Chapter Twenty-Five Lucifer
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lucifer
I watch the two of them eagerly as they finish, reveling in how easily they come apart for me. Charlotte’s so pumped full of us she’s praying to me like I’m the goddamn Holy Spirit as I pound into her ass, my fingers thrusting up into Azrael and affecting them both.
The walls of the playroom erupt with the sound of their screams.
But I’m not finished with them yet.
Charlotte collapses on top of her deathly paramour from where she’s trapped between us, and I pull out, peeling apart our sweat- and cum-covered bodies only to retrieve the blindfold as Azrael pulls her into his arms.
He’s watching me now with narrowed eyes like he’s trying to get a read on me and determine exactly what game it is I’m playing.
I’ve never been this amenable with any of our other lovers before, so he has no idea what to expect, yet he knows better than to assume I don’t have anything up my sleeve.
But I’m not prepared to show my full hand just yet.
I toss him a bottle of water from the playroom’s mini fridge, and he sips from it, offering a generous portion to Charlotte, before I beckon him to his feet.
“Start again with her pussy. Mind the directions I gave you.”
Azrael glances down to where Charlotte is folded in his arms, nuzzling against his chest, as if he’s hesitant to let her go. “And if I don’t?”
I pull the belt from my discarded pants and snap it between my hands, glancing toward her pointedly. “You may want to fuck about, but does she?”
Azrael’s expression hardens, but he’s up within seconds, more than prepared to protect my future wife from me. I watch as he pumps the massive length of his cock until a few minutes later he grows hard again.
My own cock stiffens painfully.
He’s just as divine and delicious as he’s always been.
Our years apart haven’t changed anything.
He follows my gaze, driving one hand up and down his length as he comforts Charlotte with the other.
She’s collapsed onto her stomach atop the spanking bench now.
Not even needing the restraints she was in previously.
He strokes a hand through her hair, gently trailing his fingers down the line of her body as she shivers, before he pushes some of his cum in and out of her opening.
A little move he picked up from me.
The first time I brought some nameless Nephilim back to Hell with us.
Before I’ve given him the ready, Azrael slips another finger into her, testing how far he can push me.
“Fancy finding out the hard way, do you?” I challenge.
I finish my water and cast the bottle aside, leaving it for the maids, before I move to stand at my fiancée’s head. She opens her mouth obediently without me asking, and I shove my cock in before I replace the blindfold over her eyes.
Death’s finally hard enough. He takes his place at her other end and thrusts into her. He growls in pleasure, and my balls tighten eagerly.
“Look at you, taking what we give you so well. You’re dripping,” Azrael purrs to her, his cock coated in the cum leaking from her. “So lush and sweet.”
And she is.
The combination of the two of us taking her higher than she’s ever been.
Dare I say to Heaven and back?
“More. More please.” Charlotte rocks back onto him, moaning so bloody loud I’m certain even my absent Father can hear.
But I am now the one true god she worships on her knees.
We both thrust into her.
Neither one of us blinks as we glare at one another, and Charlotte is such a shameless, cum-filled slut now, I can hardly understand her muffled begging from where she’s sucking me.
“Fuck me,” she begs, her words clear as she pops off to swirl her tongue over my cock’s head.
I thrust back into her, fucking her face the way I know she likes, so that she cries out.
“Which one of us would you prefer, darling?” I smirk in amusement as Azrael chooses that exact moment to tear his gaze from mine and focus his attention upon her.
“She’s already soaked again, Lightbringer. Stretched so fucking wide. If she hadn’t been such an innocent little virgin when you got a hold of her, I’d glide right out.”
Charlotte whimpers, her mouth too full to speak as she sucks my cock, relaxing as she allows me to push all the way to the back of her throat until she’s no longer gagging.
I can see the silk of the blindfold growing wet from her tears.
But that’s what she wants from me.
For me to ruin her.
“Give me a color, Charlotte,” I order, withdrawing only long enough for her to pant a muffled “green” before I thrust back into her.
I throw back my head, breathing hard as her tongue flutters against the thick underside of my prick, and I start to increase my speed. Fuck, I love this woman.
I bring my head upright, and mine and Azrael’s eyes meet.
And him, well . . .
A heaviness I cannot place settles inside my chest as I mercilessly thrust my hips forward.
Death is another matter entirely.