Seven Deadly Sins

by K D Grace

  Then the bar was replaced by a dirty, dingy pub. The people were angry and miserable looking. The clock on the wall over the grubby looking optics said 14:34 but the bar was packed with men, women and kids all shouting and swearing, drinking and disappearing outside for a cigarette and a quick fumble behind the bins. It was the opposite of the Chelsea scene but she could see the similarities. These people weren’t working either. They were drinking and fucking just like the rich ones. The only difference was who was funding it. The realisation hit her: Cordy had every base covered. From one end of the spectrum to the other, sloth had a vice like grip on everyone.

  The scene changed again and they were in a television studio. A line of young people were queuing up for an audition. They were scantily clad and anxious to show off as much of themselves as possible. One by one they went in and made idiots of themselves, desperate to be the ones given the key to unlimited fame and wealth for doing the bare minimum.

  Indy’s sighed. “It’s all pointless,” she whispered. “What about the ones in between, the ones who do work, aren’t they happy?”

  Cordy laughed and they blackness shrouded them again. He took the opportunity to stroke his hands down her back pulling her in close to him so that he could nuzzle her hair. Indy wrapped her arms around him and nestled against his neck.

  They emerged into a quiet suburban street. Newish cars gleamed in the driveways and children played in the street. Husbands were arriving home from work to smiling pretty wives.

  “See,” she scolded Cordy, “Virtue does work sometimes.”

  Cordy shook his head and they were inside the nearest house. Indy looked around. The kids were stuck in front of the Xbox while the wife secretly texted a lover in the bedroom. The husband had his head in his hands looking at their bank balance. A second house showed the couple arguing about money, piles of credit card statements on the kitchen table as the husband moaned about having to work every hour there was. In another the woman was hiding a stash of vodka in the airing cupboard while the husband mowed the lawn, muttering under his breath about needing to “get away for a break.”

  As she realised that the world was broken and that Cordy and his brothers and sisters were in control of everything, Indy thought she might cry.

  “Don’t feel bad, Indy. It’s really not your fault. Sin wins these days, you can’t fight it anymore. C’mon, look around you, at least life is more exciting than when you were winning.”

  Indy looked up at him. “Well Cordy I think the saying is ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em’. So take me home and show me how the other half lives. I want to do everything.”

  “Everything?” he asked looking mildly surprised

  “Oh yes,” she whispered against his ear. “I want you to teach me how to be like you. If this world is going to Hell, I aim to be on the winning side.”

  Across the darkness, screams echoed as the other Virtues felt a knife to their hearts. The room came back into focus and Indy held Cordy tight, grateful for his strength as he held her close.

  “I’m sorry to be so harsh, baby, but you needed to see.”

  Indy pressed her finger to his lips. “Enough talking, Cordy. The world sucks and I don’t care about it anymore. I want you to take me to bed and do all the things you made me think about last night.”

  His lips found hers and she responded the way he had always known she would. A tiny moan slipped from her lips as he pressed his smooth, cool mouth over hers. Her soul fluttered within her, her heart pounding against her ribcage as his fingers traced circles across her back, stroking and soothing her fear.

  “Let’s take this into the bedroom,” he whispered, leading her towards the door, thinking about how many women had been there before her.

  “I hope you changed the sheets,” Indy giggled. “I’m sure you brought girls back here last night after I got you all hot and bothered.”

  Cordy raised his eyebrows at her. “Actually I came home alone and spent a sleepless night wishing you were with me. I might be a demon but I’m not all bad.”

  She laughed at him, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear and snuggling into his big strong chest. “Do you want to reconsider that comment?” she asked. “I’m pretty sure it’s your bad boy persona that gets me so wet whenever I think about you.”

  “I make you wet, do I?” he asked, grinning naughtily and she blushed.

  “Cordy I don’t know what comes over me when I’m with you. I get the most filthy thoughts in my head.”

