44. Raphael
Raphael
TONIGHT, SHE IS CLAIMING HER OWN POWER…
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“This Is Your Sign”
“Caroline”
“You Are Not Your Past”
Iwill give her what she wants. I will give her what she needs.
I always have. From the time I caught the axe she swung, and she stepped into the eye of the storm, to a few moments ago when she looked up from the ground, rain-slicked and trembling, her confession like broken glass, I knew.
I knew I would collect her piece by piece, every raw, bleeding fragment she thought no one could stomach—no one could possess.
And here she is now—cornered, shivering against the tree, with nowhere left to run.
I taste her fear and the leftover scraps of rebellion inside her. I exploit her at her most vulnerable state. Tonight, with every cry of pain and pleasure she makes, she is pledging her power, her life, her very soul to me. But I am also saving her at her weakest.
After tonight, her soul belongs to me.
“Briella…” I taste her little whimpers, drinking them down like sacrament.
Every sound she makes fuels me, claims me, binds us until I’m thrusting harder into her—grinding her down, feeling her unravel under me, feeling her become.
Keeping her pinned with my strength, I take her by the throat. I feel her pulse beneath my palm, frantic and alive. As wild as the rain all around us.
I pause here, tilting my head. I face her down in the storm raging all around us—and the one in our souls. Inviting her to kneel. Only we exist in this moment with the shadows of four other monsters behind us, bearing witness to the unholy ritual.
“Raphael…” Her hazel eyes shimmer like fractured, wet jewels in the rain as she stares back at me, a perfect surrender. “The arrow! Please! I need—”
“I am your High God and judge of what you need,” I murmur, dragging my teeth across her throat, slow and deliberate, my words slick with promise and violence.
“Even when you don’t know what the fuck that is.
You are ruined and wrecked as we are. Carrying old scars you denied until we marked you for our own. ”
I sink my teeth into her throat, tender, feeling her swallow.
After softly pulling back the skin, I let go.
“Now, you have five monsters who will carry them for you. Our name is written into every last one—as yours are written into ours. The pain of these moments, the agony that is crushing you…you will remember for eternity. The scar that will form on your leg will remind you of what will happen if you ever run from us again, Briella. Our Queen.”
Her purple-brown hair coats the sides of her face. Her skin is cold, but she feels like soaked flames around my hardness, burning with her own fire, the fire she found from the moment those words left her lips.
“I want to be you.”
With great power comes…more power.
I do not give her mine. No exchange. I’m still a psychopath.
I pause, my shaft throbbing inside her, my pelvis grinding against hers, skin sealing her closed. Like I could push myself so far, she couldn’t tear herself away even if she tried. I feel her body tense, hear the tremble in her breathing, the way she’s splintering.
Tonight, she will claim her own power through the pain, seeing and understanding who she truly is.
She is sitting with her monsters. With death itself. Not with fear. Not with indifference.
She is their fucking equal.
She lowers her chin. Hunts my eyes with hers. “It hurts.”
“It will,” I confirm, gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head, grinding her harder against the tree. “You cannot run from the pain. Cannot hide from it anymore. It is only through suffering that we grow stronger.”
“Oh, God,” her voice cracks. “I’m going to pass out!”
I whisper in her ear. “Stay with me, little Queen.”
With just my crown upon her head, I fuck the naked, bleeding, branded, and scarred form of our divine goddess. I pull out to the tip, then shove back into her silky cunt. Her flesh is weak and worn. But she is alive.
“Nothing between us,” I say against her mouth.
She nods frantically, arching her back, receiving me. “I’m not nothing anymore.”
My hunger blackens. My tone sharpens. “Fuck, Briella. You were never fucking nothing!”
She softens for me. She gives me everything. Her hot sheath clenches, squeezing all around me, holding me here. Fucking devouring my length. Begging for more.
In the eye of our abyss, I know with no shred of equivocation.
It is the greatest and most powerful moment of my fucked up life.
More than the night I set my brothers all free.
More than the nights we forged our chains—one by one.
Now, we have something inside those all-encompassing chains.
The one we’ve sought for years through a bond of blood, flesh, broken bones, fire, torture, and more.
She is the only one who deserves it, the only one who could ever fill that place.
The rain and wind tear through us. I slam into her, one hand gripping her throat, one hand anchoring her wrists. My clothed chest against her naked flesh. A beautiful flush spreads from her cheeks to her breasts.
She lifts her hips. Diving for her, I seize her mouth and lower my hand from her throat, getting between us to palm her breast, thumb rolling over the hard bud of her nipple.
When she wiggles her wrists in a desperate plea for freedom, I shift, dropping her hands, giving her a sliver of freedom.
One of her hands settles upon my hips, a silent plea for me to do more.
The other? Every muscle in my jaw clenches at the soft, trembling touch of her fingers upon my face.
I can’t feel love, but a surge of raw emotion gathers in my throat, mirroring only one other night in my existence. On that night? Blood was on my hands. I’d taken a life.
Like the monster I am, I touch her leg, the site of the arrow. Light. But she screams above the roar of the thunder.
“Oh, God, it hurts! Hurts so much. It burns, Raphael…” she finishes in a wheeze.
“Focus on me, my Queen. Feel me. Become me.”
I kiss her, swallowing her skin, touching her chest, feeling her heart beating.
Tonight, I take hers. But I fucking keep it.
That night, the monster unleashed. Tonight, she takes it, kissing me back. She fucking keeps it.
I unleash myself on her. Sealed to her forever, I drive my hell inside her. She coils a hand around the back of my neck, digging her fingers in my wet hair. Good fucking goddess, she rips it free of the leather cord, releasing my hair to fall.
For the first time, I am more than a monster. More than a god. I’m her monster. Her god. Her captor. Her possessor. Her king.
I rock against her, grinding my pelvis against her clit until she’s trembling, her eyes glazing over with the endorphins raging through her. Pain. Torture. Desire.
I should show mercy. But it’s the last thing she wants. And I have no mercy in me.
So, I fuck her wildly, ravenously, her body giving way beneath mine. Flush against me. Mouth on mine, tongue dancing with mine. Her breasts pressed against my chest. She arches her back. I plunge my cock inside, giving her everything.
My heat and fury, death and destruction, they erupt through her veins. Her insides tighten around me more, consuming me, fluttering.
I bite her lower lip, keeping her on the edge. “With me, Briella. With me…”
In the last few moments, I swell, growing harder, thicker. My legs shudder as my release comes. I put both my hands on her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples. And I roar, “Now!”
She comes, her insides burning, convulsing.
Pounding in rapid fire thrusts, I find my release and shoot every drop of my cum in her as she screams, gripping my hair, my neck—her fingers pulling, her nails raking as she breaks over and over again. The ecstasy shimmers all over her face.
And through all the blood, scars, and tears, I see her very soul shook loose. I catch it, claim it, and…
I fucking keep it.