The Fallen Angels Academy Trilogy: Paranormal reverse harem romance

by Kaylee Kane

  “You must be Debbie.” That was when I gathered my courage to look him in the eyes and noticed that they were crimson as blood. They weren’t the same blind gaze of the Agents of Darkness. That didn’t uncoil the panic in me.

  I glanced at him up and down, questions brewing in my head. “Who–who are you?”

  “I’m Toar, the Hell Guard of the Underworld.” I gulped and stepped back, fear welling up in my chest. So the Agents of Darkness had failed to capture me and now they were sending the Hell Guard himself to do the dirty job?

  I stole a quick glimpse at the door, contemplating if I would make it out before he would jump on me.

  “I’m not here to harm you. In fact, I’m going to offer you a deal.”

  I feigned a polite laugh. The kind you would make when a random creep made a sexual remark and you try not to get killed.

  “I know you want out. Half a century is more than enough for being a prisoner in a dead place like this.” I was sold. The offer came like a hot chocolate on a cold night. This could possibly be my ticket out. I’d started to fantasize leaving everything behind and starting a brand new life in a small town where nobody would know my name when a hunch hit me. There were no free meals in the world.

  I narrowed my eyes at Toar. “Why would you do that? What do you want in return?”

  The corner of his lips, near the scar that streaked across his mouth, quirked up. “I like that, Debbie. Getting straight to the point. I require help from someone like yourself for an important task. When completed, you will earn your freedom.”

  I arched my brow. All the red flags along with the sirens and emergency lights were flashing at me. But my desperation got better of me. Leaving Fallen Angels means I would be a free person at the mercy of no one. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted and no one was going to bat an eye. Leaving means I didn’t have to see Ehreus ever again.

  “And what is the price?” I asked warily.

  Toar didn’t answer me right away. What I thought was a pained look cast on his face. His eyes glued to my face. It was as if he was weighing his words, taking his time to decide what I should and shouldn’t know.

  “You’ll have to sell your soul to the King of the Underworld, Andrajvah.” A sudden chill picked up and pierced my bones. Andrajvah. His name made the tiny hairs stand on ends. It was like a nightmare I didn’t want to relive. No way I was going to sell my soul to Andrajvah and pledge to be his slave forever.

  I stood there paralyzed with my feet stuck to the ground. At first, I thought it was just a bad dream or maybe I was going crazy from the long confinement within the walls of Fallen Angels. “Why–why do I have to sell my soul? How would I be free if I do so?”

  The urgency grew in Toar’s voice. I thought I could smell fear. For someone like Toar to be afraid, something must have gone really awry. “Only Andrajvah can get you out of Fallen Angels now. It’s for the best of the world, Debbie.”

  I scoffed. Disappointed that the last glimpse of hope I thought I had vanished. “And what? Live the rest of my life as Andrajvah’s slave? Trapped in the Underworld.”

  “You have my words, Debbie. I won’t let him do that. Once you’re free from the chains of Fallen Angels, I will tell you what to do next.”

  Toar did fulfill his promise. Andrajvah had sent his Agents of Darkness to free me from Fallen Angels. They killed Professor Clem and Ashura, tipping the balance in Andrajvah’s favor. The guilt still lived with me even though I didn’t realize that was part of their plan. I thought I could disappear and pretend nothing happened after.

  That was when Toar gave me the second assignment. I had to steal and destroy the declarations.

  “When is this gonna happen?” Diabolas’ gaze settled on me, expecting elaboration. “This…balance…when is it going to tip? How many more Hearts of Gold does Andrajvah need?”

  Diabolas shrugged. “No one knows. Even the Master himself. But looking at the state of the world right now, the chaos happening around the globe. It won’t be too long.”

  “Why would you tell me this?”

  Diabolas sneered. “Why not? It’s not like you can escape anymore. The damage is done, it’s beyond repair. There’s nothing more you can do. You must be proud of yourself for being part of the initiative that helped Andrajvah achieve his goal.”

