The demons of Ashcroft Manor (closed)

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Finished with his work in the kitchen Marco wandered through the now quiet dining room making sure everything was in order and ready for the morning. As he did he couldn't shake the thought of the way Stacy had dismissed him earlier while she was dining with Michael. Though it seemed pleasant enough he couldn't help but wonder if what had happened in the kitchen had shaded the way she was viewing him. Though she certainly didn't protest it wasn't exactly as if he'd treated her with the respect the lady of the house deserved. With the thought still on his mind he climbed the stairs to see if he could have a word with her in her office and hopefully clear things up.

As he made his way down the hall to the office his ears were greeted with the familiar sound of bodies colliding. Slowing slightly he quietly approached the partially ajar door then peered inside and froze when he saw Stacy bent over the desk with Michael pounding into her from behind.

Fuck me, Michael. Don’t stop.

Marco watched as Michael's rippling muscles flexed with each hard thrust. The sheen of his sweat dampened skin glistened in the dim light as Marco pushed the door open slightly more so he could take it all in.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The sound was slight, but even in the throes of ecstasy, she lifted her head, glancing toward her study door Michael continued to drill her with his cock. Her eyes widened.

“Marco!” she whispered hoarsely.

Now, what did they do? Obviously, she was currently being fucked by another man, but she couldn’t forget what had happened earlier in the kitchen either. She felt Michael pause. His hands firmly holding her hips to keep her ass risen. She felt, more than she saw, Michael pause and glance toward the door at her whisper.

She swallowed as her eyes widened on their intruder. Now what did they do?

 

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Michael was lost in his own desires until Stacy's moans stopped and she uttered Marco's name. The word brought his eyes to the door and his motion froze when he was met with Marco's grin. Immediately the implications of someone else knowing came crashing down on him. It was one thing when it was just he and Stacy. She knew his situation and he felt like there was an understanding between them but Marco? He had know idea what it was he was going to do with the information.

"Oh, don't stop on my account." Marco said stepping into the room with the grin on his face only growing wider and he looked down at Stacy laid across the desk. "Well aren't you insatiable. We'll have to see what we can do about that." His eyes then lifted to Michael again who was still frozen in place. "I said don't stop!" His voice far more forceful now.

Michael had no idea what to do other than follow Marco's order so tentatively he began stroking into her again.

"Oh come on. I think she wants it harder than that don't you?" Marco asked as he reached the desk and began stroking Stacy's hair. In response Michael picked up pace until his hips were again slapping loudly against Stacy's ass.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Well, shit. What the bloody hell was Marco doing intruding into her study? Her mind was in a quandary.

"Oh, don't stop on my account.”

Marco’s voice held a dominant tone as he advanced into the room. Stacy shivered as she felt Marco’s eyes taking in her nude body. Her eyes never left Marco’s as he approached her spread out form on the desk. He ordered Michael to continue fucking her. It took Michael a moment, but he started up again, his balls slapping against her ass. Stacy let out a small moan as Marco advanced further into the room and stroked her hair. Her hands gripped the desk tighter; her eyes were on Marco’s.

Oh god, there were two of them in the same room with her. Marco’s eyes gleamed with an unholy light as he watched Michael’s cock slam into her from behind and the sound of sex filled the room again. Her internal muscles stretched to accommodate his cock, making another moan slip from her throat. Those same muscles clenched around his cock, milking it each time it slammed to the back of her tunnel. Her eyes beckoned Marco.

 

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With nightfall having fully arrived the demons bolted from the confines of the cellar and scattered through the house leaving wisps of black smoke fanning out in their trail. Several of them made their way to the staff's quarters while one made a direct path to the upper level of the house to seek the energy he could already feel flowing from it. The apparition made his way down the hall then into the office passing through each of the bodies he found there and intermingled his own desires into their already voracious appetites.

