The Devil’s Triangle

I never believed in fate or destiny until that Halloween night in New Orleans, when I stumbled into what felt like a pact with the devil himself. Or rather, herself, times two. 

Bourbon Street was alive with chaos: costumes, beads, jazz spilling from every bar, the air thick with sweat and sin. I was dressed as a generic devil, red horns, tail, black suit, nothing original, but it got me a few laughs and free shots.

That’s where I met them: Lila and Serena. They were at a dimly lit voodoo-themed bar called The Crossroads, perched on stools like sirens waiting for their prey. Lila was tall and athletic, with fiery red hair cascading down her back, pale skin, and green eyes that pierced right through you. She wore a skimpy black latex dress with devil wings and a pitchfork accessory. Serena was her contrast, petite, curvy, with smooth caramel skin, dark curls, and full lips painted blood red. Her outfit was a matching red latex number, complete with horns and a tail that swished playfully.

“Nice horns,” Lila said, smirking as I approached the bar for another drink. “But ours are sharper.”

I laughed, clinking my glass against theirs. “I’ll take my chances. Ryan, by the way.”

“Serena,” the shorter one purred, her voice like velvet. “And this is Lila. We’re the Devil’s Duo tonight. Care to make it a triangle?”

The flirtation was instant and electric. We talked for hours, about the city’s haunted history, our wildest fantasies, the thrill of anonymity in costumes. They were locals, friends since college, and shared everything, they hinted with winks and touches that lingered too long. By midnight, the bar was throbbing with music, and Serena pulled me onto the dance floor, grinding against me while Lila watched, sipping her drink with a predatory smile.

“Let’s get out of here,” Lila whispered in my ear later, her hand sliding down my back to grab my ass. “We have a place nearby. Unless you’re scared of a little hellfire.”

My pulse raced. “Lead the way.”

Their apartment was a short walk away, in a creaky old French Quarter building with wrought-iron balconies and flickering gas lamps. Inside, it was a kinky paradise: red velvet curtains, black leather furniture, candles everywhere, casting shadows that danced like demons. A large mirror hung on one wall, facing a king-sized bed draped in satin sheets. Toys were scattered on a side table, cuffs, whips, plugs, lube, like an invitation to indulgence.

“Welcome to our lair,” Serena said, locking the door behind us. She pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard, her tongue tasting of whiskey and cherries. Lila joined, pressing against my side, her hands unbuttoning my shirt.

“You’re ours tonight,” Lila murmured, nipping at my neck.

We stripped slowly, teasing each other. Serena’s red latex peeled off to reveal lacy black lingerie that hugged her curves, her nipples hard through the fabric. Lila was bare underneath her dress, smooth, toned body, a small tattoo of a pentagram on her hip. My cock was already straining against my pants as they pulled them down, freeing me.

“Impressive,” Serena cooed, wrapping her small hand around my shaft. “Think you can handle two devils at once?”

“Only one way to find out,” I replied, voice rough with desire.

They led me to the bed, pushing me onto my back. Lila straddled my face, her pussy already wet and glistening, while Serena climbed onto my cock, sinking down slowly.

“Oh fuck, he’s thick,” Serena moaned, starting to ride me. Her tight heat gripped me like a vice, hips rolling in slow circles.

Lila lowered herself onto my mouth, grinding against my tongue. 

I dove in eagerly, tasting her sweetness, musky and addictive. My hands gripped her thighs as I lapped at her clit, sucking gently while she rocked above me. Serena bounced faster on my cock, her breasts heaving, one hand reaching back to fondle my balls.

“Look at him, devouring you,” Serena said to Lila, leaning forward to kiss her deeply. Their tongues tangled above me, hands roaming each other’s bodies, pinching nipples, slapping asses.

The sight was intoxicating. I thrust up into Serena, matching her rhythm, while my tongue flicked faster against Lila’s swollen nub. She came first, shuddering, flooding my mouth with her juices, crying out in ecstasy.

“My turn,” Lila said breathlessly, switching places. She impaled herself on my cock, reverse cowgirl style, her ass cheeks spreading as she took me deep.

“God, yes,” she gasped. “Fill me up, you devil.”

Serena straddled my face now, her darker folds pressing against my lips. I sucked her clit hard, slipping two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot. She ground down, moaning loudly.

Lila rode me harder, her walls clenching around my length. I could feel every ridge, every pulse. The room filled with wet sounds, slapping skin, slurping tongues, gasps and groans.

We shifted again. They pushed me to the edge of the bed, both on their knees before me. Serena took my cock into her mouth first, deepthroating with ease, while Lila licked my balls, sucking one into her warm mouth.

“Fuck, you two are incredible,” I groaned, head thrown back.

They switched, Lila, sucking me sloppily, saliva dripping down my shaft, while Serena tongued my tip, flicking the sensitive underside.

“Ready for the real fun?” Lila asked, pulling away with a pop. She grabbed cuffs from the table, snapping them around my wrists and securing me to the bedposts.

“Now you’re trapped,” Serena laughed wickedly. “Our plaything.”

They climbed back on, Lila on my cock, Serena on my face, but this time with toys. Lila grabbed a vibrating plug, lubing it up and sliding it into her ass while she rode me.

Serena held a small whip, cracking it lightly across Lila’s breasts, making her yelp and clench around me.

“Harder,” Lila begged. “Punish me.”

Serena obliged, whipping softly then soothing with her tongue. I thrust up as best I could, bound as I was, my tongue working overtime on Serena’s clit.

They came together, Lila’s pussy spasming around my cock, Serena gushing on my face. The intensity pushed me over: I exploded inside Lila, filling her with hot spurts, groaning into Serena’s folds.

But they weren’t done. Uncuffing me, they flipped positions. Serena lay on her back, legs spread wide. Lila guided me into Serena’s pussy while she straddled Serena’s face, facing me.

“Fuck her hard,” Lila ordered, kissing me as I pounded into her friend.

Serena’s tongue worked Lila from below, and I reached down to rub Serena’s clit. The triangle was complete, bodies intertwined, pleasure looping endlessly.

“Deeper, Ryan,” Serena muffled from beneath Lila. “Make me scream.”

I slammed in, balls deep, the bed shaking. Lila pinched Serena’s nipples, twisting just enough to elicit moans.

“I’m close,” I panted.

“Cum inside her,” Lila whispered. “Then lick it out with me.”

That sent me over again, pumping Serena full. As I pulled out, Lila dove down, lapping at the creampie, sharing messy kisses with Serena. I joined, our tongues mingling in the sticky mix.

We collapsed, spent and sweaty, laughing in the afterglow.