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One mistake can be enough for chaos to destroy the land.
Being a beginner witch, Riki has the important duty of studying, memorizing, practicing and performing the magic spells that his master gives his as a task. By the time his next magic session takes place, Riki must perform the spells to perfection without making the slightest mistake, thus continuing to demonstrate that he has the ability, strength and intelligence necessary to follow the path of witchcraft and that his master continues to be his mentor.
In general, a beginner witch usually has three months or so to memorize the spell and be able to cast it without any problems. Since learning and casting a new spell takes time and dedication, as well as patience, if you do not know the spell thoroughly, it could have serious negative consequences, just like any other type of task.
Of course, there are some who are naturally talented and can master a spell in just a couple of days. You could say that Riki is one of those many, except that the difference between those beginner witches and Riki (who is also a beginner) is that Riki is the chosen one, or at least, that's what they call him. He is a strong witch, with a great power with which he could defeat any other witch in battle. He possesses a magic so powerful that in the writings of witchcraft itself speaks of him as a being who will come to bring chaos with his magic. He is a legend and his destiny speaks of his birth, the return of the scarlet witch and his great power.
However, Riki is not yet that witch the legends speak of. He is not even close to being one, much less does he feel he is that person everyone whispers about with extraordinary words of wonder.
He may be a witch that has been passed down from generation to generation, but his magic is so useless that he battles even the simplest spell which is to light a candle with his magic, that if it wasn't for the fact that it was the book itself that chose it that night, Riki would think that they have chosen the wrong person as their powerful witch.
The thing is, Riki has been chosen by the great book of the damned; the Darkhold. A powerful book of dark magic that it is said that in the wrong hands could bring about the destruction of the world and absolute chaos. It is also said to be a book with great power that only the chosen one can read it, because for the unworthy it is just a book with white pages without any text on its pages. The great and powerful scarlet witch. And Riki is that witch.
But not everything is a blessing. If Riki is not trained properly his power, the magic of chaos, could lead him to the wrong path and he could be the one to unleash, just as the name of his great power says, chaos. Great power always leads to great responsibility.
The most coherent thing to do would be to keep Riki away from the book at all costs and keep him ignorant of his power. At least, that's what the other side of the witches usually say.
For as he has an unmatched magic that attracts attention and murmurs of praise, admiration and recognition, there is also the side that considers him a monster, for it is said that the Scarlet Witch is not someone other than a person who will wipe out everything in his path.
Only Park Jongseong, his master and mentor who took Riki under his robe since that rainy night when Riki's magic finally resurfaced from deep inside him where it had been hidden for the last nineteen years (he is now twenty and feels no different from back then, he is still the same or even more useless than back then), often tells Riki that destiny cannot be changed. No matter how hard one tries to change the course of things, sooner or later the road will lead him to his already written destiny. So Jongseong has devoted himself to explaining to Riki that it is better to love what he is rather than fearing the great blessing he has. Jongseong has great faith in the witch that Riki will one day become, even though he keeps repeating that Ni-ki is the worst apprentice he's ever had.
The downside of having such a powerful magic is that people, despite having a person who trusts him and makes him believe that his power is a blessing, is that there are still witches who fear him, forcing Riki to take shelter and stay as far away from civilization as possible. They once tried to take his life, but fortunately Jongseong and his other apprentice, Kim Sunoo, were there to protect him.
Now, Riki lives alone in a hut where everything around him is greenery, a vegetable garden that he cultivates and tends with his own hands. Every now and then his master visits him, but it is only a short visit and made only to continue with the witchcraft classes.
Park Jongseong does not stay in Riki's hut any longer than necessary. They only share a brief conversation, as little as necessary to inquire about his well-being and how Riki has been learning from the Darkhold. Jongseong drinks tea with Riki, chats with him for a few minutes and the rest of the time it's just them practicing new spells. Once the chores are finished, Jongseong leaves with a basket full of Riki's fresh vegetables from the garden and a nice caress on his cock after a blowjob by Riki., and that's it. Jongseong says goodbye with a promise to return the same day in three months and Riki returns to the solitude of his home, where he only hears the cicadas in the evenings and where the moon shines visiting his home from his window.
It is too lonely. And sometimes loneliness makes one make dangerous (or sometimes not so dangerous) mistakes.
It's only a week after the last meeting with his teacher Jongseong, from which Riki has ended up frustrated; the resurrection spell on a plant didn't come out as it should (roses shouldn't catch fire, they should bloom!) and where Jongseong, for the first time, reprimanded him by telling him that it's absurd that he is so useless that he couldn't learn the spell in three months. Which also caused Jongseong not to touch him as punishment.
