Broken Vow

by Zoey Marcel

  “Sonya will not break her vow,” Cassiel raised his voice before reminding himself to calm down. He sighed in frustration. “Forgive me.”

  “No, it's all right.”

  “Sonya is a good woman. There is no demon she would compromise for.” Cassiel felt Blade's contradiction in the heavy silence.

  “Well, there was one,” Blade reminded him.

  Cassiel's eyes closed. “He's encased in rock in the underworld temple. He won't trip her up.”

  “True, but what if someone released him? There have been plenty of decades that have come and gone. Nimbus could be roaming the earth right now.”

  Cassiel felt a surge of anger. Nimbus was the reason Sonya was a fallen angel now. Hearing the demon's name spoken spiked a strong sense of hatred in him. “Even if that were true, he would have been required to drink from the River Lethe in order to be released. Wherever he is, he doesn't remember her.”

  “What about the mating bond they share?” Blade asked, appearing concerned. “What if it leads them back together?”

  Cassiel didn't want to hear this. “The longer you stand here talking with me, the longer she's in danger.”

  “Sorry, I'll get going.” Blade turned and walked off.

  “Blade.”

  He turned back when Cassiel called his name.

  “If you ever hear of Nimbus on the earth, let me know. He must not be allowed to get to Sonya again.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “She will never break her vow.” Cassiel watched him leave and muttered under his breath. “Please.”

  God help her if she ever did.

  Chapter Eleven:

  Possession

  Sonya swallowed nervously when Nimbus led her by the hand over to an ominous-looking pole with attachments that he referred to as a forced orgasm tower. While the thought of coming was tempting, she knew staying in control around him was a must.

  He shackled her to the pole and to her dismay he secured a vibrator in the holder perched near her exposed pussy. Liquid heat flowed through her veins at the lascivious fire in his eyes as he ensnared her with them and slipped the vaginal portion of the toy up inside of her after he lubricated her folds. He positioned the clitoral stimulator so it touched her clit and turned the vibrator on the lowest setting.

  “I'm going to make you come, Sonya.” The passionate hush of his virile tone electrified her.

  “I gathered as much.”

  His dark, sexy chuckle got her juices flowing. “Such a wise ass. You may think you're in control of the situation, but I know you better than that. You're still part succubus, Sonya. There is no way you'll remain in control tonight. You will fall hard and you will come even harder.”

  His licentious grin stoked her desire and she flinched when he flipped up the speed on the toy. “No.”

  “Yes,” he whispered, dragging his fingertips down the front of her body with shameless lust in his eyes.

  She shivered at the intimate contact on her skin and the insistent buzzing in her center. “You may be able to make me come from this toy, but it doesn't mean I will with all those men.”

  His face glowed with perversion. “Trust me, you will.”

  “It doesn't matter. It won't damn me. I didn't break my vow,” she protested, wondering which of them she was trying to convince. “You forced me into this. I'll be forgiven.”

  His eyes darkened with exasperation and he increased the toy's speed, making her whimper. “Keep telling yourself that.”

  She gasped, becoming startled by the rush of feeling that commenced when he yanked her head toward his face by her hair.

  “I'll damn you yet. By the time this night is through, I'll see you break every one of your vows and you will come hard at the knowledge of your unholy betrayal.”

  “No, I won't.” She shook her head, struggling against her building climax.

  Nimbus smiled, lowering his voice to a sensual whisper she was no match for. “You're coming now. Come for me, my pretty cow.”

  Self-control was stripped away when his hands cupped her milk-filled breasts and the vibrator beat down her shields of resistance. The orgasm rolled through her, steady and constant. She choked on a mangled cry of torment when her pussy clamped down on the inserted dildo that rotated inside of her.

  Voices came from the other room and he smiled, upping the speed on the vibrator.

  “Oh, don't!”

  “I shall do what pleases me. Your first guests are here. Now be a good girl and give into your sexual urges. The vampires have come for your blood and some other demons want your milk, but all of them want your body.”