Michael had done as Marco had told him but he was apprehensive about how Stacy might respond to it. Those concerns seemed to almost instantly melt away though when he felt a cool breeze wash across his skin sending a chill through him. "That's right, moan like the slut you are." he growled out before landing a hard slap across her ass. His hands then gripped her hips hard as he redoubled his efforts thrusting into her.
Marco himself felt an immediate change in his demeanor though it was nowhere near as dramatic as Michael's. Reaching for her arm he tugged Stacy a little further toward the side of the desk until she was positioned just right. "I think you know what I want." he said as he loosened his belt then let his pants fall down around his ankles. Though he'd had her throat earlier in the day he was eager to feel it's snug embrace again.

The demon swirled above them soaking in all of their energy and feeling his strength surge more by the moment. "Yessss, yessss." he hissed as he watched Marco slide between her lips then press deeper until she'd nearly taken his entire length.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Michael’s words then the hard slap across her ass filled her with excitement. She felt her pussy muscles ripple and milk his cock as he drove into her with renewed vigor.

"I think you know what I want."

Marco’s words had her lifting her head and watching as his cock sprang free of his pants. Hard. Pulsing. A hint of precum leaking from the slit in the head that was pointed right her. Marco fisted the base of his cock, guiding it right to Stacy’s lips. She knew exactly what he wanted. Her lips wantonly opened and allowed him to slide into the warmth of her mouth. Her lips closed around him as she started to suck, pulling him in deeper even as Marco started to feed his length to her. He slid to the back of her throat and she loosened it up to allow him to slid even further in. She murmured around him, a sound of decadent pleasure as both men kept feeding her their cocks.

 

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"Here, let's get this off of you." Marco said as his hips continued to rock back and forth sending him deep down her throat. His fingers closed around the zipper of Stacy's sundress then lowered it quickly and with a tug he pulled it up and over her head while taking a step back and removing his cock from her mouth to let it pass. "Yeah, that's much better."

Her bra was next to go and a moment later Marco had her naked on the desk in front of him. Even consumed by a lust more powerful than anything he'd ever experienced before, Michael still couldn't believe what was happening. In a matter of moments Stacy had transformed from their formidable employer to a fuck doll allowing herself to be used by both of them and it was startling how easily she seemed to make the transition. What that also told him was that she could easily make the transition back so taking something like this for granted was probably a mistake he'd regret. For now though, he was content to let this play out as long as she seemed to be into it.

"Turn her over!" Marco barked out to Michael as he pulled out of her mouth once again.

It was clear to Michael that it was Marco who was in charge of what was going on so he obeyed, pulling out of Stacy then helping to roll her onto her back.

"Yeah, that's better." Marco said as he tugged her into position so that her head was hanging off the edge of her desk. "Now let's have that mouth again."

While Marco drove into Stacy's throat again Michael lifted each of her legs over his shoulders and began to take her again. As he did, he watched as Marco reached down and took her nipples between his fingers, pinching them hard as he stroked his cock in and out of her mouth.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Marco’s hands were pushing the zipper of her sundress down, but Stacy hardly noticed. She was far too busy with his cock sliding down her throat to notice anything else until he withdrew just long enough to tug the material over her head. With a hand on the base of his cock, he guided the head back to her mouth and when she opened her thirsty lips, he slid back in and started fucking her face again. Shortly after that, Marco was barking orders again and Stacy found herself flipped over. Her head was placed so it hung over an edge of the desk.

"Yeah, that's better. Now let's have that mouth again."

Stacy gasped around Marco’s cock as Michael lifted her legs over his shoulders and guided his cock past her other lips and deep into her body. As Michael started pumping into her, she moaned around Marco. So deep and hitting all the right spots. Her hips pumped back at Michael. Her mouth tightened around Marco’s cock. Her tongue swirled around Marco’s hardness. Her pussy clamped around Michael’s. She was a vessel for their use and their pleasure and she was wallowing in it.

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The demon in the room with them was howling in pleasure. It inhaled deeply, drinking in the energy the humans were putting forth. And the sex… oh, the sex. The more excitable the humans got, the more he egged them on. It wanted more.