  I was this close to asking him about the declarations. The question hanging at the tip of my tongue when I held back. The brooding fiery eyes staring back at me. There was something about it that reminded me of the eyes of the Agents of Darkness. The blind gaze. The lack of emotions.

  Then, it hit me.

  Diabolas and Raveno had sold their souls to the King of the Underworld, Andrajvah. Raveno was an angel. He had a past. A lost identity stolen by Andrajvah. Hope swelled in my chest as an idea struck me.

  “So what about you, Diabolas? What’s your story?”

  Diabolas’ eyes widened the second before they softened. It was as if the question came in a shock and at the same time he was pleased that someone finally bothered to ask about himself. He didn’t answer right away. As if he was trying to weave up a story on the spot.

  “You were an angel too?” I urged, closing the distance between the two of us. I didn’t think I’d seen him before but then I wasn’t an extrovert. There were many angels whom I hadn’t met.

  Diabolas grinned. “Not even close. Well, let’s just say we’re from different worlds–” He sucked in a breath when I cupped my hand on his crotch. The familiar shape of his cock leaped up and prodded against my palm. Diabolas’ eyes stilled on me. Our eyes interlocked as I continued rubbing the sweet length of his massive cock up and down, making it longer and bigger.

  The dirty thoughts of being stretched and filled up by his throbbing sex sent a flame of heat straight to my pussy.

  “What are you trying to do, Debbie?” grunted Diabolas, his voice came out sultry and hot. His muscles tensed, stretching the fabric of his top but he didn’t stop. I didn’t either.

  “We’re gonna die soon right? We might as well go out in a bang.” I continued the slow and steady motion rubbing up and down his cock, feeling his arousal rising in his pants. Diabolas stared at me with gritted teeth. He probably thought I was up to something but I didn’t stir. “Mmm…” I sighed, “It’s getting hotter in here. I should probably take off some of my clothes.”

  Diabolas’ face tensed up, gaining a darker shade. His eyes burned on my chest, marveling at my cleavage as I pulled the hem of my top up, revealing my bra. Sweat drenched the sticky cleft between my breasts. I ripped the top over my neck and tossed it on the ground. My bra had turned into a restraint that I couldn’t wait to get rid of.

  Without breaking my eye contact with Diabolas, I reached my arms back and unhooked it. I sucked in a deep breath as my breasts sprang out and bobbed excitedly on my chest. A wave of relief washed over me. It felt like I could finally breathe. The cold air brushed against my nipples, making them erect.

  I grinned sheepishly to myself as Diabolas’ breathing picked up and got heavier. His eyes stilled on my massive bounty, wishing he could have a taste of it. I cupped my swollen breasts, pinching my tits with my fingers to make them longer and harder.

  “Wanna bite?” I pushed my breasts together to make them look fuller and bigger.

  “Fuck, yes. And if you’re not bringing them to me now, I’m going to make you beg and hate your life,” growled Diabolas. I couldn’t help but sneak a giggle. I didn’t keep him waiting for long. It wasn’t because I felt threatened. But rather my slutty side was screaming with primal need, yearning for all the sexual urges to be fulfilled.

  I bit my lip and neared the railing where I stuck my breasts out so that Diabolas could have a feel of them. I felt like a slutty whore throwing myself out to him. My breath caught in my throat when he cupped his hands on my breasts. The warmth of his palms sizzled against my skin.

  “Mmm…” I pinched my eyes and threw my head back. Bolts
of excitement shot through my veins. I couldn’t bring myself to look when Diabolas bent over and took my breast into his mouth. Hot waves of pleasure rose within me, shooting straight to my core.

  My fingers wrapped tightly around the railing until my knuckles went raw and turned white. I pushed my chest up against the metal, the smell of copper bounced around me. I sucked in deep breaths while my eyes darted around to make sure that no one else was watching.

