Chapter Thirty
Lenora
“Ihave brought you new toys,” Veyn tells his brothers. “You’re welcome to do as you please with these ones.”
The one with no flesh inhales deeply. Chest muscles expand and deflate. The creature next to him remains still. Solemn as if waiting for the catch. When nothing else is forthcoming, both sets of eyes turn to Augustus.
One the crimson hue of a fresh bruise.
The other, hollow pits. Vast voids.
Augustus wets himself.
The foul stench of urine hitting stone plumes through the suddenly suffocating swelter.
And I can’t blame him.
“Meet my brothers,” Veyn says calmly. “They also like to hurt things. They’re just better at it.”
With that, he leaves Augustus in the hands of his brothers and faces me.
Our eyes meet across the distance and I’m incapable of clearing the horror off my face.
I see him draw in a breath. See the resignation in the exhalation. But all that doesn’t conceal the fact that he’s wearing Marcus. That the creature he actually is resembles the pair behind him.
“What do you look like?”
Over his shoulder, I’m vaguely aware of Augustus and Bernard being forcibly hauled in the direction of a patch of shadows collecting in the far corner. Augustus’s screams abruptly end and I know they’re gone, but I can’t look away from the creature watching me with deliberation.
“Will it matter?”
I blink at the question. My thoughts are in such chaos, I can’t even decide how to answer him.
It does matter, doesn’t it? If he’s inside out or forged together by chains, I should probably know.
But also, does it matter? I can’t go back on my promise. I can’t escape him. I have created this situation for myself and have no choice but to see it through no matter what.
Yet, I know I need to see him.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “But I would like to see.”
Something in my statement seems to amuse him. The corner of Marcus’s mouth quirks a notch before he inclines his head.
“As you wish.”
I hold my breath as I watch him pour out of Marcus. The black mist swirls and pools in a writhing blur of shadows.
Marcus gasps and staggers back. The momentum of the extraction sends him into the dais. Dazed and slightly pale.
Gingerly, I climb down off the tendrils. A tricky task when I can’t see where they end. I guide my feet across what’s solid before finding the lip. Or maybe, Veyn let me down. It’s impossible to tell, but my feet touch the cool stone and I stand.
“Lenora.”
Unsteady, Marcus heaves himself up. His knuckles blaze white around the blood and char-stained table. The slight green tinge around his pale complexion has me hurrying down to him.
“Are you okay?”
I grip his elbow and do my best to support him, knowing that if he faints, he will take me down with him.
Marcus releases his grip on the dais and uses the forearm to wipe at the beads of sweat dotting his brow.
“I’m fine. Feels like getting off a roller-coaster.” His soft, pale eyes sweep down to my face. “Are you okay?”
I start to nod when I feel him stiffen. His hand finds my arm with solid firmness that digs into the soft tissues. I’m dragged back and away. His bulk moves to cover me and I have to physically shake him off to see around him.
The dark tendrils that had been no more than a glittery mist congeal, becoming a solid, black mass that extends in a column. From amongst the heavy shroud, a figure unfolds. A blurry outline that comes gradually into focus and my breath catches.
Black eyes the color of beetle shells gleam from the center of a face sliced from shadows. Hard, commanding lines that cut along his jaw and square at his chin. Thick, ebony locks fall in waves to the solid lines of his wide shoulders. That is where his humanity seems to end.
He’s darkness unbound. A hulking demon with serrated fangs and jagged claws tipped with silver. His flesh writhes around pieces of hidden slivers that glint faintly in the light. Tiny barbs that extend from his very skin in shards.
From the waist up, his torso is a masterpiece of hard, toned muscles bound together by thick tubers that cross around and through the muscles. An intricate mazework of vines that make him appear even larger.
But, from the waist down, there are no legs. None that I can make out from amongst a storm of wriggling shadows and shimmering slivers of metal. I think I catch a faint hint of hooves, but the swirl is too thick to be certain.
