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

by L. A. Boruff

  And when Ares’ whispered, “Surrender,” against her lips, Lilith gasped, “Yes.”

  6

  Who Is To Come

  Striking without mercy, without hesitation, Ares impaled Lilith with the turgid, scorching length of his cock, driving himself into her with all the unbridled force held within his powerful thighs.

  Lilith cried out, tearing her lips away from his as she arched her back, digging her nails into his biceps as her body was forced to adjust to the wargod’s invasion. His cock was substantial, his thickness straining against the walls of her pussy, with the blunt crown mercilessly digging into the tight, tender barrier of her cervix.

  Even her earlier orgasm, which had drenched her inner body in anticipation of being bred, wasn’t enough preparation for the reality of his assault. The burn of being stretched, forced to accommodate the sheer girth of his meaty cock, had her hissing—and the wargod chuckling with masculine satisfaction.

  With his cock buried balls deep inside of Lilith, Ares held himself steady, gritting his teeth as he felt the flutter of her tight muscles even as a triumphant smirk crossed his lips.

  Lilith, the Unconquerable, who refused to lie beneath Adam or any male, had been conquered.

  By him, Ares, the true God of War.

  Just as he had eventually conquered Olympus, just as he overthrew Athena, Ares had conquered the female even the White God could not tame.

  A strange purr began to thrum through his chest, deep and thunderously loud. Before he could question the strange sound, and why he was making it, however, Lilith flexed her inner muscles like a vise around his throbbing shaft, drawing a pained hiss from him as he returned his attention downwards.

  “Either fuck me, or get off and I’ll fuck one of the others...they look like they know how to fuck,” Lilith taunted, her fingers fisting uselessly against his chest as she glared balefully up at his smug, insufferable face.

  Refusing to rise to her taunt, Ares gave in to his instincts, leaning down and pressing his lips against the oozing wound on her shoulder—a wound her immortal healing was struggling to heal. The taste of her blood was heady, arousing and intoxicating, almost as much as the scent of her arousal, the liquid silk that drenched his shaft and smelled of sin and cinnamon.

  “Oh, I’ll fuck you, Lilith. We’ll all fuck you.” It was more than a promise or a vow. It was an inevitability. Concerns about fucking an immortal succubus, about having his dick inside a female who gained power and strength by absorbing the essence from hapless males, were excised from his brain as she once more flexed her cunt around his shaft.

  Pressing his lips against the oozing wound on her shoulder, Ares muffled a growl as the flutter of those cursed inner muscles rippled about his length.

  “Fuck, woman, fuck! How the fuck are you so fucking tight?” Ares grunted against her neck. He slid a hand beneath her ass, his fingers bruising as he gripped her tight, shifting her position beneath his heavy body as he drew his hips back and slammed forward once more.

  The heat of Lilith's sweet cunt, so tight and slick around his shaft, enflamed the wargod’s need to breed, to fornicate and fuck. When Lilith hooked her legs around his waist, digging her boot-clad heels into his ass, encouraging him, she barely had the chance to realize he hadn’t fully removed his pants, before the relentless surge of his body crashing down on hers drove such idle thoughts from her head.

  He still held her hands tightly trapped against his chest, the thick, wiry hairs damp against her fingers from the sweat dripping down his body. Digging her nails into the dense muscles, her lips curled as she heard his hiss as she drew blood. What she didn’t expect, however, was his next response.

  Releasing her wrists, he wrapped his free hand around the back of her head, knotting his fingers in her hair, as he shoved her face against his chest.

  “You want to mark me, bitch? Do it right!”

  With her nose buried within the deep cleft between his hard pecs, Lilith couldn’t hold back a whimper as the potent scent of him, the musky scent of his flesh, the rich, sweet scent of his blood, awakened something deep within her.

  Against her every instinct, Lilith’s tongue lapped out tenderly, lathing the oozing wounds her manicured nails had left. As the taste of him—sweat, blood, and flesh—exploded upon her tongue, she shuddered involuntarily as she felt her pussy clench desperately at the cock driving into her body.