  My head was spinning wild as Diabolas lapped his skillful tongue around my stiff and sensitive areolas, making them tingle. Against my better judgment, I opened my eyes and saw the sides of my breasts turning bright pink from his iron grip. My tits were swollen and sore, glazed with a thin film of his spit.

  I wished I could just shut my ears from the filthy wet sounds that his lips made. I could feel the hard bulge of his pants poking against my thighs. A dark wet spot formed in front of the crotch of his pants. I reached my arm down south and felt his cock that had blossomed into a thick swollen masterpiece.

  My breath was knocked out of my chest when he grabbed me by the hips and spun me around so that my back was connected against the cold metal of the railing. I could feel the warm prickle of Diabolas’ breath as he trailed his kisses across my shoulders. “You little greedy slut. You’re so insatiable and greedy. The way I love it…”

  My body firmed up as his arms skated around my body, feeling my curves and bumps. His imploring hand glided across my belly and slipped under the waistband of my skirt. “Mmm…” I groaned and propped my head against the railing as Diabolas’ fingers slid into the wet slit between my thighs.

  “You’re getting so wet right now, Debbie. What a good little girl, all ready to take my cock so quickly again.” His two fingers sank into my delicate wetness, making me lurch forward. Wet heat formed between my shaky legs. My blood pulsated and thrashed under my engorged clit as Diabolas thrust his fingers in and out of me. Fucking me lightly.

  My head was spinning quickly. The urgent need swelled within me sprang me into action. I reached my arm back and dipped into his pants where I grabbed onto his straining shaft.

  “Mmm…fuck…” Diabolas groaned into my ear. He thrust his hips against my back as my hands tightened around his engorged manhood, pumping him hard and fast. His pre-cum spilled all over my knuckles, lubricating my movement.

  The sweet tingling grew in my pussy as he buried his fingers deeper and faster. It was the undoing of me when he bent his fingers at the knuckles, shooting me over the edge. “Oh fuck!” I let out a needy groan and blinked quickly as the loud blood raged in my veins.

  I gripped him hard on the cock, almost ripping him off. A low growl escaped from Diabolas’ throat. The hot breath pricked the nape of my neck.

  My knees turned into jelly. I didn’t think they could hold up my weight any longer when I peeled away and kneeled down before Diabolas. His musk, so primal and masculine, bounced around me as his cock bobbed in front of my face. Inches from my lips.

  My mouth turned dry. I licked my tongue over my lips, lubricating it. I looked up at Diabolas, I loved looking up at him from this viewpoint. He looked so huge and domineering. Made me feel so small and vulnerable and desperate wanting to please and submit to him.

  His muscles went taut when I wrapped my fingers around his cock and leaned forward to take him in my mouth. My lips parted following the massive shape of his girth. My tongue lapped at the swollen head, licking off the pre-cum dribbling down the shaft.

  “Mmm, Debbie. You’re so fucking hot. I love seeing you kneeling down before me like this…worshipping my cock…” growled Diabolas.

  The salty spiciness burst on my tongue when I took him deeper into my mouth. My lips tightly encircled his throbbing manhood. His cock fitted snugly in my mouth. As if it was where it belonged.

  “Holy shit…god, that mouth…mmm…I just want to fuck you so much…” Diabolas’ Adam apple leaped in his throat as he tugged hard onto my hair. I could barely move as he thrust his cock deeper into my throat.

  I fought not to gag as he sped up his thrusts, fucking me hard in the mouth. My jaw started to ache and numb from the friction. My chin glazed with the mix of spit and pre-cum. I looked up and took the chance to admire his stunning male features.

  The shadows cast on the dark stubble that ran along his chiseled angular jaw. Sweat formed on the tip of his arrogant masculine nose, making me want him even more. Everything on his face looked so good from his crimson brooding eyes to his invisible lips. Even though Diabolas said he was from a different world, but everything about him looked so perfect.

