Broken Halo: Fallen Angels Trilogy, Book One

by Marcel, Zoey

  Nimbus knelt beside her, still clothed. “You can do this.”

  “I already feel so full. What if they puncture my organs?”

  He grinned. “They won't. Only the heads will be in each hole. I won't let them hurt you.”

  She purred when he played with the dark, silken strands of her black hair. “They are well-endowed. What if I bite them?”

  Dakarai winked down at her from where he stood before her. “Pain is good.”

  The vampire next to him glowered at Sonya. “I prefer to give pain. If you bite me, I will bite back.”

  That didn't exactly ease the woman's comfort. Nimbus rubbed her back. “You can do this and you will, because I want you to. They will be gentle with you.”

  Sonya nodded and placed a hand on them for support while she took their crowns into her mouth.

  Nimbus stepped back to take in the illicit view. Beautiful was an understatement. The sight proved spellbinding, the epitome of pure decadence. To see something so pure and innocent brought down to such a dark, sinful place and revel in being defiled brought him to the pinnacle of fulfillment. The image of seven bodies moving together as one carnal entity was breathtaking. Sweat and arousal trickled down their writhing bodies. The scent of sex filled the air. The sounds of abandon filled his ears. This was his idea of heaven.

  One of his most perverse fantasies was coming true tonight. Seeing his angel violated and used by multiple diabolical creatures at once couldn't possibly leave anyone involved unscathed. She would either come out of this traumatized or exhilarated, but there was no way she would be untouched by it. It seemed ironic how his dirtiest dream was her worst nightmare.

  The way their staffs silenced her whimpers and moans thrilled him. She couldn't escape even if she wanted to. His little hussy had so many cocks crammed up her there was no chance of her moving unless they permitted it. She was forced to submit to their wills and ultimately his will since he had arranged this.

  He reveled in the various emotions he sensed coming from Sonya. There was confusion over how to react to such a perversion, fear of being hurt and used by the enemy and an almost insatiable lust that gloried in being made to surrender to such a wicked indulgence. What complex feelings she was experiencing - all the better to feed him with.

  Nimbus knew the minute it hit her. He saw her eyes widen and felt her spirit quake with horror. There were six men using her and she had wondered where the seventh man would come in to make it the Seven Debaucheries. Now she knew the truth: she was the seventh debauchery. The woman being used by the six men was the seventh, the key that made this position possible, the one enabling her partners. They may be debasing her, but she was the individual uniting them all together in perfect sin and depravity with her body.

  Nimbus would be unable to read her mind until he mated her, but he knew what she was feeling. There in the kingdom of darkness, lying naked in the arms of demonic lovers, the scales fell from her eyes. She could see what he had known all along: souls may be led astray by deception or temptation, but ultimately it was by choice. No one could be forced from the light; they must choose to step into the darkness. She wasn't fallen because they made her that way. She was fallen because she chose to be. She was like them and she was the reason why.

  Sonya tried to move, but only succeeded in repositioning her hands an inch from where they were before. Her lust-crazed partners would probably interpret the movement as an endeavor toward comfort, if they even noticed at all. Nimbus knew better. She was struggling, trying to escape them and the truth, but she couldn't. It would follow her, haunt her.

  He approached and knelt beside her. She would either view him as a beast moving in for the kill, or making an attempt to console her. The reality was he was merely presenting her with the only temptation she couldn't resist: true love. It was once her greatest strength and now her greatest weakness. People always expected to be attacked where they were weakest, but seldom did they expect the enemy to use their strengths against them.

  Her strength was unconditional love and it was the reason she fell. Compassion was the reason she lost her soul. Love was the reason she lost her virginity and gave him her blind allegiance. Love was the reason she would accept the bite that would change her forever.

  Nimbus snaked his fingers through her hair. Her fragrance was sweet and floral like honeysuckle. Her hair would undoubtedly smell like sex as well by the time they were finished with her. He barely touched her clit, grinning when she flinched. Their cocks and bodies held her in place, forcing her to take what they gave her and accept the orgasm Nimbus was determined to give her.

