Chapter 81 🔞🔞Chapter 81🔞🔞
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Apollo ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
My lips linger on Levi's, the taste of blood and cum still fresh between us, his body pressed hot against mine in the dim glow of the shattered shrine. The soul bond thrums like a live wire, feeding off our shared rage, twisting it into something darker, hungrier. Michael's chained form twitches in the corner of my eye, his face smeared with Levi's seed, but I ignore the pathetic angel for now. My hand tightens in Levi's hair, pulling him closer as I break the kiss just enough to whisper against his ear, my voice low and gravelly, laced with the ancient fury that's been boiling in my veins for millennia.
"I am going to fuck you until you forget everything but my cock buried deep inside you," I murmur, my tongue flicking out to trace the shell of his ear, hot and teasing. My fingers slide down his back, nails raking over the taut muscles, dipping lower to grip his ass cheeks and spread them roughly. I feel him shudder against me, his breath hitching as I press a finger against his hole, still slick from our earlier frenzy. "You are mine to use, Levi. Every inch of this demon body—I will make it scream for more."
Levi moans desperately, a raw sound that vibrates through the bond, his cock hardening again against my thigh. I tease him mercilessly, my tongue dragging down his neck, biting into the salty skin as my finger pushes inside, curling to stroke that spot that makes his hips buck. He gasps, grinding back onto my hand, his burning eyes locking onto mine with that fierce, vengeful hunger we share. The air reeks of sex and incense, the shrine's holy aura cracked and tainted by our sin, and it only fuels me more. I add a second finger, scissoring him open, drawing out those deep, throaty moans that echo off the stone walls, his body arching into my touch like he can not get enough.
From the chains, Michael's voice cuts through, a curse laced with desperation.
“Apollyon! You bastard—release me! This is not you; that demon's curse is twisting your soul! Let me go, and I will break it. I will take you back, make you whole again." He pleads, his voice cracking, wings fluttering weakly against the iron restraints. "Chain him up instead—fuck me, Apollyon. I have waited 15,000 years for you to return. Do not do this to us!"
I do not even glance his way, my focus solely on Levi as I lick a stripe up his throat, tasting the hellfire in his veins. The soul bond pulses hotter, revenge and lust intertwining like demonic vines, binding us in this dark dance. Michael's words are nothing but noise, a pathetic echo of his obsession. I withdraw my fingers, shoving Levi back just enough to yank at my own pants, freeing my throbbing cock. It is rock-hard, veins bulging, pre-cum beading at the tip from watching Levi wreck the angel. I drop to the floor, the cold stone biting into my ass, but I do not care—I spread my legs wide, gripping my shaft at the base.
"Ride me," I command Levi, my voice a growl that brooks no argument.
He hesitates for a split second, eyes flicking to Michael, but then he is moving, straddling my hips just two feet from the chained angel's face. Perfect view for the feathered fuck to watch his lost love get claimed by a demon. Levi positions himself, his ringed muscles—tight, puckered, and glistening—hovering over my cockhead. He sinks down slowly at first, the head breaching him with a wet pop, and I groan as his heat envelops me inch by inch. Those muscles swallow me down, clenching greedily, pulling me deeper until my balls press against his ass.
Michael's eyes widened, locked on the obscene sight, his cock twitching back to life despite the cum drying on his face. He moans, a broken, needy sound, as Levi starts to move, rising up and slamming back down, my thick shaft disappearing into his ass over and over. The slap of skin fills the shrine, Levi's moans mixing with my grunts, the bond amplifying every sensation—his tight grip, the burn of friction, the way his prostate must be grinding against me with each drop.
"Fuck, yes—take it all," I hiss, hands on Levi's hips, guiding him harder, faster.
I lift him slightly, muscles bulging, then slam him down onto my cock with brutal force, the impact jolting through us both. Levi's head falls back, a desperate cry ripping from his throat as I do it again, pounding up into him from below, my cock spearing deep, hitting that sweet spot relentlessly. Sweat slicks our bodies, the musk of our fucking thick in the air, and Michael's moans grow louder, his chained hands straining as he watches, helpless, his dick fully hard now, leaking onto the floor.
"Apollyon—please!" Michael yells over our ragged breaths, voice hoarse with 15,000 years of pent-up torment. "I can not let you go like this. I will share you with him—fuck, I will do anything! Just unlock me, take me instead. I have waited so long... do not make me watch you give yourself to that demon whore!"
His pleas dissolve into sobs, but they are drowned out by Levi's guttural moans, my own snarls as I thrust up savagely, the soul bond igniting with hellish fire. Revenge tastes like this—Michael's agony, our unbreakable union, the dark fantasy of angels broken and demons triumphant. I will not stop until he is shattered completely, until the only name on his lips is defeat.
Levi's ass clenches tighter around me, his cock bouncing against his abs, pre-cum smearing as I lift and slam him down again, the rhythm punishing, urgent. The shrine trembles with our power, holy ground defiled, and I know this is just the beginning—more vengeance, more sin, waiting to consume us all.