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

by L. A. Boruff

  When Lilith unconsciously licked her lips, Cain growled. Gripping her shoulders, he manhandled her with ease, spinning her around until she was sprawled on her hands and knees, his clawed hands digging into her hips as he caged her in with his body.

  “Seems only proper to fuck you like the bitch you are,” he growled against her ear as he pulled her back against him. Her ass nestled against his groin as he shoved his hips forward, letting his thick shaft sluice between her thighs, slicking his length with her juices.

  Opening her mouth to respond, Lilith’s breath exploded from her in shock as he shoved his cock into her without any further ado, “Fuck!”

  If Ares hadn’t of fucked her so thoroughly, if his knot hadn’t expanded within her and forced her muscles to accept him, the abrupt entry of Cain’s fat cock would have torn her asunder.

  He didn’t hold himself back. He didn’t seek to build up her arousal, nor did he pace himself. It was a raw, brutal claiming, a declaration of masculine dominance, as he used her body as little more than a cock sleeve.

  Every thrust snapped her body forward, her breasts slapping against the floor, his hips pummeled her backside. The polished wood provided no purchase for her to brace herself, not with the bodily fluids pooled beneath her. Guttural curses spilled from Cain’s lips, a profane stream-of-consciousness matched by the curses spewing from her own lips—and while his were more of the more generic, “Fuck, yeah, fuck, so fucking tight,” variety, hers were a bit more pointed.

  “Fucking son-of-a-bitch! Fuck! Ease the fuck up! Unholy shit!”

  Alas, her diatribe lost some of its potency by the gasps, cries, and whimpers torn from her by Cain’s fierce thrusts.

  Then the fucker bit her, and she lost all coherence.

  Fangs dug into the nape of her neck, simultaneously paralyzing her body while sending shockwaves sparking down her spine and an inferno raging through her bloodstream. The sharp agony danced along the razor edge of ecstasy, forcing her muscles to tremble from the strain of tension wracking her.

  It was dirty.

  It was degrading.

  Lilith had never felt so aroused in her entire existence.

  Knowing Cain’s cock was plowing into her sore pussy, her body primed by Ares’ huge organ and the comingled fluids of his seed and her release, while he fucked her like the animal he truly was.

  Suddenly, her head was tilted up, fingers wrapping in her unbound hair and tilting her face so she could look upon the male kneeling before her.

  Xolotl had apparently worked his way from between Lucifer and Shemyaza. Like the other males, he was completely naked—except for Ares, who at least still wore his pants. His burnished coppery skin was smooth and unblemished, firelight casting his body in shades of wildfire and obsidian. Leanly muscled, he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his tapered torso cloaked by long hair that fell to the ground in a liquid veil of midnight silk.

  His features were sharp, while his obsidian glowed from within with sinister shadows, glinting with an inner light as they reflected the firelight. Narrow lips were set in a determined line, and although he was not much larger than she was in terms of size, from this position, he was intimidating.

  Particularly given that his hips were thrust forward, and his bare cock bobbed before her eyes. His cock was a shocking, vivid crimson color, while his glans had a flared base before tapering to the tip—like an arrow—giving it an oddly ominous appearance. His shaft was thicker towards the crown, yet at the base, it thickened once more—almost as if he had a spare pair of testicles, despite the large pair dangling loosely beneath his cock.

  “Open,” he commanded, his voice husky and Lilith responded to his dominant tone without hesitation, parting her lips as he guided her head to the tip of his cock. He hissed in pleasure as she wrapped his velvety cock within the heat of her mouth.

  Xolotl didn’t even have to move his hips, allowing Cain’s furious thrusts force his cock further down her throat, muffling her cries as she was shoved forward with a particularly savage thrust that drove her nose into his musk-laden pubes.

  Cain continued to pound Lilith’s juicy, tight cunt, his thrusts growing harder, wilder, driven beyond sanity by the silken sheath that seemed to suckle upon his cock as hungrily as Lilith’s mouth worked Xolotl’s erection.