All that aside, my gaze is captivated by the wide expanse of darkness that fans out behind him. A breathtaking span of steel and shadows that flicker like wings. Massive curves with the upper lines of a bat’s and the lower half of an eagle, but instead of feathers, long, arched blades.
He opens and closes his fingers and the blades along his fingertips clink that familiar sound I remember hearing through the mirrors.
“I was expecting worse,” Marcus announces, breaking the silence.
The muscle over Veyn’s left eye arches. “Sorry to disappoint.”
I am not disappointed.
I am also beginning to think I have a problem.
There is something definitely wrong with me for seeing this monster standing before me, wings, hooves and fangs, and …
appreciating the beauty of all of him. I’m fairly certain a normal person would find him horrifying, but I look at him and I’m mesmerized by the swirling colors that reflect in the light when he turns his head.
The way the blades along his wings cling ever so softly against his back.
I am wildly fascinated by all of him. More, I want to see him in the light.
I want him under the sun so I can see the warm gold lance off all those pieces of metal.
I also have so many questions.
“How do you sleep?” I blurt, edging out further from behind Marcus to get a better look. “Do you ever cut yourself? Were you born with those?”
His poor mother…
Jagged teeth, as razor-sharp as the points of his talons, flash in a grin. “I was not born. I was created as all demons are.”
“Can I touch them?” I ask and immediately have my arm captured by Marcus.
“He’s a walking knife block. Maybe you shouldn’t.”
That only seems to amuse Veyn further. “Do you think I would hurt her?”
“Yes,” Marcus states without missing a beat. “You’re a demon. It’s in your nature. You said so yourself.”
I expect Veyn to be offended by the broad statement, but he chuckles.
“It’s true. I am. But…” Those dark voids round to me and in a blink, all the metal pieces vanish. They sink into flesh and shadows, disappearing from sight so he is only a dark silhouette with living coils moving around him. “I am a demon with many talents.”
Tentatively, I brush off Marcus’s hold and inch closer.
My attention is on his wings. Breathtakingly captivated by their beauty.
I’m not paying attention when he suddenly snatches me around the waist and yanks me into his chest. The collision steals a startled gasp from me and a sharp cry from Marcus when he tries to grab me and Veyn smacks him with a tentacle … with a blade.
“Fucker!” Marcus growls, clutching his injured hand to his chest. A trickle of blood runs down the back from the thin cut. “What’s wrong with you?”
Veyn never looks away from my face that he drags up with a hand twisted in my hair. His other arm remains hooked around my middle, curving me into the front of him.
“My turn,” he tells Marcus, then says to me, “I have wanted to do this from the moment you woke me up.”
This is sealing his mouth over mine. It’s crushing me so close that I can’t breathe. It’s hoisting me up so my legs wrap around his middle and…
“Veyn…”
He groans across my lips as he pushes an entire tree inside me.
An impossibly bulbous rod that opens me wider than I’ve ever been.
So wide the pain has me head jerking down to see what he’s forcing into my body, but all I see is shadows wrapping around my hips and thighs like living tentacles pulling me closer.
“Too much,” I whine even while my muscles expand and take even more.
“Look at me, pet. I want to watch you feel every inch I make you take.” His hips snap forward and he hits that place so deep inside that I cry out, and he stays there.
Forcing me to endure. “Going to stretch you out so the only cock that will make your cunt feel full is mine. So wide, I can fit my whole hand in and touch our baby.”
He’s at my nipple before I can ask what he’s talking about. His teeth sink into flesh as he forces me up and over him in perfect strokes. His big hands fist into my backside and the cheeks are pulled wide.
“Watch her, Uncle Marcus. Watch me show your pretty little niece what a real cock feels like. Watch her cum for me before I put my demon seed in her belly.”
I don’t hear Marcus move up behind me over the roar of the ocean in my ears, but I feel his hands slide beneath my thighs. The tight lock I have on Veyn’s hips is dislodged and I’m spread wider. Held open for the demon.
“Marcus…?”
“Don’t stop,” he breathes into my ear as he guides me over the monster’s cock. “Te voir comme ca…” He growls deep in his throat and pumps me down harder. Faster.
