Broken Halo: Fallen Angels Trilogy, Book One

by Marcel, Zoey

  “Ah, your old and dear friend,” Jude said sardonically from several feet behind her.

  Nimbus scowled. “I might have known he put you up to this. Regardless, it was still your decision to leave. You betrayed me, Sonya.”

  “I didn't mean to hurt you and I'm truly sorry, but Cassiel said you broke into an orphanage and acted as a bodyguard so that sanguinary vampires could feed on the blood of children. He said you almost killed an angel.”

  “I did kill an angel.”

  “Cassiel said you injured Celeste, but were stopped before you could kill her.”

  “True enough, but I killed an angel once in a manner of speaking. Tzuriel. A succubus had her heart set on him. He wounded her when she assaulted him in her demonic form. I did the only thing a true friend would have done. I avenged her dignity by torturing him and making him a demon.”

  “That was you?” Sonya whispered. She felt sick to her stomach and numb with shock. She must have been wrong about Nimbus – dead wrong. He wasn't the angel she manipulated herself into thinking he was. He was a fiend.

  Nimbus nodded. “You know the rest of Tzuriel's story. He was the first demon to approach God and beg forgiveness. He changed his name to Blade and became the first crusnik and the leader of all the black angels who followed him. I hate him almost as much as I detest Cassiel.”

  “But how? Killing angels is forbidden, much less biting one against their will.”

  “That doesn't render it impossible. You can hate me if you so choose, but it is time you know me for who I really am and stop fooling yourself about what you are.”

  “I was made to be an angel,” she mumbled numbly.

  “And now you are human.” He smiled at her trepidation, “I can smell the humanity in you. Cassiel was commissioned to turn you human, was he? I'll wager that absolutely broke your soft, little heart.”

  Her spirit took a nosedive. She was in the depths of despair and he was gloating over her ruin, rejoicing in her downfall. What a fool she was to have ever put her faith in him. “I can't believe how evil you are.”

  His eyes became cold and he wore a hard, soulless smile. “And you fell for me. You sold your soul to be with me. What does that make you, sweet girl?”

  “A fool.”

  “On your knees.” He shoved her down as he gave the order, “Cut her hair. She is a disgraceful slave and everyone shall know it.”

  Jude cut her hair quite short – well above her shoulders, but it was still long enough to sway slightly when she moved.

  Nimbus unfastened his breeches. “Do you know in the wild some animals piss to mark their territory?”

  She might have snickered at the seemingly random lesson on nature, but with the way he pulled his appendage out she knew where he was going with this. “So I understand.”

  “And did you also know that if a person pisses on something they deem it worthless? Why should one soil something if they truly cared about it?” His green eyes were spiteful and they cut her like knives along with his ruthless words. He angled her chin so she met his icy stare, “Are you not my property, Sonya? Do you not need to be reminded of that? Were you not disloyal to me? Don't unfaithful slaves prove themselves to be worthless?”

  She liked to think of these questions as rhetorical, but knew he demanded an answer. “Yes.”

  “Sit very still. I'm going to remind you of what you have so easily forgotten.”

  Sonya flinched, stifling a gasp as Nimbus began to pee on her. His urine looked almost clear and for some odd reason she was pleased that it meant he wasn't dehydrated. Her master took care of himself. After this thought came the reality of the situation. He was peeing on her. The urine felt hot and while this act mortified her, the liquid warmed her naked flesh against the chilly morning air. He peed on her breasts and legs before spraying onto her face, which made her squirm.

  Jude sounded amused from behind her and she wanted to hit him.

  Nimbus' countenance turned sadistic and vindictive. “Open your mouth, slave.”

  She cringed. Oh, surely not. “I have learned my lesson.”

  He smiled darkly at this. “I'm not sure you have. Open your mouth.”

  She feebly parted her lips, gasping when Jude yanked her head back by her hair and Nimbus forced her mouth open wider so he could get his shaft in.

  “Swallow everything I give you,” he commanded.

