146. Violette
VIOLETTE
THE NEXT MORNING - OURINESSA
“Istill find this deeply unsettling.” Two large, warm hands slide over the small of my back as Lazarus and Azrael come to stand at my side while I frown up at my own effigy.
High up on towering scaffolding, a sculptor chisels away at marble to uncover my face.
Azrael presses the top of my head. “You’ll get used to it.
” It’s been a year and still the artists haven’t finished replacing the statues of Persephone.
My suggestion had been to just leave them there, or not have statues at all.
Shaking my head, I groan. “Anyone who comes to visit is going to think I’m a megalomaniac.
” Levi chuckles behind me as he strides into the room.
“First of all, the only visitors we have are people who know better, and secondly, when did you start caring what other people think?”
Huffing, I turn back towards my laboratory which is blessedly absent of sculptures, only for Levi to sweep me off my feet and begin hauling me back to the bedroom. Physical protest would be futile, so I allow myself to sag in his arms. “Excuse me, I have work to do! Responsibilities–”
His eyes dip to mine as a devilish grin curls his lips. “You certainly do.”
The moment we cross the threshold of our bedroom he locks the door behind us.
Lazarus and Azrael are already waiting. The latter of which is holding a familiar blue coil of enchanted rope.
I decide that physical protest might be wise afterall.
Levi promptly tosses me on his shoulder, and rewards me with a firm smack on my bum.
“The only work you’ll be doing today is celebrating our anniversary. ”
Gasp.
All resistance evaporates to be replaced by a tendril of guilt. We’d mutually decided that the day we got Azrael back from Persephone and Mors would be the date we would celebrate our union.
“Sacred fuck.”
Azrael crawls onto our bed—custom made to fit all four of us—to lean back against the headboard. “It will be.”
Levi gingerly lays me in Azrael’s arms only for enchanted rope to slither over my body and anchor my wrists to the bedposts. In the next moment my nightgown is willed away from my body. Lazarus lets at a soft growl that’s directed at Levi. “We discussed this.”
Levi gives him a challenging grin. “Oops.”
Azrael nuzzles my neck with his nose before pressing a kiss to the side of my throat, and making my nipples prick in response. “Are you alright, seraphim? Are the binds too tight?”
Arousal is already winding through me. I shake my head. “I’m sorry I forgot our anniversary.”
He gives a soft hum as his hands cup my breasts to tease their peaks. “How sorry? Are you prepared to beg for forgiveness?”
Levi and Lazarus crawl onto the bed, kneeling side-by-side between my splayed legs, wearing twin grins. The brightness of anticipation sparks in my chest even as I muster a haughty look. “I do not beg.”
Azrael’s lips part in a grin against my throat as his fangs tease the sensitive spot. “Is that so?”
Levi lowers to bow between my legs, bringing his mouth to within inches of my core. “I wouldn’t be so certain, pet.”
Lazarus’ gaze darkens as his eyes rake over me before capturing mine. “Soon you’ll be grovelling, sweet seraphim.”
My hips shift despite my determination not to writhe.
To not seek out the handsome mouth decorating my inner thighs with nips and kisses.
Lazarus bends to meet Levi at my center.
I hold my breath as I watch from my bound position on Azrael’s chest as Levi and Lazarus’ lips make their way to my entrance.
They each slide an arm under my thighs to lie on their sides.
It gives me a perfect view of their cocks, already engorged and dribbling pre-cum, pressing together.
Using the flat of their tongues, they lap up my arousal in unison and intermittently suck, nip, and kiss at each other’s lips before administering the same to my folds.
Oh my fucking gods.
The sight draws a needy whimper from me as my core clenches and my hips rock. Not once have they touched my clit, or breached my entrance.
Azrael gives a low, knowing chuckle. “How are you this desperate already, Violette?”
Fuck, yes.
The words come out breathy, even as I continue to writhe. “How fucking dare you… I am perfectly composed.”
The males between my thighs look up at me from their ministrations. Lazarus rises and Levi grins as he finally sucks my clit between his lips and releases it with a soft pop.
The action liberates a pitiful whimper. “Gods–fuck.”
A low hum of pleasure resonates from Azreal’s chest. “You’re the height of poise, clearly.
” He punctuates the statement by giving my nipple a firm pinch, and thus, stealing another needy cry from me.
His length is a hot brand behind me and I yearn to grasp it.
The rope around my wrists tightens when I try.
Azrael tsks, loosening them a bit for me.
Fisting his length in one hand, Lazarus thrusts the tip over my clit—and into Levi’s mouth.
What’s that noise?
Who’s whining?
Hellish fuck, it’s me.
Lazarus’ thrusts are slow and deliberate as the underside of his cock glides over my clit.
With each stroke, Levi sucks his crown only for him to withdraw.
My hips gather a steady rhythm in sync with their efforts until Laz summons a ball of spit that lands directly on my clit.
He uses the crown of his dick to spread it over me only for Levi lick it up when he suckles and teases my needy pearl.
Lazarus growls at the sight. “Fuck, yes, lick it all up.”
Another ball of spit drops from Laz’s mouth, this time into Levi’s awaiting mouth only for him to spit it onto my pussy and rub it in with his tongue and fingers. Laz groans, gripping Levi’s hair—now long enough for a proper fistful—to guide his efforts. “Such a good fucking sub, aren’t you?”
Levi nods against me even as his lips wrap around my clit once more and he sucks only briefly so that he can respond with a gravelled, “Yes, sir.”
Oh my fucking gods, I love it when they do this.
It’s scarcely been over a minute has passed and already my body is trembling with need for release. Laz’s gaze lifts to mine. “Ready to start grovelling?”
