Bellinor, Isabelle, and Rul from The Devil’s Menage by E.K. Datura – Art by akkito_ on IG
Content note: brief mention of baby / postpartum
This book was so much fun to write, and so different from my normal alien romances. I wanted to delve into the darkness of these three characters, while still having an underlying sweetness to the relationship (my favorite kind of dark romance), where they can all rejoice in their depravity together.
Isabelle is the sweet, submissive FMC, taken from her small town lead by a religious cult and thrust into the dark underbelly called le Voile. Two demons reside in the surreal palace, broody, sadistic Bellinor, and bratty, flirtatious Rul, the pair giving Isabelle exactly what she needs to renounce her old self and transform into something devilish.
I wrote the majority of this book in between my baby’s wake windows when I was newly postpartum and I felt like there was some sort of hormonal magic that made everything flow! Did I put off some other tasks like cleaning? Sure, but I think it was worth it in the end.
I came up with the title based on the slang calling a MMF threesome “The Devil’s Threesome”. I was worried threesome was too spicy for Amazon, so I switched it to menage instead! And of course, since I used the word menage, everything had to be French-coded, and I just love how it all turned out in the end!
Now, here’s a little snippet from the book. Warning for explicit sex, degradation, rough sex (blow job), restraints, and dubious consent.
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The bed shifted as Rul got off, stepping up to the footboard so she could see him once again. He removed his shirt, giving her a broad smile, then did the same with his pants, her mouth watering at the sight of his c***.
“So obedient,” he murmured, caressing her cheek. “Do you remember your lesson from yesterday?”
“Yes,” she said, knowing he expected a verbal answer, and he smiled, giving her face a pat.
“Good. Now open up, sweetheart. We need to get you ready for Bellinor. He’s not quite as gentle as me.”
She would hardly call him gentle, not when he fisted a knot of her hair and gripped her chin, giving her no time to prepare herself as he slid his c*** over her extended tongue. Ridges of glowing light rubbed over her lips, and she tried to breathe through her nose, her eyes focused solely on him.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” he said, punctuating each word with a shallow thrust that made her head spin.
She relaxed her throat as best as she could, spit dripping down her chin as the force of his c*** driving into her mouth filled the room with obscene squelching. The numbness was setting in, and she swirled her tongue with each thrust, enjoying the tingling sensation of him sliding down her throat.
“Just a bit more,” he gritted, and she took a deep breath of air through her nose before it was cut off by his c***.
Her eyes watered as he held her face to his pelvis, sliding a hand under her neck and pressing on the protrusion in her throat.
“Fuck,” he groaned, cupping his hand and sliding it across her neck, squeezing his own c*** through her delicate skin. “I can feel myself in there, bulging that pretty throat.”
Isabelle waved her hands, trying to tap his leg, but couldn’t reach him while in the restraints. She tried to suck in a breath, but no air entered her lungs, her eyes widening as he continued to stroke himself through her throat.
“I could come like this,” he groaned, bucking his hips slightly, though not giving her enough space for air.
Bile bubbled in her stomach, burning her throat as it came up, the gagging becoming unbearable. Stars dotted her vision, her silent pleas going unnoticed as Rul grunted.
When her eyesight started graying, he finally pulled out, dragging the slime from her throat with it. She coughed hard, trying to suppress her gag reflex as drool dripped from her used mouth.
Rul was fisting his c***, his eyes half-lidded as he stared down at her with a sneaky grin.
“Too much?”
“No,” she said, still gasping for air, though it very much had been.
Her brain was in a fog, completely focused on what he wanted without regard to her own ruin.
“Such a sweet thing,” he said, cupping her cheek.
The sound of the door opening shocked her back to the room, and her heart raced, already knowing who it was.
Could he somehow sense when she was most vulnerable?
“I thought I’d check and see if the painting supplies were adequate, but I see you’re a bit preoccupied,” Bellinor said with a hint of humor, coming into view with his arms crossed over his chest.
He was in his human form, dressed simply in an elegant white shirt and dark pants.
“Do you want to try her out? She’s got a tight little throat that’s just begging to be fucked by you. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Rul asked, slapping her cheek playfully.
“Yes,” she said, opening her mouth in offering.
Bellinor’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard as he stepped up to the bed.
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You can read the rest of the book on Amazon / Kindle Unlimited!
BLURB:
“Your goddess won’t protect you here, darling.”
In the small town of Marilet, Isabelle lives a life devoted to the Goddess. Her love for the moon mother is unconditional, but her piety is… wavering.
For so long, she has felt a shameful hunger within, a hunger not so easy to resist, no matter how much she prays for absolution.
When a mysterious stranger follows her home, she’s thrust into a world ruled by darkness and temptation. Under the dominion of the enigmatic devil and the alluring incubus, urges are awakened that she desperately wishes to keep buried.
As the twisted secrets of the Veil unfold, Isabelle discovers that the divine may be crueler than the damned, and that the love she’s yearned for might come from something other than salvation—surrender.
When sin feels like liberation, how far will she fall?
The Devil’s Menage is a dark demon romance standalone with a childfree HEA.
CONTENT & TROPES:
- MMF demon romance
- cozy & angsty
- stalking
- abduction
- religious repression/trauma
- self-flagellation/self harm (cilice, flogging)
- dubcon
- death in childbirth (mentioned, not described)
- passive suicidal ideation
- suicide (mentioned, not detailed)
- under-negotiated kink (no safeword or discussion)
- blood / gore
- blood play / knife play
- primal play
- somnophilia
- BDSM / sex dungeon
- free use
- slapping / spanking / pain
- throat training / breath play
- praise / degradation
- cock docking
- frotting
- spitting
- double penetration
- all holes filled
E.K. Darnell Books 
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