by Eve Newton
“Crafty bitch,” I growl.
“Now you see what I had to deal with,” he says with a small smile.
“Poor you,” I commiserate with him.
“So, find Luc, find Lucifer, is that about right?” Killian interrupts our ‘moment’.
“Yep.”
“Then I am all in,” he says standing up.
“What’s your beef with Great-Gramps?” I ask, giving him a narrow-eyed look.
“That’s between him and me,” he growls, seriously pissed off.
“Well, this has been all heavy and shit,” Devlin says. “Any chance of a shag now, Annie?”
All eyes turn to him. I giggle as the other males grimace.
“About that,” I start.
“Anna,” Drescal murmurs. “Bring him in, it’ll be fun.”
“That’s up to him,” I mutter back.
“Bring me into what?” Devlin asks, raking his gaze over me. “You got yourself a little orgy party planned, baby?”
“More than that,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “I see,” he says. “Were you going to ask me to join the party?”
“Do you want to?” I venture cautiously.
“What are the rules?” he asks in a low voice, leaning forward.
“I claim you as mine,” I reply, also in a low tone. “You don’t stray from my bed unless one of these males takes your fancy. You don’t get to leave in the morning.”
His sparkling blue eyes flash with a dangerous desire that I’ve never seen there before.
He licks his lips as he contemplates my words.
Then he sits back and lifts his feet up onto the table. He digs a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lights it. “Well, about fucking time, Annie. This necromancer has wanted you to man up for years and see that I can rock your world for good, baby. I’m fucking in!”
My eyes widen at this sudden turnaround. “Seriously?” I ask, because I’ll be damned again if I take that as a given. He has never given me any indication that he felt this way.
“Serious as a fucking heart attack,” he says and then looks around, his eyes landing on Gregory with interest.
“Hands off,” I warn him.
Devlin locks eyes with me but understanding floods his features. “Gotcha,” he says, standing up and then pulls a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket, holding them up for all to see. “Now, who’s gonna let me cuff ‘em and whip ‘em til they start to beg?”
I raise my hand slowly, seductively and all eyes land on me again.
The mood changes instantly.
I have gone from being the predator to the prey. I see Gregory slip out of the Dining Hall before I am swept up, stripped of my clothes, laid out spread-eagled on the dining table with my hands cuffed above my head, for my males to ravish me however they see fit.
Until it’s my turn, of course, and then they had better watch out…there’s a She-Devil about.
38
Annabelle
“I have a fantasy of you,” Devlin whispers to me as I wiggle on the table. Drescal is licking my cunt as Elijah finger-fucks me and it is driving me wild.
“Oh, yeah?” I pant. “What’s that then?”
He tweaks my nipple, then twists it so hard it sends a bolt of lust straight to my clit. I arch as the climax tears through me.
My hands are cuffed above my head, so my shoulders ache as I buck through the heat whirling through my veins, making my head go light.
“Oh, yes,” Devlin purrs in my ear. “You are perfect, Annie.”
As the orgasm dies down, I give him an ingratiating smile. “Tell me your fantasy, Dev. I’m here to please until I decide it’s my turn.”
He laughs darkly. “Are you sure you want to hear it?”
“Now? Even more.”
He leans in closer and lowers his voice. “I want to fuck you while you are completely still. Held down. I want to ride you so hard while you just lie there and let me.”
“Don’t like active partners?” I giggle, his words having made my heart beat faster.
“Not this time,” he says, placing his hand in between my tits and pushing down hard. “No moving,” he states louder so that the other men can hear. He looks at Elijah. “You’re a big boy. Hold her down for me.”
Elijah gives me a questioning look, but at my nod, he agrees and moves around to push down on my hands with his great strength.
“War? Be a dear and use your magick to hold me still,” I say, with a wicked smirk at Devlin.
Killian, who has thus far just been watching this show from the chair that he hasn’t moved from for a while, flicks his wrist and I feel myself pinned to the dining table, not able to move a muscle. I know that I out power him and could get myself out of it, but I don’t want to. I want to give Devlin his fantasy and a really big part of me wants to feel helpless again. Ever since that night in the sin bin it has plagued me. I have never been helpless a day in my life. Not even as a hours’ old baby. Suddenly, I want what Aleister accused me of engaging in when he came to me the morning after the Gargoyle and Razor had sex with me. I want dark and dirty playtime. I want to be running for my life, chased down. Hunted. I want to feel fear, I want to be afraid of what they will do to me when they find me. I want them to catch me and force me to service them. I want them to use me, hurt me.
I see only one way to achieve this and it is to astral project out of my body.
But now isn’t the time for that. My filthy dark thoughts won’t be well received. I doubt any of these men will do as I want them to. I have to prep them, prime them for the ultimate chase. I shiver as I think about it. My nipples peak painfully. I try to move, but Killian’s magick is holding me in place. If I pushed back it would break, but I don’t want to. I can give the depraved part of myself a little taste by playing this out the way Devlin wants it.
“Oh, love,” he says, stripping off his clothes. “You’re really going to let me do this?”
I nod, having the ability to move my head, but that seems to be it.