Relationships between mentor and mentee are supposed to be strictly forbidden, but the desire between the two arose just like a flower blossoming in spring. Unfortunately, they don't see each other for a long period of time and when the encounter happens it's short and fleeting, because Riki climaxes so fast that it's hard to enjoy it and Jongseong has other responsibilities. It's not romance, it's just intense heat that burns Riki's insides, which is common for a person his age and Jongseong is more than happy to please his little (not so little) chaos witch.
Also, sex between witches is awesome. The magic between the two merge during penetration making it possible to feel the pleasure that the other is feeling at that moment; sometimes it is like feeling that Riki is fucking himself, which is a fantastic experience and what makes him reach climax with painful rapidity.
The thought of what he has missed by his mistake makes him pout, unable to continue with his reading to resume the resurrection spell to a plant again (there is also the downside that he now has two spells to learn and he has to do it perfectly not to make his mentor angry again), so Riki, to distract his mind and the pain in his pussy, decides to read the spells written in the Darkhold. His way to distract his mind is to find new interesting spells in the book of the damned, of course, he never puts them into practice, not without his master's prior permission, but coming across such powerful and complicated spells brings back in him the strength he needs to continue his witchcraft training.
It's almost midnight when Riki finds an interesting spell. It has a strange and complicated name in an encrypted code, but as if it were his own native tongue, Riki understands it as "Myself."
The spell catches Riki's attention more and more as he continues to read. It is so interesting that Riki ends up levitating in the air as he reads it (an event that happens whenever Riki is excited); it is about creating a clone. The spell explains that it only lasts a few hours and he claims it could be a very good tool to help him with his homework and that sort of thing. Riki loves it, it fits perfectly with the fact that he needs to find a partner to practice on some healing potions that Jongseong instructs him to learn for his next session.
It is a type of magic that Riki has never used. Because again, he may be considered a powerful witch, with magic magnificent enough to rewrite reality if he so desired, but Riki is not the witch everyone fears. He is clumsy and takes a considerate amount of time for the new spell he finds himself learning to come out perfectly. He gets a lot wrong, because even though he always knew there was something different inside him, his skills are lacking.
Riki finds this spell as the opportunity to improve. Surely his Master will be fascinated to discover that Riki has learned to create a clone of himself. Although it is strictly forbidden to cast a spell on his own without prior authorization, however, the desire to prove that he is capable of such magic and to continue under the teaching of his great master Park Jongseong, burns so fervently in his chest that he ignores the warning voice screaming in his head head that it is a mistake.
The rest of the days, Riki reads the spell in his bed at night, ignoring the duty he already has on his hands to relearn his failed spell and the healing position that Jongseong has already tasked him to have mastered for his next session in two months.
But he finds himself determined to learn the cloning spell and master it, it could be a tool to be able to practice his spells and also, although it is not that important, he could stop feeling so lonely and forgotten in his little hut beyond the forest. From time to time it is necessary a company to talk to, that would also help to avoid falling into madness and being dominated by his chaos magic, right?
Until finally, days where he didn't sleep to read the spell and practice it, seem to pay off. Riki believes he is ready to cast the spell and it seems to be just the perfect day to be able to cast it. That day is Friday, but not just any Friday: it's a full moon Friday.
The rest of the afternoon, Riki spends the time preparing everything to be able to perform the spell. Until night comes and Riki lights the candles stacked around him in a circle that serve mostly as illumination.
Riki settles in lotus position after opening the window so the moon can enter his house, he opens the Darkhold on the page marked with the spell "Myself" and starts whispering the first words until he finishes reading the spell, trying it again and again until he feels the power inside him resurge until it covers his body completely. His eyes pale, his mouth moves on its own and his body levitates in the air along with the book, as a scarlet cloud begins to rise from his back until it covers his body with a scarlet sphere. Controlled by magic flowing through his body in threads of water, which run through the gaps between his fingers and wrap around his torso, advancing down his hands as threads of blood close around his throat and drown him.
That's the reason why he is forbidden to cast a Darkhold book spell without Jongseong's presence and authorization, because the chaos magic is so powerful that Riki's body is not yet ready to be able to control it, it's the opposite; the magic dominates him and can make Riki end up casting the wrong spell.