“Marcus!” I cry as every drive hits my base.
“Shhh. Your hole is so fucking wide right now, Lenora. So open around his cock. So fucking hungry. You took every fucking inch like such a good girl.”
At my breast, Veyn chuckles. He sucks the mound, never losing his grip even when they’re bouncing with every thrust.
“I think you have room in here for one more,” Veyn decides. “Wouldn’t that feel nice? Getting double stuffed.”
I’m shaking my head, but Marcus snarls into the side of my neck.
“Open. Let me in.”
I have no choice.
There are two of them and both are determined.
Veyn spreads my cheeks and holds me wide for the other man.
“Please. I can’t,” I whine.
The fat head of Marcus’s cock settles at my entrance, alongside the one already tearing me open. My nails claw into Veyn’s shoulders, anchoring myself for the pain I know I’m about to feel, but it never comes.
“Oh God!” I wail, head falling back against Marcus’s shoulder.
“Made for this,” he taunts, forcing himself deeper into space there shouldn’t possibly be any. “Made to get stuffed and used. Fuck, look at you taking it. Hold her. I need to cum.”
Veyn takes me and cradles me while Marcus pumps inside me. As he grips my hips and pounds like I’m just a hole to use.
“Fuck, Linny!”
With a growl, his hot cum squirts inside me. It drenches my walls and Veyn’s steady shaft.
Veyn stays in even when Marcus pulls free. The loss, combined with the slight burn, has me tightening my hold on the demon.
He pulls back. I’m set in the dais and I’m vaguely aware that there is no blood, no scorch marks to indicate that Bernard Duval was burnt alive where I sit.
He pulls out of me. Inch by inch, and I see him.
I see the thick wedge of meat he frees and swallows in the shadows.
The absence has my body shuddering at the loss.
But with him, Marcus’s release spills out, thick and white. It collects beneath me when Veyn guides my feet up onto the edges of the table and makes me sit in a squat so their handiwork is on full display.
“I have to see,” he murmurs, guiding my knees apart. “Show us what you let us do to your tight cunt.”
Marcus comes to stand next to the demon and they both stare at the gap, the steady puddle growing beneath me.
“Fuck, Linny, what did you do?” Marcus fills me on two fingers. “Your little pussy is such a mess, baby.”
A third finger.
A fourth.
“Marcus!”
“Shhh…” His breathing is ragged. Rough. “You can take it. You’re so open. So wet.”
Fifth finger.
Veyn appears behind me, catching me when my support falters and I tumble back. His hold circles my middle, tucks beneath my knees. Holding me for the other man.
“How deep can you take him?” he asks me, but Marcus is already pushing.
His knuckles protrude beneath my skin. Push against that spot.
“I wish you never let us do this,” Marcus pants, eyes wild. “All I want is to see what else I can fit in here. How fucking wide I can stretch your hole.”
I cum all over his fist.
I spray my release in a hot surge of liquid heat that drenches Marcus who curses and pounds his hand inside. His head drops and he sucks my clit and licks my soaked folds, never taking his hand out.
Not even when he moves up my body with wet lips and captures my nipple.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.”
I’m still spasming and squirting when I feel him nudging for entrance. Fitting his cock into his fist inside me.
My scream is of raw pain and such a twisted pleasure. It horrifies me as I watch him jerk his erection inside me.
And I’m helping.
I’m using Veyn and pushing myself down over Marcus. I’m meeting every stroke. I need it so badly, he stops and I’m slamming myself over him, chasing the blinding ecstasy.
We both cum and the mess, the smell and sound will haunt me. There’s a white pool coating the table. It runs down the edges and covers Marcus’s arm. His chest. It’s dripping from his cock. His hands are smeared with it. My quivering thighs are slick.
“Oh my God,” Marcus groans, staring at my ruined core. “Linny, tell me you’re okay.” His mouth drops over my sex, suctions over my seizing clit. “Tell me to stop. I’m going to fuck you to death. I need you so much.”
But Veyn has dragged my mouth to his and my tongue is caught between his teeth.