Broken Vow

by Zoey Marcel

  Nimbus donned a pair of gloves and uncapped a water bottle. He poised it near her lips. “Drink.”

  “More?”

  “Yes, I want you to fill this bag up at least halfway.”

  Her eyes widened and she tried to close her legs, but the binds held them apart effortlessly.

  After she drank, he walked on his knees and his lips were a gentle caress on the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, seducing her trust and overpowering her will.

  “Will you close your legs to me?” he asked in a heated murmur as he lavished her thigh with kisses. “You know where that will get you.”

  Sonya's shaky exhale betrayed her nervousness and the unmistakable power he had over her. She relaxed and opened her body to his will. His depraved, twisted will that she was too weak to overcome and too enthralled by to resist.

  He cleaned her pussy, making it as sanitary as possible for what was coming. She knew hospitals sometimes subjected patients to this, but there was no medical reason for him to be doing this to her now. This was motivated purely by his dark need to control her and her natural hunger for being overpowered and objectified by him despite her uncertainty.

  “Only sluts cream when their doctor puts his hands on them. Are you a slut, Sonya?”

  Sonya moaned softly when a gloved finger tickled her clitoris. “Only a pervert pretends to be a doctor so he can touch women inappropriately.”

  His olive-green eyes trapped hers and the playful smile filled her heart with joy. It relieved and startled her that they were playing with each other like they used to. She really must get a grip and raise her shields. He may be a former lover and the father of her children, but he was still a demon. He couldn't be trusted.

  “Your clit has to be cleaned as well.” Nimbus rolled it slowly.

  Slow, electric sensations gathered where his stirring finger summoned them. Nerves yielding their power to the spell the sorcerer weaved over them. The wordless incantation wielded by his finger riled up the primitive forces only to cut them short before they could blossom to maturity.

  Sonya whined in protest.

  “Hush now. We're ready to begin.”

  She tensed when he stood to change gloves. “You won't hurt me?”

  “Not if you hold very still and do exactly as the doctor orders.”

  “Have you done this sort of thing before?”

  He turned to face her. An incredulous look of annoyance that was probably half feigned dominated his expression at the moment. “Are you questioning me?”

  “No.”

  “It sounds like you are.” He resumed his place on the bed between her legs, this time holding the dreaded instrument. “You need to learn to trust me completely and by heaven you will.”

  His relentless quest to control her shouldn't surprise her, but his sudden desire to gain her trust did.

  “Stop trembling. Relax and hold very still.”

  Sonya gaped when the catheter slipped up into her urethra. She couldn't watch, but she felt every inch of the thing as it ever so slowly was eased into her most private place. It was the ultimate invasion and she couldn't believe how sensitive she was. The pill likely dulled the discomfort of the steady entry.

  “Are you all right?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Nimbus.”

  “Yes, Master,” he corrected her. “Let go a little like you're going to pee.”

  Sonya relaxed her muscles and gasped when she felt the catheter slip up into her bladder. “Oh, god, I'm going to die!”

  He chuckled. “You'll be fine.”

  She glanced down and saw him with the syringe that had no needle as he filled one of the tubes with water so the balloon would inflate and keep the catheter secure inside her bladder until he chose to remove it. She looked away, taking a deep breath. It was overwhelming to give him so much control. The sadistic look of pleasure written on his face scared and excited her. She felt the mildest of tugs only until the inflated balloon rested securely against the neck of her bladder. The urge to pee was intense.

  Nimbus took one of the attached tubes in hand and bore into her with his mesmerizing green eyes, commanding her to lose control to him. Sonya watched him twist the cap and felt a trickle of urine leave her. She saw the pale yellow liquid fill the tube and stop suddenly when he twisted the cap closed. He attached the bag to the tube and then the bag to her thigh to hold it in place. He opened the cap and the pee drizzled into the waiting bag.