  Sonya panted against the wicked instrument playing her privates like a deviant musician. “No, I won't submit. You can't make me.”

  He grinned and threw her a wink before going to greet the guests. “I'll make you eat those words, slave.”

  She heard the guests arriving gradually over the course of the next hour and tried to silence her defeated noises of pleasure as orgasm after torturous orgasm was forced upon her body. The men conversed in the other room, acting as though she wasn't being tormented by this devilish vibrator. Her knees shook violently and she longed to be free of the too-good sensations that sent her release pouring down her legs in a never-ending stream.

  After what seemed like an eternity, a stranger walked in and ogled her naked body as the toy worked her toward abandon. It embarrassed her immensely, particularly when two more men came in and leered at her while she blushed beneath their stares.

  “Now that's what I like to see – a happy cow with a full udder. You want to be milked, darlin'?”

  Sonya shook her head and struggled through a whimper as she attempted in vain to hide her climax. It surprised her that being referred to as a cow bred to service them should turn her on, similar to the way being trained as Nimbus' pony long ago had.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” one of the men breathed as he fondled her sweating labia. “She's soaking wet. You've only got one thing on your mind right now, don't you, whore?”

  She gaped, unable to believe the sudden rush of heat as the offensive word burned through her defenses and smote her with lust. This was bad. Why did she have to be part succubus? How the hell was she supposed to stay strong when these men appealed to her need to be dominated and used?

  No, she must be strong. She would be. They would use her to sate their obscene urges and she would endure and then beg forgiveness for the sin she'd been forced into.

  “Don't call me whore,” she protested in a weak voice.

  The man looked irritated and his weathered face taunted her inability to escape his intentions as he turned up the vibrator, looking smug when she wailed with euphoric suffering. “You are whatever I say you are. You're writhing against a pole in the buff in front of strangers, squirting your release all down your legs and about to get fucked by a mob of men you've never met. And you don't think that makes you a whore?”

  The insult irritated her, but there was a subtle appeal at being taunted by someone determined to have his way with her whether she wanted him to or not.

  “Please turn it off. It's too much. I can't come anymore,” she pleaded.

  The men grinned and the jerk next to her shook his head with an evil smile. “You're a woman. My money says you can.”

  She cried out in pained pleasure as he increased the speed. “No, please! I can't take anymore! Make it stop!”

  “We want to see you come,” the cutie in the doorway told her. “Show us your O face, baby.”

  “I don't even know you.” She blushed when she saw Nimbus watching through the open door in the other room.

  “That's what makes you such a slut.” The jerk near her squeezed her areolas until a bit of milk dribbled from her elongated nipples. “I'm just gonna play with these titties while you hump that toy.”

  Sonya came screaming and started to sob at the nirvana she could no longer stand and her shame that a man she didn't know was expressing milk from her brea
sts. The rolling drops of liquid awakened the nerves in her heated skin on their descent.

  The vibrator was shut off and removed from her sopping crotch. They unshackled Sonya and pulled her off the tower, catching her when she dropped to the floor. The tremors plagued her body mercilessly and she had to be carried over to where they wanted her.

  An average-looking man followed the other two across the room. “Put the horny cow on the bed.”

  Sonya writhed and whimpered when she was tossed onto the bed on her back. Cutie and Average climbed onto it with her and pinned her wrists to the mattress. She blushed when she saw Nimbus standing in the doorway watching them and sporting a tremendous hard-on.

  “Help me,” she begged him. “Please.”

  “I am helping you, slave. You're repressed and lament your existence,” he said quietly, eyes knowing and serious. “I'm helping you feel again, restoring your passion. I won't let you live a lie, not anymore.”

  Cutie and Average each took a tit into their mouth and suckled milk from her engorged breasts. The tugs and slurps on her nipples made her womb clench and tremble until she felt sparks igniting in her drenched, throbbing pussy.