  Sonya squealed in alarm at their aggression and again when she felt the sizzling liquid pouring down her throat. He was peeing in her mouth. She couldn't think of it like that or she would go insane. She must pretend it was water. It was certainly diluted enough to imagine this, although she tasted a hint of salt in the fluid. That and his penis in her mouth brought her back to the reality of the situation.

  Nimbus rubbed his hairy legs against her full breasts and she moaned. How could he turn something so disgusting into something so erotic and intimate? When the last of it trickled down her throat, he pulled out and demanded she lick him clean. He was starting to get hard once he tucked his cock away. Despite her humiliation, she wanted to relieve the ache in his organ, but he hid the thing before she could.

  He approached the fire slowly. “I've been trying to figure out why you left.”

  “I was living a lie.”

  “Do not interrupt!” He hissed, “You were living a lie when you wanted to follow me out of heaven and Cassiel held you back. This past year you have discovered who and what you really are. You weren't fleeing a lie, Sonya; you were running from the truth.”

  She winced when she saw him pick up the glaring red branding iron. The fiendish looking dragon on the end glowed with heat and rage. Surely...surely he wouldn't.

  “The reason you left is because you felt no sense of commitment toward me. You don't respect me as your master and you would never dream of becoming the wife of a demon. With no collar around your neck, or ring around your finger to remind you of who you belong to it would be very easy for a wayward little girl such as yourself to forget where she belongs. You need a permanent mark to remind you, something that will never let you forget who the master of your body and soul is.”

  Sonya recoiled in horror when Nimbus stalked toward her with the ominous instrument. “I'm very sorry I hurt you, but please don't be cruel. If you want me to marry you -”

  He snickered at this. “Marriage is a human institution. Those in our realm who choose to make a lasting commitment of any kind do so via the mating and claiming ritual. Rings are sometimes given as tokens of affection, but there is no wedding ceremony. No vows made before God in a chapel. The only vows that are made are blood vows through biting and the sexual connection through the claiming. The mating bond is eternal and unbreakable, not until death. It extends beyond the grave, so I would be careful about saying you would marry me if I were you.”

  She shivered, quivering when Jude pushed her forward on her hands and knees and held her in place.

  Nimbus brushed her left shoulder tenderly with his fingertips – a gentle but harsh foreshadowing of what he was about to do to her. “And as for cruelty, little flower, speak for yourself. Do you know what today is? It is exactly one year since I took away your innocence. You left me to celebrate our special day together all by myself. Happy anniversary, Sonya.”

  Sonya screamed as the scalding metal touched her soft skin and seared it with brutal fire and heat. He pressed it into her shoulder so hard there was no mistaking how upset he was with her. The iron was only there for a few seconds, but it burned her flesh with a godless inferno devoid of compassion and mercy. The skin throbbed violently like the erratic beating of her broken heart.

  When he removed it, she buried her face in the dust and sobbed. The excruciating agony of being branded paled in comparison to the torturous truth glaring back at her. Her master was cruel and he didn't love her. She had turned her back on the only one who ever truly loved her. She sold her soul to the devil and now this perdition of hopelessness and unrequited love was her reality,
her hell.

  ***

  Nimbus tended to her wound as it healed, but he didn't speak to her and Sonya couldn't find the words to say to him. Days of minimal interaction and utter silence passed. He fed her and kept her in the cage like a wild animal. He gave her a blanket to sleep on, which she found kind of him. She tried to hate him for what he did to her, but she couldn't. She longed for her former glory in heaven and even for the days when she was Nimbus' pride and joy as his slave, lover and pony. She ached for kindness, even the most fragile sign that he still cared for her.

  One day he led her to the stable in silence. She hated this distance between them. She yearned for the closeness they once shared. She had to get it back, but feared it was gone forever in lieu of her disloyal flight from him.

  She was surprised to see Demornae in the stable waiting for them. “You look well, Sonya. Take off your dress.”

  Sonya was startled by the order and the gall this vamp had.

  “If you want to be kissed and fondled again then do as you're told. You would not enjoy the alternative,” Nimbus murmured near her ear.

  She shivered and stripped for them.