  “I’m going to cum over you later, sweetheart,” he said. “And that’s a promise.”

  “Take me to bed,” she whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”

  He didn’t need asking twice, carrying her into his bedroom. It was warm and cosy, the bed made with crisp cotton sheets, draped with red velvet and black silk throws, sumptuous and sexy. He placed her gently in the centre of the bed and slowly peeled off his tight black t-shirt to reveal his incredible rock hard abs and smooth, flawless body. Indy bit her lip as the reality of the situation suddenly hit her. Cordy noticed her panic and stopped to watch her, frowning slightly.

  “Indy, you’re not a virgin are you?” he asked.

  She blushed and tried to meet his gaze, half shaking her head. “Not exactly, no,” she whispered. “Why? Does it matter? Please don’t be angry if I am.”

  He sat down next to her. “How could I be angry with you? Tell me, are you a virgin?”

  She nodded blushing furiously, her words tumbling out. “I know it’s ridiculous, but I spent so much time looking after Chastity that I never met anyone and then all this ‘saving the world’ stuff happened, I had to stop you and I just never got around to it. I know what to do though so you don’t need to worry.” She looked up at him, dying of embarrassment. Cordy’s eyes glinted mischievously as she spoke.

  “Fuck, Indy,” he said at last. “You have no idea how hot that is.”

  Indy tried to reply, but Cordy only murmured, “Shush,” as he kissed her. Indy forgot about anything but the feel of his cool lips on hers, and the heat of his body as he held her tightly against it. White hot pleasure shot through her from her tight, hard nipples straight to her already dripping pussy and she wanted every inch of him pressed against and into her. Her hands slid into his hair and she pulled his mouth onto hers. His tongue was insistent, her moan lost inside his as he kissed her hard.

  Cordy slowly unbuttoned her tight black shirt, revealing her soft stomach and raising an eyebrow as he saw that her belly button was pierced. His cock was straining at his fly and that was enough to make it hurt. Talk about a dark horse, were the Virtues were allowed to do things like that? “Got any tattoos?” he asked sarcastically.

  “Maybe,” she whispered, her lips parted and her voice breathless. “You’ll just have to see if you can find them.”

  Cordy growled, leaning over her seductively. Indy felt deliciously trapped, the pure evil of this gorgeous demon making her weak. He wanted her and that made her feel wanton and sexy...and it felt good. She looked straight into his eyes and saw her own pure lust reflected back at her. His body was red hot between her legs and she stroked her hands over his naked back, feeling the muscles rippling across it as he shifted on the bed and an involuntary moan slipped between her lips.

  “Indy, I’ve wanted to do this since we first met all those years ago,” he murmured dropping tiny kisses along the edge of her lip making her gasp and buck against him.

  “I think I have too,” she said. “I just refused to let myself want it.” She had never been so turned on in her life. She wanted him to take her clothes off, to feel his fingers inside her and then she wanted him to fuck her with the huge cock she could feel pressed tightly against her crotch. She didn’t even care if he was just using her. She needed him and she would do whatever it took to get him.

  Indy bit her lip as his fingers teased and stroked her u
ntil her nipples were almost painful. She had known that there was a streak of good in Cordy, no matter what Serenity had said. She had just needed to work on bringing it out, and fucking hell he wasn’t just good, he was incredible. She gasped as he unclipped her bra and then moaned as his lips brushed her swollen nipples. She could feel each stroke of his tongue mirrored on her clit, as though they were hotwired. If it felt that good now, she couldn’t wait until he buried his face between her legs.

  He looked up at her as though he could read her mind, then with infuriating slowness he kissed down her stomach to the top of her jeans, ripping the buttons open. She could feel the raw power pulsing through him as he slid her jeans down her legs and tossed them across the bedroom. The softness of the velvet and the cool slipperiness of the silk caressed her naked body as she raised her arms above her head, allowing him to see every uninhibited inch of her.

