That Damn Imp Ch 15 The End

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Koshka was at Malcolm's apartment, relaxing and watching one of the more popular shows on streaming as she did some work on her laptop. She was clad comfortably in a long-sleeved shirt and comfortable capris. This apartment had high ceilings and an open, modern design, which made it easy for him to fly around -- which he was doing now as Puck.

Every few minutes, Puck would come up to her, either moving to the floor and then peering at her from behind her laptop screen, to which she would good-naturedly blow a raspberry or make a face. Other times, he would drift by behind her and steal a kiss from her cheek or temple. He kept his distractions far enough apart that she could finish her work in fair time. Finally, she closed her laptop and reclined back on the couch, watching the show as she sipped her tea.

"Did you drink a gallon of Red Bull or something?" she playfully griped as he zipped around in the airy space of the apartment. Fae and demons with wings could fly, but they were still bound by the laws of aerodynamics. Puck on the other hand... fuck aerodynamics and gravity and physics and all that.

"Red Bull's for chumps," he teased, flitting over and hovering beside her. "So, you done working now?" He made a face at the word 'working' as if the thought disgusted him. Of course, they both knew he was just playing. "Finally prepared to give your undivided attention to me?" Puck dropped to his feet and sat down on the floor in front of her. Tilting his head back, he offered puppy-dog eyes and a fake pout.

"Well, I suppose a shoulder rub would feel great," Koshka replied in affected casualness.

He smirked and floated off the floor, positioning himself behind the couch. "Something like this?" He leaned over, running a trail of kisses along her neck before focusing back in on the massaging.

"Mmm." She nodded faintly, giving out a satisfied sigh as she felt the hands knead her shoulders and back. "Mmm. Yes, that's it..."

Puck continued his work, small hands skillfully relaxing the muscles in her shoulders and upper back. Centuries of practice made for a skilled touch, Puck focusing and putting that knowledge to work.

"Feel nice?" he asked, rhetorically. "I like doing this. Gives me the chance to run my hands over you. Anywhere else you particularly tense?" He kissed her neck again, his face rubbing against her hair as his hands continued their work.

"I'm sure you'd like for me to say my tits or ass, hmm?" she asked playfully as his hands moved to her lower back. She relaxed further, the minor aches of the day slipping away.

"Or anywhere else," he murmured, slowly exploring, enjoying the curves of her muscles. "How are your feet feeling? Your legs? Your tits? I'll gladly massage you all over."

She submitted to his touch, barely paying attention to the television as his hands moved along her body, massaging her feet and legs. After a while, she beckoned to him, like she wanted to whisper into his ear. "Psst. Hey, come here. I have a secret to share with you."

Puck grinned, crawling up over her body and turning his head so she could whisper in his pointed ear. "What is it?" He inquired, hands reaching up further, running through her hair.

She blew and nibbled on his ear for a moment, before she imparted her next words with calm seriousness. "I'm not wearing any panties." She'd taken them off before settling in for the night. She then turned her attention back to the TV as if she'd only made a casual comment about the show.

"Oh really?" Puck pressed, playfully frowning when her attention turned back to the show. "You know eventually, I'm going to have to take advantage of that. For now though," he rolled to sit beside her, hands going back to her shoulders, "you still seem a little tense. Here..."

"And here," Malcolm suddenly murmured from the floor, picking up and squeezing her feet. He smiled up at her warmly, his hands working over her familiar flesh.

As Puck continued kneading her shoulders, he leaned in, nipping at her ear as he whispered. "You're not the only one with secrets. I've been working on this new trick, just for you."

She closed her eyes at the massage on her shoulders. Mm. Yes. Then her feet, and Malcolm's voice, and for a moment she thought Puck had changed back to Malcolm. But her shoulders were still being massaged, and then she heard two voices, back and forth. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked to see Puck and then glanced forward to meet eyes with Malcolm. Suddenly, the memory of Puck asking for a threesome came afresh to her mind, and the faintest of smiles came to her lips at his explanation.

"Your skills are impressive, Puck. Once again, I continue to be amazed by them," she admitted. There was magic to create doppelgangers, but that had its limits. It appeared that Malcolm was more than a simple golem meant to act like his master.

"If you think these skills are impressive, just wait," Puck teased, nipping at her ear. Slowly, his hands slid down from her shoulders, cupping her breasts. He squeezed and massaged, running his thumbs over her top.

