Chapter 13
Coming to, everything is dark, musty and sweltering. I realize that I’m looking at the ground with my hands bound. Something keeps bumping into my hip. I begin to look around. It quickly becomes clear that I’m being carried over someone’s shoulder.
Struggling to free myself, there’s a sharp nudge followed by, “Cut that shit out.” Wait? I know that voice. A bone chilling shiver runs through my entire body. I’m instantly filled with dread. I remember what happened.
“What do you want with me, Rathor?” I shout.
Shit! I am so so fucked.
“Let me out, I need to tear him apart,”” Serafine orders, snapping her teeth.
“I’m surprised that you remember me, we’re going to continue where we left off,” he replies.
“We have all sorts of games planned for you,” Lilith joyously interjects, licking her lips.
Games? More like sadistic torture to me.
As we move closer to our destination faint screams can be heard from the black abyss down the hall, and they are growing louder. It becomes deafening as we stop in front of a doorway, through which I see angels being tortured, cut into, and their flesh being flayed off.
Their majestic wings are being ripped from their backs and some of them are having their souls devoured. The demons relish in their pain, bathing in their blood and slowly devouring the pieces of flesh they cut and tear off.
The entire time they’re being berated with questions about Heaven, trying to gain any information they can before savagely killing them.
“That’s just a small taste of what we have planned for you,” Lilith whispers to me with lustful excitement in her voice.
Please tell me she’s not getting off on this. I think I might be sick.
Rathor and Lilith continue down the hall, until we reach a door and Lilith opens it.
In the center of the room is a giant X shaped wooden structure.
Throwing me off his shoulder to the floor, Rathor walks over to the structure and loosens all four metal cuffs, and it looks like there is something on them.
With his back turned I shift as Lilith steps over to me and grabs at my legs. “Looks like we got a fighter here,” she says and laughs.
I continue to kick her. “Keep your filthy fucking hands off of me, Lilith,” I bark, then lunge at her throat.
Jumping back just in time, she waves her finger at me, tsking. “Ah-ah-ah. We’re going to have fun with you.” She laughs again, and licks her lips, biting the bottom one. Bile rises up my throat and I swallow down the bitter taste.
Rathor walks back over, grabs me by my neck, and lifts me off the ground. As he squeezes it becomes harder to breathe. I feel Lilith running her hands up my legs, trying to remove my tattered pants.
I continue to fight, but the moment I struggle Rathor takes his right hand and punches me extremely hard in the stomach, which forces me to shift back.
I almost pass out as she removes the pants and cuts my top off with her dagger, leaving me in only a bra and underwear. Rathor turns still holding me off the ground and slams me against the wood.
He holds me there while Lilith clasps the two cuffs at my feet. She then slowly stands, running her dagger up my leg. The scratching, stinging sensation floods my skin as she lightly draws blood.
Running her dagger all the way up to my hip, she cuts my bonds and cuffs my hands to the beams, leaving me in the X position. The cuffs are cold and wet with blood and strange symbols on them. The blood begins to run down my arms as the symbols glow a faint red.
Lilith flaps her wings and seems to hover just above me. She runs her tongue from my elbow to my wrist, enjoying my blood like an aphrodisiac.
“I can taste your fear and nothing is sweeter, those sigils are to prevent you from shifting,” she hums with a lustful moan.
Nothing could have ever prepared me for what they were about to do to me.
I’m sorry, Evander. I wish things could have been different.
RATHOR
TW: IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH TAKE CAUTION.
“Take your time, Lilith, we want this to last,” I whisper to her as I step behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist as her tail coils around my leg. I bite her neck.
“Well then let’s have some fun,” Lilith replies with a sinful moan escaping her blood-stained lips.
Changing my hand, I dig a claw into Frida’s right wrist and slowly run it to her elbow, as she lets out a whimper, wincing in pain. Feeling the blood pour onto my hand my excitement builds.
Just before she heals, Lilith takes her dagger and slides it into her wrist, slowly sliding it around her entire arm as Frida lets out a chilling scream.
“We just started and we already have you screaming. This is going to be so much fun,” I mutter.
Looking at Lilith, she floats up to Frida’s right hand and she slowly begins to separate her skin from her arm in thin one inch strips. Lilith takes the first strip of Frida’s flesh and turns to me, offering. I allow her to feed it to me.
The sweet taste of skin, blood, and the hint of fear mixed with Frida’s screams arouses me.