  “Look at those pretty lips,” Loki whispered against her ear, his breath warm and sweet. “I beat Xol’s cock tastes so fucking good, smells so good. You look pretty with your lips wrapped around his big dick…and you’re fucking beautiful with Cain’s monster cock tearing up your pussy. I know how big that cock is, how it feels slamming inside of you, stretching you so wide, hitting places you never even knew existed.”

  Although he directed the words towards her, Loki’s words seemed to encourage the males to greater effort. Pinned between the two males, Lilith’s body rocked back and forth between them, her whimpers muffled by Xolotl’s throbbing cock as it slid down her gullet, nearly gagging her as it began to thicken in her throat.

  “Such a good little girl,” Loki crooned, “You’re going to get what you need. Don’t worry, even after Cain’s seeded your womb and Xolotl’s cum down your throat, there are still other males who are going to mark you, inside and out. You may have called down the Apocalypse, but we’re going to get a head start on repopulating by breeding you like the sweet little bitch you really are.”

  Some corner of her mind catalogued everything she felt: the taste of Xolotl’s flesh, of his candy-sweet precum as it spurted over her tongue, of Cain’s claws raking along her thighs, the burn of her abused body, of his cock battering her insides, of the sweat trickling down her spine, of Cain’s growls, Xolotl’s groans, and Loki’s wicked words. All of it crashed in on her simultaneously, every separate sensation fusing together into something too powerful for her mind to handle.

  Xolotl’s hands tightened on the back of her head as his hips surged forward, his hips jerking spasmodically as he sought to drive his cock deep down her throat—even as the swollen knot at the base of his shaft grew too engorged to slip passed her gaping jaw. A thunderous howl echoed through the room as he unleashed his searing-hot cum in a relentless torrent.

  Lilith’s throat flexed as she swallowed, desperately trying to keep up with Xolotl’s copious release. Gagging, struggling to breathe, her hands pushed at his bunched thighs as she tried to pull back—but Cain body pressed her forward, his bulk refusing to allow her retreat as he shoved his swollen cock as deeply into her core as he could.

  Once again, Lilith felt the painful strain of her vaginal muscles stretching to accommodate a massive intruder as Cain’s bulbous knot shoved its way into her pussy. She felt her muscles constricting, and she braced herself even as she felt an orgasm threatening to crash in on her.

  Then something stabbed at the sensitive bundle of nerves within her, a sharp stabbing sensation as something sharp—multiple somethings, along the corona of Cain’s cock—dug into the tender flesh of her cervix as his cock locked itself within her womb.

  Cain tore his fangs from Lilith’s flesh, bucking his hips forward hard, as his cock swelled and exploded within her. Feeling the pulse of his cum scorching her insides, Lilith’s body tensed then she too exploded in release, unable to hold back any longer.

  “Fuck!” Cain roared as he felt Lilith’s release drenching his cock, her inner muscles milking his shaft as she trapped him within her. He was too far gone, too caught up in the intense pleasure of unloading his seed within Lilith, too arrogant in his conquest, that he didn’t notice he had also surrendered to the trap that had caught both Ares and Xolotl.

  Barely able to breathe, barely able to sense her own body at this point, Lilith felt her consciousness slipping away, darkness edging in from all sides, but she clung to the threads of sanity with the same sheer determination that had enabled to her survive six thousand years outcast on Earth.

  Feeling Xolotl’s grip loosen, Lilith drew her head back, watching as the male slowly slumped back
on his ass, then sprawled out on his back as he struggled to catch his breath. She swallowed, trying to ease the pain in her raw throat, then had to bite back a growl as she saw a smirking Loki crouch before her, taking Xolotl’s place.

  Loki laughed, shaking his head in amusement as he said, “And another two have given their offerings to Lilith. I must admit, that’s rather impressive for someone who never even reached demigoddess status.”

  Lilith snarled, feeling her fangs lengthening as she snapped, “Fuck off, Loki.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, I will,” he promised, his face growing serious, his eyes flashing as he leered down at her.

  In that moment, Lilith felt the true precariousness of her current circumstances, as she felt Cain’s weight slumping forward. He barely caught himself before he collapsed on her, instead managing to slump to his side in an oddly chivalrous attempt to spare her from being crushed—again. Yet, because of his knotted organ still locked within her cunt, Lilith’s body followed his, leaving her spread out on her side, her legs tangled with Cain’s.