  Ares threw his head back, his eyes clenched tight, as he released a strange, guttural sound. His cock twitched within her, flexing even thicker in her depths, as that strange purring once more thrummed through his chest. An answering sound came from within her own body, quiet and hesitant at first, yet the vibrations merged with Ares, each echoing back-and-forth, stoking the intensity until the sounds comingled, intertwined in a bewildering melody.

  “Fuck!”

  Unable to hold back any longer, Ares began fucking her, tossing the weight of his body behind every thrust, drawing upon his immortal strength as he descended into a mindless rutting.

  Lilith fared no better. The feel of his huge cock powering into her, savagely plundering her pussy with no quarter given, had her clinging to his muscular body as he fucked her. The raw force of Ares’ lusts, the intensity of her own raging desires, forced her to submit, forced her to give over to the primal instincts unleashed within her.

  There were no soft words, no sweet kisses or teasing touches. There was only sensation, only animalistic responses.

  Nails raked across exposed flesh, leaving bloody furrows in the wargod’s broad, muscular back. Her grunts and moans were muffled by his chest as she rubbed her face and breasts against his furred torso, scent-marking him even as his own essence saturated her flesh.

  Fingers dug into tender muscle, fangs once more fastened possessively on her shoulder, as Ares left his mark upon her ivory flesh in broad strokes of indigo streaks and rivers of crimson.

  As an unfamiliar tingling grew stronger at the base of his cock, Ares’ thrusts became rougher, his hips slamming her down against the floor while his possessive grip on her ass grew more insistent, as if he sought to bury himself into her heart. Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t seem to get deep enough, with every thrust it grew more difficult to engulf himself in her sweet heat; the base of his cock began to swell thicker, rapidly filling with blood as the muscles expanded to the size of his clenched fist.

  Ares didn’t stop to wonder about the change to his organ, not with his orgasm so fucking close he could feel the ache of it in his balls.

  He needed to cum inside of Lilith. He needed to fill her with his potent seed, see her stomach swollen with his spawn, needed to be deeper!

  With an angry, throaty—bestial—roar of determination, Ares gripped Lilith’s legs, wrenching them from his waist and spreading them wide as he tore his cock from her greedy, grasping cunt, leaving her gasping, mewling from the abrupt withdrawal.

  Staring down at her exposed, spread pussy, caught sight of his unfamiliar cock.

  His dick had been changed. Longer and thicker than it had been before—and as a god, he had been particularly blessed in that regard—it was now a brutal weapon wrapped in thick, throbbing veins; but it was the knot at the base that was unfamiliar to him. It pulsed like a heart, swelling larger and firmer even as he stared at it.

  Flexing his thigh muscles, the meaty crown of his blood-engorged cock slapped against Lilith’s exposed inner thighs, drawing his attention. He watched with avid fascination as her pretty pink pussy fluttered, her flesh painted with the frothy, pearlescent cream of their combined lust.

  When she whimpered, he tore his eyes from the pretty sight of her pink, glistening pussy to stare at her face.

  She was sprawled out beneath him, her breasts heaving from her labored breathing, her pupils blown wide, her expression wanton and pleading as her hands clung desperately to his forearms, trying to draw him back down—trying to get him back inside of her. Her pale flesh glowed like polished ivory, making his marks upon h
er stand out starkly, which filled him with possessive pride. With her long hair spread out in tangled, golden strands beneath her, she was a goddess torn from the Heavens and helpless before him.

  She was a penitent, begging him—her master, her god—for surcease from the aches assailing her.

  Who was he to deny her?

  Features twisting into a feral expression of determination, Ares' eyes burned with determination as he placed the crown of his swollen cock back against the heated flesh of her pussy. Yanking her towards him, he let his weight fall forward, brutally driving his hips forward with a savage growl. He gloried in the scream torn from Lilith’s throat almost as much as he did the feel of her molten cunt trying to impede his cock; however, he was not to be denied. He would feed every inch of his cock, and knot, inside of her, bedamn the consequences.

  The pulsing knot at the base of his shaft tore its way passed her swollen labia, forcing the muscles of her vagina to either give way or be destroyed as the head of his cock battered through her cervical barrier, demanding entry into her womb.

