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

by L. A. Boruff

  They were not alone.

  Lilith’s screams pierced the roaring cacophony of torment, her throat torn raw from the forces ripping through her body, as she gave herself over to her own transformation.

  It was necessary.

  It was the next stage of her plan.

  It fucking hurt more than anything she had experienced to this point of her immortal life.

  Lilith wished that the pain, that the transformation, only took moments. Unfortunately for all seven of the immortals caught in thrall to the magic, for nearly an hour, they writhed in agony as every pulse of the Aurora Borealis overhead drove spikes of magic into the very core of their primordial beings.

  Transforming them.

  Energies clashed, merged, and coalesced. Coruscating power, flavored by the raw, primordial essence of seven powerful immortals, created something as ancient as the universe, yet unseen and unimaginable until that moment.

  A supernova burst outwards, an intangible shockwave of energy released in a sudden instant, releasing the immortals from their torment.

  Bodies crashed to the ground, tormented groans and curses filling the air.

  Loki, the shapeshifter with his protean nature, was the first to recover, and the flare of his temper revealed his true, fire giant heritage. “What the fuck have you done to us, you bitch?”

  Panting, Lilith pushed herself upright, shrugging out of the tattered remains of her blouse as she brushed sweat-damp hair away from her face. Turning to face Loki, she hissed, “What was necessary for survival, for all of us. The humans would have destroyed this world, whatever any of us did, and I, for one, do not plan on sitting on the sidelines any longer.”

  “It’s your fault the world is ending!” Cain groaned, scrubbing his hands over his face before he turned to glare at Lilith.

  “I have tied you, tied us all, to those who will survive and thrive in the new world. I have ensured that those humans with a hint of monstrous blood will undergo their own transformations, fueled by Ragnarök, allowing them to evolve into forms that will give them the strength they need to survive. These will be your new worshippers, your new followers, making you the Alphas of All Alphas, and…”

  “What…what is that smell?”

  Xolotl’s voice was husky, the low, feral rumble of a predator scenting prey, as he rolled over to his hands and knees.

  His hair had come free of its ponytail, liquid ebony cascading down over his shoulders to pool on the floor around his hands. Clenching his fingers, his claws dug furrows in the ancient, weathered wood, while his shoulders tensed, his ropy back muscles flexing beneath the sweat-soaked cotton clinging to his flesh.

  Lifting his head, Xolotl’s obsidian eyes flew to pin Lilith, who instinctively drew back from the ferocity in that gaze. His nostrils flared, his chest expanding and lips parting, as he drew in the flavor over his tongue. The growling sound that rumbled through Xolotl’s chest was unsurprising, considering his nature, but the answering growls that came from the five other males was a bit more startling.

  These were not “masculine” growls, deep chesty rumbles, these were bestial sounds, feral and primitive, as the immortal males regained their senses.

  “It’s her cunt,” Cain groaned, swiping his hand over his mouth, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he inhaled deeply, purposefully. “But it’s more than that…I can smell something more, something…fuck, it’s making my cock harder that fucking stone.”

  “Well, if nothing else,” Shemyaza said, laughter making his growls more throaty, as he sprawled on his back with one fist slowly stroking his blood-engorged cock, “Whatever Lilith did to us, it’s not only made my cock bigger and harder, but I’d swear I’m even more sensitive. Who knew you could improve upon perfection?”

  He laughed again, but this time it was deeper, darker, as he muttered, “And I really, really want to sink my cock into someone’s sweet, tight cunt.” He tilted his head, his molten eyes rolling towards Lilith as his features grew taut with lust, “In your tight little cunt, Lilith. I think you owe me that, now…think you owe all of us a little something.”

  There was another set of growls from the males, and it was never a good sign when a group of alpha males agreed on something.

  For the first time, Lilith had serious doubts about her grand scheme; the situation may have possibly gotten out of her control.

  5

  Who Is, Who Was

  The males had all risen to their feet, recovering far quicker from their metamorphosis than Lilith had. As they closed in around her, encircling her, looming over her with their superior height, a quick glance around showed no escape from the looming males as they stared down at her with heated eyes.