  She stared in disbelief. He did it. He was controlling her bodily functions. She couldn't hold it in.

  “That wasn't very much. I think I deserve better than that. Drink up.”

  Sonya drank from the water bottle he held to her lips. It was sweetly intimate to be given water by hand while he held her head up gently to keep her from choking. She groaned when he presented her with another water bottle once she finished that one.

  “I want it all. Now drink.”

  She became breathless when she felt the pee gushing from her body in small, unstoppable streams. Any time liquid entered her bladder it was forced from there, through the tube and into the bag.

  Nimbus undid the fly on his jeans and smiled when he saw the fresh trickle of urine coming from her when she realized what he would do. She moaned with delight when his penis slipped between her lips and toward the back of her throat.

  “Drink everything I give you,” he commanded in a hushed tone that reeked of virility.

  Sonya squealed when she felt the unexpected splash of liquid in her mouth.

  “Shh. I want to give this to you. I want our fluids to combine,” he lulled as he played with her hair to calm her.

  She swallowed the delicate spray of piss he poured down her throat. It was diluted and relatively tasteless save for a mild hint of salt. The first time he peed in her mouth was to punish her for leaving him back in the nineteenth century. The experience had been humiliating and degrading then, but now with the loving way he crooned to her while he gave of himself and controlled her functions, the act seemed overwhelming and intimate.

  “That's it. You're drinking my piss, you little slut. You're peeing according to my will, not yours. If not for the bag, you would be pissing all over yourself. My urine will come out of your body and join yours in that bag.”

  Her body burned with the fires of bliss at his taunting. The pee came in sporadic impulses, but never stronger than when he started insulting her and unloading down her throat.

  If anyone had told her thousands of years ago that she would let a demon stick a catheter up her urethra and allow him to pee in her mouth, she would've sworn they were crazy. Fate was ironic.

  Something was happening to her as it had nearly two centuries ago. Nimbus was doing something to her - something wonderful and terrible. Sonya fought against it, but echoes from the past haunted her and resurrected ancient truths to life. She never felt as free as when she submitted to her master. He damned her, yet she adored him. He was a liar, yet she trusted him. But what she couldn't figure out was why she had ever trusted him to begin with.

  What manner of insanity was it to give someone complete control over one's bodily functions? Why was it so imperative she stay with him and let him take her to the limits and at times beyond them? This was all very exciting and terrifying, but was it possible to give someone too much control over one's body and soul? Had she even given him control, or had Nimbus simply taken it once he knew he had her?

  Chapter Ten:

  Plaything

  Sonya couldn't leave. Drakkar had some kind of force field over the club to prevent her from escaping. Consequently, she was permitted free reign of the premises since there was no threat of losing her.

  Demornae and Delilah came by to visit their friends and say hello to her as well.

  Sonya overheard Nimbus having a discussion with Jude and Drakkar in another room and crept closer to eavesdrop.

  “You never did tell us what happened when you d
rank Sonya's blood the other night,” Jude reminded him.

  “Nothing at first, but about a minute later I started to mentally locate every angel and crusnik within a hundred mile radius of me,” said Nimbus. “I could hear their thoughts and plans. I felt connected to everything around me. I still do. I think the effects are permanent.”

  Jude grinned. “As much as I envy your new-found power, demons are naturally immune to a crusnik's bite. Vampires aren't. If I were to drink her blood, it would probably kill me.”

  Drakkar shook his head. “No, it won't. You remember those two black angels I killed?”

  Jude nodded.

  “Well, I bit one of them before I killed him, just to see what would happen. The asshole bit me back, but it didn't do anything. Drinking the blood of a crusnik makes vampires immune to their venom and connects any demon that drinks their blood to everything around them,” Drakkar explained.

  Jude sounded excited. “What an excellent battle strategy. I think I'll go bite her right now.”

  Sonya cringed and inched away slowly, stopping when she heard Nimbus speak.