The ground rumbles, the small wooden hut shakes hard as if an earthquake is advancing, knocking down a few paintings hanging on the ceiling and the ornaments Riki has hanging on the wall. However, Riki doesn't feel it, doesn't see it, for all he can feel is its magic smothering him. He can go a thousand whispers in his head that prevent him from hearing the thunderous way the mirror shatters, a thousand shards of the glass shooting out and grazing the cloud that protects (or holds captive) Riki from the outside.
Dominated by his powerful magic that blinds him seeing the chaos behind his trembling eyelids he can't perceive the sticky black stain that sprouts from a gap between the wood of the floor, bubbling like chapopote until it becomes a huge viscous stain that moves from one side to another without a fixed course, zigzagging at a fast speed that would be difficult to follow with the human eye. Until it stops in the center of the room, as Riki sees the scarlet color in his eyes and the strings of magic tangle like a rope around his throat squeezing and squeezing until his lungs weep from the loss of oxygen.
At the same time, out of the slimy blob comes an arm, long claws digging into the wood and scraping trying to hold onto something, followed by a long leg stained with the viscous, black liquid, bones creaking grotesquely and painfully at the violent and awkward way the thing tries to get out of that little black hole.
Riki opens his lips, his words cut off and are now a wailing whimper as he can't breathe, the black is covering his eyes and he sees a light as his lungs are squeezed. On the other side, a head peeks out of the hole, hair straight and soaked, black liquid dripping down the pale face, claws digging into the wood of the floor and bare feet crawling trying to break free from its prison.
Riki collapses, falls to the ground with a loud thud and a painful smack on his butt that is strong enough to bring him once again to reality. The scarlet cloud dissipates, the threads that imprisoned his body recede and advance towards the center of his chest, where a small diamond glows red and the beast he has summoned straightens up as it emerges from the hole with a sickening crick of a neck.
The goo slides down his naked body, returning to the black blob that keeps staggering in the center of the room, falling down his feet until it ends up clean. And he stares at Riki, who has his back to him and is leaning on the floor coughing, trying to breathe again as he holds his neck and watches the frothy saliva drip from his open mouth and wet the wood.
The noise behind him alarms him. Riki turns around still sitting on the floor and leans on the bed behind him, as if doing that would be enough to keep him out of any danger. Then he finally sees the creature invading his home. The being he has summoned.
Riki smiles as he sees the tall, naked man standing a few steps away from him, in the part of the cabin that is not lit by the moon or the candles (which are now just a puff of smoke because they have all gone out), his heart pounding with excitement as he discovers that his spell has worked. However, as the creature advances towards Riki and the nakedness is gradually caught by the moonlight, Riki's smile diminishes to a terrified grimace.
In front of him is not a clone of him. Yes, he looks just like Riki. He has the same face and moles in the exact areas of his body where Riki also has them, but his eyes are two black orbs, there are no exclerotics, there is only one black pupil spanning the entire eye. Still, Riki can feel them piercing his soul, peering through the layers and walls and looking deep into his soul.
It has black hair, unlike Riki's which is a pale shade of blonde that pulls almost to white, curly and long barely brushing his shoulders, usually combed away from his face. But the creature's is black, as dark as the starless night itself, equal to the wings of a raven flying in the sky. Long and straight, covering his forehead and part of his dark, shadowy eyes. He has horns on his tousled hair, twisted and rough, black that would be lost in his hair, were it not for how wide and long they look.
His beefy, chiseled body, broad shoulders and bulging biceps without the need to flex his arms, a strong chest and long legs, an abdomen marked with a six pack and a peculiar tattoo on his womb; a heart in the center of the lower belly and bat wings, both of a reddish and black color that shines like the light of a firefly. He looks much bigger than Riki, who with his thin body and barely enough muscles to mark the lines of his abdomen, looked like he could be swallowed by the man, the being, the thing identical to him that advances towards where he keeps leaning until he covers Riki's body with the shadow he creates with his body and his long black bat wings, which shake like an intimidating act, wanting to recognize that he is the one in charge in that hut.
Riki's body trembles. He has never been close to death, never stood in front of some wild, hungry animal that sees him only as a piece of food. But the way his clone watches him from above, with those completely black eyes and that smile with long, pointed fangs feels like standing in front of a mountain lion about to swallow him in one bite.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, Riki plucks up his courage.
"Who are you?" he asks, listening to the way his normally husky voice sounds choppy and shaky, just like a dog whose tail has been stepped on.
His other self smiles, flexing his arms against his bare chest, strong pecs bunching and biceps swelling with the movement.
It's barely a smile, a raised lip showing a sharp fang glinting in the moonlight.
