Chapter 82 🔞🔞Chapter 82🔞🔞
Levi's ass clenches around my cock like a vice, hot and slick, pulling me in deeper with every brutal slam. I thrust up harder, my hips snapping with savage force, burying myself to the hilt in his tight heat. The shrine's stone floor grinds into my back, but the burn only sharpens the edge of my rage, channeling it into each pounding stroke. Levi's moans turn to screams, raw and filthy, echoing off the cracked walls as his body jolts above me. His muscles ripple under sweat-slick skin, that demonic strength yielding to my domination, his hole stretching wide around my thick shaft, gripping me like he never wants to let go.
"Fuck, Apollo—yes, harder!" Levi howls, his voice breaking on a gasp, head thrown back as I grind against his prostate, relentless, owning every inch of him.
The soul bond surges between us, a dark pulse of lust and vengeance, amplifying the pain twisting into pleasure. His cock slaps against his abs, leaking pre-cum in sticky ropes, but I do not touch it—let him ache, let him feel the raw power of being taken like this, right in front of the chained angel who has haunted my nightmares for millennia.
Michael's eyes are glued to us, wide with a mix of horror and twisted hunger, his chained body straining against the iron, wings twitching uselessly. Cum still crusts his face, Levi's mark of humiliation, and his own dick throbs hard between his legs, betraying him. He watches my cock disappear into Levi's ass over and over, the wet, obscene sounds filling the air—slaps of flesh, Levi's desperate cries, my guttural snarls. The supernatural fire in my veins burns hotter, revenge tasting like the salt of Levi's sweat on my tongue, our bond a weapon forged in hellish sin.
I fuck Levi deeper, angling my hips to spear him right where it hurts the most, drawing out another scream that rips from his throat. His nails dig into my shoulders, drawing blood that mixes with the sweat dripping down our bodies, the metallic tang sharp in the incense-heavy air. Pain and pleasure blur for him, his demonic resilience cracking under my raw domination, but he pushes back, riding me like a beast in heat, our love fueling the frenzy. This is not just fucking—it is a declaration, a soul-deep claim that Michael can never touch.
Finally, I turn my head, locking eyes with the arch-angel as I slow my thrusts just enough to make Levi whimper in frustration.
"Why the fuck do you think you could ever please me better than this?" I snarl at Michael, slamming up into Levi hard to punctuate the words, making him arch and cry out. "Look at him—taking my cock like he was made for it, screaming for more. You think your pathetic obsession could match this? Why do you believe you could love me more than Levi does? He is burned into my soul, you feathered shit—deeper than your twisted fantasies ever reached."
Michael's face twists, tears mixing with the drying cum on his cheeks, his voice a choked rasp. "Apollyon—Apollo—I have waited, suffered for you! I know your heart, your fire. That demon is poison—I will purge it, love you pure, make you see! Please, let me show you!"
Levi gasps between my thrusts, his body shuddering as I hit his prostate again, voice ragged and breathless.
"This... is your time... to prove... he chose wrong, angel boy," he manages, words punched out with each deep plunge, his eyes flashing hellfire at Michael. "Watch him fuck me... know you will never... have this. Unless… you make a… better argument… than that. "
I grab Levi's neck, fingers digging into the corded muscle, yanking him down until his lips crash into mine in a filthy, bruising kiss. Our tongues tangle, tasting blood and cum, the bond flaring as I thrust up savagely, not breaking rhythm.
Telepathically, I push into his mind, voice a dark growl amid the haze of lust: “It does not matter what that winged fuck says. I will choose you every time, Levi—over him, over hell itself.”
He deepens the kiss, moaning into my mouth as his ass clenches tighter, telepathic reply flooding back hot and wicked: “I know, Apollo. It is just another way to torture him. He will beg and plead. He will come up with every excuse he can think of in hopes of convincing you that there is a chance to steal you away. He will break on it.”
I chuckle against his lips, the sound vibrating through our joined bodies, thrusting harder to make him gasp. “You are truly evil, demon. My perfect evil match.”
The words send a shiver through him, his hole fluttering around my cock, pulling me deeper into that velvet grip. Michael's screams rise, a mix of curses and pleas, his chains rattling as he thrashes, but it is background noise to the thunder of our fucking—the slap of my balls against Levi's ass, the wet squelch of him taking me whole, the symphony of his screams blending with my grunts.
I release Levi's neck, hands sliding to his hips to lift and slam him down, pounding relentlessly, the soul bond igniting with demonic fury. Revenge pulses through us, angels and demons entwined in this dark fantasy, Michael's obsession crumbling under the weight of our unbreakable lust. Levi's cock throbs against my abs, close to spilling, but I hold him there, drawing it out, making him beg silently through the bond for release. The shrine reeks of our sin, holy air fouled by sweat and pre-cum, and I know Michael's watching every second, his madness fracturing further.
"Apollyon! Stop—please, I will do anything you ask just to prove my love to you!" Michael wails, but his voice cracks, dick leaking helplessly onto the stone.
I ignore him, focusing on Levi's trembling form, the way his body yields to mine, love and lust a weapon sharper than any blade. This vengeance is far from over—more pain for the angel, more claiming for us, the bond promising endless nights of sin-soaked retribution.