Chapter 39 The Patron Saints of Sin
THE PATRON SAINTS OF SIN
ALEXIS
“I need to get something off my chest …” I trailed off with a quiver, hugging my knees to myself, words dying in my throat.
Confidence had drained away.
I was fully clothed on the closed toilet seat, afraid if I took off my toga, my flesh would come off with it.
Hair frizzy, I had a narrow field of vision, and a ringing in my left ear. I was too quiet, wary of touch, abrasive when I should be soft, gentle when I should be ferocious.
A scalding stream of water sprayed behind us inside the empty shower, sputtering through ancient pipes as a single candle flickered.
Kharon and Augustus dominated the small space; we barely fit.
Sirens flashed inside my mind.
DANGER. Do not touch the predators.
“Speak, carissima.” Kharon loomed above me, his eyes a piercing, fatal blue—the shade of frozen lips, stretched across chattering teeth, in a Montana winter. The color of hypothermia. “Say your piece.”
I was mute.
“Alexis.” Augustus rolled my name in his mouth like he was caressing it. “Darling … please.”
Steam mixed with shadows, casting both of them in darkness.
Merciless, malevolent gods.
“I’m afraid.”
Kharon arched his brow as he stared down at me. His skeleton tattoos were a stark reminder—the sheer depth of his depravation.
“This is who we are,” Kharon said coldly. “Who you are.”
“You’re not good men,” I whispered.
Kharon’s lips curled up, canines flashing. “No—we’re not … but you already knew that.”
Augustus studied me silently.
They offered no platitudes, no promise that they would be gentle, normal lovers.
Kharon tilted his head to the side—there was a puckered scar where his ear used to be.
Terror receded.
Augustus held my gaze, unblinking. “We were fashioned by Kronos to be your husbands—we’re one soul, torn into three pieces. Don’t be afraid of our love.”
I recoiled, porcelain digging into my back. “You … love me?”
Augustus breathed shallowly, his eyes hypnotizing pools of ink, an unfathomable shade of sin. “I knew it when I watched you battle a Titan, your face determined—at peace—as you sacrificed yourself to help some pathetic humans who you didn’t even know.”
Air sputtered from my lips.
“I knew it—” Kharon said. “When I woke up the day after our wedding. You were gone, the world was colorless, and my heart was missing, ripped clean from my bloody chest.”
A rushing echoed in my ears.
Feel the fear, and act despite it.
I released my knees. “I’m ready.” I straightened my spine, hoping if I said it, it would become true. “To fuck.”
Kharon stood taller. “We … won’t be making love,” he said in a low voice. “Until you survive your rounds in the arena.”
Augustus wet his lower lip.
“But,” Kharon said, seeing the dejection on my face. “We’ll give you a taste of what’s to come after you successfully defeat your labors.”
“Do you trust us?” Augustus asked softly.
I shouldn’t.
“Yes.”
“Stand up,” Kharon ordered. “Now.”
The air became charged with depravity.
I planted my feet and rose to my full height, tilting my head back, daring him to act.
Slowly, with only centimeters between us, I pulled off the straps of my exercise toga. Cool air blew against my bare back, skin pebbling—the material fluttered to the floor.
Kharon made a raspy, hungry sound.
With lowered lashes, Augustus pulled down his toga, revealing endless planes of rigid bronze—I looked down—his thick cock bobbed against his lower stomach, metal glinting on the tip.
Augustus held out his hand for me to take.
He guided me into the steamy spray.
RIPPPP.
Kharon tore off his toga and followed.
Warmth radiated across my back as long piano fingers traced over blue diamonds. They trailed down my spine, out across each rib, like he was painting my bones.
My nerves screamed at his gentle touches.
Augustus faced me under the hot spray, all wide shoulders and barely constrained power—tentatively I traced my fingers over the network of raised veins that covered his forearms. They were smoother, silkier than I’d thought they’d feel. Intoxicating.
Augustus made a sound and jerked.
Emboldened, I explored the firm ridges of his chest, trailing lower over his abs, enjoying how they bunched and flexed beneath my touch.
I brushed lower, glancing across metal and a smooth, weeping head—his dick bobbed against his stomach.
Augustus swore violently as he palmed my breasts, his calluses abrasive against my sensitive nipples—white-hot pleasure shot through my core.
I squeezed my thighs together.
Kharon pressed kisses down my spine, biting gently, then lapping at the tender skin.
Augustus caressed my chest.