His clone tilts his head, amused by Riki's reaction, finding it amusing the way the witch's body jerks at the low, husky tone of his voice, which seems to make the walls of the hut rumble.
"I am what you want me to be."
Riki purses his lips.
"What do you want?"
"You called me." Says the demon. Riki thinks he is one, the dragon wings, the horns, the black eyes and yet so expressive and that wicked grin only a demon would have. His clone leans forward and Riki tries not to look down, where a huge cock sits close to his face. "I want what you want me to want." He replies, a hint in the honeyed tone of his voice that sounds and feels like a cat's purr.
Riki inhales through his nose, swallowing the sweet, addictive scent the demon exudes.
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Jongseong doesn't visit him and Riki silently thanks him as he looks at the long, naked body of the demon, who has his very face, lying in all his pride on Riki's bed, his womb tattoo glowing red and black.
If Jongseong were here it would be a problem, he wouldn't know how to explain that there is now a naked demon living in his little hut. Let alone would he be able to confess that the reason he hasn't reversed the summoning is because he enjoys what the demon offers him in return.
Riki doesn't know (or rather, doesn't want to admit) how the situation with his clone has brought him to this moment. Nor does he understand when it happens.
All he knows is that one night he wakes up disoriented, sticky and sweaty on the damp sheets of his bed, feeling heavy and tired, his brain a big lump of cotton, as if his body has been asleep for years and suddenly wakes up from a long nap only to discover that his body has been used as a sex toy. Finding himself conscious, Riki finally feels the heavy, warm body pressed against his back and the long cock piercing his pussy and raping him as he slept mercilessly.
It was a purring voice he heard whispering against his ear, he almost felt it burn, "Uh, sleeping beauty has finally woken up." Said Ni-ki, the demon, who took advantage of Riki being conscious to force him to lift his hips so he could enter deeper into Riki (as if his long, fat cock wasn't about to rip Riki's womb). "Are you ready for another round? You said you wanted a baby." Riki can't answer, and his thought wondering if he really asked for that lasts so short that it's as if nothing had ever been in his empty little head that is now full of cock.
The next thing he felt was the smell of strawberry shortcake filling his lungs and a hand stroking his clit until he made it spill against the huge cock that was working its way inside his and opening his cervix.
Then he discovered that it wasn't the first time Ni-ki had abused him. Or rather, that Riki was asking in the middle of the night to be fucked by his clone.
It turns out that Ni-ki is a kind of lust demon. It was summoned by Riki's pent-up desire at the frustration caused by not having sex with Jongseong as in each of his visits.
Riki was indeed summoning a clone, but apparently, the chaos magic inside him and his sexual desire ended up bringing Ni-ki into his reality, so he is now a kind of demon and identical clone of Riki.
Loneliness makes one do many wrong things. Especially the desire for a companion and sexual partner.
One of them is to end up having his other self as a lover. It's another kind of perversion, slipping a bit into the sick and bizarre. But it is certainly a desire that Riki has already had, for by experiencing sex with another witch and merging their magics, Riki has been able to feel what it would be like to "fuck himself" through Jongseong's magic, making him feel what the other witch feels. He wondered many times what it would be like to fuck himself.
And maybe that's the reason why he agreed to become the sexual lover of Ni-ki, his other self.
Once the demon, Ni-ki, puts his fleshy mouth on Riki's neck, Riki stops thinking about the world and what is right and wrong. He lets himself be guided by the elongated nails that scrape the fabric of his robe and dress to expose his swollen tits, where tender brown nipples shiver from the cold and turn red where the succubus squeezes his tits as if expecting Riki to release milk from them.
He thinks of nothing else, other than the hand that descends with a fiery path from his breast, where it stops to squeeze his pectoral like an anti-stress ball, continuing down his quivering stomach that contracts before the heat transmitted by the burning hand of his clone, to end up sighing before the brush of a finger against his folds covered by the damp fabric of his panties.
He can feel the tickle of a giggle against his throat, a barely understandable whisper that seems to be "soaking wet", but is more like a distant sound as that elongated finger caresses slowly, up and down against his labia, forcing the fabric of his panties to become one with itself.
Riki's thighs tremble, sweet contractions that come with the sound of a plaintive cry. It's barely a brush, but Riki can feel how soaked he is already before so little, his pussy throbbing eagerly for the long cock pressing against the inside of his thigh, feeling the warmth and stickiness against his skin.
