Ruined Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Dystopian Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  You’re losing it, Nova. Maybe, but the thought of disappearing, scared her more than anything else. Nova pushed out of bed and ambled over to her closet to grab a few things to wear. Then she made her way into the bathroom to prepare for the day. Since she didn’t really understand what was happening to her body or more specifically her psyche, she decided to see for herself what the physical changes were to her appearance. Lucifer—Samael said nothing changed. She was still the same old Nova, except for her eyes.

  Standing in front of the mirror, she gazed at herself, trying to find the enhancements or whatever it was called. There, in the flecks of her golden eyes had been the light. Like small orbs of illumination, not really causing a dramatic alteration in her appearance, but enough she could tell she hadn't been alone anymore. Or had she been awoken? Why won’t you talk to me, Eve?

  So frustrating.

  After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she headed back to her room. She closed the door behind her and yawned as she pulled her long chestnut hair back into a ponytail and shrieked when she spotted Paul—Pestilence on lounging on her bed. “Don’t do that.” She placed her hand over her chest, while her heart beat a wild tattoo.

  “I came to check on you,” he answered, undeterred by her admonishment.

  “I’m fine.” She continued to stand there. “Can I have a little privacy?”

  “A little privacy?” He stood then crossed to her. Pestilence towered over her. His gaze touched every inch of her, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You sure that’s what you want?”

  Her hands trembled. “Yes. For now.”

  He brushed a kiss across her lips and groaned. “You’re still sweet as ever, Nova.” Pestilence cupped her cheek. “You and Eve are the same person. She won’t overtake you if you’re worried.”

  “How do you know?” She hated how small her voice sounded or how desperate she’d been to hear those words.

  “You’re not like us.” He shrugged. “Take your time.”

  “So, your... Your human—” She sighed. “I can’t even begin to describe what you are.”

  He laughed softly. “The soul of our human shells were taken to heaven by Death, moments before we entered their bodies. So we are the soul now.”

  “What if their parents see you? Or their family? Friends?” The idea their families could bump into them even though they’d been pronounced dead—or—were they considered missing since it was an accident? She shook her head. Again, too many questions and not enough answers.

  “What if I told you they were orphans and these four men were all the family they had?”

  "I'd say I'd feel even worse because they didn't have anyone to mourn their loss." She frowned.

  Pestilence wrapped his arms around her. "You'll always have this kind of heart." Heat bloomed where he touched her, and she shivered.

  “You make it sound like a bad thing,” she mumbled against his chest.

  “It’s not.”

  “Mmhm,” she muttered.

  “Come here.” He led her over to the bed. “Sit.”

  “Why?” She gave him a skeptical look. “What are you doing?”

  “Shh... You need to relax.”

  “I’m anything but. You’re making me nervous.” She bit the corner of her lip.

  “Don’t be. Nothing has changed between us.” He paused then chuckled. “Okay, everything has changed, but we’re still... No, that’s not right either.”

  A breathy laugh left her on a rush as he knelt in front of her. “It shouldn’t be weird, but it is right?”

  He nodded. “We’re the same, but not. You’re the real you and I’m the real me.”

  "Well, of course, we're real." Nova smiled.

  “Shut up,” Pestilence teased, before kissing her.

  She melted into it, dropping her brush on the floor. The cool air of the room caressed the exposed skin of her thigh and she moaned into his mouth. Pestilence snarled, deepening the kiss while palming her breasts. The heat of his touch chased away the chill. She pushed into his hand needing more of it—him. She yearned to feel him everywhere and like last time, she didn’t want it to stop. There was a connection between them she couldn’t deny, one she didn’t want to dismiss ever.

  “What’s going on in here?”

  Her head snapped up at Lucifer's voice. Behind him stood the rest of the guys, minus Ryan. Instead of being mortified at being caught once again, this time with Lucifer—Samael, it turned her on. Being awakened as she had, flipped the switch to some parts of her newly integrated psyche while dampening others. Eve, it appeared, had no inhibitions. She practically purred in Nova's mind. They are hot. She agreed with the woman.

  “I’m trying to relax, Nova,” Pestilence said.