Meanwhile, as Puck worked his way down, Malcolm began his climb up. "You are rather tense, my dear," he murmured, his larger, stronger hands slowly crawling up her inner thighs. "Whatever is it going to take to relax you?" One hand made its way between her legs, running over her slowly and firmly. All the while Malcolm watched, reading her expression, and wanting Koshka to enjoy the sight of both his forms exploring her body.

She could not help but respond to his touch, but then Malcolm/Puck never failed to make her heated with certain touches. She breathed out and swallowed thickly as thumbs kneaded across her nipples, a hand between her legs... gods. "Puck... Malcolm.." she moaned, spreading herself for Malcolm.

Malcolm's hand pressed against her, rubbing at the wetness beginning to form beneath her pants. And, speaking of pants, his free hand moved to her waistline, starting to pull them down.

As her pants slid downward, Puck took hold of her shirt and pulled it up. Both he and Malcolm murmured eagerly, though not in sync; each seemingly independent of the other. Still, both had to take the time to admire Koshka as they worked eagerly at undressing her.

She lifted her arms and hips in surrender, allowing the garments to be removed from her body. Evidence of her arousal was clear -- her blush, erect nipples, wet pussy, and her spicy scent of arousal as she wiggled around provocatively for them.

The sight was enough to get both of them quickly out of their clothes as well, tossing them aside haphazardly. Switching places, Malcolm settled in beside her, his hand resting on her cheek. Leaning in, he kissed her eagerly, moaning hotly against her mouth. His thumb rubbed affectionately as his other hand worked its way into her hair.

Puck, watching, kissed his way teasingly up her thighs, switching from one to the other. Despite the teasing, his eagerness was all too obvious. Before long, he kissed the lips of her sex, sliding his tongue inside her. He continued to watch, drinking in the sight of her and Malcolm, listening to their sounds as he licked, kissed, and sucked at the wet warmth between her legs. He had to admit, it was curious seeing himself from this vantage.

As Malcolm plundered her mouth, she could not help but respond in kind, touching his face and hair, inhaling the faint scent of the cologne that Puck had so carefully selected when he created his Malcolm persona. Her hand found the back of his neck, her fingers stroking his soft blonde hair. As she felt Puck's breath on her thighs, she knew what was to come, and spread further in eager anticipation, moaning into Malcolm's mouth as she felt Puck start to kiss her pussy with the same ardor that Malcolm was kissing her mouth.

Malcolm leaned into the kiss with equal fervor, his hand sliding from her cheek to her breast. He gave a firm squeeze, teasing the nipple with a fingertip as his tongue danced along hers. Puck offered a moan of his own, pressing his mouth eagerly to her sex. His fingers slid beneath it, entering her, slowly going deep. He flicked his tongue across her clit, his free hand running up and down the length of his hard cock.

Malcolm broke the kiss for a breath, quickly following it with another, just as eager. Taking Koshka's arm, he slid her hand down into his lap. He throbbed against her hand, fully erect. He moaned deeply against her mouth, his kiss hungry and aggressive.

Taking in this silent request, she started to pump him, her hand sliding up and down with easy confidence as she continued the kiss, her other hand reaching down to tangle into Puck's long hair, feeling the silken strands between her fingers as he went in deep, his fingers probing and stroking her, and she mewled their names against Malcolm's mouth, her mouth, pussy, and both hands now well-occupied.

Both offered sounds of pleasure in reply, Malcolm growling playfully against her mouth, as Puck murmured warmly on her pussy. Puck's fingers slid deeper, curling inside her as he sucked at her lips and clit. He leaned his head, pressing into her touch, all too welcoming of a hand in his hair.

Malcolm broke the kiss again, looking into Koshka's eyes with passionate intensity. He took hold of her hair, pulling her neck to his mouth. He kissed and nibbled where it met her shoulder, working his way up and nipping at her ear. "There's so much we can do to you like this," he offered, hinting at what was to come. "Mmm, you know just how to handle my cock."

"I've had threesomes before and I'm sure you have, Puck. But I've never had an experience quite like this, and I am sure it will be memorable for us." She shivered under his kisses and nibbles. When he'd loosened his grip, she lowered her head to suck his cock, pumping the lower half of it as she swirled her tongue along the head of his cock, feeling her orgasm from Puck's ministrations approaching.

