Jadea and the Twins

The dim glow of candlelight flickered across the worn wooden floor of the twins’ basement, casting long, wavering shadows against the stone walls. Kyle and Jared had cleared the space earlier that evening, pushing aside old boxes and draping a threadbare velvet cloth over the makeshift altar—a rickety table they’d salvaged from a garage sale. The air smelled of dust, melted wax, and something sharper, metallic, like the faint tang of blood from the shallow cuts they’d made on their palms. The brothers had been joking at first, laughing as they traced the strange symbols from the dog-eared grimoire they’d found tucked behind a loose shelf in the library’s occult section. Neither of them actually believed it would work. But the moment their blood dripped onto the sigil carved into the table, the candles flared violently, their flames twisting into unnatural, serpentine shapes. The temperature in the room plummeted, their breath misting in the air as the shadows at the edges of the basement seemed to move, coiling inward like living things. Kyle’s smirk faltered, his green eyes widening as the grimoire’s pages fluttered shut on their own, the leather cover slamming with a sound like a gunshot. Jared, usually the more level-headed of the two, felt his pulse hammering in his throat, his cock already stirring with a mix of fear and something far more primal. Neither of them had time to react before the air ripped—a sound like fabric tearing, but deeper, wetter, as if reality itself had been slit open. Then she stepped through. Jadea emerged from the void like a sin given flesh, her long, crimson hair cascading down her back in waves that seemed to catch the light even in the dimness. Her horns—sleek, black, and curling backward like a ram’s—gleamed as she straightened, her pointed ears twitching slightly, as if tuning into the twins’ rapid heartbeats. The skimpy outfit she wore left little to the imagination: a corset of black leather laced so tightly it made her breasts swell obscenely, the deep cleavage framed by silver chains that jingled with every movement. Her hips were wrapped in nothing but a few strips of red silk, barely covering the smooth, toned flesh of her thighs, and the high slits revealed the shadowed promise of what lay between. Her skin was flawless, a warm bronze that seemed to shimmer in the flickering light, and when she smiled, her teeth were just a little too sharp. “Well, well,” she purred, her voice like smoked honey, thick with amusement. “Two little mortals playing with forces they don’t understand.” She took a step forward, her bare feet silent against the wood, her crimson nails tapping idly against her thigh. “I do love a good summoning.” Kyle swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He and Jared were identical in nearly every way—same lean, muscular builds, same freckled skin, same unruly red hair—but where Kyle’s expression was frozen in shock, Jared’s had already darkened with hunger. His gaze raked over Jadea’s body, lingering on the way her corset pushed her tits together, the dark nipples just visible above the leather. His cock was fully hard now, straining against his jeans, and he made no effort to hide his reaction. “Fuck,” Jared breathed, his voice rough. “You’re real.” Jadea laughed, a rich, throaty sound that made Kyle’s stomach clench. “Oh, darling, I’m very real.” She reached out, trailing a fingernail along the edge of the altar, her gaze flicking between them. “And since you two were kind enough to call me here, I suppose I should thank you properly.” Her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip, and Kyle’s breath hitched as he imagined that tongue doing other, far filthier things. “Tell me, boys… do you know what happens when you summon a demon like me?” Kyle finally found his voice, though it came out higher than he intended. “We—we just wanted to see if it worked. We didn’t mean to—” “Bullshit,” Jared cut in, stepping closer, his body practically vibrating with need. “We knew exactly what we were doing.” His hand twitched at his side, as if he were fighting the urge to reach for her. “And if you’re here to thank us…” His grin turned wicked. “I can think of a few ways you could do that.” Jadea’s eyes gleamed, her pupils dilating as she took in Jared’s boldness. “Mmm, I like him,” she murmured, before turning her attention back to Kyle, who was still frozen in place, his cock aching in his pants. “But what about you, sweet thing? Do you want me as much as your brother does?” She closed the distance between them in two long strides, pressing her body against his. The heat of her radiated through his clothes, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Or are you just going to stand there while I fuck him senseless...?”