  Loki merely watched, his features still solemn, his eyes glowing, as he squatted on his heels, his bare legs spread, his semi-erect cock dangling thickly between his hairy, pale legs. Like Xolotl, he was leanly built, but every muscle was clearly delineated in his pale body. Proving that he was indeed a natural ginger, a dusting of fiery copper hair winged across his chest and arrowed down in a treasure trail over his eight-pack before exploding in a profusion of shockingly bright orange curls at the base of his pale shaft.

  Looming behind him, flanking him on either side, stood Shemyaza and Lucifer; likewise naked, they were silver and gold reflections of one another. They had both allowed their wings to fly free, but where Shemyaza’s silvery-white wings were feathered, Lucifer’s wings were bat-like, the dark patagium casting an ominous shadow over her prone body.

  Without glancing up, Loki said softly to the fallen brothers, “I believe it’s your turn to show Lilith what true beasts are capable of.”

  8

  Conquered by Blood

  They moved with an eerie synchronicity. Tall, lithely muscled, their bare bodies powerful musculature worshipped by the flame’s flickering amber light. Silent predators, with incandescent eyes and wide wings, they struck like birds of prey.

  Lilith was snatched from Cain’s embrace, and once more Lilith had to bite back a cry of shock as her pussy strained to release the cock locked within her; but they were relentless, and far stronger than they looked.

  Pulled upright, she was caged between their tall, powerful bodies, Lucifer before her and Shemyaza behind. Neither said a word, not to her, not to one another—they simply seemed to intuitively know where the other was, how the other would move.

  Swooping down, Lucifer hooked Lilith’s legs in his arms, spreading them apart as he supported them in the crook of his elbow, forcing her back against Shemyaza’s chest. Shemyaza’s arms wrapped around her waist, his large hands cupping her breasts as he pulled her upwards, lifting her from the ground as Lucifer rose upright, lifting her from the ground.

  With the back of her knees resting on Lucifer’s forearms, her cum-drenched cunt spread and exposed, Lilith found herself suspended in midair between the two. Her hands flew up, bracing on Lucifer’s shoulders for support as she gasped; but that gasp quickly turned to a strangled squeak as Lucifer shoved his engorged cock into her cunt with a single, relentless stroke.

  Before she could regain her breath, before she could contemplate her position, much less respond to the massive cock that pulsed angrily within her abused pussy, Lilith felt the head of Shemyaza’s hard cock probing between the cleft of her ass, seeking entrance to her rear passage.

  Lucifer shifted her weight in his arms as his hands cupped her ass cheeks, strong fingers curling into her taut ass as he spread her glutes apart. Her face was buried against his shoulder, her breasts crushed against his chest, as he pulled her tight against his chest. Then Lilith felt Shemyaza’s drag his drooling cock between her parted cheeks, the fat glans probing at the tightly clenched anal ring that guarded her ass.

  She went wild, her flight instinct kicking in.

  “No. No, no, no, no, no!” Lilith began to struggle, squirming violently in their arms, battering her fists against Lucifer’s chest and snarling in a frenzy to escape from being penetrated from behind—attempting to preserve the one place she had never, ever allowed a male to penetrate—they once more responded in unison.

  Their wings curled forward, Lucifer’s patagium shrouding her in darkness as the thin, velvety membranes hooking around Shemyaza’s shoulders, while Shemyaza’s thickly feathered wings curled around Lucifer’s, cocooning her in. Trapped between two hard, male bodies, embraced within the sultry heat of their wings, it was when they both began to purr that her struggles eased, the vibrations rolling through her body, lulling her muscles to relax.

  Again, Loki’s little twist to her magic found purchase in her soul, and Lilith mewled helplessly as Shemyaza’s cock began to press forward, breaching her virgin ass.

  Forced to relax by their sonorous purring, Lilith leaned her head against Lucifer’s shoulders, her eyes closing as she braced herself against the searing pain as Shemyaza’s thick glans forced the ring of muscle to give way. He muffled a grunt of satisfaction against her shoulder, his fangs scoring her flesh, as he slowly pressed forward, sinking inch after thick inch of his cock into her.