  Her body surrendered. Her pussy submitted.

  Ares roared once again, this time in triumph, as he felt her cunt muscles give way. It was only then, as her labia gripped the base of his knot and her cervical muscles constricted around his flared glans, locking his cock inside of her body, that Ares realized he had fallen into her trap.

  He couldn’t pull out, he could barely move; except his cock. Trapped inside her pussy, it eagerly, desperately burrowed within her, digging itself deep into her womb.

  The nerves clustered at the base of his knot blazed to life, triggering a powerful, full-body spasm that had every muscle in his body tensing, that sent his hips jerking forward and his balls tightening eagerly in anticipation.

  He was a puppet whose strings were tightly clutched in Lilith’s tiny fists, dancing to her every whim. His body was no longer his to control. Whatever she had done to him, done to them, had changed them on a level that even an immortal could not access.

  The moment of clarity, however, was wiped from his conscious mind as he felt Lilith orgasming beneath him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her back arching and thrusting her breasts upwards, as she cried out wordlessly in a ululating scream.

  The feel of her pussy undulating around his cock was unlike anything he had experienced in his long life. The molten gush of her release baptized his cock like hellfire and damnation, wrenching a guttural cry from his throat as it triggered his own orgasm.

  Helplessly driven beyond reason, beyond sanity, all that existed was the feel of his release. His cock swelled, his balls throbbing, as he unloaded blast after powerful blast of his seed directly into Lilith’s womb. Every spasm of his cock tore another groan from him, as he felt her cunt milking him dry, draining him of his rawest, purest essence.

  His vision went white as the tension drained from his body, leaving him trembling and weak. As he collapsed forward, his large body engulfing Lilith’s beneath his bulk, he couldn’t even think to warn the others.

  All he could do was weakly purr from the satisfaction of having filled the female with his seed, that he had marked her as his; and although she wasn’t tamed yet, she would be.

  Eventually.

  7

  Surely, I Am to Come

  For a few moments, Lilith worried that her theoretically immortal heart had actually given out on her—that Loki’s perversion of her ritual had made her as...vulnerable...as she had rendered the men, even if they hadn’t quite realized the full extent of what she had done.

  Yet.

  The pressure in her chest was unbearable, but as she opened her eyes, she finally realized that she was just being crushed beneath Ares’ immovable, lax body; and he was crushing her breasts.

  As Lilith squirmed beneath him, attempting to escape, she was forced to muffle a gasp against his shoulder as the wiry hairs on his chest stimulated her raw, overly sensitive, nipples.

  Pressing her hands against his shoulders as she attempted to leverage him off of her, she groaned as she felt him still buried within her. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes in disgust when she realized her body was still locked to his, thanks to that knot at the base of his cock. Escaping the cage of his heavy body was going to be a bit more complicated than she originally believed.

  “Figures,” she muttered to herself, “Maybe I shouldn’t have brought out quite so much of the beast within them.”

  “I think it’s a little too late for should have, could haves, don’t you think, sæta?”

  Loki’s voice was rough, and Lilith felt a momentary fkicker of trepidation as she saw him leering down at her over Ares’ prone shoulder. His mocking smile grew as he taunted her, “Do you need a little help? Looks like you’re trapped.”

  Even with her supernatural strength, Lilith struggled to shift Ares’ body, particularly since, even while unconscious, he seemed intent on keeping her caged beneath him. When she felt the pulse of his still-hard cock inside of her, the tug of the knot still locking him to her, she closed her eyes in surrender.

  “Just get him off me,” Lilith growled, shocking herself with the animalistic sound that escaped her throat. Her eyes flew open in shock at the sound coming from her, and Loki laughed, a raucous, mocking crow that only managed to piss her off even more.

  “It seems we’re not the only ones whose beasts have been unleashed, eh, sæta?”

  Apparently, the Trickster was in a talkative mood. ‘Which shouldn’t be a surprise,’ Lilith thought as she glared up at his smirking face. “This is your fault,” she spat, “You fucked with my spell.”