  “Oh?” Lucifer stepped forward. “How is it going?”

  Pestilence shrugged. “We’re getting there.” He kissed the inside of her knee. “Weren’t we?”

  Nova gave a dazed nod. “Yeah.” Her words were soft, slightly slurred from arousal.

  Pestilence gave way to Lucifer, who held out his hand to her. Nova took it without hesitation. The scent of the man standing before her enveloped her in cloves and spice with a kick of heat. If she hadn’t been so wound up by his nearness, she’d have laughed at her pun. As it was, she could barely breathe through the thickening air. Her heart galloped in her chest. Her breath hitched when Samael’s eyes ensnared her gaze, holding her more firmly under his influence.

  “Do you know how long I have waited for this moment?” Lucifer whispered into her ear as he tugged her into his arms. His hand traveled up my outer thigh and stops at my hip. “How long I’ve yearned to taste your pureness? Craved sullying you?”

  Nova groaned.

  “She’s so fucking hot.” Pestilence grunted. When Nova opened her eyes, she glanced over at Pestilence. Famine had been at his side, stroking him off. “Sucks you’re making us all wait to fuck her until you do, asshole.”

  Samael chuckled. The dark rumbled sound washed over Nova, and she shivered. “It’s the devil’s pleasure, boys. You’re my minions and she is mine.”

  The way he said, mine, had the hairs on her arms standing on end. His? How? Why? They were in the middle of a battle for their lives or well, humanities, and those six men wanted to...to have sex with her? Right then?

  “Don’t I get a say?” she murmured, glancing over her shoulder. “I should. Don’t you think?”

  The devil ran his tongue along the sensitive skin of her neck and moaned. “Do you really need to be in control that much?”

  Yes. No. She... There were six men in her room. Six demons and angels. Seals were being broken and the apocalypse had been upon them. She should say no. She should shove Lucifer’s hand out from under her skirt and leave. They had things to do and more specifically, find the person or persons trying to bring about the end of the world. Yet, the niggle of arousal flowing through her, since the minute she met them, nipped at her heels, and she couldn’t shake it.

  First, she blamed it on being away from home. Then she blamed it on the intensity of the situation they were all in at the moment. When that didn’t work to cool the growing need building within her, she fell back onto her father’s teachings. Chastity is next to Godliness. Your virginity is precious. Don’t let the spoils of man corrupt your innocence. Nova snorted internally. Not even his words could stop her from wanting them. But, was it her arousal? Her desires? Her lusts or was it Eve’s?

  “I—”

  Lucifer made this sexy sound at the back of his throat—a mixture of a growl and groan—as he spun her around to face the wall. He pressed his groin against her rear, and she sucked in a breath. The hard length of his impressive erection seared her flesh. “Do you want to know what it feels like to have the devil in your creamy pussy?” He slipped his palm over her hip and nestled his fingers between her thighs, touching her intimately. “You’re already so hot and wet.”

  Nova sucked in a breath. “You only want my virginity.”

/>   He chuckled. “No, Nova. I want every inch of you.” He ran his finger along her slit then tapped her clitoris. “I want to own you. I want to mark you on the inside and the outside. I want to see you take each of my men, my brethren, into your sweet, sweet cunt and watch you climax in their arms. I want you to embrace the darkness and shine within it.”

  She whimpered, wiggling her hips. His words left her achy like her skin was too tight for her body. Nova’s heart hammered. Her knees trembled. They were both still fully clothed and she swore he was already inside of her, churning up a forbidden storm she’d never survive. She swallowed hard, trying to push back at spell he cast.

  The rasp of a zipper caught her attention. Nova glanced over at the doorway of the room and spied Ryan—Death. He leaned against the frame, his expression blank, while his hand worked the thick stalk of his dick. Behind them, the hedonistic sounds of Michael, Paul, Matthew, Adam, and Chris only ramped up the oppressive excitement coursing through her veins.

  “Please...” She couldn’t believe how husky, but reedy her voice had become. She tried to suck in a breath, only to have Lucifer pin her to the wall in front of her—harder—so she couldn’t move.