"Mmm, fuck," Malcolm gasped, shifting his hips with her movements, fucking her mouth. His hand found her hair, taking a firm hold of it, allowing enough leeway for her to move as she saw fit.

Puck grinned, his fingers and tongue working her over eagerly. As he saw her take Malcolm's cock in her mouth, he moaned loudly, his fingers beginning to work even faster. "That's it," he urged, stopping just long enough to offer encouragement before returning his attention to her clit.

She wiggled her hips at Puck and gave a sudden, sharp moan around Malcolm's cock as she orgasmed, her thighs quivering against the sides of Puck's face. She went further now, deep-throating Malcolm and humming as she felt him throb under him. After she'd recovered from her orgasm, she redoubled her efforts to bring him to his own

Both Puck and Malcolm moaned as Koshka took more of the cock into her mouth. Malcolm's hold on her tightened. Puck, gasping for breath as he felt Koshka work Malcolm's cock, lapped at the wetness of her orgasm. Climbing over her, he pressed the head of his cock against her sex, rubbing teasingly and continuing to play at entering her, watching with wide eyes as she sucked Malcolm.

When she heard Puck's moans, she was quick to deduce that the pair were linked -- and after all, they were the same person, weren't they? She hummed an old song, the vibrations of her throat pushing Malcolm to the edge. When Puck started to teasingly poke at her, she wiggled against him but did not thrust at him yet, as she knew that she and Puck were more focused on Malcolm at the moment.

Malcolm's eyes rolled back, lifting his hips and pushing his length into her mouth. He gave out a short groan, giving her hair an affectionate tug as he filled her mouth with his passion.

Puck's moan was just as intense as he absorbed the sensations from this extension of himself, his head thrown back, his body quivering with the orgasm. The motion was enough to cause his cock to push inside her. His hands rested on the couch, his chest rising and falling with each heavy, rapid breath.

Mmm, this is interesting, Koshka noted as she watched how Puck reacted to his counterpart's pleasure, continuing to suck Malcolm off, licking him clean and swallowing every last drop of his cum, and massaging his balls as she did so. This motion ensured that he remained hard, and finally, she pulled herself off his cock and turned her attention back to Puck, seeing that handsome, impish face mere inches from her own. "What are you waiting for?" she mock-challenged.

He grinned, took hold of her legs, and thrust himself hard and deep. He watched for her reaction, pressing his full length eagerly into her. Malcolm barely had a moment to recover before Puck began taking her. He reached over, giving one of Koshka's tits a squeeze, watching the other bounce with each thrust. His mouth found its way to her neck, then lower, joining his hand in offering attention. His tongue flicked at her nipple as his eyes went from Koshka, to Puck, and back again.

"Yes. Oh gods, yes..." With being fucked, kissed, and having her tits played with, she was in bliss. She responded eagerly to anything and everything either man might do to her, reaching out and touching both of them, her hands and nails running along various parts of their anatomy that came within her reach, clenching around Puck and holding Malcolm's head lovingly.

Eventually, his thrusts ceased, and Puck pulled out slowly. Just as he did, Malcolm pulled Koshka onto his lap. He kept her facing outward, sliding his cock up into her, leaning against the back of the couch. His hands reached around to play with her tits as he rocked his hips, plowing up into her eagerly.

Puck grinned, taking a moment to watch the show, stroking himself. The sensation was unique, feeling like he was inside her while still jerking himself off. Kneeling in front of her, his mouth found her sex for a second time. As Malcolm's cock thrust deep, Puck's tongue flicked out, easily able to run over her clit. He moaned loudly against her, his tongue darting side to side, dancing over the sensitive nub as Malcolm fucked her wildly.

"Oh!" Her eyes rolled back in her head as she cried out Puck's name weakly, feeling Malcolm push up into her fiercely as Puck teased her expertly. "If... if you keep doing that, I'm... I'm... ah!" Koshka let out a sharp groan as she had another orgasm, feeling Malcolm's hands squeeze and play with her tits. Her head lolled back on the blonde's shoulder.

Malcolm nipped at her neck, his thrusts continuing through the length of her orgasm. They slowed, each one deliberate and deep as he gave her every last bit of him.

Puck smiled against her pussy, watching as she climaxed. Moving from her clit, he licked and sucked at her juices. Then, sliding slowly up her body, he met her gaze and grinned. "Whatever shall we do to you?" He asked, moaning softly as Malcolm continued to slowly thrust his full length in and out of her. "So many possibilities..."