The kisses are not long in coming. Ni-ki presses his wet full lips, taking care that the long fangs don't pierce Riki's jugular, and sucks the milky skin of the blond's throat, leaving long wet kisses, painful and violent until leaving the neck with marks that gradually begin to turn a violet hue, soaking Riki's neck with saliva until it shines under the candlelight.
At the same time, Ni-ki positions himself behind Riki, holding his leg and opening as wide as possible for the inexperienced little witch, so that with the other hand he can slide the panties to one side, freeing first one of his plump vaginal lips, stroking with barely a touch to feel the viscosity of his semen, with one finger toying with the thread that forms joining his finger with Riki's pussy.
Ni-ki bites Riki's ear, hypnotizes him with his lustful caresses and makes him dizzy with the scent his lust demon feormons emanate (a tool that helps his victims become vulnerable, relax and serve as an anesthesia for them to feel only pleasure). Feeling Riki's body boning, letting Ni-ki do whatever he wants with his body, yielding to the demon's caresses on his pussy, Ni-ki pinches Riki's swollen pectoral, at the same time leaking his long finger into Riki's cavity, his semi-long fingernail pleasurably tearing at the walls of Riki's hole. It takes no more than a couple of seconds for Riki to be the one jerking his hips against Ni-ki's finger, fucking himself and silently asking Ni-ki to fuck him.
The demon accepts Riki's need, lifting his leg, the fabric of Riki's panties jiggling with each lunge of Ni-ki's finger fucking the pretty young inexperienced witch's tight pussy, adding one more until Riki is filled with two fingers; Ni-ki's middle and ring finger, which Riki cannot formulate a single understandable word, it's only little noises of moaning and pleasure that escape his swollen mouth at each stroke in and out of his pussy. The sliding is easy, Riki is so soaked that his cum leaks Ni-ki's burning fingers, it's so messy that the splashes sound messy in Riki's own flushed ears, so so soaked that he wouldn't be surprised if small bubbles and froth form.
The pleasure is overwhelming, one part from his own pleasure and arousal and the other brought on by the feormons of his demon clone licking Riki's pulse as his fingers go in and out again and again, Riki's pussy pulsing wanting to keep them inside, filling his pussy and going in so deep he can feel it inside his, hitting his throat, inflating his belly.
Riki wants a cock. He moans pitifully, arching against the beefy chest behind him, of the demon who presses his fingers into his raised thigh so hard that the long, black-tinged nails cut into his skin until they make it bleed. Riki can feel his own blood sliding down his leg and it makes him shiver for an unknown reason.
Ni-ki laughs hoarsely against Riki's ear, a laugh that rumbles vibrating off Riki's back and into his gut, a hot breath identical to the heat of a campfire burning his ear; it makes him sigh.
"Baby, you're so anxious today." Ni-ki growls, arching his fingers inside Riki until they caress Riki's nerves and making his eyes roll into the back of his head. He doesn't understand what he's referring to (well, he knows he must look like a total slut stretching his legs further for Ni-ki to fill him with his fingers until he has four inside him) until he's aware that he's rubbing himself against the big hot hunk of meat pressed against his ass, settling himself in an awkward way only to have Ni-ki's cock pressed into the middle of his buttocks.
There is a long cock rubbing in his crotch over the fabric of his panties. Riki reaches in front of his with his hand, reaching up to grab the sticky head of the demon's cock that opens Riki's pussy so wide that fingers slide out, fingers that slip out because of how stretched and soaked it is.
Heat swirls in Riki's belly, his pussy tingles like a warning that he's going to squirt soon, so Riki's the one sliding his panties to the side, while Ni-ki's fingers continue to toy with the inside of his pussy (and it's a little painful because of the elongated nails, but that doesn't stop Riki's walls from closing around long fingers invading the inside of his vagina), making way for the head of Ni-ki's cock to be pressed between his moistened labia and Ni-ki's soaking wet fingers.
"I understand." Ni-ki says, and Riki doesn't need to see it to know that the sex fiend is smugly grinning, he can feel it against the side of his face. Then Ni-ki releases Riki's pussy, only to spread his labia apart with two fingers and guide Riki's semen soaked hand around his cock until he finishes penetrating Riki's pussy with one thrust, just in case he feels lonely and empty.
Riki screams with a hoarse sound that reverberates through the cabin, he has to hold on to the demon's hip behind him as his body is jolted before the violent thrusts Ni-ki lunges without warning. Striking so aggressively that Riki's insides jerk, so fast that Ni-ki's cock pops out a few times, because besides, Riki is so soaking wet that sliding out is easy.