He paused as he traced over the thin scar between my breasts—I shook my head, not now—his expression promised we’d come back to it later.
Augustus traced across my stomach, lingering on the burn mark, then moved lower to my hips.
Kharon brushed his palms over the globes of my ass, then squeezed, as Augustus casually traced around the patch of curls between my thighs.
Lust made everything blur.
A horribly exciting, ridiculous idea struck me.
With a shaky breath, I rested my hands on Augustus’s warm, water-covered chest and gathered my courage.
“Could you both teach me how to … pleasure a man?” I whispered, curiosity rising.
Kharon froze behind me, his teeth pausing mid-nip on the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder.
Augustus gripped my hips, nails digging into my skin. “Are you sure … that’s what you want?” he asked hoarsely.
Kharon pulled his mouth away from my neck and stepped back.
I opened my mouth to complain.
He grasped my chin—forcefully turned my head to the side—and plunged his tongue into my mouth, silencing me. He didn’t kiss; he devoured.
When his heated lips finally wrenched away, his hand gripped my jaw tighter, face hovering close enough to count every individual eyelash.
“Don’t hold back,” I said with a gasp. “I want the real you.”
Kharon’s eyes were completely black, his pupils blown wide. He bared his teeth.
“He’s more viciously inclined.”
“Carissima …” he said softly. “Get … on your knees.”
Arthur Miller whispered in my ear, “Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.”
Augustus cupped my breasts gently—thumbs dragging over my nipples. “Be a good girl, my sweet carus.”
“I tend to praise.”
“Obey me,” Kharon said darkly. “Or we leave the shower, and this is over.”
I lowered myself to my knees.
“So obedient,” Augustus whispered warmly. “So perfect.”
Kharon moved around me, tracing his fingertips along blue diamonds, until he stood beside Augustus.
Water coursed over them; steam tendrilled along their shoulders; they were malefic, ethereal beings.
Kharon looked down at me with a lacerating sneer; Augustus smiled.
They were both exposed before me.
Where Augustus’s cock was thick with metal pierced through the head, Kharon’s was longer and veiny. One was bronzed with a dark tip, the other ruddy and maroon.
In the faint candlelight, both had scarlet script written across their left thighs.
I squinted at the words, trying to read them—weeks ago I’d thought they were streaks of blood.
They had matching tattoos.
Candlelight flickered, mixing with water, obscuring what the ink said.
“Open your mouth.” Kharon overenunciated each word.
I obeyed.
Kharon gripped his dick and pulled it down, holding it above my parted lips.
I leaned forward and steadied myself on his thighs—scar tissue on his right leg, smooth skin on his left.
Kharon gently gathered my wet curls up into a ponytail with his right hand. He held it back from my face, grasping his cock tightly with his skeleton-tattooed fingers—he leaned forward and traced the weeping tip over my lips.
A barely there touch—we both moaned from pleasure.
“Suck. Hollow out your cheeks—use your tongue. No teeth.” Kharon’s pale stomach bunched as he flexed.
It wasn’t a question.
Kharon pushed himself into my mouth with tender gentleness.
Holding on to his thighs, I took him deeper, choking on the size as I tried to obey. From his rapturous expression, he didn’t mind my lack of finesse.
“You’re doing so amazing,” Augustus praised as he stood next to Kharon, watching me, while he gripped the base of his dick and stroked slowly along the thickness.
My core fluttered.
Kharon waited patiently, holding himself still as he let me explore. Licking, I traced the silky vein on the underside. Teasing back and forth with my tongue, I enjoyed the velvety soft surface.
Water streamed down my face like tears.
I tried to suck him deep, but choked again.
Apparently, my gag reflex was VERY developed.
Kharon chuckled darkly as I failed to suck on all of him. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
I looked up at him through the water, holding his gaze.
His hips jerked, and he whispered under his breath, “You’re destroying me,” like he was praying.
Pulling back, I licked the slope around his head.
“You’re taking him so perfectly,” Augustus praised, veins standing out on his forearm as he tipped his head back, the V of his Adonis belt straining.
Kharon’s eyes flooded with crimson as he engaged his Chthonic powers.
Waves of unimaginable pleasure rolled over me.
His emotions were jumbled, vulgar and erotic—my woman, knees, dominate, control, fuck, brand, own, claim, cherish.
Heat pooled between my legs.
I moved my right hand to the base of his hardness, cupping lower gently—Kharon’s hips jerked as he let out a guttural groan.
