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coarse brush of hair on his partner’s thighs, rubbing against his own, the thickness of Locan’s engorged cock clasped tightly in Jett’s right hand, and the firm weight of Locan’s testicles cupped in his left. Jett was every bit as aware of the wrinkled sac he held as he was of the calluses on the fingers that gently tugged and rolled the two orbs within.
    He was feeling it—seeing it—all from both points of view. Even as he reveled in the sensations directly related to his own thrust and retreat, Jett was fully aware of the piercing fullness as Locan experienced the act, the thick slide of Jett’s cock filling him to the point of pain and yet giving nothing but pleasure, the way his fingers felt as he slid up and down Locan’s cock, squeezing tightly as they slid his foreskin over the slick crown and then down again, sliding soft skin over an erection as hard as iron.
    He leaned close and kissed Locan’s broad shoulder, and realized there was a third point of view as he absorbed the taste of Addie on his tongue, the soft lips full and slick against his mouth. So many sensations, such intense feelings that they looped, one upon the other upon the next. Over and over, until he lost touch with the feelings, lost his anchor and floated within the colorful sensation of an impossible world once again.
    And this time, he knew. That part of his mind that seemed to function independently of conscious thought must have been busily working through ideas totally apart from the amazing sensation of their tightly linked sexual experience. And the ideas he worked on were coming directly from Addie’s mind. Her link to his was so complete they delved within the same set of memories, the same bits and pieces of information.
    He felt the first tingling at the base of his spine even as his imaginary vagina rippled with an oncoming climax. His balls tightened with too much sensation, too much to ignore. Orgasm slammed into him, into all of them, but when Jett raised his head in a feral cry of pleasure, it wasn’t merely a groan.
    It was the answer to their question.
    “The Trials of Moloch.” It felt as if the unfamiliar words ripped from his throat. He let out a huge gasp of air and thrust harder, spilling his seed deep inside Locan.
    Addie’s scream ended on a burst of laughter. “You’re right,” she panted. “I remember that game. That’s why the demon looks familiar. All of them are characters from The Trials of Moloch.” She blew out a deep breath, sucked in another as her pussy clenched rhythmically, perfectly synced with Jett’s body, with Locan’s, so that all three felt each sensual contraction. “So what do we do about them?”
    Locan rested his forehead on Addie’s belly. “They’re demons. Don’t we just figure out a way to kill the little bastards?”
    “They’re not real demons.” Addie raised up on her elbows. “They’re characters from a fairly harmless video game. I think it’s only rated PG. Something is bringing them to life. We just need to figure out who’s bringing them into the real world and stop them so we can get the demon characters back into the game.”
    “One of them did eat the assistant director.” Jett continued slowly sliding his hand up and down Locan’s softening cock, but since Locan wasn’t complaining, he kept it up. Somehow the repetitive motion helped him think. “But I agree—the one we caught doesn’t seem all that scary.”
    He realized Locan was getting hard again. Any other time, that would be great, but they didn’t have time now. That sense of anxiety was returning, along with the need to go back to the Hollywood Hills. “Sorry, big guy. Play time’s over.” Jett planted a kiss on the back of Locan’s neck and slowly withdrew. As Locan’s taut muscles released his full length, Jett felt more relief than anything when he realized their link hadn’t gone nearly as deep as he’d feared.
    Ideas, but no deep, dark secrets . . . not that he actually