For not technically being damned, Kyle felt he was under a lot of scrutiny. He and Ryka were an attraction, a sideshow. Freaks. The parasite who had fallen in love with his host, and the host who had been reincarnated for his service to Lord Satan.

Gawkers stopped by far too frequently. Most were simply there to ogle the pair, eager to see if there was anything worth gossiping about. Demons were better at spreading rumors than even his teenage students had been.

But some visitors came with ill intent. Kyle was a sinner - his gray wings showed that plain enough - and many were of the opinion he should be treated like one, not rewarded as he so clearly had been. Though if they thought they were going to get away with wounding him as they’d done to Judas, they had another thing coming.

Because Ryka wasn’t going to stand aside and let Kyle become their punching bag. He had hoped Kyle wouldn’t need quite as much protection now as he had when alive, but that was apparently too much to ask. And he never shied from a fight. Not that it had come to that, at least not yet. His presence was threat enough.

And for the first time, Kyle understood why. Finally, he was able to feel what Ryka always had when they’d encountered other demons: their strength. In Lucifer’s presence, it was suffocating, the smothering weight of the power of Creation. Next to Ryka, he didn’t feel anything nearly so strong, but he still understood how dangerous his other half was. Especially in comparison to all those that came to intrude. They were all stronger than Kyle, he knew that right away, but few were a match for Ryka.

Those that were had only been by to see Hell’s newest demon and welcome the return of another. As promised, Anubis had made an appearance. It was strange for Kyle, who had once taught lessons on Egyptian mythology, to meet the God of the Dead face-to-face. Or face-to-snout. The ancient illustrations weren’t wrong about the jackal-headed demon’s appearance. He had actually been quite pleasant, polite even though it was curiosity that had driven him to visit.

Anubis wasn’t the only infamous caller. Plague had popped by as well. He hadn’t done anything to trigger Ryka’s protective instinct, but his presence had been discomfiting nonetheless. Maybe because Kyle had survived so much of his handiwork, a parade of pandemics that had taken a not-insignificant toll on mortal populations.

Or maybe it was his pale skin, draped on a stooped, skinny frame. Or his antlers, shreds of bloody velvet sloughing off almost constantly. His conversation had been mundane enough, but Kyle had been glad to see him go.

It was reassuring, knowing he was still safest with Ryka around. And his class - most especially Jinx, who he felt especially bonded to whether Muribelle’s suggestion was true or not - were afforded the same protection.

It just would have been nice not to need it for once.

***

“Welcome back.”

It was a voice Kyle recognized, and it immediately pulled him from his slumber. Blinking his eyes open, he turned his head in the direction of their balcony, already prepared to go hide himself at the back of their room while Ryka confronted whoever had dared to bother them.

But even more surprising than the arrival of a visitor was the fact that Ryka hadn’t yet chased them off. Instead, he stretched, long and languid, before climbing out of bed to greet their guest. A guest that was increasingly familiar to Kyle. How could he forget those wings? Black fading to rusty red, and deep garnet eyes to match.

“Hara?”

“I wasn’t sure you’d recognize me.”

“How could I not?” Truth be told, they did look different. They had the same handsome features; their wings and tail were just as Kyle remembered; horns maybe slightly longer, though Kyle found it hard to tell with their head of voluminous waves that stopped just short of chin-length. But they were back in their proper body, and that was new to Kyle, having only ever seen them as Ichiro’s parasite, forced to share his anatomy.

Without that constraint, they had their female attributes, too. Wider hips, a narrower waist and breasts. Ryka hadn’t been wrong - they looked good with tits. He surely appreciated them, stepping up behind Hara to reach around and cup them, already pinching and rolling Hara’s nipples. Hara sighed, leaning back against Ryka.

Sometimes, Kyle forgot Ryka didn’t really have preferences the way he did. Though with Hara, he found those going right out the proverbial window. Not that he’d taken much time to consider it, but he hadn’t been sure how he’d feel about a potential partner with dick and pussy both. And they certainly weren’t lacking either - an impressive cock, already fully erect, and engorged lips behind its base.

But Kyle very clearly remembered Hara’s face as they’d climaxed with Ryka way back when, and knew he wouldn’t mind being the one to make Hara feel that way now. Heart already racing, he reached down to adjust his own stiffening prick.