  As if he was molded by the hands of the god himself. Coming to think of it, I’d never dated bad boys. Ehreus was a son of god. Raveno was an angel. Something about being claimed by someone from the dark side stirred my pleasure, heightening the excitement that was already burning in the pit of my core.

  My pussy wept harder at the thought. Unable to stop myself, I reached my hand down, pulled my panty aside, and started rubbing my clit in sweet circular motion. “Mmm…” My moan seeped from my throat.

  The smell of pussy was thick in the air when Diabolas groaned and clenched tightly onto my arm. “Don’t play with what’s mine unless I told you so.” Shame burned in my cheeks. I hated how much I got turned on by his scolding. I felt like a naughty little brat who deserved to be punished.

  My stomach flipped when he pulled out. His cock slipped out of my mouth with a wet plop, leaving an aching void. Before I knew what was going on, he hauled me up on my feet. My knees turned into quivering jelly. I almost fell over. Luckily, I managed to grab hold onto the railing for balance and support.

  “Bend over and spread your legs wide for me, my dear.” Diabolas’ voice was croaky with feverish passion. I eagerly followed his command like an obedient little slut.

  His fingers jittered as they brushed against the bare skin of my back and pulled down my skirt. It slipped down my legs and bunched around my feet when Diabolas tugged at the elastic band of my panties and pulled them down until they were stretched between my knees.

  Hot shame poured over my face when I glanced down and saw the wet spot in the crotch of my panties. My inner thighs were sticky with my pre-cum. I parted my legs even more when his hands skimmed gently over my hips and down my silky legs.

  Hot shudders ran up my thighs as his hands traveled closer and closer to my source of heat. “Mmm, fuck it’s so fucking good…oh god…” I mouthed as I hung my head. My hair spilled over my face, sticking to the side of my cheeks.

  My legs were getting weaker, caving in like my will. I couldn’t get over how good it felt every time Diabolas teased me. It was like he had special magic on the tip of his fingertips that put my body under his spell.

  A purr rolled up my throat as his hands skimmed over the curve of my ass and slipped between my wet folds. “Oh shit!” I lurched forward, my stomach sinking. I would’ve fallen over if Diabolas hadn’t wrapped his other arm around me tightly.

  Bolts of pleasure shot from the tip of my nipples straight to my core again when Diabolas fondled them between his fingers. It was so hard to focus. So hard to even think straight when pleasure was exploding from every part of me. Every cell within my body was coming alive.

  “Look how horny and wet you got, Debbie. Your pussy’s so ready for my cock.” My whole body trembled as his two fingers stroked at my clit.

  I writhed and whimpered as his mercy. I squeezed my legs tightly together, clamping his fingers but he was relentless. My face twisted in sweet agony. From the corner of my eyes, Diabolas’ face was dark with primal need. A wicked gleam flashed in his hungry cold eyes. It was as if he was getting hard from this torment.

  I threw my head back, propping against the railing as I moaned with ecstasy. He fiddled me even harder. Hitting on all the right spots. I knew I was getting closer to my orgasm. My breath came out in a quick rush. I pinched my eyes closed as my hips moved with his probing fingers. I could barely move,
the panties locked my legs together.

  “Fuck…oh god…this is so fucking good.” I reached my hand back and grabbed onto his cock. His engorged manhood sprang to life and throbbed in my palm.

  “Mmm…fuck.” Diabolas groaned into my ear. The chiseled lines of his mouth pressed against the back of my neck, hot breath making the tiny hairs on my skin stand on ends. A smirk crept on my face. Two could play the game.

  Diabolas shot me a glare. As if he could read my mind and hated what he found out. “Mm, ah-ah!” My breathless voice came out in a soft purr when his fingers raked across my scalp and tugged at my hair. My breath caught in my throat when I heard the clanking of metals.

  Before I knew what happened, a pair of manacles was fastened to my wrists. I tugged my arms only to be jerked back. I tilted my head back to see that I was shackled to the railing. Looking over my shoulders, I was met with Diabolas’ sneer.