Chapter 50 Chapter 50
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Apollo ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
My laughter tangled with Adrianna's, a raw rumble from my chest that shook my erect cock, pre-cum oozing steadily into my boxers like a leaking faucet. My balls ached, heavy and full, throbbing with every pulse of memory threatening to flood me. The kitchen air hung thick with bacon fat and Adrianna's sharp, musky arousal—her pussy scent hitting me like a teleport straight to my tongue, making my asshole clench around nothing, craving her drill dildo again. But as Elena's words landed—'twisted demon romance shit'—the humor cracked open the vault in my mind, exile slamming back like chains yanking my soul raw.
I leaned against the counter, red eyes glazing over, cock jerking hard as visions hit: kicked from heaven's gates, Lucifer's sneer burning hotter than hellfire. My body—flesh forged in divine fire—shattered under angelic blades, ripping apart in sprays of ethereal blood, cock torn from my mid-thrust into some forbidden angel's ass. Soul left floating, trapped in void-black torment, ten thousand years stretching like an endless edging session, no release, just phantom pains of denied fucks, my spectral dick grinding against invisible walls, cum denied in ghostly spurts.
Levi chained across the pit, massive demon frame stretched taut, muscles bulging against iron links that bit deep into his skin, blood trickling down his thighs from where the chains rubbed his asshole raw. I had hovered, invisible, desperate to wrap around him, to shove my soul-cock into Levi's mouth and suck the pain out, but nobody meant no touch—just watching Levi's cock hang limp, denied, as screams echoed. Craving comfort twisted my core; I needed to feel Levi's heat, pound his ass until we both forgot the agony, but exile left me a ghost, balls blue with unspent rage.
Desperation clawed me; I dove into Levi's mind, possessing the link like teleporting into a tight pussy.
Thoughts projected sharp—”I am here, fuck, I feel you”—whispering through neural fire, soothing Levi's fractured screams. I stroked mental walls, projecting licks along Levi's spine, phantom tongue circling his nipples, dipping to rim his hole with ethereal pressure. Levi's mind bucked, cock twitching in response, pre-cum dripping as my whispers turned filthy: “Imagine my cock splitting you, filling that ass till you beg.” It eased the torment, our bond pulsing like a shared handjob, but never enough—no real cum, no sweat-slick skin slapping.
Then chains snapped, Levi storming to Lucifer, demanding to know why I never got my body back. I watched, fury boiling as Lucifer grinned, horns glinting, offering the choice: restore flesh or exile deeper. Levi accepted fast, voice gravel-rough, cock hardening at the promise of touch.
My soul raged, teleporting mental fury into Levi's skull—”You fucking traitor, binding us to human cunts without my input?”—but it was done.
Blackness swallowed me, and I awoke jolting in Adrianna's body, her one minute born form gasping under my possession, heart pounding like a fresh fuck.
Eyes—her eyes—blinked open in the mirror, my will flooding her veins with my intruding presence. Selfish at first: keep her alive, I need the magic from her. I would nudge her away from dangers— whispering urges to lock doors against her family, then from creeps eyeing her ass. But as years blurred, watching her grow—curves filling out, nipples peaking under shirts, fingers dipping into her own pussy at night—love crept in, twisting my soul. At fifteen, I had felt it spike when she moaned in sleep, hips bucking against dreams; my essence throbbed inside her, jealous of her own touch, aching to manifest and claim that virgin hole myself.
Upset crashed now, cock deflating slightly under the ring's cruel grip, pre-cum turning cold against my skin. I still loved Levi—raw, bone-deep, the kind that made my asshole pulse for Levi's thick dick ramming home, non-con punishment be damned. But Adrianna... fuck, she owned me, her dominance chaining tighter than hell's irons. My gaze flicked to her, lips parting on a silent groan, mind screaming to teleport us away, bury my face in her dripping pussy while confessing every haunting year. Jealousy of myself? Twisted, yeah, but it made my balls tighten, cock swelling back, leaking fresh as dark desires looped: possess her fully, fuck Levi through her, bind them all in endless teleporting orgies of pain and cum.
Adrianna's laughter faded, her eyes sharpening on me, pussy scent spiking as if she sensed my turmoil. Elena shifted, thighs rubbing, nipples hard points begging for a pinch, but my world narrowed to Adrianna—her tits heaving, skirt riding up to flash damp thighs. I wanted to drop, lick her clean, Levi and Elena can watch while I eat her ass, dominance flipping as she commanded.
“Apollo?” Her voice cut through, husky, clit probably throbbing visible under fabric. My throat worked, memories souring my mouth like bitter cum, but love—split, aching—pushed me forward.
“I... remembered it all,” I rasped, voice thick, cock straining painfully. “Exile. The void. Watching you chained, Levi—fuck, I could not touch, could not shove my cock in to make it stop.”
Levi's eyes met mine, cold but flickering heat, bulge twitching in echo. Elena gasped, hand to her mouth, but Adrianna leaned in, her breath hot on my neck, fingers brushing my arm—electric, making my hole flutter.
I spilled more, words tumbling graphic: “Possessed your mind, licked you from inside, projected my tongue in your ass while you screamed.” Levi grunted, shifting, cock outline thickening.
Adrianna's hand slid to my thigh, squeezing, her arousal flooding stronger, pussy lips likely swollen and parting. My mind raced—teleport now? Bind Levi non-con, make him watch as I fucked her raw? But I held: loving her since she was born, protecting her selfishly, falling hard when her body bloomed, yet Levi's pull yanked eternal.
“Fell for her young,” I admitted, eyes on Adrianna, Kept her alive for me... then for her. But you—I have always belonged to you.”
Tension coiled, my cock leaking rivers, asshole begging for invasion. Adrianna's gaze darkened, dominance surging, promising punishment—whips, drills, teleporting chains. Elena watched, breath quick, as my past hung raw, desires twisting into fresh hunger, the kitchen pulsing with unspoken fucks waiting to erupt.