  Sonya mewled as he stimulated her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

  “Stop fighting it,” he murmured, “you are past the point of no return. There is no going back now. You are going to come. You are not going anywhere. We have you in our hands.”

  Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared as she took in his words. She knew damned well they carried a double meaning. This was about more than just her climax; it was about her soul.

  “I have you, Sonya. I always have.” He licked her cheek, catching the single tear of shock and acceptance that rolled down. Her final kiss goodbye to the life she left behind. Her reluctant but inevitable embrace of the life before her - the life she chose.

  She choked on a gasp as her body began to tense and the men below kneaded her breasts.

  “That's it,” Nimbus lulled, “give yourself over completely. Come into the darkness. Embrace the sin.”

  Sonya moaned as spittle trickled from the corners of her mouth while she performed fellatio on two men at once. She looked like a greedy, dirty whore stuffing herself with cocks to satisfy her lewd appetite. She also looked like a victim being objectified by dominant men who sought to cheapen her as they used her body to sate their own lusts. Both views thrilled him.

  Nimbus felt the tiny tremors in her body announcing the end. He rolled her clit in slow, sensual circles. She would come hard, but the soft ripples washing over her would be gentle and deliberate. She would feel every wave of pleasure flowing through her. Feel every spark of fire scorching her blood and veins until her organs came alive inside of her. They would throb with sexual awareness once he brought them to life.

  “I can already feel you starting to turn, Sonya,” he whispered in her ear, “My sweet fallen angel. Come for the one you serve. Worship me with your orgasm.”

  Sonya shuddered and convulsed as the release swept through her body and soul. The spasms of her pussy and her clenching ass sucked the erections of her partners, whilst the two pricks in her mouth drowned out her screams. She was completely lost to the pleasure and his forbidden words. Watching her come so hard and the powerful climaxes of the males with her, something happened to Nimbus that he had never experienced before: he came in his pants without any stimulation whatsoever. The sight of his lady in the throes of passion was enough to send him over. One truth made him come long and hard. She was his – Sonya was his.

  Chapter Eight

  Broken

  Sonya was drowning in elation. She had never been touched in so many places at once before, never squeezed so many erections while coming before this. There were so many hands on her guiding her in salacity and so much semen being poured into her body. She had never felt so full in her life. Her body shuddered as she milked their cocks. The way she was crammed to the hilt with their meaty flesh and unable to contract her holes completely while coming felt phenomenal.

  It sounded like Nimbus came too, though it was impossible to determine in the madness. The men disengaged and walked off, clearly done with her as they were now sated. Sonya collapsed on the floor panting. She wanted nothing more than to bathe and sleep right now, but that was only six of his twenty friends.

  She smiled when she saw the wet spot on Nimbus' pants. He had come from watching her. She was too exhausted to lift her arm, but she caressed his finger with hers. Her heart soared with joy when his finger entwined with hers
in a warm, welcoming embrace. She was his. Disappointment crashed through her when he broke the connection they shared by standing and walking away from her. She didn't know which word came out of her mouth: Nimbus or master, only that she needed to get him back.

  Someone flipped her onto her back nearly knocking the wind out of her. It was a burly brute whose body was dominated by muscle. A wild gasp tore from her throat when he jabbed his manhood deep inside of her. Two others lay next to her wanting her to grope them to release. She let the trio use her body for their pleasure, but this batch didn't see to hers. They each ejaculated on her breasts and face when they were finished.

  The next group coaxed her into a position that made her groan in protest. Her arms were shaky and weak from trying to hold herself up on all fours while one man moved in her vagina, another in her bottom and the third used her mouth. Her knees were raw and sore from grinding into the hard, stone floor while they used her long and hard. They saw to her pleasure as well as theirs and finished inside of her. They lowered her to the cool, stone floor when they were finished and she felt semen running from her orifices while the cum on her face and chest was smeared from being sandwiched between her skin and the floor.

