyche. Already, it feels as though an immense burden has been lifted off his back. He didn’t realise just how much he needed this until now, which is why he’s nearly bawling like a baby. Being a proud man from a proud race, Lorne doesn’t normally let anyone see him cry so he curls up into a protective ball and tries to hide his face in his arms.
The almost-identical brothers seem to understand his overwhelming outpour of emotion and lie beside him on the floor, both of them petting and soothing the green-skinned entertainer, his tears licked away with gentle tongues. It’s unexpectedly sympathetic of them. They might appear to be cunning sexual predators but perhaps they are not so evil and heartless after all. They could have picked anyone else in the club to spend the night with but they chose him, simply because they sensed how much he was suffering and wanted to help. As strange as it seems, it’s the kindest, most unselfish thing anyone has done for Lorne in a long while and he is indescribably thankful to the pair of Ho’kios for their surprising compassion.
When they are certain that Lorne is okay, the insatiably hungry siblings start touching and arousing him all over again, nowhere near done with their twincest sex-games. After three orgasms, each more intense than the last, Lorne isn’t sure he can even get it up anymore but his seductively determined partners manage to make him iron-hard in moments, purring and rubbing up against him from both sides like alley-cats in heat until he is groaning and wanting more.
And more Lorne gets.
In a locked room with two virile male demons and a horny hermaphrodite, the combinations of positions and pairings are endless.

………

Hours later, Lorne wakes up naked on the couch with his own cravat still tied around one wrist. Sometime during the exhaustive demonic three-way, he must have run out of oomph and fallen asleep. The twins are gone. He didn’t even get to thank them or say goodbye. The last thing he groggily remembers is being bound by the wrists and forbidden to touch while the prettier Ho’kio grinned playfully and bounced on top of him, riding his dick like a pogo stick. Reaching down, he is not at all surprised to find it soft, sore and utterly worn out. But that’s what he wanted, so he wouldn’t keep thinking about…
Oh shit. Kylar!
Glancing at the clock on the wall, he realises that it’s horrendously late but maybe if he hurries, the kid might still be up and awake.
Maybe.
He hastily reclothes himself, emerging from his backstage dressing room. The club is empty, the bar staff having cleaned up and put all the money in the safe already. They must have known he was busy…entertaining…as they’ve left a light on for him. He’s the very last person to leave and so he turns off the power and locks up, hailing a cab back to the Hyperion Hotel.
When Lorne creeps upstairs and into Kylar’s room, he finds the crimson-eyed youth fast asleep on the bed, fully dressed and with a book in his lap, a lit candle still flickering on the bedside table. He had been waiting for Lorne. And Lorne didn’t show up. Gently taking the book away, the older Pylean sets it aside and covers the teen’s small frame with a blanket, careful not to disturb him.
“Forgive me, sweetheart,” he whispers in guilt, softly stroking Kylar’s hair. Fredelia pokes her head out from the boy’s berry-coloured locks and glares at Lorne with beady bat-eyes, as if she knows precisely what he’s been up to all this time. And she probably does. Bats have a great sense of smell. She must be able to detect the mating-scent of other demons on him and by the looks of her disgusted scowl, she doesn’t like it one bit. She even curls her lip, showing her teeny, tiny fanged teeth in a threatening snarl. Lorne quickly pulls his hand back before he gets snapped at and bitten, hurriedly leaving the room and going to his own for a shower, washing the salty-sweet musk of those raven-haired twins off his body.
The sex he had with them was incredible and probably the best he’d ever experienced so far in his life but now that it’s all over, Lorne is starting to wish he hadn’t done it. Yeah, he’s a hell of a lot calmer now but at what cost? Something far down in his empathic soul tells him that he might end up in an enormous amount of trouble over this. Even though he and Kylar are not a couple and have never agreed to be, Lorne still has the awfully unpleasant feeling of having cheated on him. It leaves a sick sensation in his stomach that overshadows his previous pleasure. With a regret-laden heart, bitten shoulder and bruised backside, he flops front-first onto his mattress, burying his face into a pillow and praying the innocent boy down the hall never, ever finds out what he’s done.
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A/N: So...I realise most of you are pissed at Lorne right now. But hey, Lorne's not perfect, he has weaknesses and he makes mistakes, just like any other man. Plus, Lorne and Kylar aren't married or anything. They're not even together. The questions here are: Can you forgive him for this? Will Kylar find out? If so, will he be able to forgive Lorne too? Or will he turn to somone else? Maybe run away? Just think, this now creates an opportunity for a hell of a lot more drama and angsting! Let me know what you think, please?
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