Chapter 48 Chapter 48
My pulse hammered in my ears, the kitchen air thick with the scent of bacon grease and the undercurrent of demonic musk that made my pussy clench and drip against my panties. Levi's words hung there, fractured bonds and eternal hunger twisting in my gut like a fist around my clit. I leaned forward, elbows slamming the table, my tits heaving with each sharp breath, nipples scraping the fabric of my tank top. Apollo's red eyes flicked to her, pleading and hard, his cock straining visibly against his jeans, desperately. Elena sat frozen, thighs rubbing together subtly, her cheeks flushed as if she could taste the raw history Levi spat out.
“What the fuck did Lucifer say about all this?” I demanded, my voice a low growl, dominance flooding my veins like hot cum spilling deep inside.
I wanted to force the rest of the truth from them both, to grab Apollo’s thick neck, force his face between my legs right there, make him lick from my slick folds while Levi watched, bound and throbbing.
“So you two are soulmates, who were punished for rebelling—spill what the devil himself told you about this torment. Every goddamn detail.” My hand twitched toward Apollo's thigh under the table, nails digging in hard enough to draw a hiss from him, his pre-cum scent sharpening the air, making my asshole twitch with the memory of drilling him raw.
Levi's icy gaze locked on mine, unyielding but edged with that submissive hunger I craved to break. He shifted, his massive cock outline bulging obscenely, tenting the denim as if begging for my whip.
“After I told Lucifer everything—what we were forced to endure after the rebellion, how the heavens twisted our bond into this fractured shit—” Levi's voice rumbled deep, each word vibrating through my core, stirring my juices to soak through. I imagined him teleporting me to hell's throne, Lucifer watching as Levi ate me out, tongue plunging while Apollo's chains rattled nearby. “He said it must be just another layer of punishment. No clear end, just endless agony ripping at our souls, cocks denied full release, minds scraping like thorns in a endless fuck.”
Apollo whimpered softly, his body tensing beside me, the sound shooting straight to my throbbing pussy. I squeezed his thigh harder, feeling the muscle jump under my fingers, picturing non-con chains wrapping his wrists again, forcing him to watch Levi dominate me while he jerked his dick futilely. Elena leaned in, breath quickened, her own arousal scent mingling, nipples hard points under her shirt—my mind flashed to including her, making the human bitch rim Apollo's hole while demons pounded.
Levi continued, voice dropping to a gravelly whisper that made my clit pulse.
“Lucifer could not stop what heaven already started—it is locked in, like cum dried in a wound that never heals. But he offered to throw a wrench into their plans, change the game.”
His eyes darkened, flicking to Apollo, who nodded faintly, sweat beading on his brow, his scent of restrained cum heavy. My mind raced, dark plans blooming: if I could control this, bind Apollo tighter, maybe teleport him into my bed eternally, fucking him through rebirths, my pussy owning him in every possible way.
“Two choices,” Levi said, leaning closer, his breath hot across the table, stirring the ache in my core. “First: wait for the punishment to end on its own. If it ever does—and that is a big fucking if. Could drag on another ten thousand years, cocks aching, bonds fraying. And even if it stops, who knows if there is more waiting? Another twist, heavens shoving us deeper into hell's orgy of pain.”
My breath hitched, my free hand sliding under the table to press against my soaked crotch, rubbing subtly as visions hit: Apollo exiled, my chaining his body, of Levi non-con teleporting him back for relentless ass-fucking, dominance eternal.
Apollo's hand brushed mine accidentally—or not—his fingers trembling, begging silently. I yanked it away, but the contact sparked fire in my veins, pussy lips swelling, aching to mount him right there, ride his face until truths poured out with his moans. Elena watched, biting her lip, thighs clenched tight, as if fighting the urge to finger herself under the table.
Levi's voice cut sharper now, urgent. “Second choice: he sends Apollo to the land of the living. He will give him a shot at a new body in twenty-one years. Fresh flesh, reborn from the mortal coil.” Apollo's eyes widened, crimson depths filling with longing, his cock jerking visibly, pre-cum darkening his jeans.
My mind whirled darker, possessive fury mixing with slick heat—I would hunt that new body, have Levi teleport it in, dominate it before he even learned his new name, strap-on plunging into his new virgin demon ass while he begged for me to stop.
“But the downside?” Levi's tone hardened, cold strength cracking just a fraction, his bulge twitching as if the words stroked him. “Two more soulmates. Apollo's new body needs one—magic woven from a human-demon relationship, cum and blood binding it tight. Can not make it without that link, without some mortal human claiming part of him.”
The jealousy hit me like a whip crack on bare skin, my pussy flooding, clit throbbing painfully. No fucking way— I would claim that future soulmate too, force a gang of dominance, non-con chains linking us all, me at the center, cocks and pussies submitting to my relentless rule.
My thoughts spiraled, dark and filthy: teleporting to that rebirth, interrupting the bonding fuck, ramming my fist into the new soulmate's cunt while Apollo's fresh cock slid into her, owning the cycle. Apollo stared at me, vulnerable, his body language screaming submission—ready to kneel, lick my boots, let me punish this possibility out of existence with my mouth on his bulging dick, sucking until he broke.
Elena shifted, whispering, “Holy shit, that is... intense,” her voice breathy, eyes glazed with vicarious heat.
My chest heaved, anger and arousal coiling tight, my hand itching to grab Levi's cock, squeeze until he teleported us all to a private hell for answers extracted through raw, pounding fucks. But the revelation burned, questions piling like unspent cum— I needed more, deeper, my dominance demanding every thrust of truth before I would let Apollo touch me again.