  “Please, what, Nova? Give me the words. Tell me what you want.” The seductive purr of his voice melted the remaining bits of her resolve.

  “Fuck me.”

  “Naughty girl,” Lucifer said. “Saying such bad words.”

  He chuckled again and she shivered. “Aren’t they the words you wanted?”

  “They are. But, I need more.” Lucifer nipped the edge of her ear, and fire raced through her veins.

  “What?”

  “Say my name.”

  “Say your name?” She shuddered when he slipped his middle finger into her. His languid thrust did nothing to cool the building ardor.

  Nova swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath. “Lucifer, fuck me.”

  He slipped from her, then pushed her plain panties aside and ran his finger through her slit before filling her once more. They both groaned as he pumped the digit in and out of her, mimicking what she was sure he’d do with his cock. “So snug and perfect. You were waiting for me, Nova. You can’t deny it. Instinct told you to save yourself.”

  “Or being raised in a fucked up house did,” she said.

  “No,” he groaned, adding a second finger. “You could have popped your cherry all those times you were with your aunt and uncle, but you didn’t.”

  She frowned. “I—”

  “You don’t have to lie to me.” The devil removed his fingers then stepped back. When he pressed his body to hers once more, he pushed his dick between her legs and teased her entrance. “This is our secret.”

  She looked over my shoulder at him. “Secret?” There were seven men in the room, how the heck would it be a secret.

  “Mmhm.” He grunted. The tip of his cock bumped her clit and she sucked in a breath. “We have our clothes on. You can walk out of here and no one will know you have the devil’s cum inside you.”

  A soft whimper of pleasure fell from her lips while she rocked against him. “You’re so vulgar.”

  “You’ve not seen vulgar yet, Miss Blom.”

  Lucifer aligned the tip of his cock and pushed forward. She gasped, going to her tiptoes. He didn’t stop until he filled her completely. The pinch of pain accompanied the stretching ache of her pussy. It was uncomfortable, but not at the same time. She wanted more yet desperately needed him to stop and give her a second to catch her breath.

  Instead, he pressed his forehead to her back and groaned, long and low. She quivered and pulsed around him as he stilled within her. Then she felt it, the rhythmic pulse and wet heat sensitizing her insides.

  “Look at what you made me do,” he whispered, so only she could hear him. “Made me cum with one thrust.”

  The idea she’d had that much influence over the most powerful of men, sent a thrill through her. She made Lucifer lose control. “I’d say sorry, but...”

  He chuckled and began to move. “We both know you’re not. You’re melting around me at the thought of unmanning me so quick.”

  She did and she didn’t deny it. The pinch of pain and the ache became something more carnal and debauched with each shift of his hips. Every bit of her concentration centered on where they were joined and how much pleasure they could feel together. The anxious knot building within her, twisted into one of bliss centering itself low in her belly. Her clit throbbed and her legs shook. She lowered her hand to cover his as he began to rub the hard bead at the top of her sex.

  “Fuck him,” Ryan said, joining them. “Fuck him hard, Nova. Because when he is done with you, it’s my turn.”

  The thought of having death inside her sent another thrill she couldn’t explain through her. She rocked back against Lucifer, meeting him stroke for stroke. With their encouragement, she began to float, but the burning lust coursing through her veins kept her grounded to them. Ryan—Death, palmed her breasts through her sweatshirt and for the first time since she woke up, she hated the fact she’d gotten dressed. Lucifer fucked her with hard, demanding strokes, the length of his cock tapping a place within her, so sinful she’d thought she’d died and gone to hell, it felt so good.

  “She’s so fucking hot. Like liquid gold on my dick.” His fingers dug into the flesh of her hip while the other continued to toy with her clit. “This is only the beginning, Nova.”

  Everything inside of her tightened in expectation. She went to her tiptoes once more. Her breath left her in heaving pants. Pleasure zinged through her veins. Every pinprick of pleasure narrowed to where she and Lucifer were joined and where Ryan’s fingers pinched and played with her nipples.

  Nova glanced up into Ryan’s unnaturally mercury-colored eyes and cried out. The wicked grin he gifted her with was filled with promise and intentions. “Please...” She uttered the word again on a sob of need.

