Chapter 36
“The opposite of love is not hate; it’s indifference.”
—ELIE WIESEL
R amel moved behind me, and I looked out into the silent audience of the unholy church. My pussy was already soaking in anticipation of what was to come. I wasn’t sure if it was crazy or if it was smart to finally try to turn off the part of my brain that told me I needed to resist.
I was a mortal in a world filled with immortal demons. The king of them all seemed to be doing his best to take care of me in his own sick, twisted way.
It wasn’t clear to me if I actually wanted any of this or if I was just submitting out of a sheer need to cope and survive. My mind was still confused, and my moral compass needed to seriously be reconfigured, but my body was sure as fuck responding positively.
I didn’t let myself wonder if that was good or bad. I just turned off my brain and let myself feel. If I was going to be forced to do this, I might as well try to enjoy it.
I had figured it would be a long shot, asking Ramel not to make it hurt. I was surprised at how easily he had accepted my request to put off my punishment. All I needed to do was follow orders and have an orgasm or two, and he would take me back to the manor where I could rest. Maybe he would even hold me while I slept if I asked nicely .
I shivered as Ramel traced his freezing-cold fingers up the back of my bare thighs. He moved so lightly that my skin erupted in gooseflesh, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. His fingers grazed the hem of my dress, and he toyed with it before flipping it up, exposing me to him.
“Fuck, Lilith ,” he breathed as he took me in. Putting his palms flat on the backs of my thighs, he slid his hands up to my ass, his thumbs coming to rest on either side of my pussy. I arched, and he groaned in response.
“Let’s spread you open,” he breathed as he dug his thumbs into the creases of my cunt and pulled me apart. “Fuck, you look good like this,” he murmured, and my clit was suddenly screaming to be touched. I could feel his breath on me, teasing me, and I wanted more. I squirmed as he continued to examine me from behind, and he chuckled.
“What is it that you want, Lilith? I told you, if you want me to make you feel good, you’re going to have to beg for it.”
Asshole.
I should have known he wasn’t going to make this easy. I looked out at the audience. Shem was leaning against the podium, watching, with Art standing next to him. Both of their eyes were filled with a dark heat, and I suddenly felt embarrassed to ask openly for what I wanted.
“Ramel, please,” I whispered as quietly as I could, and I felt him just barely touch his tongue to my clit. A shot of pleasure sparked up my pussy, and I gasped.
“Please what, Lilith?” he murmured against me, his hot breath making me throb. “You want me to lick it?”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see. I watched as Art reached down to massage himself through his pants. He stared hungrily as I tried to rub my thighs together to give myself some relief.
“Legs open, deathtrap,” Ramel warned. “Only I get to bring you pleasure, and only if you do what I say. Tell me you want me to lick it.”
I let out a frustrated sob and widened my legs, doing my best to move my pussy back into his face.
“I want you to lick it, Ramel. Please, lick me until I come.”
I heard him growl in approval as he spread me even wider. “See? I know, deep down, you want to be good for me.” He praised me, and suddenly, his tongue was on me. I let out a surprised gasp of pleasure that quickly turned into a moan.
Art was staring directly at me as he rubbed the growing bulge in the front of his jeans.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” he murmured, his eyes growing darker. Shem smirked, his own eyes on fire as he watched.
“Wait until he sucks on her; she always squirms so nicely,” he purred, and Ramel did just that. I gasped as he pulled my clit between his teeth and began to pulse it against his tongue. I moaned, arching and pressing myself further back into his face, chasing the warmth that was beginning to build.
“Fuck… I wish he would share her,” Art groaned as he continued to rub himself, his eyes never leaving my ass. I recoiled at that, not wanting the demon who had betrayed me so spectacularly anywhere near me.
Shem chuckled. “Easy, Arteqoph, we don’t want a repeat of last time. You know Lilith belongs to Ram.”
Art grunted in annoyance. “He shares her with you.” Shem smirked and glanced down at his nails.
“Yes, but I’m special.” He preened.
It didn’t take long for the relentless pattern Ramel was sucking on my clit to turn into the familiar heat I was coming to know so well. He noticed my breathing quicken and inserted two fingers. I cried out as he stretched me, and the pleasure instantly accelerated to the point of no return.
Just before I could finish, Ramel pulled out, and I choked on a sob.
“Ramel, please,” I begged, and Art stroked himself faster.
“Fuck, she wants it so bad,” he grunted, and Shem nodded.
“That she does. Look how fucking soaked she is.”
“I want you to come on my cock, deathtrap. I’m going to fuck you until you’re spent, then I’m going to take you home and fuck you some more.” Ramel snarled. He yanked on my leash, forcing me back on my hands. He pressed his palm into the center of my back, making my hips tilt. I choked as he tightened his hold on the leash so hard the collar began to cut off my air supply.
I started to panic at my inability to breathe, but he stroked a hand down my back gently. “Trust me, Lilith. You know I’ll never allow you to die,” he whispered, and I forced myself to calm down. He ran his cock up and down my dripping cunt twice before slamming into me. I cried out at the sharp angle, and there was a series of grunts of approval from the audience as Ramel began to ruthlessly fuck me from behind.
“You take that cock so fucking well, deathtrap; look at you,” Ramel growled. “Should I give this ass a little attention too?” I choked on another sob as he used his thumb to massage the entrance to my ass.
“Ramel, please,” I begged, my voice echoing through the church. Ramel pressed his thumb harder into my ass, penetrating me. “Please, what, Lilith? Put it in? Take it out? Fuck you harder? Use your words,” he grit out, but I couldn’t. I just sobbed in ecstasy as the warmth he had started to build in my clit began to form around my G-spot instead. It was heavier and deeper, and I felt the strength begin to seep from my muscles as the first wave of the orgasm rushed over me.
“Oh fuck, she’s coming,” Art groaned.
“Yeah she fucking is.” Shem grinned just as Ramel followed me over the edge .
“That’s it, deathtrap. Take my cum. I’m going to make such a mess of this fucking pussy.”
He pumped in and out of me as my orgasm continued to roll through me, and he finally relaxed his grip on the leash, allowing me to collapse forward on the altar. I was delirious, out of breath, and panting when Ramel pushed my legs open to catch the cum that was spilling out of me. He pushed it back into my pussy before crawling on top of me and pulling my hair back to expose my ear.
“Don’t you waste a single drop of my cum, Lilith,” he murmured, kissing my ear softly. I whimpered, and he pulled me up into his arms. He looked down at me with the closest thing to love he was capable of feeling and smiled.
“It’s done. You’re mine, Lilith,” he said, kissing my nose. “Let’s go home.”