  The jerk who taunted her sat on the bed between her thighs, face blazing with sadism. “I'll bet your cunt is real sensitive after all those orgasms, isn't it, bitch?”

  A sharp outcry bolted from her when his hand came down hard on her mons. Her eyes welled, emitting tears as he spanked her there repeatedly while the other two men feasted on her rich milk. She came from the punishing slaps and opened her eyes to find Nimbus grabbing his groin as he watched her being used and pleasured by complete strangers.

  “Don't drain the cow,” he said, tone thick with lust. “There are still others who wish to milk her.”

  Cutie and Average stopped and moved. Jerk stood and dragged her by the ankle toward the foot of the bed. “Spread your thighs for me, cunt.”

  “Fuck you,” she spat, squealing when he flipped her over onto her stomach. “I'm not sleeping with a man who hasn't told me his name.”

  He positioned her so she rested on her knees and elbows and shoved her face against the mattress. “Like hell you won't. I don't want you to know my name. That would make you a person, but you're not a person. You're a vessel for my pleasure and that's how I want it.”

  She gasped when his huge cock plunged into her and fucked into her body, powerful and determined.

  “I don't even want to know your name, cow. Moo for me.”

  She yelped and writhed when he delivered fierce, hot slaps to her taut buttocks.

  “Moo for him, slave, or I'll call forty more demons over,” Nimbus threatened.

  “Forty? Nimbus, no!” She felt an invisible force closing in around her neck, cutting off her air supply.

  “I'm your master, slave. Now say moo.”

  “Moo.” The pressure alleviated and she drew in a deep, jagged breath.

  “Again, cow.” Jerk continued to spank her ass until she gave him several convincing moos.

  Sonya's cheeks burned and she felt humiliated as the men watched her getting fucked by a scruffy-looking man while he beat her ass and reduced her to little more than a dairy animal.

  Oddly this same knowledge had her reeling toward another climax. She was being fucked by strangers. This man wasn't even her type. She wasn't sexually attracted to him, but it didn't matter. The bastard drove his cock into her and violated her ears with his sounds of pleasure as he defiled her with his invasive touch. Being objectified by the leather-faced man plagued her pussy with an unbearable ache. It throbbed wildly at the crudeness of his mannerism and unwanted touch on her body.

  “You're nothing to me,” he rasped, jabbing into her faster. “You're just the cunt that got me off tonight.”

  She screamed in ecstasy as her vaginal orgasm seized her conquered body and her pussy brought the dick release just like he wanted her to. He poured his seed into her body, holding her hips still so she was powerless to escape his will.

  “You're a satisfying fuck, cunt. Don't crap out yet. There's a lot of other men here tonight who are gonna put you in your place.” The jerk fastened his pants and walked out now that he was done with her.

  Average pulled her up and shoved her to her knees. “Suck me off, cow. I'm gonna milk these lush udders.”

  Sonya moaned on his cock as he pushed it past her reluctant lips. She felt Nimbus' disapproving glare when she hesitated, so she slowly started to suck the swollen dick in her mouth. Her pussy swelled with heat and lust when the man squeezed her breasts. Milk leaked from her engorged tits and trickled down her body, shooting occasionally onto his hairy legs.

  “Fuck, you sure know how to suck cock, don't you? I think you like being milked too.” He panted, picking up speed in her mouth.

  She gasped when Cutie knelt on the floor and bit her arm, slowly drinking her blood. He must be a vampire and he was forcing her to break her vow. She squealed in fear and tried to move, but they wouldn't let her.

  Average shot his cum down her throat and demanded she swallow. She obeyed and watched him pull his pants back up and leave now that he was sated and no longer had a use for her. He took advantage of her and her vagina ached unwittingly at the thought.

  Cutie pushed her onto her back on the bed and bracketed her legs around his waist. He stroked slowly into her body, pulling out and pausing before dipping back inside of her. The slow motion was maddening. He picked up speed slightly near the end, though his movements were relatively steady throughout.