  Demornae ran her hand over the saddle resting atop the wooden horse. “Straddle it and raise your arms above your head.”

  Her nipples pebbled from the cold morning air nipping at them as she swung her leg over the saddle and sat upon it.

  “Feet in the stirrups,” Demornae barked.

  Nimbus remained quiet as his eyes took in Sonya's every move. Even in this moment of pending salacity he said nothing. If she must be punished, or taken in an immoral manner, she wished he would join in the fun. She hated this icy barrier he put between them - which she put between them.

  Demornae tied her hands above her head by a rope which hung from the rafters overhead. Nimbus held the end of the rope that dangled on the ground and pulled it so Sonya's arms were taut as they were stretched above her head, denying her any chance at escape. The position made her feel vulnerable and the way her legs were stretched from bracing herself in the stirrups was delicious. Her pussy was forced into exposure and would be especially pleasured in this position.

  Demornae smoothed her palm over Sonya's abs in silent admiration. “I'm going to debase you, slave. We both are. How do you feel about that?”

  Sonya sighed when she teased her erect nipples with barely-there touches. “Excited.”

  Demornae looked pleased by her answer. “Of course you are. You are promiscuous and vile, aren't you?”

  Guilt brought her back to her senses. She flinched when Demornae slapped her fanny and let out a shriek when her legs wobbled from the swaying of the stirrups.

  “Answer me, bitch.”

  She hung her head in shame. “Yes.”

  Demornae took off her dress. Sonya became irritated and jealous when Nimbus didn't look away from the woman's nudity.

  Demornae seemed delighted by this. “Yes, pet, your beloved master dares to look in lust upon another woman. And why shouldn't he when he was generous enough to share you with another man?”

  Jude. Sonya told herself she was being hypocritical and that she didn't care if Nimbus was attracted to another woman, but she did care. It was perhaps irrational to think that she was the only woman he thought easy on the eyes, but did he prefer her to Demornae and every other woman, or was she another notch on his bedpost?

  She sucked in a sharp breath of air when Demornae cupped her crotch and traced the delicate folds of her snatch.

  “You proved yourself submissive enough to sleep with another man when your master demands it of you, but have you been broken enough to watch your master sleep with another woman for his pleasure? Can you kiss my mouth and taste him on it?” Demornae teased her clit, smiling at the way she groaned softly, “Nimbus will penetrate me with his big, meaty cock and you will watch him take me and through the jealousy and humiliation that prove you care for him, you will become wetter than you already are, proving how debauched you truly are.”

  Sonya glared at her. “It will not arouse me, nor shall I be jealous because I don't care.”

  Her heart ached when she thought she saw injury pass through Nimbus' eyes before his former composure of steel took over again.

  Demornae looked at her skeptically and kissed him. Sonya's heart bled at the sight. She hoped they didn't notice the way she jerked against the rope. They must have since Nimbus pulled it tighter.

  Demornae rubbed his crotch before undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. She stroked the length from half mast into a full-blown erection, making him moan. Damn her. Sonya hated the vamp, yet her mouth watered for Nimbus' cock. The cock Demornae took into her mouth and sucked.

  “Do not look away, Sonya,” he quietly ordered.

  She wanted to, but was paralyzed by the damnable, yet mesmerizing sight of her master taking his pleasure with another woman - a woman who had also brought her pleasure once. It was an anomaly to be so angry and hurt while being so aroused. The image was provocative and the way she was helpless and forced to watch while they humiliated her did wicked things to her libido.

  Nimbus shared her with another man, insisted upon it. Now he was having sex with another woman. He had stripped away Sonya's rights and apparently her willpower and morality since she was willing to obey him regardless of what he demanded of her.

  Demornae only sucked him for a few seconds before stopping. She climbed onto the saddle with Sonya and faced her. “I made your man hard, Sonya. Taste his desire on my mouth.”