In the few moments he’d been distracted, both Hara and Ryka had aimed questioning glances at him. Did he want this? Absolutely. This was indeed a change from the visitors come to bother them. This was a much nicer welcome. He nodded, and both grinned.

“Reincarnation looks good on you,” Hara remarked, letting Ryka guide them to the bed. They landed on their knees, hinging forward to caress Kyle’s horns. They were still a little sensitive - not enough to take him to the brink, not like when he’d first woken in Hell. But a caress finished the job of getting him hard.

“You look good, too.” It felt like such a cheesy thing to say, but won him a smile. And a kiss. There was an approving grunt from Ryka, but Kyle suspected that had just as much to do with Hara reaching back to take Ryka in hand. Generous as they were, they offered Kyle the same treatment, closing a fist around his cock and slowly pumping its length. Kyle shuddered.

He wanted to make Hara feel good, too, but got hung up on the best way to do so. Given that the insides of their thighs were already wet, he didn’t think there was much he could do wrong. But it didn’t hurt to ask. “Um, what would you like-”

“Whatever you want. This is probably new to you, right?” As they spoke, Hara removed their hand, using their wrist to press their cock against their stomach while their fingers teased apart their lips. Kyle nodded, watching three fingers slide in easily past Hara’s knuckles. “I want whatever you want to do to me. How’s that?”

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Kyle swallowed and nodded again, glancing back up to meet first Hara’s gaze, then Ryka’s. His other half was busy sucking on Hara’s neck, an impressive bruise already blooming under his kiss. A little jealous, Kyle pulled Hara close, and Hara eagerly opened their mouth, inviting in Kyle’s tongue.

Envy appeased, Kyle reached down to touch them both, hands closing around his dick and Hara’s hefty member. They had left off fingering themself, hand now free to reach around and tease Kyle’s hole. “What is it you’d like?” Hara purred, as if they couldn’t tell by Kyle trying to sink back on their fingers.

“Fuck me.” So much for being the one to make Hara moan, he thought briefly. Though he was sure there’d be a chance. Especially after he’d cum once and had more brain power to spare on pleasure. Foreplay had become a quick fuck to burn off that initial spark of lust. After that, it was much easier to focus on giving and receiving pleasure, and spending as much time doing so as possible.

Ryka lifted his head, grinning. “I’d like to see that.”

As Kyle was gently pushed onto all fours, with Hara moving behind him, he wondered which voyeur’s view was better - sex with someone else through your partner’s eyes, or watching from a comfy spot on the same bed. Hara’s tongue in his ass prevented further reflection on the subject, but he suspected it might be the latter. At least based on how enthusiastically Ryka stroked himself while watching Kyle get eaten out.

Kyle whimpered and buried his face in the sheets. He had aimed a pleading glance at Ryka, hoping for some assistance with his already uncomfortable erection, but Ryka had only flashed him a devious grin. Apparently, he was sitting this round out.

At least Hara wasn’t going to be so cruel. “What is it you need?” they purred before slipping their tongue back inside.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Don’t apologize.” They pulled fully away, and Kyle felt hands on his hips, drawing them back. “Is it that you’re ready for this?” “This” was Hara’s cock, rubbing between his cheeks. He could feel precum dripping onto him, and knew he was leaking as well. He made a noise of affirmation. “I’m impatient, too. Most of us are.”

And then he was being penetrated, Hara’s thick length filling him up. He moaned, and swore he heard Ryka do the same. But he couldn’t find the will to lift his head and check. Eyes squeezed closed, he bit his lip and reached a hand down for his cock.

“No, let me.” Hara gently pushed his hand away, taking Kyle in their fist and letting him fuck into it, something Kyle did in time with Hara’s thrusts. It was only the other demon’s name coming out of his mouth in desperate pants, and it was a thrill to hear his in return as Hara pounded into him.

And it was nice to know that Hara hadn’t been just trying to be nice, they really were as eager as him. Because just as Kyle toppled over the edge, spilling into Hara’s hand, he felt their cock twitching inside him, filling him up.

Immediately, he wanted more. He pulled forward just enough that he could flip onto his back, barely managing not to smack Hara with his wings. Once settled, he grabbed behind his knees and offered himself up for another round. “Anything you want, beautiful,” Hara told him, plunging back in.

