by Eve Newton
However, this is her time now. She will get everything she asked for, and more.
“Come with me.” I hold my hand out for her to take.
She does eagerly, although she is trying to remain calm. I can see the excitement flashing in her eyes.
I lead her to a bedroom, some way away from ours. I don’t really want this anywhere near our safe space. Watching her work is a delight, but not the part where she gets that look in her eye, full of desire and lust for a man other than me. Or the other two.
I huff. I’m getting used to them being here, but it’s still an interesting concept to me to have to share a female that I don’t really want to share. The only female that I’ve cared about in any way other than a place to put my dick and if others were doing it, fair game.
“Where are we going?” she asks a moment later.
“Here,” I say and push the door open.
Axelle
Luc shoves open the bedroom door we stopped in front of with a flourish and presents me with my gift.
My eyes find his. I lick my lips. “He’s mine?” I ask, just so we’re clear.
“He is. I want to watch you,” he murmurs seductively. “And so do they.” He indicates to Evan and Dashel who are also in the room.
I start to pant, just a little bit. “What can I do to him?”
Luc’s eyes narrow at me, but he isn’t pissed. He is thoughtful. “Just what we discussed before. We are here to ensure that you don’t break your word, and also so that you can use us when you are ready.”
“Use you?” I choke out.
“For sex, when you would normally do it…” He waves his hand at the male.
I stifle my chuckle. “The best of both worlds then,” I say. “Corrupting his soul and then fucking the three of you. Mmm,” I murmur.
His eyes light up and then go dark as he pictures it as well. “I get something out of it as well, you know, apart from the fucking. I will use you as well.”
“Do tell,” I press when he goes quiet.
“Watching you work, watching you torture this male, you have no idea how much I am looking forward to this,” he whispers as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “But first…” He gestures to Evan to move forward, which he does.
“What is this?” I ask suspiciously.
“A small token of my love for you,” Luc says as Evan hands him a small box.
“A ring?” I joke, although a huge rock wouldn’t go amiss on this little ol’ hand of mine.
“Uh, no,” he says, but I can see the wheels turning. Next time I get a gift, I know what it’ll be. “But something of far more value to you, and to him.” He points vaguely in the direction of Dashel.
Now, I’m madly curious. I tilt my head at Evan, who raises an eyebrow at me. He knows what’s in there. I look back at the box and Luc opens it.
Dashel hisses and quickly approaches us as I stare down at an orb about the size of a large marble, that is glowing with a bright blue and orange light.
Luc takes it gingerly by the silver chain and pulls it out of the box to hold up in front of my face.
“Dashel’s soul,” he says. “I want you to have it. I need you to know that I won’t harm him in any way. It’s yours to keep, to do with as you please.”
I’ve stopped breathing.
Dashel is staring at it with a blank expression that chills me only slightly.
I expected him to grab it and try to get it back into his body, but he seems disinterested in doing that.
I reach out slowly and wrap my hand around the orb. It is hot to the touch, but it’s a pleasant burn. The warmth of light and good.
“Anything I want?” I ask Luc.
He nods, watching, waiting to see what I have in mind.
I turn to Dashel and hold it out. “Do you want it back?” I ask him quietly. If I give it to him now, he can take it and be what he was. Not exactly as he was, he is still impure and corrupted, but he will have his soul back.
He gives it a disgusted look and turns from it, and me.
“No,” he says and stalks over to the bed where the naked human male has been dumped in the middle.
I bite my lip but accept that at face value. I turn back to Luc, who is holding his breath in anticipation. I dangle it from my fingers. “Put it on me then,” I say lightly and turn around, pulling my hair up so that he can clasp it around my neck.
“Perfect,” he mutters and kisses the nape of my neck, flicking his serpent’s tongue out to make me shiver.
I look over at the bed and practically push Evan aside so that I can get my hands on the male.
He has been discarded on the bed, still chained up, grubby and bleeding from his time in the dungeons. I arrange him more comfortably, laying him on his back and propping a pillow under his head.