"A whole world of possibilities..." Koshka whispered, wrapping her arms around him, holding him close as she nibbled along his ear. Even Malcolm shuddered at the sensation of having Puck's ears nibbled, and she chuckled as she felt both men tremble under her gentle assault on this sensitive spot of his. She playfully growled and breathed against the warm cartilage of his earlobe.

Puck's soft mewls mingled with the deeper sounds of Malcolm's pleasure, both of them gasping for breath. Malcolm's thrusts slowed and stopped, his cock staying inside her as he took in all the sensation they offered one another. His hands ran over her breasts again, caressing, massaging, each touch a showing of appreciation.

With Koshka's attention on his ears, Puck couldn't do much. He moaned and ran his hands into her hair, tilting and shifting to stay close to her skillful, teasing mouth. "Koshka," he whispered, "mmm..."

"Who would think that ears could be so sexy?" she teased as she nibbled along one and then the other, running her finger along the long lobe to the point of them. One of her hands trailed down to reach his ass, groping it gently as she pulled him closer, feeling his erection press against her stomach. She wiggled against him and Malcolm, clenching around Malcolm.

He curled up in her lap, arms wrapping around her, his head continuing to shift to keep her attention on his ear. He moaned in his throat, and gasped warmly against her, his grip on her tightening. As he did, he had Malcolm thrust into her slowly and deliberately, savoring the sensation of Koshka clenching around him.

Koshka was content with this slower pace for a while, simply focusing on the feeling of being sandwiched between the two men. She continued to grope Puck's ass with one hand, flexing her stomach against his erection as her free hand ran through his hair before forming a grip at the back of his neck, moving from his ears to his lips to kiss him languorously, taking her time to enjoy all the sensations.

He ran his hands up into her hair, enjoying the softness of it between his fingers. Malcolm rested his head against the back of the couch, relaxing, basking in the feel of everything, just as she did.

"You're fucking amazing, you know that?" Koshka whispered as she looked up at the Puck with half-lidded eyes. "I never want to let you go." She nibbled along his jaw, the hand moving from his ass to reach between their bodies so she could stroke his erection.

"Then don't," he urged, pressing his cock against her hand. He tilted his head, meeting her mouth for a slow, passionate kiss. Beneath her, Malcolm offered kisses of his own, across her shoulders, along her neck, nipping occasionally at her ears. His thrusts continued, slowly, feeling every inch of her wet pussy.

Her other hand reached down to where she and Malcolm were connected, and while she stroked Puck, she massaged Malcolm's balls, feeling both men twitch in response as she gave them both a gentle but firm squeeze around their respective parts. "Don't? That's an excellent idea, Puck. Because why would I let you go?" She gave his cock another squeeze to punctuate her statement as she wiggled on top of Malcolm.

Puck gave out an amorous growl that Malcolm echoed, lost in the sensation of her attentions. Puck's hips shifted, his cock rubbing against her grip. Malcolm's movements became more deliberate, thrusting as he pushed against the attention from her hand.

"I can't think of any good reason," Puck teased. "So we can just keep doing this all night, you and me. I just want to please you."

She breathed heavily as she felt Malcolm push into her. "Oh gods yes.,.. fuck..." Her grip on both men tightened as she felt Malcolm push in deeply, again.

"So this is what you want for now, hmm?" Malcolm asked, pulling nearly out of her and then thrusting every inch of himself in deep. "A nice," he did it again, "deep," and again, "fuck?"

Puck chuckled with pleasure, both at the sensation and the sight of Koshka's arousal. Stepping onto the couch, his feet on either side of them and planted firmly on the cushions, he offered his cock for her mouth. He looked down at the two of them, grinning. "That's it," he urged, "fuck her harder."

Malcolm's next thrust was even more aggressive, his hands squeezing her tits as his hips slapped up against her ass.

"Yes. Hard. Deep. Go as deep as you need to," she encouraged Puck's human counterpart, as she looked up at the imp. "And by the way, that goes for you too, as well." She opened her mouth to admit him, taking him inch by inch, doing her damnedest to deep-throat the thick member. Every time Malcolm thrust up, she would thrust up at Puck as well, and she moaned at the sensation of being penetrated deeply at both ends. One of her hands went to Puck's hips, and the other one went to one of Malcolm's hands, resting atop it.