He groans loudly and takes his hard cock in his hand to tug a few times.
I see Killian lean forward in his chair, taking more than a passing interest in this now. Maybe he won’t be so hard to convince to play my debauched game with me. His breathing is steady but deep.
As Devlin leaps up onto the table and crawls over to me, I get a little spike. It’s not enough to satisfy the new craving, but it’s a start.
He slides his fingers over my slippery clit and into my pussy, enjoying finger-fucking me for a just a moment. I want to writhe against the hard wood, but I can’t. My breath quickens. I find his eyes and adopt, what I think, is a fearful look on my face.
His eyes go wide, and he stops what he’s doing, freezing as he takes in my features. Then he chuckles. He sees that I’m putting it on, and he gives me a lazy grin. “Oh, really, sweetheart? You got a deep, dirty fantasy you aren’t telling us?”
“Maybe,” I whisper. “Please don’t hurt me.”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. Opening them again, he licks his lips. “Don’t,” he says darkly, looming over me.
He braces his hands on either side of me.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Ahna,” I hear Drescal murmur urgently.
“Let her play,” Aleister says, surprising me.
He too, has mostly been watching this spectacle, but him speaking up now has made my insides twist.
His eyes bore into mine. “Is this because of the other night?” he asks.
I nod, licking my lips.
“You want to feel powerless, knowing you have the power to stop it anytime.”
I nod. He totally gets it.
I look back at Devlin. His blue eyes have gone black. I didn’t know they could do that. I guess I have never really seen the dark side to him.
“You want this, don’t you, baby?” I ask.
He is panting, his dick is twitching.
“Please!” I sc
ream when he doesn’t answer me. “I’ll do anything! Please don’t hurt me!”
“Oh, fuck,” he groans and thrusts his cock into me hard.
I close my eyes, giving him what he wants on a much larger scale than he’s imagined. He is rock-hard inside me. I can already feel the climax starting to build. But that would kind of ruin it if I came all over his dick right now.
“Oh, Annie,” he murmurs as he pounds into me.
I cry out, wishing that I could move, to join in, but this feeling of utter helplessness is turning me on. Big time.
He pumps a few more times and then he is coming inside me quickly with a loud grunt. “Oh, that’s it, baby.”
“More,” Killian says quietly, still seated unmoving in his chair. He moves his eyes from me to Elijah, who moves away from me and goes to him. He drops to his knees. I can’t really see what’s going now, seeing as I can’t move my head that far, but I’m guessing that he is about to give Killian a blow job as Killian watches me get fucked as I lie helplessly on this table.
I’m not wrong.
His sharp intake of breath is a give away.
“More!” he demands to Devlin. “Fuck her ass while she can’t move.”
Devlin lets out a soft moan and flips me over.
“Ow,” I let out a muffled cry as my cheek hits the wood painfully hard.
“Don’t, Annie. Don’t say things like that, not right now,” he murmurs to me.
I hide my smile. He has some seriously fucked-up fantasies, but they seem to fall in line with my fucked-up fantasy too.
He looks at Killian. “Can you suspend her somehow so that Drescal can fuck her mouth?”
I’m guessing that he can, as suddenly, I’m uncuffed and on all fours, but still not able to move myself. “Fucking Hell,” I breathe out. I watch as Drescal quickly pulls his dick out of his pants and without a second thought shoves it in my mouth. Devlin lubes up my rear hole with pussy juice and then he drives into me, balls deep. I’m spit roasted like a suckling pig, not being able to move as these two males use me.
I close my eyes and just feel.
Aleister joins in then. He slips his fingers into my pussy, his thumb on my clit. I groan and now I’ve had enough. I want my turn.
Pushing back against Killian’s magick, I let out a roar of triumph as Drescal stumbles back. I pull myself off Devlin’s cock and stand up on the table.
“There she is,” Killian murmurs before he closes his eyes and comes in Elijah’s mouth with a soft moan.
I gasp as I realize what Killian’s fantasy was. He wanted to see me take back my power. I shiver with delight and then click my fingers at Aleister.
“On the table, Gargoyle.”
He does as I instruct, a smile on his face. I run my hand over his body, making his clothes disappear so that I can climb on top of him and slide my pussy over his engorged cock.
“Back to your posts,” I command Devlin and Drescal.
They do so quickly and with loud moans of desire.
Before Drescal guides his cock back into my mouth, I look at Elijah. “With Devlin, if you please, puppy. I want my ass filled up with double dick. I want to come so hard, the whole of Hell will hear me.”
He doesn’t need asking twice and with a satisfied smile on my lips, I open up for Drescal to fuck my mouth until he comes.
Aleister thrusts up, coming hard as Devlin and Elijah nearly split my asshole wide open. I shudder, feeling the orgasm build up and rain down on me in a torrential downpour of pure fire and delight.
“Killian,” I pant, with my eyes closed. “I need you.”
I feel myself dragged off the three dicks and the table to be settled on my Horseman’s lap, his dick at my cunt as he now lies back on the table.
“Let them keep fucking me, Master, please,” I beg him opening my eyes to stare into his.
“As you wish, Princess,” he murmurs, then looks over my shoulder at them. “Fuck her ass until she screams.”