Defiance sharpens my tone even as my hips rise to seek his cock.
“Fuck—”
Oh, gods, yes, just there.
“You.”
Levi gives a dark chuckle and administers a slap directly to my clit as Lazarus withdraws. “Behave, mia rovina.”
The absence of his touch makes the needy bud throb in protest.
Azrael lifts me further up his body. “Shall we see how composed you can be when I slide my cock in your ass, seraphim?”
My breath catches in my chest.
Lazarus briefly wills a bottle of lubrication into his hand and begins to drizzle it over my pussy until it drips between the cleft of my ass, and on to Azrael’s cock.
Levi begins to stroke Azrael’s length beneath me. “You like that, princess?”
Azrael’s laughter is made breathy with his arousal. “If you wanted to be tied up and fucked too, all you had to do was ask.”
Levi’s lids lower. “Would you like your punishment now or later?”
Before he can reply, the hand working Azrael shifts to caress his balls, lower to tease the tight ring of flesh below. Azrael moans beneath me; the sound turning ragged in a way that tells me Levi’s finger is working some magic against his prostate.
Lazarus shifts to kneel beside my face, but angles his cock towards the bed. The look on his face softens as he cradles my jaw with his free hand.
“Be a good girl for me, seraphim.”
I find myself nodding despite the rebellion inside me. “Yes, sir.”
His gaze searches mine, eyes shining with adoration. “Would you like to cum?”
I’m not used to asking for things. I’m used to taking them.
Yet, I crave these moments where I can surrender.
Submit.
On occasion.
“Can I taste you first?”
Azrael groans beneath me and I glance down to find Azrael leaking cum as Levi milks his prostate. Laz guides my gaze back to his. “Eyes on me, Violette.” His thumb caresses my bottom lip. “You want my cock?”
“Yes, sir… please.”
Using his free hand, Levi’s thumb slicks over my entrance before circling the hood of my clit. My tail coils around his thigh as if to clutch him to me as I give another needy sound.
“Please, please, please.”
With a deep hum of approval, Lazarus strokes my hair back from my perspiring brow. “Again.”
I don’t hesitate despite the heating of my cheeks. “Please, I’ll do anything. Please, sir.”
My breath stills as Levi positions Azrael’s cock at my rear. As if to reward me, Azrael presses against my puckered hole, drawing another whimper out of me.
Levi shifts to position himself at my pussy. Nudges his crown at my entrance, making me clench around him. “Such a good fucking girl when you want to be, aren’t you?”
He shallows my entrance, as I adjust to his girth. Reverent eyes lift to mine.
“You’re so beautiful when you beg, mia rovina.”
Levi braces himself on one arm to lower his mouth to mine, capturing my lips with a kiss as hungry as it is tender. “But even more so when you command.”
A keening, breathy moan rises when he slides all the way into the hilt. Azrael eases his way deeper inside me as he murmurs my praise. “So beautiful… So perfect... So fucking ours.”
Lazarus’ gaze burns as he watches me gradually come undone.
As Levi rises and leans back, syncing his strokes to Azrael’s as they stretch me and fill me.
As Levi caresses my clit.
As Azrael drags his fangs over my shoulder, hungry for more than just my body, and in need of my blood and the magic within—and how consuming it draws us that much closer.
Pleading eyes lift to Lazarus as my orgasm begins to rise. “I need you, too, anima mea.”
His expression softens. “You have me always.”
I guide him to mouth, parting my lips to welcome his crown, and press my tongue against his frenulum as I suck, and begin to work his length with my hands.
Lazarus groans as he watches me with a rapturous look on his face, caressing my jaw as I struggle to take all of him.
It doesn’t take long for his restraint to wane, and for him to fist my hair so he can fuck my throat.
Saliva leaks from the corners of my mouth; tears from the corners of my eyes.
Azrael’s grip on my waist tightens as he growls beneath me. “So fucking tight.”
He cries out, shuddering at the sudden intrusion of my tail, having uncoiled it from Levi’s thigh.
“Godsdamnit.” His thrusts turn messy as I coax his prostate through his inner wall.
Azrael’s cock thickens further inside of me, and I briefly draw Lazarus from my mouth, spit stretching between us and down my breasts.
The command is intended for Azrael, but I’m holding Lazarus’ gaze as I speak it.
“Come for me, pet.”
Azrael replies with a helpless sound of surrender he clenches around my tail and a few moments later his cock begins to pulse inside of me. “Fuck, seraphim…”
I clench around him as the orgasm I’m trying to suppress demands release.
Sweat slicks down Levi’s chest as he meets my gaze, stealing languorous, firm strokes inside of me. His cock hardens further. “You belong to us, salvatrice.”
Savior.
The continuous keening cry spilling from me is a sound that only they have ever managed to inspire.
Levi groans, head tipping back in ecstasy before his gaze returns to mine.
The sound of his thrusts turn sloppy as cum begins to leak out of me—both puckered hole and pussy.
My body arches as my own climax finally bursts free, rising from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head as my hand continues to milk Lazarus’ cock.
He chest heaves and his stuttering hips thrust in counter to my strokes.
I present my tongue and breasts in offering just as his length pluses.
Ropes of cum splatter my tongue, cheeks, and chest before I suck the rest from his crown, and gently stroke over his shaft.
His gaze never leaves mine as I do, and the emotion in his eyes is a mirror to my own. “Even in death…”
Some might consider it a strange macabre thing to mention death in bed. Even stranger to use it to express one’s love.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Tears burn my eyes at the memory and all that we’ve been through over this past year.
Tears of gratitude for this.
For our love.
For everything that we’ve survived.
For all that we will continue to survive together.
I nod in affirmation. “Even in death.”