  “Not right now. You can tonight during her gang-bang.”

  Her stomach fluttered. A gang-bang? The raunchy idea had her salivating and creaming, but it scared her when she concluded that they would probably be demons.

  “Have you told her about this little orgy you set up for her?” Jude asked.

  “No. I thought I would surprise her,” said Nimbus. “I invited some demons to come over here tonight to fuck her and some vampires to drink her blood so they can become invincible to cruxim.”

  “What a splendid idea,” Jude praised. “Then we can kill every black angel except for Sonya, of course. I assume you want to keep her around.”

  Nimbus sounded like he was smiling. “Of course.”

  “Or we could bite the cruxim to protect ourselves and then make them our prisoners,” Drakkar suggested. “And then mate with them.”

  Sonya's jaw dropped in horror.

  “Yes, we can make a superior hybrid race to fight in Armageddon,” Jude decided.

  Drakkar laughed. “I just meant we could fuck them, but that's good too.”

  “After the gang-bang and some of the vampires become immune, the forces of darkness will strike tomorrow night and unleash hell on the city. We'll start with Seattle and spread over the entire planet until the humans are destroyed,” Nimbus explained. “Only the ones who swear eternal allegiance to us will be spared. I've already spoken with the seven princes of hell. After we wage war on the earth, they will ascend from the underworld and establish their reign.”

  Sonya was appalled. She wanted to run and shout for help, but this conversation was like a train wreck she couldn't pry herself away from.

  “You know I love war, but there will be angelic opposition,” Jude pointed out. “The Almighty could send the archangels and warriors to foil our plans.”

  “We used to be archangels, Jude. Our power is as great as theirs,” Nimbus reminded him. “Nothing is going to stop us.”

  “And if they do attack, those of us who drank the cruxim blood will have the advantage of reading their minds,” said Drakkar.

  Sonya tiptoed away and fell to her knees in another room. She didn't feel worthy to cry out to God, but she needed to get out of there. Her heart pounded as she prayed in a hushed voice. “Cassiel, if you can hear me, I'm trapped in Ane Rouge. Please get me out of here. Tell Blade where I am. Some demons are planning an attack on Seattle tomorrow night. If you don't get me out of here, they're going to drink my blood to gain immunity. Please help me.”

  “What the hell do you think you're doing?” Nimbus grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around to meet his overbearing glare.

  He startled a scream from her. “Nimbus, I didn't see you there.”

  She lost her breath when he jerked her to her feet and slammed her against the wall. “Were you praying?”

  “No, of course not.”

  “Don't lie to me! I heard you. How dare you mention Cassiel's name in this place.”

  “I'm sorry.”

  “He can't save you now, Sonya. No one can.” He ran his fingers up the sides of her head and threaded them. “You belong to me. No one is taking you away from me.”

  She shivered at the possessive look in his eyes. “I won't be an instrument for evil. I'll slay all your friends before I let them drink my blood.”

  “You will do as I say. You're my slave and my property.” He slipped a hand up her shirt to grope her breast. “I can do whatever I want with you.”

  “Stop,” she breathed, gaping at the rush that pulsed through her when his other hand cupped her crotch and rubbed her pussy.

  “That's it,” he cooed. “Don't think, just feel. Submit to me.”

  When he popped open the button on her jeans and slowly slid the zipper down, her clit pulsed and liquid heat pooled in her belly. She grabbed his hand, but he wouldn't move it. “That won't work. You can't seduce me into making war against heaven.”

  “I'm not asking you to. All I'm asking you to do is feel pleasure.”

  She whimpered when his fingers dipped into her panties to stroke her naked labia.

  “You know you'll give into me, Sonya. You always do. I own your body completely.”

  Her lips parted when his finger skimmed through her moist slit and gently massaged her clit.

  “Take your pants off, Sonya,” he murmured against her neck. “Take me into your body and give me your soul. It's mine to take. Now stop denying me.”