I see my men hovering, watching intently. I ignore them for now, focusing my whole attention onto the male. The hope in his eyes that I will rescue him because I’ve shown him some kindness, sends my Demon into a frenzy, but I calmly climb onto the bed with him.
“What’s your name?” I coo to him, running my hand lightly over his chest.
He flinches from my touch, but then whimpers as I use my power on him, turning on the seduction so that he falls headlong for me. I know I won’t have much time with him. My men will get impatient if I take my usual amount of time seducing him, which is over the course of several days, weeks even.
“Timothy,” he tells me, his face relaxing and his eyes filling up with love for me.
“I’m Axelle,” I say.
“Such a beautiful name, for such a beautiful creature,” he gushes.
Luc snorts with mirth but shuts it at my hard look. I smile back at the male. Oh, yeah, I’m completely in control of this.
“Thank you, Timothy,” I say, still trailing my hand over his chest, and then scraping my sharp nails over his already marred skin. He flinches, but he doesn’t utter a sound.
“Tell me, Timothy, have you been a bad boy?” I croon.
He shakes his head, sorrow filling his eyes. “I have tried to be good, Axelle,” he whispers.
“It’s Mistress,” I snap at him suddenly, changing the mood. I smell the fear from him at my abrupt tone.
“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbles, lowering his eyes.
“Good boy,” I say back with a loving tone.
He flushes but keeps his eyes down.
I trail my hands lower down his stomach and play my fingers lightly over his soft cock. At my touch, he starts to get hard. His eyes go to mine now in adoration.
I turn up the power again. I can sense Luc is leaning forward, ready for a real show.
“Do you love me, Timothy?” I ask lightly.
“Yes,” he says. “I do.”
“Then tell me, have you been a naughty boy?”
He shakes his head. “No, I’ve been good. I have really tried,” he says desperately.
“Tut-tut, Timothy. You must have done something naughty,” I say slyly as I circle his cock with my hand.
He twitches and I smile, giving him a little tug.
He moans. “I-I don’t know,” he says.
I take my hand off him with a disapproving glare. “You aren’t getting the rules of this game, Timothy,” I whine.
“Uhm, I-I stole a bar of chocolate from the corner store when I was ten,” he stammers.
I sigh.
Oh, for fuck’s sake. No wonder this asshole was locked up in the dungeon. He is a complete saint. I give Luc a frustrated look, but he just tries to hide his smile behind his hand.
I purse my lips at him, but then decide that something is better than nothing. I grab him again and this time actively jerk him off instead of the lazy teasing I was giving him before.
He gasps and closes his eyes.
“Do you want me to carry on, Timothy?” I ask softly.
“Yes,” he rasps.
He is rock-hard in my hand. I’m desperate to lean over and take him in my mouth, but I have no ide
a how my men will react to that. So far, they have remained silent, so they obviously don’t think a hand job is anything to fuss over.
I decide to push the boat out, though, see what they will let me get away with. I let go of Timmy’s cock, which he complains about, thrashing at his chains. My power will be making him crave my touch, but all in good time. I strip off my dress, leaving me naked. I hear Luc hiss a warning at me, but I ignore him and climb on top of Saint Tim.
“Axelle,” Dashel mutters, but I ignore him too.
“Oh, yes,” I pant as I start to move over Timothy, my pussy brushing lightly over his cock.
“Tell me all the bad, bad things you’ve done, Timothy and I will pleasure you until you weep,” I say, running my hand over his chest.
I turn up my power even more. I can feel him getting hot under my hands as the power tears through him, seducing him completely. He is now at my mercy and he will do absolutely anything I ask. This is advanced stuff, usually reserved for after a few days, or a week even, of incessant seduction. I do usually prefer to tease and tempt, but Luc has started growling over in his chair and I need to hurry up before he puts a stop to this and never lets me play again.
“I-I have bad thoughts about my mother,” Timothy says. “I sometimes wish she would go away and leave me alone.”