"Shit, you're so open, I could fit even my fist in you." Riki replies with a choppy sound. His body trembles and he doesn't know at what point he's finished on his back, holding his knees as Ni-ki's cock simply slides between his soaked lips, rubbing Riki's pussy and admiring the way the pretty open pussy pulses screaming that it wants a cock.
Riki looks at Ni-ki, the sensation of seeing himself (with the distinct differences of black eyes, horns on long tousled hair, the bat wings behind the demon's broad back above him, fluttering with excitement as he watches the way Riki's tits bounce) is freaky, but it does something to his stomach that travels in the form of a tickle to his pussy and clit that Ni-ki entertains himself by stroking with his cock, back and forth until Riki feels his squirt about to shoot out.
His tits jerk, his hands on his knees feel weak as Ni-ki pushes his cock back inside his, stroking Riki's walls, pounding so, so deep with his huge, monster cock that Riki can feel it pounding his heart, each thrust seeming to go to the rhythm of Riki's riotous heart.
He doesn't even know at what point he cums, he just feels the spasms in his legs and the slight gush pissing of the cock inside him, which pulses gladly at the holy water soaking his body.
Riki feels like he's not breathing, boned against the mattress and leaving his body at Ni-ki's mercy, for his to use. His lungs compress and his nipples tingle as Ni-ki leans against his body, nipples rubbing together and his burly body smothering Riki, one hand squeezing the witch's face until he forces him to pucker his lips to lick with his long, snake-like tongue, filling Riki's swollen lips glistening in saliva until Riki has to open his mouth to breathe, allowing Ni-ki to thrust his tongue down Riki's throat.
It's a fiery kiss, Riki feels his mouth burning, a burning itch that rises up to his nose and makes him cry. Ni-ki kisses him, his long tongue engulfing Riki's throat until he finds it hard to breathe. He begins to turn purple and the demon looks aroused as his hips buck until he grinds the bed, squeezes his thigh until it bleeds and one arm wraps around Riki's hip until his exhausted body hangs, hair drenched in curls barely and brushing against the sheets.
He cries out against Ni-ki's tongue in his throat, cums with one more spurt dripping down his aching legs and his whole body trembles as if he's being electrocuted or possessed as he rolls his eyes as he feels the thick, hot cum fill him, with Ni-ki fucking him over his orgasm and his own. The splash of fluids would make his ears red if he were conscious, but now he's nothing more than just a rag doll turning purple and having cum dripping from his pussy at the same time a cock keeps abusing him.
When Riki wakes up, he feels sore all over. It takes him a moment to see that the sun is peeking out and that it is dawn for the next day. Once the brain gears are working again, Riki realizes the head tucked between his legs, the long tongue pushing its way through the gates of his sore pussy and that Park Jongseong, his master, is standing at the entrance of his cabin watching Riki and the clone demon Ni-ki have some kind of kinky sex. He looks at both of them with a thousand doubts running through his head, various expressions flash across his face, but Riki doesn't miss the lust shining in his eyes.
Embarrassment is no impediment for Riki to let out a hoarse moan, arch on the mattress pulling the demon's long hair and squirt against the latter's chin, who once he has taken all the juice Ni-ki offers him, stands up, turns to Jongseong and, while wiping Riki's cum that falls down his chin, says to Jongseong.
"Did you enjoy the show?" With narrowed eyes and a shameless smile, as if the whole half of his face wasn't red and soaked with Riki's cum.
Ni-ki crawls over to Riki's side of the bed, lying down next to him as he hugs him around the waist and pulls him to himself. He keeps looking at Jongseong as he spreads his legs, revealing his hole and cock, then does the same to Riki, spreading open with two fingers the juicy pussy contracts into nothingness and releases tender milk.
Ni-ki's belly tattoo glows, a sign that he's aroused and hungry, and the smell in the air becomes thicker, fruity and cloying.
"Do you want to join the party too? My doll is so open he could take two cocks." Ni-ki says, as he rubs his nose against Riki's flushed cheek.
Jongseong hesitates, one foot steps back and his hand squeezes the knob. He looks like he's going to leave when he steps back again, or that he'll say they should eliminate that demonic clone because he shouldn't be in their world (it's something Jongseong would say), but instead he closes the door behind him, advances towards the bed as he unties his cloak that falls with a muffled rustle against the floor and unbuttons his pants.
Riki only remembers the taste of Jongseong's lips on his mouth and Ni-ki's big hand pressed on his belly.