  Sonya thought about swearing at her, but the second Demornae's tongue pushed past her lips sparks of flavor exploded on her tongue. She tasted Nimbus' pre-cum and it made her crazy with need. Tasting it on another woman was taboo and wrong, yet it excited her for some reason. It was like he betrayed her and she was powerless to stop him. She reveled in her helplessness even as seeing him with another woman killed her. Somehow it seemed only fair when he had shared her with another man for her pleasure.

  Demornae climbed down and teased her clitoris. “Together we will bring him satisfaction. I'm going to bring you to orgasm, Sonya. You are going to come so hard from watching him take me. He already told me what he intends to do. He is going to make me come while he is inside of me.”

  She tried not to gape at the frank dialogue, nor gasp at the growing sensations building up inside her while Demornae rolled her clit slowly.

  “Then he is going to make you suck my juices off his cock and he will bury himself in your vagina and take you slowly. He will return to my quim while you mourn the loss of his penis and watch as it fills another woman. When he is close to coming he will fill you again, covered in my arousal and force my juices into your body until he finishes inside of you. I will bring you to climax and drink your blood to heighten your release all the more.”

  Sonya whined in protest when Demornae pulled away. “You are going to kill me?”

  “No, pet, I won't be drinking all of your blood.”

  Nimbus shed his shirt and Demornae untied her. They laid her down on a blanket spread out in the hay. He hovered over Sonya and caressed her face. His eyes were deep and intimate, not at all vindictive like she supposed they might be. “Watch me, Sonya. Watch me have sex with another woman. Don't fight what you are feeling. I want you to succumb to the confusion and arousal you feel. I want you to make love to this woman and don't hold back. Delight in the pleasure we give you and the pleasure your master is receiving from all of this.”

  Sonya ran her fingers up his nape and through his hair. His words inflamed her. Her mind asked: “How dare you?” while her body screamed: “Yes, master.” His eyes and touch moved her to acceptance. She wanted her master to have pleasure, even if she had to watch him take it with another woman. He had been generous enough to give her the ultimate pleasure by sharing her with another man. He brought her sexual satisfaction and she must permit him the same extreme measures of the illicit sex they reveled in.

  Nimbus and Demornae each too
k one of her tits in their mouth and loved on it until they had her moaning and pushing into their mouths. Her body was teeming with rapture, mourning the loss of their mouths when they pulled away. She watched in mortification as he lay down next to her and Demornae straddled him and shoved his manhood up inside of her. The way he gasped, made Sonya want to hit him, even as her body became feverish from the carnal sound.

  Demornae rode him gently while Sonya was forced to watch. Nimbus rubbed Sonya's clit with one hand and Demornae's with the other. Half of her was annoyed to see him pleasuring another woman while he saw to her satisfaction, yet the sinful image of their bodies moving as one proved to be an indulgence she never would have foreseen herself enjoying. Somehow she was in spite of her confusion and jealousy.

  “You have good hands,” Demornae praised just before she came. Her body writhed from her climax and her face contorted as the nirvana swept her away.

  Nimbus grunted from the way the spasms sucked his cock while she came.

  Sonya was cut, enthralled. Her own body was seconds away from coming. The sight of Demornae taking pleasure with her man was pushing her over the edge.

  He rubbed her faster. “Come for me, girl. Keep your eyes open and watch her ride me while you do. Let the knowledge that your man is fornicating with another woman drive you over the edge.”

  Sonya cried out as her body convulsed beneath his touch and steamy words. She forced her eyes to stay open and watch their bodies moving as one while Nimbus brought her release. The approval of her losing control was clearly written on both of their faces.

  “You have a captivating slave there, Nimbus. So gorgeous and ravishing,” Demornae praised.

  Nimbus gave Sonya a half smile, but his green eyes were utterly beaming at the way she lost control over his fooling around with whomever he wished whenever it pleased him. “That she is.” He pushed Demornae off and tapped his organ against Sonya's lips. “Clean her juices off me. Taste the release I brought her.”

  Sonya moaned despite her humiliation. She didn't know which was more disturbing: to be forced to clean his cock off after it had been in another cunt, or that she found the taste of Demornae's fluid on him intoxicating. She was being violated and it thrilled her endlessly for some unknown reason.