I roll my eyes at him. Man, he is a fucking joke. Who is this good? The other side must be reeling from this capture.
“Oooh,” I say as the realization hits me. I look at Luc, who raises an eyebrow at me. “Oh, you are a fucking Devil, all right,” I laugh wickedly. “He was in line to be an Angel! And you have given him to me. You do love me, don’t you?”
“I do,” Luc replies quietly.
It makes my heart beat faster at the intensity with which he said those two words. It makes me want to ride him until the cows come home. But first, I need to strip Timmy of his perfect soul and I can only do that once he has been corrupted.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Timothy?” I ask him, leaning over him so that my nipples are brushing his chest.
“Yes,” he says, lowering his eyes. “But I don’t love her, I love you,” he exclaims, brightening considerably.
“Perfect,” I purr and wiggle down, my hand moving over his skin lightly before I rake my nails down him, hard.
He cries out in pain, but then I pop his cock in my mouth and he shudders underneath me.
“Yes,” he says. “More.”
“Axelle,” Luc says my name in a dangerous tone.
I raise my eyes to my husband and then give a long, hard suck to Timmy’s cock before I remove my mouth. “I need him corrupted. How else in the short space of time you are giving me?” I complain.
“Pride, Sloth, Envy,” Luc counts them off on his fingers. “He’s already got Lust down,” he adds with an eye roll. “You don’t need to do anymore.”
“Boo,” I pout, “you make it un-fun.”
“Say that again with my cock in your mouth,” he growls at me, standing up.
I give him a lustful look and beckon him closer.
He prowls towards me, shedding his clothes as he goes. My breath hitches at the sight of him. He is magnificent.
“I’ll say it with his cock in your mouth,” I say wickedly, giving an evil laugh that resonates through the room and makes Luc give me a lustful look of his own. Evan starts snickering.
There is sin flying all around this room and it’s making me even hornier than I was.
“Would you like that?” he asks seriously.
“Yes,” I breathe, rising up to my knees, my tits bouncing slightly as the bed jiggles underneath me.
His eyes drop to my chest and then to Timmy’s cock. “He should service me, not the other way around,” he comments dryly.
By now, Luc is all the way undressed, his massive cock jutting out in front of him. I bend down to lick his tip, but then pull back just as he is about to grab my hair and force my mouth down onto him.
“Timothy, my love,” I say sweetly. “Suck his cock.”
Timothy’s eyes widen, as do Luc’s.
He stands back to see how this is going to play out.
“Now,” I snap at Timothy.
He shakes his head.
“If you love me, you will suck his cock. And once you have brought him pleasure, I will give you what you are craving from me,” I wheedle.
It’s all it takes for Timothy to rise up awkwardly on his knees, as far as the chains will allow him, and lean towards Luc.
My husband’s eyes flash, but he doesn’t move.
I lick my lips as Timmy’s head gets lower and lower. The anticipation is killing me, but just as Timothy is about to take Luc’s enormous cock in his mouth, Luc slaps his hand to Saint Tim’s forehead, sending him reeling backwards.
The disappointment floods me and I scowl at him. “How boring,” I drawl.
Luc chuckles at me. “Maybe next time. Right now, wench, I want your mouth to service me until I’m ready. But you won’t swallow. I want to drench your face in cum. I want to see you covered in my spunk before I fuck you until you weep. During which time, you will then complete your fun with this male, hands only, and your other two men, however you want,” he adds with a smile so wicked, I almost come on the spot.
I nod quickly and take him in my mouth, my hands going back to Timmy, who has no choice but to sit back and watch the scene in front of him.
It doesn’t take Luc long to reach his climax, and he pulls out of my mouth to spray his cum all over my face.
Timothy chokes back his fear as he sees the black cum, dripping down my chin, but I just laugh and wipe it off, making sure to drip it all over Tim in the process.