  Loki tsked and shook his head. “Tomato, tow-ma-toe. I just tweaked it a little bit. I mean, from what I could tell, you wanted to even the playing field a bit, give females more power and all that, and I can respect that. I just decided to spice things up. I mean, what’s Eden without a snake?” He laughed a wicked little laugh, “Isn’t that right, Lucifer?”

  Lucifer grunted, but then again, he’d been grunting steadily for a while now, and Lilith could only imagine that he was still otherwise too occupied to respond to Loki’s teasing. It was a bit hard to see, with Ares’ fat head blocking her vision on one side and Loki’s face on the other.

  “Stop fucking around,” Cain snarled from somewhere behind Loki, “It’s my turn to fuck her.”

  There was something in Cain's voice that had Lilith flinching away before she could catch herself. Cain’s rough voice held a carnal command, carrying a tone that had her fighting the instinct to bare her throat, to roll over, and submit to his demands.

  From the smug look on Loki’s face, he caught Lilith’s momentary display of weakness. Leaning in, his lips grazed the edge of her ear as he whispered, in a soft, deceptively compassionate, purr, “He is a brute, but he knows how to fuck...and apparently, even my fine, tight ass didn’t take the edge off.”

  Ares’ inert body was suddenly wrenched to one side. Still connected to him, Lilith cried out in pain and shock as his cock pulled free of her body. Her labia protested, but she was thankful for her body’s natural elasticity, even if it felt like she’d just been forced to give birth to a fat-headed baby.

  She was much less thankful to feel the gush of bodily fluids that followed the forced expulsion. Slick, sticky cum spilled from her body, the ivory flow streaked with ribbons of bright, vivid scarlet blood.

  She had less than a moment to appreciate her freedom, and bemoan the mess, before she was wrenched upwards, her biceps shackled in Cain’s cruel grip. Forcing herself to meet Cain’s smoldering gaze, Lilith tilted her chin defiantly; her pride would allow no less.

  He was still in his half-beast state, his warped face an ominous mixture of man and animal, with an elongated jaw and deep-set eyes that glinted with cunning and undisguised lust. His naked body was hirsute, covered with dense, dark hair, and even his musculature had altered—his upper body growing larger, bulkier, with heavy ropes of muscle, while his hands had lengthened, thick fingers su
rmounted with sharp black claws that dug painfully into her arms as he held her upright while he crouching over her.

  Lilith took sanctuary in the knowledge he wouldn’t—couldn’t—kill her. None of the males were strong enough for that, even if they worked together. Only one thing could truly destroy her, and she had ensured that thing would not come to pass.

  “Look at you,” his deep, raspy voice rolled over her. “The Bitch Queen has fallen. You were pinned and rutted like the slut you are. Your cunt is dripping with seed.” He paused, inhaling deeply, then he purred s his eyes slitted, growing heavy as his voice grew even more intense. “Yet, you still smell of your need to be fucked. It seems you like being dominated, being forced to submit to a male as he fucks you raw and bathes your womb with cum. Such a greedy bitch…”

  Cain’s voice held a different undertone than Ares’ had, partially because it barely sounded human, but there was something else there, as well. A sonorous, slumberous susurration that threatened to sooth her into insensitivity. She swayed unconsciously closer to him, awash in the scent of his body, of his arousal, making her light-headed. Her womb clenched as her pussy quivered in anticipation, growing even slicker with her body’s instinctive response.

  Feeling something hot, hard, and heavy prodding at her, Lilith’s eyes finally strayed from Cain’s intense gaze. He had crouched in front of her, his powerful legs spread wide with his knees planted on either side of her legs. His cock jutted forth unashamed from the dense thatch of dark curls, and while he was perhaps not as long as Ares’, his cock was disturbingly thick and curved upwards to reveal fist-sized testicles hanging heavily between his brawny thighs. The skin on his shaft was darker than his natural skin tone, and the twisted veins that pulsed beneath his flesh were thick indigo veins. The hood of his foreskin couldn’t contain his bulbous glans, and a long strand of pearlescent precum drooled from the gaping slit at the tip.