One emotion burned the brightest—love her.
I whimpered around his hot hardness as the pleasure increased.
“You’re so perfect for us.” Augustus stroked faster.
They were both undone before me.
The Patron Saints of Sin.
Kharon released my curls, pulling out of my mouth slowly with a tortured groan.
“Show Augustus what you learned, carissima,” he ordered, but his voice was gravelly. It had lost its edge. His cheeks were flushed, eyes glossy.
A heady wave of feminine satisfaction washed over me.
I’ve undone Kharon.
Augustus pushed his much thicker cock down, the metal jewelry on the tip glistening with precum. “You’re doing so amazing, sweetheart.”
He stared down at me with pure adoration, which I really appreciated, because I was pretty sure I wasn’t actually doing it well.
I parted my lips.
Augustus brushed hair back off my forehead with unbelievable tenderness.
I grabbed his thighs, his skin much warmer than Kharon’s, as I wrapped my mouth around his velvety softness, straining to take his width.
The cool metal of his piercing brushed across my tongue.
My lips were on fire.
It felt depraved.
Augustus tipped his head back and swore, hands bunching in my hair as he trembled beneath me, cock throbbing in my mouth. “I’m not going to be able to last,” he said with a strangled gasp. “So exquisite, so fucking perfect.”
I sucked, digging my nails into his thighs, needing to see him unravel. He thrust into my mouth, precum salty, his movement becoming more erratic.
He pulled away with a groan—velvety hardness popping from my lips.
I gasped for air, confused by his sudden lack of presence.
“Touch yourself,” Kharon ordered harshly, but the effect was ruined by his obsessed expression.
My fingers went between my aching legs—I rubbed against my soaking, already fluttering clit—white-hot pleasure mounted.
Kharon and Augustus moved closer.
They fondled my breasts, plucking my nipples, nails scraping across my feverish flesh, as they each stroked themselves faster.
I touched myself harder as they lavished me with attention.
Augustus stared down at me, expression soft. “You’re doing so beautiful, pleasing your husbands like this. I’m so proud.”
Flutters mounted as I reached closer to the fall.
Slapping flesh echoed obscenely under the heated spray.
Kharon made a guttural sound as he swore, teeth bared, jaw tensed. He tipped his head back, stroking himself hard and fast. “I’m going to ruin you,” he promised.
Too late.
“You’re mine, love,” Kharon said with a strangled pant. “Forever.”
Waves of pleasure crashed over me, and my back bowed, quivering as my core clenched and released.
Kharon and Augustus stepped closer to my face, groaning in unison, as they came together all over my parted, gasping lips.
Their cum mixed, dripping down my chin, onto my chest.
Aftershocks fluttered through me.
Kharon dragged his thumb through the mixture, pushing it into my mouth. It was salty and sharp against my tongue. I grimaced and spit it out—it tasted genuinely disgusting. I’m never doing that again.
Both men laughed.
“Love you.” Augustus gathered the cum as it dripped off my chin, dragging the liquid down, across my breasts, massaging it into my skin.
I leaned forward, boneless and spent.
Their thighs were inches from my face—the tiny words tattooed across both their left legs in cursive font became visible.
“Alexis Hert” was written with a Roman numeral—our wedding date.
My gaze shot up to theirs.
I tried to speak, but couldn’t.
Augustus lifted me up and cradled me against his chest.
Kharon dried me off with a towel as Augustus held me. He focused on my curls, peppering my face with butterfly kisses as he gently scrunched the water from them. With a determined expression, he wrapped my hair into a bun.
Finally, when Kharon was satisfied that I was dry, Augustus carried me into the room and gently laid me down on the bed.
Kharon brought a wet washcloth between my legs, and he wiped me off tenderly as he whispered words of love. He swiped it over my face and chest, eyes shining with emotions.
When he was done, Augustus spent a while tucking the covers around my shoulders, legs, and feet.
He kept tugging the blanket up higher on my face, and it took me a second to realize what he was doing. Poco likes to have just his ears out.
My heart melted in my chest as my scary husbands fussed.
Finally, they both climbed into bed, draping themselves around me like another layer of bedding.
Kharon pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. Augustus feathered a kiss on the side of my neck.
I smiled sleepily as I closed my eyes, feeling warm inside and out.
Why didn’t we do this sooner?
I was so content, I’d forgotten to ask when they’d gotten my name permanently placed on their skin.
Sleep pulled me under.