“Now, you come,” I say to him and speed up my hand job. “Think of your girlfriend as I hand-fuck you until you spurt out all over my hands and then watch as I lap it all up before I strip you so bare, you will wish you had never been born.”
He whimpers as Luc turns me slightly so that he can have access to me from behind. He slides into me, so hard I cry out in ecstasy before he has even started moving. Timmy comes shortly after, unable to help himself, as Luc pounds into me, rocking me forward with his thrusts.
“Now,” he growls at me, digging his fingers into the flesh of my upper thighs painfully.
I bend over to smear the cum from my hand all over Timothy’s chest and stomach and then I place my hands on his shoulders. I pull on my power to start the stripping process, as I lap up his cum, moaning with delight at the salty taste.
Luc is less than pleased with this, slapping my ass fucking hard to punish me, but I don’t care. Right now, Tim is screaming so loudly, the whole of Hell can probably hear him.
“Oh, yes,” I moan, coming suddenly around Luc’s dick to his immense pleasure, based on his own moan and harder thrusts.
Evan joins us, watching eagerly, his dick in his hand as he jerks himself off. Dashel is observing this display from the edge of the bed, naked, but not pleasing himself.
Tim is writhing in pain under my hands, but all it does is make me slow down to ensure the maximum amount of suffering.
Luc’s frenzied thrusts into me stop suddenly and with a roar that makes me tremble, he comes inside me with an orgasm so fierce, it makes me clench around him again. He is hard again in the next second and lubing up my asshole so that he can fuck my ass as hard as he fucked my pussy. I make Timmy scream louder and louder as I make the stripping process last as long as possible under the circumstances. He is hanging on by a thread before he faints from the sheer agony of the act. I sigh and finish him off, killing him for his meagre sins and then sit back as Evan groans loudly, coming all over Timmy before he leans over and grabs hold of the faint wisp of soul.
“Take him and then come back,” I whisper to Evan, who, despite being completely naked, vanishes with the soul.
“Blood,” Luc rasps after he comes again in me, shoving his slashed wrist into my face.
I grab his wrist and drink straight from h
is vein, slurping the fiery hot liquid into my mouth. That’s when I feel Dashel come closer. He grabs my hair and drags my head away from Luc. He has his own blood to offer me, having slashed his wrist with Luc’s discarded athame. I lick my lips and drink the blood of the fallen Angel, moaning at the sweet taste.
Then, he slams me back to the bed and flips me over. With a hand on my lower back, holding me in place, he thrusts into my pussy and hammers me into the bed with the force of the powerful creature that he is.
“Fuck, yes,” I pant. “More. More.”
He gives me more, gripping my hair in his fist and yanking it so hard, I yelp. He pulls my head back so far, it’s uncomfortable and I feel like he’s going to snap my neck.
“I will bring you all the males that you can handle,” he whispers to me. “I will find the worst of mankind, the scum that walks the Earth and lay them at your feet for you to punish, my Queen, but if you ever take one of their dicks into your mouth again, I will reign down retribution on you the likes of which you have never seen before. Are we clear?”
I gasp as he tugs on my hair even harder.
I can hear Luc’s heavy breathing as he watches this, and even Evan is panting as he returned in time to hear Dashel’s words.
“Answer him,” Luc clips out, his hand closing around my throat to choke me.
I grunt, unable to speak, needing him to loosen his hold.
He doesn’t.
He tightens it the longer I stay silent.
Evan leans forward and takes my nipples in his rough grip as Dashel arches my back by yanking on my hair.
“Say the words,” Evan says as he clamps down on my nipples and twists them practically off my tits as he pulls back slowly, elongating them to a hideous length before he twists them some more.
“Y-yes,” I croak out. “Yes.”
Dashel releases his hold on my hair and grips my hips, pounding into me as Luc finally loosens his grip on my throat.
I heave in a breath and give him a death stare, as Evan lets go of my nipples and takes one into his mouth to suck sweetly.
“Good girl,” Luc says and moves his eyes to Dashel behind me, as he roars through his climax.