  Warily eyeing the threatening males, Lilith didn’t dare close her eyes, didn’t dare blink, as an alien sensation crawled down her spine and goosebumps crept across her flesh.

  She was afraid.

  For the first time in six thousand years, Lilith felt fear. Even when she had rebelled against her betrothed’s demands she submit to him in all ways, when she had fled Eden and been chased by the angels, when she had been cast out of the Heavens and imprisoned in the mortal world, she had never truly been afraid.

  Taking a shaky breath, struggling to calm her suddenly racing heart, Lilith gasped aloud as she was assaulted by the powerful scent burning her nostrils. Potent and thick, the scent was musky and heavy, coating her mouth and sinuses with a pervading, oppressive stink laden with testosterone and lust.

  She was intimately familiar with the scent of lust, of the distinctive, funky stench of male sweat and semen, but this was more concentrated, far more potent; it was an intoxicant, making her feel light-headed, making her body respond as it had never before.

  Feeling her mouth flooding with saliva, her womb clench in anticipation, and her inner thighs growing slick with a disturbingly copious amount of natural lubrication—far more than she had ever produced before—Lilith felt that uncertainty, that fear, even more intensely.

  Her fear and trepidation did not go unnoticed.

  “Oh, I think she’s finally realized,” Loki laughed as he crouched down to eye-level, forcing Lilith to meet his gaze as his lips twisted in a mocking grin. “Did you really think we were completely unaware of your machinations? That I, of all beings, couldn’t sense the threads you’ve been tweaking and magics you’ve been layering oh-so-carefully over this last century?”

  “What…what have you done?” Lilith panted, struggling

  Reaching out, Loki gripped her chin in a surprisingly gentle grip. Tsking, he shook her head from side-to-side. “It’s simple, really. I just made a few minor modifications to your little spell. I wasn’t entirely sure what the spell was for, and I must admit, I didn’t foresee your actually ending the world with a giant meteor—which is kind of genius, I’m not going to lie—but since I’m rather well-acquainted with both sex magic and curses, I twisted things a little.

  You wanted women to rule males, wanted to have all males bow down before your ‘altars of femininity,’ and to be fair, males can rather easily be lead around by their cocks…but in the interests of fair play, I may have added a few caveats of my own. Your precious little omegas are going to find themselves rather unable to resist their baser urges.”

  Lilith pulled free from Loki’s grip, scrambling back away from him. Snarling, she glared at the smirking bastard as she spat, “We’ll just see about that, you…”

  Hard, heavy hands reached down and gripped her biceps, yanking her up to her feet and pinning her back against a large, hard body. Lilith shuddered as she felt a huge, thick erection grinding along the cleft of her ass, but her struggles to pull away were halted as a hand wrapped around her neck, collaring her throat.

  Powerful fingers tightened around her throat, threatening to cut off her oxygen, had her stilling instinctively. Her breasts heaved against the tattered remnants of her blouse, and she struggled to force back the mounting terror that had her breaths coming in quick, shal
low pants that only made her even more lightheaded. She couldn’t see the male behind her, but she could feel him engulfing her body from behind, feel the intense heat of him branding her through the thin layers of clothing that did nothing to conceal his arousal.

  With the insistent pressure of his thumb against her chin, he forced her to cant her head to one side, opening her neck while his other arm wrapped around her breasts, holding her firmly in place. Before Lilith’s hazed mind could grasp what was happening, he struck.

  Fangs bit down savagely, sharp canines penetrating the flesh where her neck met her shoulder, in a primal, brutal mark of dominance.

  Lilith screamed. From pain, from the shredding of her flesh and muscle as he clamped his mouth down, gnawing and shaking his head with a deep, throaty growl as he set his fangs firmly into her body. She tried to pull away, heedless of the damage tearing his maw from her shoulder could cause, but he only tightened his grip around her throat and around her waist as he hiked her up off the ground, leaving her convulsing against his hard body. Suddenly, a strange rumbling sound began to come from the male molesting her, a loud, ragged purring that thrummed through his chest. The vibrations echoed through her body, and between one heartbeat and the next, the agony morphed into something far more distressing, something that had Lilith screaming once more in denial.