  Sonya silently cursed the next male who positioned her on her suffering knees and plunged forcefully into her anus. Two lads in front of her tapped their organs against her face expectantly. Her lips were swollen and bruised from all the hard sucking, so she stimulated one by hand while suckling the other and then switched. Her jaw was too tired to even fathom taking both into her mouth at once as she had the first ones. She swallowed the seed of the one in her mouth and the other ejaculated onto her face. It felt sticky and gooey. She hoped she could clean herself before it became dry and flaky.

  The male pulled out of her backside and shot his cum onto her buttocks. They laid her face-down on the floor and walked off.

  Sonya gritted her teeth. If one more man sprayed his seed on her and dropped her to the floor as though she was nothing...she felt a swell of heat in her stomach and veins as she considered this. I'm nothing. Her womb trembled and the floor suddenly felt like a lover caressing her naked body. She pressed her crotch harder against it and moaned. She was covered in semen and filled with it. She was nothing to them save a vessel for pleasure and the slave of her master. Why did this please her so much?

  A pair came over and one slid his stalk between her feet while the other squished her tits around his tool and sought his release. The stimulation felt awkward but delicious. The one at her bosom must have been psychic. He kindly turned his penis so he came on her neck and the floor instead of her face.

  “Nothing,” he agreed in a hushed murmur.

  His sensual smile was memorable as he objectified her. She felt as though she would come from the insult. His words stroked her pulsating clitoris, but then she realized it was a finger.

  “Come for me, pig. Squeal,” the stranger lulled.

  Sonya wasn't sure if she squealed, but the orgasm definitely coaxed noises of elated defeat from her.

  Two men brought her to her feet and penetrated her vaginally and anally. They had several inches of height on her so they wrapped her legs around the waist of the first and kept her sandwiched between them while they used her. The heat of their bodies burned her alive as did the derogatory names they whispered tenderly to her. They finished in her body, joining their seed with that of their predecessors. They lowered her to the floor gently when they were done.

  The last man masturbated in front of her. She expected him to come on her as some of the others had, but he came on the floor instead and demanded she lick it up. The idea of eating his cum off the floor made her squeamish. Why couldn't he have simply finished in her mouth, or on her body like the other swine? She lapped up his cream quickly before it became gooey and intolerable, but he misread it for greed and taunted her. The insults made her blush and feel dirty, but when she saw her master's satisfied smile she was more than happy to be demeaned for his pleasure.

  After the most serious bath of her life, Sonya slept like a baby in a large, luxurious bed with Nimbus. He didn't take her like she originally hoped he would, but she felt so exhausted and oversexed by the end of the night that she was fine with that. It was enough to be sleeping in a bed with him again while he held her and whispered sweet nothings to her.

  ***

  Sonya was permitted to walk around by herself the following day without being put to work or locked in the dungeon. She felt giddy that her master seemed to trust her enough to leave her unrestrained and temporarily unsupervised.

  She heard voices coming from one of the rooms and crept toward the open door. She hid in the shadows of the hallway and saw one of Jude's slave girls, Less, tied to a bedpost with her back to him while he stoked a pit of hot coals. He tossed a few small stones into the glowing embers and it surprised Sonya that the woman was actually clothed for once.

  “Why?” Jude asked her.

  “I already told you I don't love him, Papa. I want to be a teacher,” Less' voice sounded broken and convincing for role playing, but their exchange of words told Sonya they were acting together.

  “I don't believe you. You hate to speak in public and you have always had your heart set on marriage. Why is the Earl not enough for you? Are you an ingrate, daughter?” He collected one of the stones from the coals with a handkerchief and dropped it down the back of her dress, holding it in place against her skin with the handkerchief shielding his hand.

  Less shrieked in anguish. “Please, Papa! Don't make me say it!”

  “The truth, dear girl. I gave you life and raised you. Surely you can speak honestly with me after all these years?” Jude waited for her answer which was undoubtedly rehearsed.