  “You don’t have to beg,” Lucifer whispered in her ear. “But, it doesn’t hurt either.” He bit down on the lobe of Nova’s ear and everything inside of her shattered.

  She let out a strangled scream as her release rushed through her. Lucifer’s pace faltered then picked up speed. The sounds he made extended Nova’s pleasure until he shoved deep and pulsed within her once more. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. Nova sucked air trying to catch her breath. Lucifer groaned behind her and began to move again before pulling out.

  The warmth of his body left hers momentarily. When he returned, he stood beside her while Ryan removed her sweater and short skirt. She didn’t know exactly why she picked out such minuscule pieces of material other than she’d been feeling a bit rebellious since Lucifer tapped her forehead, waking her—Eve. The cool air of the room hit her skin and she shivered.

  “To the bed.” Ryan picked her up and carried her over to where everyone else lay in a tangle of bodies and limbs.

  Michael stared down at Nova with a lascivious smile on his lips while Paul fucked him. “I almost came when you did. The sweet sound of your pleasure...” He groaned, lowering his hand to his dick. “Makes me so hard.”

  She inhaled.

  “I think she likes watching you get fucked,” Ryan said, stroking himself. “Don’t you, Nova?”

  She nodded, afraid if she said anything the spell they were under would be broken and she’d wake in a tangle of sheets, mortified by her dream. It has to be a dream, no way in hell any of these guys would like me. Maybe Drew and I got into an accident or something... It would also explain the whole apocalypse thing along with thinking seven guys were the Four Horsemen, the devil, and the devil's minions.

  “Paul get closer. I want her to suck Michael’s dick while I fuck her,” Ryan stated, drawing her back to the conversation. “Chris and Adam, suck on her nipples. Matthew...”

  “Clean me up,” Lucifer said, lounging in the chair beside the bed. “If you do a good enough job, you can have her pussy after Ryan.”

  Matthew was the strong silent type.
He didn’t say much, but he was expressive. The look on his face said it all. He enjoyed the idea of sucking the devil’s dick while also earning the chance to fuck her as well. Nova arched off the bed the minute Chris took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. It had been as though her nipple and clit were joined together by some unseen thread. With each pull of his mouth, her clit throbbed more. Then Adam joined in and she thought she would die right there.

  Ryan hitched her legs over his elbows and opened her up. He sucked in a breath and moaned. “Nothing like seeing cum slipping out of a pretty pussy.” He adjusted himself then filled her with a single thrust.

  Nova screamed.

  Her fingernails bit into his thighs as pain and pleasure tore through her. Ryan bent his head and groaned out a string of curses. When his mercury-colored eyes flashed to hers, the intensity in them destroyed her. She saw everything there. Lust. Greed. Desire. He was unguarded with his emotions and it was then she realized, he wasn’t just a demon or an angel of death, he was more than that.

  “Should have told us how good she’d feel,” Ryan said as he began to move. “Got me so close.”

  Lucifer grunted. “I did. You weren’t paying attention. Fuck. So eager.” He threaded his fingers through Matthew’s short mohawk and guided him over his semi-erect dick. “That’s it, take it like a good little angel of war.”

  Michael appeared above her, straddling the sides of her face, obscuring her view of Lucifer and Matthew partially. He stroked himself and used the webbing of precum dripping from his fingers to paint her lips. She licked them and moaned. He tasted of spice, desperation and something tantalizing. Something she didn’t think there was a name for. She palmed his hard, sticky erection and pumped her fist, yearning for another taste of him. He shuddered and gave her a dreamy smile.

  “Tell me, princess, have you ever sucked dick before?” Michael asked.

  “No,” she answered. “Not really. I mean, you guys kind of walked in the first time I tried.”

  Paul grumbled. “Assholes all of you.”

  “Well then, today is your lucky day.” Michael positioned the tip of his dick at her mouth. The sticky pre-cum dotted it and she’d wanted to sample him again. She wanted to spread it across her lips and lick them. The curious flavor she couldn’t quite name darkened and fizzled on my taste buds.