  “All that cum inside you. You're gonna be full of it by the time the night is over.” His own words seemed to bring about the finale he quested for and he erupted in her vagina. The vampire buttoned his pants up and gave her a lusty half smile. “Thanks for the screw, angel, and thanks for making me invincible to my only natural predator. History will credit you for our victory and heaven will damn you for it.”

  Nimbus showed him out. His praise sent her into a panic. She just gifted him with a natural defense against black angels, giving him the courage to face them head on and quite possibly the ability to kill them if he got the chance.

  “Oh my god, what have I done?” Sonya clambered to her feet and fell over. She tried to run out of the room, but Nimbus returned and caught her in his arms.

  “Where do you think you're going?”

  “I can't do this! I'm not a whore. I can't let them become immune to cruxim bites.”

  “You will because I want you to and you are a whore, Sonya.”

  Tears pricked her eyes. “No! I'm not like this. I'm an angel, not a demon.”

  His eyes flashed with anger and he slammed her up against the wall. “That ship sailed long ago! You're not an angel, you fool. You're a delusional crusnik and by the time the night is over you'll be fully demonic.”

  “No!” She pushed against him, but he gripped her tighter, stirring terror and passion from within. “I'll never surrender! I'm over you. I hate you.”

  His eyes were hard and dangerous with flecks of skepticism. “If that were true you'd still be in heaven.”

  Her head hung in shame and she sniffled in misery. He clutched her arm like a vise, subjecting her to his perverse will as he led her into the other room. Her jaw dropped in shock when she saw the crowd of men in there waiting for her.

  “No. I...I can't. I'll be damned.”

  His smile was pure evil as he whispered into her ear. “Only if you want it. Do you, Sonya? Are you ashamed of being debased by unholy beings? Or merely guilty because you know you should be?”

  She shivered and her eyes closed at his knowledge of the scandalous urges gnawing at her from within. “I'll be forgiven.”

  “Will you, Sonya? If you truly believed that you wouldn't be so afraid. Shall we see which of us is right?” Nimbus traced the shell of her ear with the smoldering wetness of his tongue. “Shall we play with fire and see if you get burned? Is your redemption worth whatever it costs, or is pleasure? Tell me, little flower.”


  She shivered in fear and desire at the hushed depravity of his murmur.

  His face hardened into a lethal tension. Sonya sensed he was thinking back on the day she became a black angel and betrayed him.

  “Show me with your body.”

  He startled a cry from her when he hurled her toward the crowd and a few of the men caught her naked body in their arms.

  She shook her head frantically. “I won't do this! Someone will come for me.”

  “There's no one coming to save you. You're completely at our mercy.” Nimbus smirked and went over to the fridge behind the bar. He pulled a beer out and popped the cap off to take an aggravated swig. “Take a swing at any of them and you'll regret it. Now service them, slave. Pleasure the demons you belong to.”

  Sonya choked on a sob at his ruthless taunting, screaming to herself inside that it wasn't true, but the steady rush of need that pulsed through her when she saw the men undressing made her wonder if she would fall again. Sex was a stumbling block for her and for some reason she reveled in it all the more when the ones using and pleasuring her were demons. There was no forgiveness for that.

  No. She didn't want this. Nimbus arranged it. She was outnumbered and without a say in the matter. Yes, she would be forgiven, but she must conceal any pleasure they brought her.

  Thankfully they were all in their human-looking forms, though her body still trembled with apprehension and the post orgasm tremors.

  A man reclined on his back and took her into his arms, crooning to her softly like they were lovers. His seemingly caring treatment of her helped to relax her to a small degree, though it made her anxious that she found comfort in the arms of a demon.

  “I just want you to grind you crotch against mine until we both get off,” he murmured in a Russian accent as he played with her hair and kissed the top of her head. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

  Good lord this one was good. Either he was skilled at manipulation, or perhaps he was simply a patient, understanding being. His sexy accent made her giddy.

  Sonya nodded, flinching when someone from behind parted her buttocks and smeared cool cream into the crack.