  “No!”

  Digging sharp nails into the brawny forearms gripping her body, Lilith writhed helplessly as a powerful orgasm swept through her body, torn from her by a traitorous body that craved something she had never willingly given any male—her utter submission to his dominance.

  Fluid gushed from her cervix, lubricating her swollen, throbbing inner muscles with a flood of need, soaking though her clothing and filling the air with the sweet, pheromone-laden scent of a fertile female.

  This time, it was the males who groaned aloud as their senses were assaulted by the scent of Lilith’s release. It triggered something primal within them, something Lilith’s—and Loki’s—twisted magics had unlocked in even their detached, immortal natures.

  Incoherent snarls and roars echoed through the room as the males jockeyed for position, clawing and viciously attacking one another in their desperation to claim the fertile female for breeding. Instinct overwhelmed intellect, and the scent of blood, coppery and bittersweet, only made the pheromone-laden air more redolent with primitive desires.

  If not for the fact she was held in the unwavering clench of one of those males, Lilith would have gloried in the sight of these wicked immortals, all of whom were infamous for their cunning and intellect, reduced to little more than savage beasts fighting over scraps.

  Yet, the male whose fangs were set in Lilith’s shoulder, currently maintained dominance through possession. Turning his back to the others, Lilith grew dizzy from the swift, sudden movement as he used his superior bulk to bare her down the floor, burying her beneath his hulking body.

  The sharp hiss of fabric tearing, followed by the sensation of cool air bathing her feverish flesh had Lilith crying out in shock as her already tattered clothing was rent from her. Squirming in desperate need to escape from beneath the male pinning her to the ground, the male’s sharp growl and a shake of his head sent a crimson flash of pain stabbing into her brain as his fangs dug deeper into her shoulder to hold her in place.

  With a final, demanding growl, the male removed his fangs from her shoulder as he leaned up, using his lower body to keep her pinned in place as his calloused hands, rough and demanding, tore away at the last shreds of her clothing; but she was not helpless, not yet.

  Uncowed by the male’s growl, Lilith undulated beneath him, bucking her hips violently as she sought to unseat him. Twisting around unto her back, Lilith clawed at Ares’ unyielding body, at his cold, stern face. Unflinching as her sharp nails shredded his flesh, Ares ignored her feral screams as he stripped her bare, leaving her exposed naked beneath him.

  With almost clinical efficiency, he pulled off the remnants of own ragged t-shirt, exposing his powerfully built torso. Dark whorls of silken hair, matted with sweat and blood, covered his broad pectoral muscles and his solid, thick abdomen. Unlike Shemyaza, whose body was a sculpture to male beauty, Ares’ body was brutally masculine, slabs of heavy muscle hone over thousands of years of battle, covered with scars testifying to his ability to survive and overcome anything that stood in his path.

  Ignoring her attacks, Ares bent his dark head. “I will earn your submission, female, and make you beg for my cock,” he promised in a thick, husky voice before his lips claimed a pale pink nipple, drawing a startled gasp from Lilith’s throat as his hungry mouth fastened on her breast like a suckling babe.

  Desperately, Lilith struggled beneath Ares’ onslaught, realizing too late that he viewed fucking her as he viewed any battle, a conquest to be ruthlessly exploited until his opponent either yielded or was annihilated.

  Every tug of his lips sent sharp jolts pulsing through her body, her nipple growing taut and tender as his teeth tugged at her nub, while his whiskered cheeks abraded her overly sensitive flesh.

  Beating her fists against his immovable shoulders, Lilith strained to push him away from her as she cursed virulently in dozens of forgotten languages. His own hands, at odds with his savage marking of her shoulder, slid over her bare flesh with all the skill of one who had spent mortal lifetimes the lover of a Goddess of Love and Passion.

  Using his thighs, he worked his way between her spread legs, wedging her sex open as shallow thrusts of his hips slid the broad, hard length of his covered cock sliding through the swollen, slick lips of her exposed labia.

