Chapter Twenty-One
Who I’ve Never Been
Adreana
For those of you that have never been possessed, let me explain a few things to you. First off, I have a massive gap in my memory. It’s like missing part of a three-hour movie. Somehow the timeline is all screwed up. It’s like I have been binge drinking for a week and now that I am sober, I have to fill in all the gaps, but I don’t know where to start.
Second, I am ravenous. Not just for food but I swear to all that is holy—and probably unholy considering who I spend time with these days—that I have never been this fucking horny in my entire life. Mana and Kaleb have filled me with their cocks and their cum and I still want more.
“Rest now, little demon,” Mana says with a crooked smile, a tinge of fondness in his voice. “There will be time for more fucking. But you need to regain your strength right now and we are trapped in here until the next sunrise.”
I want to argue. I want to ask why we’re trapped. I want to tell him he can’t dictate what I feel or when I fuck but a sudden wave of fatigue swamps me and I can’t even keep my eyes open.
Vivid, colorful dreams assault me. My parents, my sister, some long-lost friends. Happiness and joy fill me at seeing them all before sadness overwhelms me as each of them are ripped away from me in turn. I relive my parents’ funeral for the millionth time. I see them in their coffins, I watch them be lowered into the ground, and I feel my heart shatter again and again before wrenching myself from the darkness that is my slumbering mind.
My body is overheating. Somehow all four of these massive men have fit themselves and me on the tiny mattress. I take in the room around me, rubbing at my chest. I don’t know who lives down here but it’s stark and depressing, enough to make me want to rage at the injustice of someone existing like this.
Behind me, Kaleb stirs before snoring softly once more. Tilting my head back slowly, I stare at Lethe, my makeshift pillow. Looking down, I find Bowen lying beneath my feet with a frown on his face. I wonder what fallen angels dream about. Do they even dream?
But it’s Mana my gaze keeps returning to. I have never seen him so unguarded before. He looks like a normal, albeit hot, guy. His lips are parted and I fight the urge to kiss him. It’s a strange and scary thing to realize, lying in a dank room in the bowels of Harken, but there it is.
All of us are as naked as the day we were born and usually I would try to cover up. But I feel a strange sense of comfort, a bone-deep connection, and I suddenly don’t want to hide anything from any of them ever again. It’s an epiphany I never thought I would have lying in bed with four men in the bowels of a building I have always hated visiting.
Everything in my mind is still in shambles from what happened to me, but I know three things for sure:
-- One, I need to find my sister. The little bitch fucking shot me or something and started this entire goddamned mess. I want to know what her damn problem is and find her the help she needs before she tries to finish what she started.
-- Two, I need to have an honest, open conversation with all the men sharing my body and this bed—if it can even be called that—before moving forward one more step.
-- Three, I am in love with Mana. Even though I swore I would never fall into his damn trap.
“I can hear your brain working,” Mana says lowly, looking at me through barely opened eyes. “You should be sleeping.”
I glare at him for cutting into my moment of inner reflection. I was having a moment, and he ruined it.
“I also need to eat,” I whisper back, not wanting to wake the others. “And pee.”
“I’ll get you some food,” Bowen says, before sliding from beneath my legs. “Mana is a horrid cook and I would prefer you not end up with food poisoning after everything you’ve just been through.”
I watch his ass flex as he bends down to grab his pants where he discarded them earlier. I’ve had all four of them in some shape or form but I have only physically fucked Kaleb and Mana. I wonder if it would be different with Lethe or Bowen.
“Damn.”
I turn my attention back to Mana, my brow raised in question.
He chuckles. “I never considered you’d be into this.”
“This?”
“When I made that deal, I was mostly just fucking with you. And him,” he says, nodding in Kaleb’s direction with a grin. “But the way you just eye-fucked Bowen, I think you’re more into being shared by the four of us than either of us ever could have imagined.”
“Well, Mana,” I say with a glare. “I have needs. I also happen to like sex and I won’t be slut-shamed. Besides, you started this shit.”
“He isn’t trying to shame you,” Lethe says, caressing my face and tucking my hair behind my ear. “He is in awe. You have been to hell and back these past few days, literally, and most women, most humans, would be crying in the corner, not contemplating what sex with a fallen deity would be like.”
How the hell did he know what I was thinking? Can he read my mind? Can Mana?
“Your body tells us everything we need to know,” Kaleb says behind me, his hand cupping my breast and tweaking my turgid nipple. “Your scent fills this tiny room every time you get aroused. Hell, I’m human—mostly—and I can smell it.”
Well, that answers my question. Mana and Lethe watch raptly as Kaleb plays with my breast.
“Please stop,” I say on a moan. “I’m trying to have a conversation.”
“Talk all you want, babe. I’m not stopping you.”
Mana chuckles darkly. “Why don’t we compromise?”
“Compromise?” The word stutters across my lips, my arousal already climbing.
“Yes, dear,” he replies with a dark gleam in his eyes. “Let us watch you fuck Lethe and then we can all talk together over breakfast.”
“Why?” I may have already fallen for Mana, but I still don’t trust him.
“Because I said so,” he answers flatly. “Because I want to watch you take his cock. Lethe has wanted to fuck you since the moment he laid eyes on you. And because you know you want to.”
There isn’t a chance to deny his words as the three of them move quickly. Mana and Kaleb turn me flat on my back before they each grab a thigh, pulling my legs apart and exposing me to the angel who now stares down at me. He licks his lips as his gaze is locked on my exposed cunt. I watch in fascination as his semi-flaccid cock hardens and grows, pointing straight out at me.
“I know you like the taste of her pussy, Lethe, but now isn’t the time for that,” Mana laughs. “You can eat her out later. Or do you not want to feel her tight sheath gripping your cock when she orgasms?”
Lethe doesn’t answer Mana, he doesn’t even spare him a glance before bending down and bracing his weight over me, spearing me with his massive cock. It’s nothing like Mana’s horse dick but it is just as fulfilling, instantly hitting a spot deep inside me. Loud moans fall from my lips as he sets a punishing pace.
His hips swivel with every stroke into my heat, pushing me higher into pleasure. Mana and Kaleb release my legs as Lethe leans back on his haunches, staring at where his length disappears inside me.
My brain feels like soup and I can’t concentrate on a single thing, my gaze bouncing between the three of them. Mana and Kaleb both have their thick cocks in hand, working the lengths in their fists as Lethe fucks me harder and faster. My breasts bounce on my chest, drawing their gaze and I can’t help but cup the orbs in offering to them.
Lethe lifts my ass into the air, changing the angle of his thrusts, and I know this orgasm is going to wreck me.
“Come for Lethe, beautiful. Let him feel you milk his cock,” Kaleb says, his hand a blur as he works his cock.
Mana’s fingers find my clit, working mercilessly at the bundle of nerves, forcing me to comply to Kaleb’s wishes. Lethe stills above me, his muscles taut as he joins me in ecstasy, both our bodies shivering with tremors as we orgasm together.
Kaleb’s cum lands on my chest as Mana shoves Lethe out of the way, my fallen angel landing on his ass. A harsh slap lands on my pussy and my body convulses, my back arching off the bed. My scream rends the air. Mana repeats the action three more times before a second, more powerful orgasm seizes me. My legs shake as wetness seeps into the mattress below me.
“Did she just squirt?” Lethe asks in awe.
“Open your mouth, hell kitten,” Mana says, not answering Lethe’s question.
I comply immediately as Mana climbs over my chest and shoves his cock into my throat before coming with a roar.