That’s enough extra stimulation to send him tumbling over the edge. He thrusts into her touch and his cock twitches under her fingers. He comes hard enough to spatter hot white streaks up the front of her dress, moaning with each pulse wrung from him.

And around them the watching demons sigh, breathing in the wild energy.

Had they been sober this would be the place he’d beg for a moment to flop bonelessly and catch his breath, but the pulse of the poison spurs him on. He doesn’t want to stop, realises he might have to stop, but there like a gift of god is another shot just in reach.

He downs one without hesitation and tilts the other one to Belladonna’s lips, urging her to drink. Already he’s hardening again