They leaned forward, enough to be able to reach Kyle’s lips with their own. It was much different than kissing Ryka, Kyle thought. But still so good. “Hold me,” Kyle managed, breathing the request into Hara’s mouth. Their hands replaced his, leaving him free to reach up and fondle Hara’s chest. It had been a very, very long time since he’d touched breasts, and he enjoyed it much more this time, no doubt because the owner of those breasts was ruthlessly fucking him, burying their cock to the hilt with each thrust.

As he had seen Ryka do, he teased Hara’s nipples, and they rewarded his efforts with sweet moans.

“Mind if I join?” Ryka - having given up his role as spectator - was behind Hara, trying to pin their wings to their sides. They obliged and folded them, giving Kyle and Ryka a better view of each other. Hara had nodded in response to Ryka’s query, and stilled their hips while Ryka lined himself up, cockhead nudging their lips apart.

Watching Hara’s face flood with ecstasy as Ryka ever-so-slowly worked himself in was a delight to see, and to feel. Having pulled most of the way out, Kyle was treated to much the same, Hara’s cock sliding deep with exquisite slowness. He must have been making a similar expression. “Was that good for you, too, stud?”

Kyle nodded. With a playful growl, Ryka started moving, setting the tempo for Hara as well. With Hara pushed even more forward, their chest was practically in Kyle’s face. Releasing one hand to jerk himself off, he used the other to cup one of Hara’s tits up to his mouth, flicking his tongue over the nipple.

“Oh!”

He would have made the same exclamation if his mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied. Because Hara was hitting his sweet spot, and he knew he was only moments from cumming again. They must have been, too, because they shifted down slightly to meet Kyle with a kiss.

Back arching and wings quivering, Kyle released. “Me, too,” Hara breathed, pushing in hard as they did the same. Ryka followed suit a moment later, and Kyle had the perfect view as his other half closed his eyes in bliss and tipped his head back, finishing with a lusty snarl.

Weight lifted from him as both Ryka and Hara backed away, and Ryka reached out a hand. Kyle took it, and was hauled to sitting, then into Ryka’s embrace. “We’re not done yet, right?” Kyle murmured, just for Ryka to hear.

“We’re just getting started, stud.”

***

No wonder most of demonkind hated him, Kyle thought, letting his head fall back on the mattress. He had sinned - quite egregiously, too - and was being handsomely rewarded for it. Not only did he earn reincarnation and the chance to be with Ryka forever, but he had little ones to care for. And apparently friends to screw around with.

On his right, Ryka was sprawled out, one wing folded up between them, the other hanging off the edge of the bed. One his left, Hara had curled into his side, forehead pressed into his ribs. He highly suspected he wouldn’t be having three-ways in Heaven.

With a satisfied sigh, he closed his eyes and rested his hands on his stomach. It was nice to relax. Because demons could become exhausted, and they had been at it for a long while, trying as many positions as possible, until all three had decided a nap was in order.

It was something Kyle had wanted to try in life, and was glad death granted him the opportunity. And a partner willing to share. Possessive as Ryka was, he was equally as greedy for a good time. Though apparently, there were some things he would now only allow Kyle to do to him. Ryka had made it abundantly clear he wouldn’t let Hara stick it in, but he’d had no qualms about letting their guest watch Kyle rail him.

Which had still left them plenty of options, and they’d tried as many as they could before settling down to rest. Kyle grinned, still tasting both of them in his mouth. Ryka was familiar to him, but Hara was new. And fun. He’d liked discovering what made them moan. Tongue, fingers, cock and tail, he’d used them all wherever Hara had requested.

Worn out as he was, he also now understood how little that affected demon libido. He remembered very well Ryka slouched and panting in front of the mirror, dick still as hard as if he’d just started playing with himself, not been at it for hours. That image, and recollections of what they’d just done, sent blood flowing right back to his groin.

Like he had a sixth sense for it - and maybe he did, for Kyle, anyhow - Ryka stirred next to him, lazily sliding a hand down to assist with Kyle’s growing problem. Kyle expected some sort of comment, but it was Hara that spoke, mumbling, “You know, I only live a few levels down.” Then they were scooting down, lending their mouth to Ryka’s efforts.

The good news just kept coming, Kyle thought, amazed how his luck had turned around.