I’m pushed forward as Killian rams his monster cock inside me. I’m so wet, I’m dripping as I’m nailed by three huge thrusting dicks.
“Fuck,” Devlin pants. “Oh, FUCK!” he roars and shoots his load into me, followed closely by Elijah.
Released of the double anal, I start to ride Killian hard. He lets me for a few moments before he growls at me and rolls us off the table onto the hard stone floor.
“Oof,” I cry as my back hits the unforgiving slabs.
“On your knees, bitch,” Killian whispers to me and I do as he says.
He pounds into me from behind, making me come for a final time, my pussy clutching his dick in desperation for more.
“Uhn,” he groans and then unloads into me. “You’re a filthy whore,” he murmurs. “Letting them fuck your ass like that. Such a dirty slut. Go and clean up.” He withdraws from me and slaps my ass hard. Then he kisses my ass cheek and I smile.
I have never felt quite so satisfied in all my life. Any doubts that I had about how this circle would work, are washed away.
As I stand up, I catch a glimpse of Gregory in the shadows. How much of this did he see?
We lock eyes. He gives me a slow smile and then he slips back out before any of the men notices he is here.
“I’m going to shower and then get to bed. Something tells me the Daily Dealings are off until this lockdown is over,” I say to the men. They agree and head back upstairs with me to figure out where the Hell we are all going to sleep tonight.
39
Aleister
It was hard to leave Annabelle, fast asleep in her bed, but I’ve ignored my duty for long enough. The pull of both Roberta and the Gargoyles has been clawing at me for a while now. I step outside the residence and shift. I spread my wings and take flight. If Darius wants to come up here and drag me out of the sky to throw me into lockdown at the Rooftop, then good luck to him.
You know, seeing as he can’t fly.
I fly away from Annabelle’s residence and towards the center of Hell. It is quiet. Eerily so. It is dark and the air smells of anger and fear. I fly over the center of Hell and do a quick sweep over the pits. This is where the worst of the worst live. Those shunned and thrown out of society, those that have been recycled, but are no good to be put to work to earn their living down here or on Earth, which are the most coveted of jobs.
There are Demon Guards surrounding the place, so it is reasonably quiet, save for the wails of the stricken every now and again. I turn and head back over the center to the Admin block where Roberta reigns supreme. She has served for centuries and no one knows the Demons that have come through here as well as she does.
I land on the roof and shift again, heading straight for the door that leads down to the offices.
“Aleister,” Roberta drawls as I enter her office without knocking. “How good of you to show up.”
“Not exactly easy with the lockdown,” I say lightly.
“Pah,” she scoffs. “All you gotta do is spread your wings, Aleister.”
“And the others who can fly?”
“Clipped. For now.”
“My Gargoyles?”
“Obviously not. They are needed as lookouts. That’s why we needed you. You have to instruct them. Igor is not, how do I put this delicately…you.”
“On it,” I say and turn to head out. Her next words stop me.
“You are with the Queen now?” she asks with a false sweetness that belies a deeper, more menacing meaning.
I turn back to face her. “Is that any of your business?”
“It is if you intend to live with her in the residence.”
“I can’t leave my Gargoyles.”
“So you won’t be living with her then?”
I give her a hard stare. “Not unless the Gargoyles move with me.”
“She will be disappointed, I’m sure,” she says derisively. “But at least she won’t be alone.”
There it is. The dig she has been dying to get out since she saw us all crowded into
Annabelle’s room.
“No, she won’t,” I say, not rising to the bait.
“She has allied herself with a powerful set of males,” she says, almost as a warning, but to what?
“So she should,” I retort and then I leave, not giving her a chance to make whatever point she wanted to.
I go back up to the roof and shift again, this time to go to the Rooftop and to organize the Gargoyles. With this lockdown in place, the Demons will be getting nastier than usual and chaos will reign down at some point. The Gargoyles need to be out there to spot it before the whole society of Hell degenerates into anarchy. Annabelle will be forced into severe action if that happens which will have catastrophic consequences for us all.
Most of all her.
After a quick but thorough briefing, I have organized the Gargoyles into sections of Hell and on shift rotation. I will have to check in constantly with them over the next few days. It will be draining, linking to each of them in turn to see what they are seeing, feel what they are feeling.
“I’ll be at the Queen’s residence for the next few hours,” I tell Igor before I leave again. “I’ll be back before day breaks.”
He nods stoically. “I will contact you if I need you.”
I nod and shift, heading back to the roof of the residence before I return to my human form and slip inside.
Turning the corner from the stairs that lead to the roof, I bump into Shax.
He gives me a narrow-eyed look. “Thought this place was on lockdown.”
“It is. I was still with your sister when Roberta shut us down,” I say carefully.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “With her or just with her?”
“With,” I reply.
“Hmm. I see. Look after her while I’m gone. She is difficult and demanding and will drive you up the wall, but she’s a good girl,” he says quietly.
I chuckle. “I can’t wait to find out.”
He shakes his head at me with a tut. “You’ll learn,” he says and stalks off, his bag slung over his shoulder and giving me a backhanded wave.