  Even with Lucifer bracing her weight against his chest, even with their hypnotic purring, Lilith whimpered as she felt the two cocks straining within her, forcing her body to accommodate them, to serve them as they demanded.

  “It gets easier to take,” Loki’s mocking voice came from somewhere, audible over the loud snores from the fallen, exhausted males. “Just relax. Once it’s in, that’s when the real fun starts. Besides, if I could take Cain’s monster cock up my ass, you can take Shemyaza’s. From what I saw, he’s got length, but not quite the girth of our dear First Murderer.”

  “Hey!” Shemyaza protested as Loki’s words managed to penetrate the dense haze of lust saturating his brain. Unfortunately, he decided to take his wounded pride out on Lilith’s ass.

  “I’ll show you fucking girthy,” Shemyaza growled, tightening his hands painfully on Lilith’s breasts as he shoved his hips violently forward, plunging his cock deep into her body until he was grinding his pubic bone against her ass.

  Lucifer’s deep groan had him throwing back his head in pleasure as he felt Lilith’s inner muscles fluttering around his cock, as he felt the ridges of Shemyaza’s cock sliding against his—divided only by a thin barrier of muscle. Tightening his arms around Lilith, he muffled her cry against his chest as he gloried in the heat of her cunt clinging to his cock, the pressure of her breasts crushed against his chest, the slide of her silken skin against his; knowing that in this female was someone who could handle his fully unleashed lusts.

  “Time to fuck, brother,” Lucifer gritted out as he let the last remnants of his human guise slip away. His eyes slitted, his inner flames flared to life, as he transformed into his true demonic mien.

  “Sounds good, brother,” Shemyaza grunted as he too let loose the vestiges of his “humanity,” fully embracing his fallen form.

  Lilith screamed as she felt the transformations, felt the already huge cocks within her swelling into inhuman proportions. Pulling her head back from Lucifer’s shoulder, she gasped as she witnessed the last of his transformation.

  His skin was covered with scales like a serpent, a dark gold that looked almost black except where it caught the light, then it blazed with a sanguine hue. His hair was liquid gold, shimmering and brilliant, while his eyes burned like twin suns afire. Twin black horns rose from his temples like a crown, and the pointed tail curling around her ankle was somehow not a surprise at all. He had nearly doubled in bulk, his height now easily pushing close to eight feet easy, while his body had thickened with dense, solid muscle.

  Glancing downwards, Lilith s
aw that Shemyaza’s hands were now the purest ivory, and that they too had grown in scale, matching Lucifer’s massive size. She could feel his body had expanded, his arms larger, his chest wider and torso longer as he pressed against her back; he was probably of a size to equal Lucifer’s, although she couldn’t twisted around to witness the full extent of his transformation as she could Lucifer’s. However, one thing she could feel, is that where Lucifer body was scaled and feverishly hot, Shemyaza’s skin was flawless, as smooth and cold as polished marble.

  Between the two giants, even her six-foot tall, slender frame was fragile and delicate in comparison, even given her immortal body’s strength. Her position was truly precarious; particularly since she was currently suspended high off the ground, held in their powerful arms and impaled upon their mammoth cocks.

  It was the disparity between their temperatures that shocked her body the most, particularly as she felt it both surrounding her body and within her through their mammoth cocks. Lucifer’s cock was like a brand of solid fire inside her cunt, while Shemyaza’s was a thick spike of ice burrowing into her ass.

  Before she had a chance to adjust to their transformation, they began to fuck. Moving in opposition to one another, they used the force of their thrusts to shove her back and forth between them, one thrusting her forward to impale her on the other, then withdrawing until she was thrust back upon them.

  Clawing at Lucifer’s shoulder, Lilith’s head lulled back against Shemyaza’s chest, her lips parted in a soundless, breathless cry as her body was used. Yet, given they had locked eyes with one another, staring at each other over her head, it was almost as if she wasn’t even there, as if they were grudge fucking each other and using her body as some sort of symbolic effigy.