  “No!” Sonya struggled to get his hand out of her panties. “You can't win. I'll never give you my soul.”

  Nimbus removed his hand from her jeans, looking exasperated. “I deserve better than a half-ass relationship with you.”

  “I deserve better than you,” she retorted flippantly. Sonya regretted her words the second she uttered them.

  The disbelief and heartache that entered Nimbus' eyes killed her. His lips parted in shock before his features hardened in anger to disguise his anguish as he stormed out.

  “Oh, Nimbus, I'm sorry.” Her heart bled as she hurried after him. “I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it.”

  She was stunned when she saw him walk up to Demornae who was seated on a barstool and capture her mouth in a rough kiss. Sonya's eyes watered and her heart broke when she saw the vampire put her arms around him and kiss him back.

  “Nimbus, stop! I said I was sorry.” Tears spilled from her eyes as she tried to get to him only to be intercepted by Jude.

  “Shall we take this into the other room?” Nimbus asked.

  Demornae smiled and ran her hands up his chest. “Yes, let's.”

  She followed Nimbus into one of the private rooms. He grabbed Delilah by the wrist and brought her in with them.

  The succubus giggled. “Oh, goody.”

  Nimbus threw a glare over his shoulder. “Bring her.”

  Jude led Sonya by the arm into the room after the others. He sat down in a chair and held her on his lap, making her watch as Nimbus and the two women stripped in between making out. She looked away, but Jude guided her head back so she was forced to watch.

  Nimbus and the two women climbed onto the bed naked and explored each others' bodies with their hands and mouths. He made it look so easy to take two women at once and it hurt Sonya to know that he'd obviously done this before.

  “Oh Nimbus, it's been such a long time.” Demornae moaned as he teased her clitoris with his fingers.

  Sonya's heart broke and then hardened with anger. What the hell did that mean? Was Demornae putting on an act to play along with Nimbus' attempt to hurt her, or was she implying that they'd been intimate one on one in the past?

  Nimbus smiled, but Sonya could tell it wasn't genuine. Not like when he smiled at her. “Still responsive as you ever were I see.”

  Delilah kissed a trail down Demornae's tummy before grinning up at Nimbus when he arched an expectant brow and held his cock by the root. The succubus
stroked him into an erection and took him into her mouth.

  Sonya looked away when he groaned in pleasure.

  Jude licked the outline of her ear and whispered sensually to her. “If you act like it bothers you, he wins. You could fuck me and make him think it doesn't bother you to see him with other women.”

  She threw an annoyed glance at him over her shoulder. “Really, Jude? Are you sure you're not just trying to get laid?”

  He grinned. “Perhaps, but it still puts you at an advantage, doesn't it?”

  He yanked her pants down and fondled her cunt while they watched the sleazy show before them. If she told herself that this was about sex and revenge, the sight of Nimbus finding pleasure with the two beautiful women was rather erotic. But what if Demornae liked him? It could be an act. She hoped so.

  Nimbus pushed Delilah off his length and rolled onto his back, pulling Demornae on top of him. The vampire gripped his cock and guided him into her body. His breathless gasp pissed Sonya off and she wasn't sure if the sight of their naked bodies moving as one triggered the gradual tingles and aches inside of her, or if Jude's hand caressing her pussy was responsible.

  Nimbus tapped Delilah's leg and motioned with his head that he wanted her to straddle his face so he could lick her. She smiled and spread her legs on either side of his head, moaning like a whore as he tongued her delicate folds. Demornae smiled at the sight of Delilah facing her. The women shared an open-mouthed kiss as they sought pleasure with Sonya's man.

  “I'm going to make you come so hard, Sonya,” Jude whispered.

  She gasped when he speared a finger into her vagina and caressed her inner walls with it while he rolled her clitoris with another finger. Hot swells of excitement grew inside of her. The sparks of subtlety burned into a raging firestorm of ecstasy.