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You had no idea how this had even started. If you thought back on it, you might have been able to tease out some memories of conversations or encounters that had inspired or contributed to the situation you now found yourself in, but there was no easily defined linear progression of events.
But here you were. Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon and you. Alone. In a very quiet, very remote room of the Demon Lord’s castle, surrounded by…well…toys and furniture specially designed for pleasure. Things you never thought you’d see in the castle. Things you never thought these three would have had a use for.
But when Solomon had told you in a private moment that he’d discussed this with the prince and his butler and they were quite enthusiastic about the idea, and asked if he should begin making preparations, you felt a jolt of arousal so intense that you could have been ready to get started right then and there. Arousal so overwhelming that you didn’t give a thought to propriety, consequences, better judgement, and said yes immediately.
Solomon’s smile told you that he’d expected this answer, and that it pleased him immensely.
“You are an absolute treasure, my love. This will be a night to remember for all eternity. I promise you that all those memories will be good.”
He kissed you deeply enough to let you know that he was thinking of those memories already, then bid you goodbye so he could make everything ready.
Over the next few weeks, you would almost forget what was coming, until Solomon told you a shipment had arrived, or Barbatos mentioned that the room was coming along nicely, or Diavolo secretively whispered, “I can hardly wait” in your ear. That jolt hit you again each time. As the event drew near, you’d occasionally feel a bit of trepidation, then one of them would remind you of how they looked forward to it, and it would be forgotten as you became wet and hot with anticipation.
You wore your RAD uniform, as requested, but Solomon had gifted you more delicate things to wear underneath. He wanted to surprise Diavolo and Barbatos with something special right from the beginning.
“You know how I love to unwrap you and find you looking like you planned for me right from the beginning of your day…”
You did. And you loved sitting through classes knowing that both of you were thinking about those plans. The discomfort of having to wait and pretend to be simply going through your day made for incredible release once you could do what you’d been thinking of from the beginning.
“Gentlemen,” Solomon began, “I take it you have discussed how to do this equitably?”
“Indeed,” Diavolo replied. “Barbatos believes that his careful attention to detail will allow this undressing to build up the most excitement, and I am content with watching. For now.”
Solomon looked at you directly. “Are you ready? Do you still want to do this?”
You tried to nod without looking too enthusiastic. You must have failed, because laughter followed it.
Barbatos approached you with a smile that was not quite as enigmatic as usual. He unbuckled the uniform belt, removed it, and put it aside. He unbuttoned the jacket while facing you, but stepped around behind you to slide it off your shoulders, fingers trailing along your arms as he slid it down. He folded it neatly and set it next to the belt. Once again behind you, he leaned his head towards you and said, “I’ve often wondered what it would be like to touch you…like this.” He slid his hands past your waist and up to your breasts, watching them lift and swell as he kneaded them. His breath was hot against your neck, but still even.
He released you only to untie your necktie. Solomon took it from him, as if he knew that the royal butler was rapidly moving past his need to treat your clothes carefully. He unbuttoned your cuffs, pulled the shirt out of your waistband, and continued unbuttoning from the collar down.
The sharp intake of breath next to your ear told you he’d caught his first glimpse of the black bra underneath, one that was barely there enough to cover your nipples, which were standing up with excitement, trying to escape over that last centimeter of lace.
When he pulled the shirt off of you, he simply let it drop to the floor.
Solomon laughed and picked it up.
“I know you’re tempted to stop, Barbatos, but you really must remove her skirt, too, for the full effect.”
Barbatos didn’t need further encouragement. You stepped out of the skirt once it was around your ankles, letting Solomon once again whisk it away.
This time, the gasp came from Diavolo, who had a full on view of the garter belt and stockings, and the fragile wisp of a g-string that concealed nearly nothing. You barely had time to appreciate his reaction before Solomon began his instruction.
“Barbatos, you may want to try squeezing and tugging at her nipples a bit. She likes it quite a lot. Not too rough, but not too gentle.”
Barbatos stripped off his gloves, and did as instructed. When your knees grew weak, he had to continue single-handed so he could hold you up by the waist. Pressed against him like this, you could feel his erection pressed against your back, and knew that you were beginning to drip down your thighs, filling the room with the scent of your arousal.
Solomon very helpfully took up your other breast, explaining to the other two how you sometimes liked to have your nipple twisted a little bit…just like this…but what worked especially well was sucking. He demonstrated, and it was enough to make you see stars.
Barbatos continued his own ministrations, and Diavolo at last asked Solomon if he could have a try. His amber eyes were clouded over with lust as they drifted from your face to your breast, and he eagerly took you into his mouth.
“Try flicking with the tip of your tongue. That’s very effective.”
Diavolo did so, and you squirmed and moaned.
“Apparently so! How delightful!”
“Barbatos, would you like to check on the state of her arousal? It seems obvious, but it’s important to know for certain.”
He reluctantly released your nipple, but ground his cock against you when his fingers found you saturated and swollen. It took no effort to slip the tiny scrap of fabric aside and begin probing between your lips to find the hard nub of your clit.
He managed to breathe out, “She does seem to be quite…excited.”
“May I check, too?” Diavolo asked.
“Hmmm. Knowing my darling, I imagine she’d enjoy both of you examining her at once.”