“You want more, my lovely?” Lilith asks as she slides her bloody hand down my chest and into my pants, grabbing my erection. I moan to the feeling of her slick palm stroking my cock.
“Lets see what else we can taste from her,” I moan lustfully.
As we turn our attention back to Frida I notice her arm’s healing.
“You will tell us everything we want to know about this Evander. If you do, we will kill you quickly, but if you don’t, what just happened is only a small taste of what’s to come.”
“Fuck you, Rathor, you will never get me to talk. No matter what you do to me,” Frida replies through the sobbing and pain.
“Well then, challenge accepted.”
“Where should we start next?” Lilith asks.
“Here,” I say as I dig my claw into her inner thigh right next to her pussy and quickly slash all the way to her knee. I dig both of my hands into the open wound and rip it apart as a deafening scream rings out from Frida.
I hold it open as Lilith leans in and bites a chunk of her thigh off. “Is there anything you want to tell us now, Little Wolf?”
“Go to hell,” Frida snaps through her clenched teeth.
“Already there sweetheart,” I reply. Looking at Lilith I notice the blood dripping from her lips. Grabbing her forcefully, I press my mouth against hers and she responds by slipping her gore and blood covered tongue into my mouth, throwing me into ecstasy.
She then pushes me against Frida, while running her nails down my chest and back to my throbbing cock, grasping it hard. Dropping to her knees, she pulls my cock out and lightly licks, kissing the tip before swallowing me all the way to the base.
“Fuck,” I grunt and without thinking, I dig my claws deep into Frida’s thighs as she screams into my ear.
Reaching up with my right bloody claw, I grab Lilith’s head and force her back down onto my cock as I forcefully begin to fuck her mouth.
Her tail slowly coils around my leg as her hands run up my thighs and she digs her nails into my hips, forcing me to speed up my thrusts.
Losing myself in lust, I fully transform and let out a howl as I force the entirety of my knot into her wanting mouth and erupt. Spasm after spasm overcomes me as I pump my seed down her throat.
I rip my left claw through Frida’s thigh, shredding it to ribbons as I come and the room echoes with my howls and her screams. Fucking perfect.
I release my grip on Lilith as my dick shrinks slightly, allowing my knot to pop free from her mouth and slip back into my sheath.
Standing back up. She gives me a grin. “Well someone was a little excited weren’t they, my big bad wolf? At least I got a doggy treat out of it,” she says as she devilishly licks her lips, tasting me again before glancing at Frida.
“Oh look at the mess you made with our new toy,” she slyly remarks, moving me to the side, gazing at the wounds I inflicted.
“Well let’s see if we can make this all better,” she coos as she closes her eyes and raises her arms. The hooked chains from the wall jet toward Frida and latch into her legs and arms.
The overwhelming smell of blood and lust in the air is so intoxicating, I turn around and bite into Frida’s flesh. Her sweet blood hits my tongue as I bite through her shoulder, ripping a chunk out, almost severing her arm.
Lilith grabs one of the torches in the room and slams it into the gaping wound I just left, cauterizing it, causing Frida to pass out from the pain.
“You went a little too rough with her, my pet, now we need to let her heal so we can keep going. I know you’re hungry, so let’s leave her here for now and go play with her angel friends down the hall,” Lilith suggests, taking my hand.
Nodding, we head out of the room and back toward the screaming angels. Walking into the interrogation room we see about half of the angels we brought are shredded, dismembered, and partly eaten.
All of the demons that are in the room with the corpses and remaining angels were rolling around in the carnage, grinding against each other having a blood orgy. We walk past the fornicating demons to one of the still alive angels.
“Here you go, pet, get your fill,” Lilith whispers, running her hands through my fur.
Turning to the angel a grin crosses my wolfish face. Reaching forward, I grab both of his wings and with one swift motion, rip them from his back.
I take a chunk out of one of them and as the bloody flesh fills my mouth I can’t help myself from biting down harder on his throat.
Feeling the gurgling blood rush through my teeth, hearing his screams get drowned out in blood, I clamp down harder and rip his throat out, exposing his spine as blood erupts from his throat.
Losing myself, I begin devouring the angel. After I’ve gotten my fill and I’ve shifted back, Lilith comes over to me. “You didn’t leave any leftovers.” She pouts.
“How long has it been since we left?” I ask, ignoring her.