Chapter 31 🔞🔞Chapter 31🔞🔞
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Apollo ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
My burning eyes locked onto Paul from across the throbbing club, the bass pounding like a heartbeat in the dim haze of strobe lights and sweat-soaked bodies. The human fool stormed through the crowd, veins bulging in his neck as he screamed at Adrianna as soon as he laid eyes on her.
“You're damned, you whore! Taking that demon filth into your bed? I'm here to save you from hellfire! Leave with me, let me save you. He's real—horns, black eyes, crimson skin! He's cursing me, tormenting me!” Paul's voice cut through the music, spittle flying, his self-righteous face twisted in rage.
My fists clenched, dark wings twitching beneath his glamour, a surge of possessive fury igniting in his gut. No one insulted what belonged to me. And Adrianna was mine from the moment she took her first breath. I wanted to rip the bastard's throat out right there, watch the blood spray across the sticky floor. No one threatened her and lived.
Security hauled Paul toward the exit, his kicks and curses echoing as they dragged him out into the night. My lips curled into a savage grin, my hunger sharpening like a blade. The idiot had no idea the wrath I would unleash tonight. Adrianna's hands trembled as she wiped down the bar, her soft curves tense under her tight top, eyes downcast. I felt her vulnerability like a pull on my cock, but the rage simmered hotter, demanding payback.
Hayden, the club owner, leaned over the bar, his steady gaze on Adrianna. “Adrianna, that asshole shook you up. Go home early—take the night off. Get some rest.”
“Thank you.” She nodded, relief flickering in her eyes, but I saw the shadows lingering.
I slid up beside her, my hand possessive on her lower back, heat radiating from my skin."I'll make sure she gets home," I growled low, to where only Elena and Levi could hear, my voice a promise of oblivion.
In the back alley, I pinned Adrianna against the brick wall before we even reached Elena’s car, my mouth crashing onto hers in a bruising kiss. She gasped, her body melting into me, soft tits pressing against my chest.
“Apollo... Paul said…” she whispered, but I silenced her with my tongue, thrusting deep, tasting her fear and need.
“Forget Paul,” I snarled, yanking her skirt up, fingers ripping her panties aside. My cock throbbed hard against my jeans, aching to claim her, to fuck away every trace of doubt.
I teleported us in a blink to our apartment, the world blurring into shadows, dumping her onto the bed. Adrianna bounced once, her legs splaying wide, pussy already glistening under the faint streetlight filtering through the blinds. I stripped fast, my massive cock springing free, veined and thick, pre-cum beading at the tip. I grabbed her thighs, spreading her roughly, and slammed into her wet heat without warning.
“Fuck, I am so glad that you are mine,” I grunted, pounding deep, her walls clenching around my dick like a vice.
Adrianna cried out, nails digging into my shoulders, her body arching as I rutted into her relentlessly.
“Yes—harder, Apollo! Make me forget.” she moaned, her voice breaking, tits bouncing with each brutal thrust. I gripped her hips, bruising her soft skin, fucking her like a beast, my balls slapping against her ass. Sweat slicked their bodies, the room filling with the wet smack of flesh and her whimpers turning to screams. I flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her ass up, and drove back in, deeper, stretching her pussy wide.
“Take it all, you needy slut,” I growled, one hand fisting her hair, pulling her head back as I hammered her cunt.
She shuddered, orgasms ripping through her one after another, her juices soaking my cock, but I didn't stop. My demonic stamina pushed me on, my hips pistoning, fucking her raw until her cries faded to exhausted sobs.
“Can't... too much…” she gasped, body going limp, eyes fluttering shut as sleep claimed her, passed out from the relentless pounding.
Satisfaction burned in my chest, but the vengeance called louder. I pulled out, my cock still hard and slick with her cum, and vanished in a swirl of shadows, teleporting straight to Paul's rundown house on the city's edge. The man sat alone in his dim living room, Bible open, muttering prayers, oblivious.
I materialized behind him, wings unfurling in a rush of heat and brimstone.
“You have lived thirty years without believing in anything. Do you think that your newly found religion will save you from me?”
Paul spun, eyes widening in terror. “Demon! Stay back—”
I lunged, slamming Paul against the wall, claws digging into his throat.
“You dared to think that you could insult what's mine,” I hissed, voice like grinding gravel. I forced visions into Paul's mind—making him relive his hellish childhood, nightmares of hellfire licking his skin, his parents face twisted in eternal torment beside him, because of him. Paul thrashed, screaming, but I pinned him down, ripping at his shirt, exposing the coward's trembling body. I didn't fuck him—no, this was purer agony. Claws raked shallow gashes across Paul's chest, blood welling hot, while illusions of writhing serpents burrowed into his flesh played out in his breaking mind.
Paul begged, piss staining his pants, but I whispered promises of endless suffering, teleporting glimpses of Adrianna's bliss with me into his tormented mind, twisting the knife.
“She'll never be yours. You'll rot alone.” The man's will shattered, eyes glazing as he clawed for the kitchen knife on the table. I released him just enough, watching with cold glee as Paul drove the blade into his own neck, blood gushing in rhythmic spurts, body convulsing on the floor.
Moments later Paul’s eyes opened and his tears started to fall, he had finally realized that I healed all his wounds, just so I could torture him all over again. I would not let him get off this easily.
But Adrianna waited, and my hunger for her burned anew…so I put him to sleep and wiped his memory, placed him on the couch with a whisky in his hand, so when he awakens he will believe this was all a dream. I knew that I could come later and finish the job, but Adrianna took priority.