  “I want you, Papa.”

  He removed the stone from her dress and tossed it back into the pit. “I know. I have seen the way you look at me. You are inflamed for me, aren't you?”

  “Yes,” Less sobbed.

  Jude untied her and turned her toward him. “You feel guilty, I suppose.”

  She nodded, eyes closed.

  He angled her chin so she met his gaze. “But you shouldn't. Your feelings are far from unrequited. Why do you suppose I'm so desperate to marry you off? Ignoring reality hasn't proven successful. Perhaps fighting is not the answer.”

  She gasped when he kissed her. Her hands were shaking and she staggered backward a little when he let go of her. “Y-you kissed me.”

  Either Less was a terrific actress, or she was genuinely stunned by the intimate gesture. Sonya knew Jude slept with his slaves, but she had a feeling he reserved kissing for other conquests so as to deny his slaves the bonding connection through kissing.

  He led her by the hand over to a chair and unfastened her dress with her facing him. “Undress me.”

  “We mustn't,” Less protested.

  “Do you wish for a spanking?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “I'm still your father. Now do as I say.”

  Sonya was revolted and fascinated by the couple as they unveiled one another and Jude pulled her on top of him while he sat in the chair.

  “Do you like what you see?” he asked.

  “Very much.” Less moaned when he penetrated her. The session only lasted for a few minutes before the finale.

  “I'm going to fill you with my seed,” Jude ground out. “You will make a fine wife someday.”

  “Oh Papa, I'm coming!” she whimpered. They panted and gasped as they writhed against one another and trembled with ecstasy.

  “Then again, perhaps I shall keep you around,” he said breathlessly.

  “Oh, yes! I need that.”

  “Your father's cock is soaked with our pleasure. You must clean it with your mouth.”

  “Oh, thank you.”

  Sonya didn't know which was more perverted: their raunchy coupling, or the fact that she spied on them and was suddenly drenched with dew because of it. She crept away before running down a corridor.
She didn't know where she was going, only that she needed to be alone. She needed to stop the pounding ache. She was breathing pretty heavily by the time she stopped running and braced herself against the wall. She slipped her finger into her décolletage and massaged her bosom with one hand while the other raised the hem of her dress and palmed her saturated quim. She had lain with twenty men last night, yet her slit was dripping with lust. How insatiable was she?

  She thought she heard a noise and stopped to listen. Nothing. She moved her other hand to rub the firm, swollen nub of her clitoris while the other plunged into her vagina. She didn't understand this, any of it; she only knew she needed it.

  The scene she had just witnessed which had driven her to do this, faded into the image of her and Nimbus. The forbidden called to her. She imagined him filling her and biting her - an angel and a demon mating and becoming one flesh, one spirit. The idea used to appall her and perhaps in reality she would never bring herself to fully accept it. But fantasy was an open playground.

  In her mind she surrendered everything to him – her body, her soul. They were rolling in a bed on satin sheets as flames grew up around them. Soon they were floating above the flames – she with white wings and he with black. She straddled his lap as they made love. His fiery orange eyes and horns which suddenly appeared weren't the deterrent she would have expected. The darkness in his nature called to her as the light in hers called to him. His pleasure was in taking her innocence away as hers was in losing it to him. In her fantasy they were in hell, both of them damned.

  Her twisted thoughts scared her, made her gasp at her lack of remorse, but in the end it was this very image of losing her soul that sent her orgasm shuttling through her body like a swarm of locust destroying all reason and morality in its path. Her cry strangled in her throat as if reaching out for the light only to be pulled back down into darkness and bathed in the unholy fire consuming her body. Her release washed over her fingers and trickled down her inner thighs like a much needed thundershower drenching a barren wasteland. And she was every bit as desperate as a desert for the rain of lust washing over her. The thunder rolled in her womb, shaking her organs awake until they cried out with life. The lightning flashed like a white-hot fire gushing through her veins, nearly driving her to her knees in awe.