You were near collapse as two hands roamed your sex, two sets of fingers entering you and sliding in and out, spreading you apart. You weren’t even aware of how you ended up seated on Barbatos’ lap, your legs hooked over his and spread wide. All you knew was that Barbatos had returned his attention to your breasts, and now Diavolo and Solomon were staring directly at your exposed pussy, talking about it and discussing it, performing their experiments to see what they could do to cause the best reactions.
And then everything stopped. You were so removed from the world that it took you some time to notice that Diavolo and Barbatos had undressed. Where had your mind been? Solomon’s chuckle brought you back to reality.
He was still dressed…he was taking his role as teacher and observer quite seriously. He held out his hand, and you took it obediently, enjoying your own role in this game even more than you had imagined you would.
“Are you ready to be our fucktoy, my love?” His voice was as sweet as if he were asking you if you wanted him to pass the salt. He caught you as you stumbled, and you smiled at him.
“Are you ready to watch me be filled with demon cock, my darling?”
His answer was a kiss as he leaned you back onto a cushioned table. He fastened your ankles to posts so your legs were straight up and spread in a wide V, putting you once more on display. Diavolo and Barbatos finished with additional straps to hold your wrists and fix you to the structure so you couldn’t move.
The whole time, you could barely pull your attention away from the engorged cocks that bounced and swayed as the two men fastened the restraints.
Diavolo let out a single “Ha!” and quipped, “She looks as if she wants to eat me!”
Solomon put a crooked finger to his chin, and suggested, “Perhaps you should try.”
He mounted the platform and straddled you. At the sight of his cock above your face, you automatically opened your mouth, not only inviting him in, but begging for him. Even though you couldn’t possibly take him all the way, or do much of anything creative with your hands bound, you sucked and licked enthusiastically.
Off to the side, you heard Solomon say, “You’ll notice that sucking cock makes her very wet. Even without being touched, she gets more excited as it goes on.” You felt fingers testing you again, but could see nothing but Diavolo’s abs while he plunged himself past your eager lips.
“Here, Barbatos. Let me spread her open a bit for you.”
Solomon pulled your labia wide, so when Barbatos buried himself to the root inside you, it felt as deep as he could possibly go. Diavolo’s breath hitched as your moan vibrated against the head he was pressing deep inside your mouth.
You were completely helpless, vulnerable, being used, and it was even better than you’d ever imagined. Diavolo getting ready to spill his semen into your mouth, Barbatos working on pumping your pussy full, Solomon taking it all in…
“What did I tell you, Diavolo? Isn’t her mouth just marvelous?”
Diavolo grunted his agreement, and Solomon bent close enough to tell you, “You look so lovely with a face full of cock. Perfection.” He stroked your cheek once before moving on. “Is it not everything I promised, Barbatos?”
“I see…why she…has captivated you.”
“Yes, so wet and so snug. Her pussy looks just as nice filled with cock as her mouth does,” he replied, pulling your mons up a bit with his palm for a better look.
You heard him rummage around briefly, then he came back to your head and showed you a long, slim rod with a bulbous tip. He twisted the base, and it began to hum. He pressed it onto your cheek so there would be no doubt that it was a vibrator. And between your moaning and the vibration from the device, Diavolo began to tense and shake. Solomon kept up the contact until Diavolo filled your mouth with ejaculate that spilled over your cheeks when you couldn’t swallow it all.
There was barely enough time to register what had just happened before you felt the vibrator pressed against your clit. Some unspoken signal had passed between Solomon and Barbatos, and the latter began his ascent, increasing his speed and intensity. The perfect pressure and placement of the vibrator made your orgasm unavoidable. Diavolo was still in your mouth as you cried out, and Barbatos filled you with his release as you were still convulsing with pleasure.
Diavolo and Barbatos eventually separated from you, and you let them go reluctantly. All three men petted and praised you, kissed you in between releasing you from your restraints, massaging the spots that had been held tight, and helping you up from the table.
“Solomon is fortunate to have you,” Barbatos told you as he wrapped you in a fluffy robe. You hoped your smile wasn’t too weak to express your thanks.
“You’re fortunate, as well, to have such a fine teacher,” Diavolo added. “Take as much time as you both want, Solomon. Everything is prepared for a relaxing bath, and you’re welcome to stay the night if you so choose.”
You at last mustered up the strength to thank them both, surprised that you found it so easy to hug them while they were still in the nude, and that you felt no sense of shame for what you’d just done. They returned your hugs and thanks just as comfortably, and Solomon led you through another room into a bath that would make Asmodeus jealous.
You let him care for you completely. Having him bathe you tenderly like this seemed so incongruous to how he had encouraged Diavolo and Barbatos to use your body earlier, but at the same time, felt somehow natural.
As he dried you off and brushed your hair, you found the courage to ask him, “Did you like that, Solomon?”
He didn’t even have to tell you how much he did - you could see his face, beaming, in the mirror.
“It was everything I had hoped for. I didn’t think I could love you more than I do, but you’ve given me the greatest gift of my life, and my heart is overflowing.”
You turned around in your chair and drew his head towards you for a kiss. Any worries you’d had that this might hurt your feelings for each other had completely disappeared. He’d done this for you; you’d done it for him. You would do anything for each other, and nothing would diminish your love.
When the kiss was over, you noticed the wicked gleam in his eye. You knew. You returned it with a wicked gleam of your own.
“So, what do we do next time?”