  Cordy wondered if she had any idea how gorgeous she looked, her pale skin contrasting with the black and red of his bed. He continued his quest with his tongue until he reached her tiny black knickers.

  His breath was hot against her skin, warming the sodden material between her legs as he kissed down her inner thigh. Indy couldn’t help but let out a little squeal as his nose grazed her clit and her desperate pussy clenched in anticipation of his touch. Cordy felt a powerful surge of lust, the knowledge that he was making her so wet feeding his passion. He could smell the musky scent of her as he nuzzled against her soaking panties and slowly and gently slid a finger between her soft folds, pushing the fabric of her panties inside her.

  Indy tensed but Cordy kissed her, tiny butterfly kisses lingering on her clit until she relaxed. He took hold of her panties and eased them down her legs, swallowing hard as he got his first glimpse of her swollen, glistening lips. He was so desperate to be inside her he didn’t think he would be able to hold himself back. He knew he had to make her so wet that it was the best experience of her life. But all he wanted to do now was push himself inside her and fuck her ragged. Most girls loved it when you wanted them so much you couldn’t hold back. But Indy was special. This was her first time, and he had to be gentle with her. He took a deep breath and, watching her flushed face, he slowly ran his tongue from her ass all the way up to her clit, curling it around the tiny bud until Indy screamed with pleasure, her cheeks burning red as she tried to sit up and pull herself away.

  “It’s OK to like that,” he said. “It’s supposed to feel good.”

  “Cordy, I’m so scared,” she whispered. “I feel like I’m betraying my whole world, like I’m turning my back on everything.”

  “It’s OK,” he whispered, kissing all the way up her body until he was towering over her, a wall of gorgeous, sexy demon blocking all rational thought from her mind. “You and I were meant to be. Now let me show you how great this gets.”

  With that, he sank down on top of her and kissed her until she thought she would faint. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her cunt and she spread her legs wider to give him perfect access, wrapping her arms around his back, revelling in the strength of his upper body. He was hot and he was all hers.

  Cordy pushed inside her, taking it so slowly he thought he would never last more than a few minutes. The pressure of her virgin walls was so intense he had to count backwards from fifty just to stay focussed.

  Indy moaned and arched up towards him. He was being too careful with her — she wanted him to use her like she’d seen in his videos. Yes, she knew she wasn’t supposed to have watched them but bloody hell, a girl needed to know about what she was up against. And now she was right up against it and it was driving her crazy with desire. She wanted to scream at him, “Just fuck me! I won’t fuckin’ break!” Then he pushed a little deeper and it hurt. She bit his shoulder and tensed up, torn between wanting to feel him fully inside her and terrified that the pain would just get worse.

  Cordy stopped. “Am I hurting you?” he whispered, his teeth nipping at her neck and her earlobe.

  She nodded. “A little, but...it’ll be fine.”

  He frowned but she pushed up against him, biting him again as a moan hissed through her lips. “Please Cordy, just do it. I want you so much,” she whimpered and with that he thrust into her, unable to hold back anymore. She cried out, clutching at his back, her nails leaving marks that would last until the next day. They were together at last, fucking, their bodies exactly where they were meant to be. Indy had never felt so good; nothing bad could possibly feel this incredible.

  Cordy bit his lip and tried to concentrate on anything other than the fact that he was buried inside the most beautiful woman in the universe and she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She wrapped herself around him and they thrust and fucked and writhed on the bed until, with a squeal of amazed pleasure, Indy came hard. The pressure of her tight pussy throbbing around him was all it took to push Cordy over the edge and with a guttural, animal moan he unloaded his cock inside her, his balls aching as he emptied himself.

  They lay in each other’s arms, panting, neither one of them able to speak. Indy stroked his face, his jaw, tucking his hair behind his ear and kissing everywhere her fingers touched. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Cordy shook his head. “No, no,” he grinned. “Thank you. That was unbelievable. You were amazing.”

