Chapter 33 🔞🔞Chapter 33🔞🔞
My gaze lingered on Elena for a beat longer, the flush on her skin a tempting spark I filed away for later. But duty—and the thrill of retribution on behalf of my best friend—pulled me away. I turned without a word, my boots silent on the sticky club floor as I slipped toward the exit, becoming invisible as I walked through the door.
“I will be back before you get off my dear.”
The night air hit me like a slap when I stepped into the alley, cool and laced with the stench of garbage and distant rain. Paul's scent trailed faint but unmistakable: sweat-soaked fear, cheap cologne, and the bitter tang of unhinged rage. My demonic senses locked on, guiding me through the shadows until I reached Paul's rundown apartment block, the kind of place where screams blended into the urban drone.
I didn't knock. I phased through the door and saw that Paul was inside, slumped on the sagging couch, bottle of whiskey clutched in trembling hands. His face was a mess—reddened eyes, snot-streaked cheeks, the earlier ejection from the club still raw in his shattered expression. I could sense lingering magic in the air so I knew that Apollo had already been here. Which begged the question of why he was still alive. I materialized and kicked an empty whiskey bottle in the process.
Paul jerked up, spilling liquor across his stained shirt, his voice a hoarse bark. “What the fuck? Who are you? Get out!”
I responded aloud. My mouth opened before I even noticed, my voice cold commanding him. “Shut your worthless mouth.”
Paul's eyes bulged, his body seizing as if punched from within. He clawed at his head, gasping, but no sound escaped—my powers sealed his throat. The human thrashed, knocking over the bottle, whiskey pooling dark on the threadbare carpet. I advanced, my form towering, muscles coiling under my shirt like forged steel. With a flick of my wrist, chains materialized from the ether—black, icy links forged in hellfire, unbreakable and biting cold. They whipped out, coiling around Paul's wrists and ankles with a metallic hiss, yanking him off the couch and slamming him to the floor on his stomach.
Paul bucked wildly, his screams muffled to guttural wheezes as the chains tightened, digging into flesh, drawing thin lines of blood that welled hot and sticky.
“Please—fuck, let me go! I didn't mean—” But my demonic grip crushed the words, forcing silence. I knelt down, my knee pressing Paul's spine down, grinding bone against the grimy boards until cracks threatened. Paul's struggles were pathetic, his body slick with sweat, shirt riding up to expose pale, quivering ass cheeks. My hand clamped on the back of his neck, fingers like vices, twisting until vertebrae popped in warning.
“You insulted her,” I projected, my cold voice a blade scraping bone. “Threatened what's not yours to touch.” I yanked Paul's pants down in one brutal tug, the fabric ripping at the seams, exposing his bare ass and shriveled cock dangling limp between kicking thighs. Paul whimpered, piss leaking from him, terror, soaking the floor beneath him. My free hand came down hard, palm cracking against the exposed flesh—once, twice, each slap echoing wet and sharp, turning skin from white to angry red welts that split and bled. Paul's body jerked with every impact, his hole clenching involuntarily, a pathetic spasm of fear.
Then suddenly the air shimmered in front of the door, a burst of sulfurous heat ripping through the room. Apollo materialized in a crouch, his dark wings half-unfurled, eyes blazing crimson with fresh sated lust from fucking Adrianna once again. He'd left her sprawled naked on sweat-damp sheets, pussy still twitching around nothing, cum leaking from her stretched hole as she drifted into exhausted sleep. But Paul's stench had called him back, fury reigniting like dry tinder. He grinned, fangs glinting, teleporting closer in a blink, his boot stomping down on Paul's hand, grinding fingers into pulp with a sickening crunch.
“Miss me, preacher boy?” Apollo growled aloud, his voice gravel and smoke. Paul screamed then, the sound raw and tearing, but I released the mental gag just enough to let it out—fuel for their rage. Apollo's hand fisted in Paul's hair, yanking his head back, exposing the throbbing vein in his throat.
“You think you can scream about my girl? Call her a whore for taking a demon cock?” He teleported again, a flicker, and suddenly his thick, ridged demon dick was out, hard and veined, slapping against Paul's tear-streaked face. The head smeared pre-cum across his lips, forcing them to part on a gag.
I watched, my own cock stirring in my pants at the dominance, the raw break of a mortal under demonic will. I shifted, chains rattling as I hauled Paul's hips up, forcing his ass higher. Paul's struggles weakened, body shuddering, but my fingers pried his cheeks apart, exposing the puckered hole. Cold spit from my mouth landed there, slick and mocking, before two thick fingers shoved in without mercy—dry at first, then pumping hard, stretching the tight ring until it burned and tore. Paul howled, bucking futilely, his cock flopping uselessly, dribbling shame onto the floor.
Apollo laughed dark, teleporting to straddle Paul's chest, his weight crushing ribs. He gripped his shaft, forcing the bulbous head past Paul's resisting lips, thrusting deep into his throat. Gagging choked sounds filled the room, Paul's face bulging, tears and saliva mixing with the demon's musk.
“Suck it, you pathetic fuck. Taste what she craves.” Apollo's hips snapped forward, balls slapping chin, fucking the human's mouth like a worthless hole, each plunge choking off air until Paul's eyes rolled back. “Can you still taste her on me?”
I joined the rhythm, my fingers withdrawing only to replace with my cock—thick, unyielding, slamming into Paul's ass in one vicious thrust. The intrusion split him open, blood slicking the way as I pounded relentlessly, my cold strength bruising hips, balls slapping against Paul's with bruising force. Paul's body convulsed, trapped between us, every hole invaded, dominated. Screams turned to broken sobs around Apollo's pistoning dick, the demons' grunts mixing with the wet slaps of flesh on flesh.
We took turns teleporting—Apollo vanishing to ram his cock down Paul's throat anew, me pulling out to let blood drip before plunging back in. Paul's spirit cracked first, mind fracturing under the assault, body going limp as cum and blood smeared his skin. But we didn't stop, driving him to the edge, his whimpers fading to nothing.
Finally, sated in our cruelty, I withdrew, chains dissolving into smoke. Apollo teleported one last time, kicking Paul's ruined form onto its side, cock still leaking pearly strands onto the floor. Paul curled fetal, shattered, his will utterly fucked out of him—body bruised, holes gaping and raw, soul dominated beyond repair. The demons exchanged a nod, my mind brushing Apollo's in silent accord.
“He is truly broken. There is nothing left for him, he will end his own life tonight.” We vanished together, leaving Paul alone in the dark, the night's wrath echoing in his broken breaths, the pull of despair already whispering for an end.