  Panting heavily, riding the line between desire and desperation, Lilith turned her head away, her eyes seeking something, anything to distract her from the war being waged over her own body.

  Her eyes widened at the spectacle unfolding around her.

  She saw the flex of Cain’s muscular, pale ass as he savagely fucked his cock into a writhing, struggling Loki, who was likewise naked and sprawled on his hands and knees, clawing futilely at the floor as he struggled to get away from the ruthless male asserting his dominance—and fulfilling an earlier threat.

  “That’s right, bitch,” Cain groaned as he hunched over Loki’s exposed back, his hands bruising Loki’s thighs as he held the resisting male in place. “I’m going to make you scream for me.”

  “Fuck… you,” Loki growled, his strong, lithe body glistening with sweat as he struggled to escape the other male’s relentless assault. Yet, despite his protestations, his own cock was engorged with blood, leaking a steady stream of precum unto the floor beneath him. A sudden, savage thrust of Cain’s hips had Loki bucking up, his back slapping against Cain’s barrel chest as he cried out hoarsely, “Fuck, Cain!”

  Wrapping a fist around his raging cock, Loki gave his leaking shaft a few hard tugs, even as he growled, “I’ll…fucking get you…for this!”

  The contrast between Loki’s pale flesh, his thin, athletic build, and golden-red hair was sharp compared to the darker complexioned Cain. The raw debauchery of watching Cain carry out his threat had Lilith biting her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, desperately trying to hold back a whimper.

  Unconsciously, she curled a hand around the back of Ares’ head, arching her back with a throaty moan as she felt his fingers dip into the dampness of her sex, teasing at her entrance before sliding up to torment her tender clit. Rocking her head back, Lilith squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately once more to regain some semblance of self, but the hot mouth suckling greedily upon her nipple and the bruising grip on her bare ass, did not allow for such mental liberties.

  “Fuck yeah, Lucifer, shove your cock down his throat,” Shemyaza’s gleeful encouragement was loud, like a drunken frat boy egging on a pledge, further unraveling the edges of Lilith’s inhibitions. Unable to resist, Lilith’s head lolled to the other side, and once more she was caught up watching the scene playing out inches away from her.

  Shemyaza and Lucifer ha
d apparently overcome their differences enough to tag team the lone Aztec god, Xolotl caught between the two fallen angels. Shemyaza had fisted one hand in Xolotl’s long, unbound hair, using it for leverage to hold the smaller male’s head up while Lucifer shoved his bare cock down the male’s vulnerable throat. Shemyaza’s own cock was buried deep in the male’s exposed ass as the two fallen angels moved in tandem, ruthlessly using Xolotl to ease their lusts.

  Grunting and groaning, the immortal males had given themselves over completely to their primal urge to fuck, to breed, each alpha male seeking to assert dominance over the others. Yet, every male’s eyes were focused entirely on her, watching with undisguised, unbridled lust as Ares used her own body’s desires against her.

  “Don’t worry about them,” Ares hand once more gripped Lilith’s chin, forcing her to meet his dark, blazing eyes. “I’ve got what you need, female.”

  That’s when she felt it, the bare, hot crown of Ares’ cock resting against her slit, the palpable heat radiating from his throbbing shaft almost scorching her flesh, as he tauntingly slid his length against her.

  Eyes widening, Lilith reached up, pushing desperately against his chest, but he was implacable, merciless in his determination.

  Gripping her wrists in one meaty hand, Ares trapped her hands against his hard chest, while his other hand was braced on the floor beside her head. Leaning down, he crushed her lips with his, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, making her taste her own blood as he ruthlessly claimed her mouth once more.

  Lilith could have resisted his kiss, she even forced her body to go lax and limp beneath his, boneless; not in surrender, but in antipathy. She may not be able to get away from him, but she would make it rape, not capitulation.

  She wouldn’t surrender.

  She wouldn’t give in.

  Then he began to purr once more, only this time, it was soft, soothing, an almost tender lullaby hypnotic in its intensity as the sound thrummed through her. The vibration seemed to flow through her veins, wrapping itself around her heart, until it forced that treacherous organ to match its melody.