  Indy blushed. “I’m glad it was OK,” she whispered again. “I’ve never felt so close to anyone, Cordy. It was incredible. I really hope it meant as much to you as it did to me because I don’t think I can be without you ever again.”

  “Don’t worry, baby,” he said, kissing her again and again. “I think you and me just broke some huge unwritten rule. Somehow I don’t think this is something we can just forget about. I don’t think the families are going to leave this alone.”

  Indy giggled. “I think I can feel the rage coming through the air.”

  Cordy held her tight. “Well you’re with me now and we’re going to take over this joint.”

  Indy giggled as they wrapped their arms around each other and, with lips still kissing, bodies pressed as close as they could be, they talked about Cordy’s plans for world domination.

  Epilogue

  “C’mon Cordy, you put some effort into chasing me, didn’t you?” India rolled over onto her stomach and stroked his chest as they lay in yet another post orgasmic glow in his huge bed.

  Cordy laughed at her. “Not this again! Maybe a little effort, baby.”

  India snuggled happily into his chest, and Cordy smiled wickedly as she traipsed her fingers down his rock hard stomach to his cock.

  He’d gotten away with getting her to think that he’d done all the running. Now, here they were tucked up cosily in a very convenient relationship. And he was pretty sure who was going to be doing all the hard work from here. Like millions before him and millions that would come after, he’d put in the minimum effort to win her over and now he could sit back and let India take the reins. Don’t get him wrong, he adored her — his beautiful, sexy companion. But he could definitely see the benefits of this arrangement.

  “What you thinking about, baby?” she asked looking up at him, her innocent blue eyes full of love.

  “Just how much I love you, sweetheart,” he smiled pulling her on top of him. “And how perfect all this is.”

  Inside, he laughed a wicked demon laugh and every Virtue in Heaven shook as India’s light flickered just a little dimmer.

  Pride

  The Sweetest Revenge

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  by Lucy Felthouse

  Chapter One

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  As soon as she heard the roar of the engine, Abigail’s heart rate increased. She could recognise it at quite some distance now, and as it drew closer to her office building, she could feel the vibrations beneath her feet.

  Grabbing a handful of documents from the pile on her desk, Abigail heade
d over to the photocopier which stood by the window. That way, she could pretend she was duplicating paperwork, when in fact she was looking out of the window at the motorcycle and its rider.

  And there she was. Mackenzie, in all her leather-clad glory, thundering into the car park. Her beautiful red hair flowed from beneath the helmet, her hair settling to a stop as the motorcycle did. The Khaki Green Mean Machine, as Abigail had nicknamed it, was as stunning as ever. Between them, rider and bike made a very attractive picture. One Abigail could quite happily look at all day long.

  She realised she hadn’t actually made any attempt to photocopy anything yet, so she hastily shoved one of the pieces of paper under the lid, keyed in the command for thirty copies and pressed the green button. Then she was free to gaze out of the window for a good long while before anyone suspected anything.

  Not that it was any big secret, anyway. The entire office knew of Abigail’s crush on the motorcycle courier, and she was often teased about it. The only reason she wasn’t being ribbed right there and then was because nobody else was tuned into the motorcycle’s engine noise frequency like she was — they wouldn’t have realised Mackenzie was here unless they looked out of the window. Glancing behind her, Abigail saw that everyone was engrossed in what they were doing, so she could perv out of the window, completely undisturbed and without mockery.

  Turning back, she saw that Mackenzie had now put the Ducati Monster on its stand and flung one long leg over it. She tugged off her heavy duty leather gloves, lay them on the seat and proceeded to undo her helmet. Abigail held her breath. This bit was always her favourite. The way the younger woman managed to still look gorgeous when removing a motorcycle helmet was incredible. Her long red hair cascaded free, and after a couple of quick finger-combs, it looked immaculate. For the hundredth time, Abigail wondered what her secret was. She was sure if she went on a motorcycle without tying her hair back, it would look like a rat’s nest by the time she arrived anywhere.