Chapter 56 🔞🔞Chapter 56🔞🔞
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Levi ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
My body jerked violently as the electric dildo pulsed harder inside my raw ass, the shocks ripping through my stretched hole like fire, making my muscles clench and spasm around the ribbed silicone that shocked and vibrated deep within me. Sweat poured down my broad shoulders, my wrists and ankles ached form the way I was locked tight in the spreader bar, holding me splayed on the couch like a fucking offering. Every zap hit my prostate, forcing my trapped cock to throb uselessly against the cock ring, pre-cum oozing in thick streams down my balls, but no relief—just agony mixed with that twisted ache for more. I could not look away, eyes locked on Apollo, the love of my existence, the very man who owned me, body and soul, bending Elena over the coffee table now, his muscular hips slamming forward, cock pistoning into her tight pussy with brutal force. Her slim body jolted with each thrust, dark hair whipping as she moaned, begging for more, into Adrianna's dripping cunt.
But it was Apollo I watched—he looked ethereal even at this moment, especially at this moment. His dark hair was matted from sweat, his intense eyes narrowed in dominance,—that thick dick that I loved so much was stretching Elena wide, slick with her juices, veins bulging as he fucked her raw.
The wet slaps echoed, louder than the buzz in my ass, and I did deserve this—every shock, the hits, every denied orgasm, every twitch of my cock.
Regret flooded me for hurting him, for not even asking his input before I made that choice. I dragged him into this mess without a word. I had provoked it all, cocky as always, thinking I could control the chaos, thinking that he would immediately come back to me. But now here I was, broken and exposed in front of everyone, public humiliation burning hotter than the electricity frying my insides.
Yet I could not bring myself to regret the choice itself. Because of it, I got my soulmate back—Apollyon The Destroyer, and he was bound to me, our bond deeper than the pits of hell itself. But in the process, we both gained extra soulmates in the girls, at least for as long as they lived. Adrianna's curvy form writhed on the chair, her brown hair tossed back, her confident smirks turning to gasps as Elena's tongue worked her over, but it was a temporary fire compared to what Apollo and I had. We are what they call immortal soulmates, it has been etched in blood and stone since our teenage years. Back then, we had learned that neither of us had a destined match—no glowing marks, no pull from the ether like the stories described. But the moment our paths crossed we fell, and fell hard and our love hit harder, profound and raw, so we did the ritual ourselves: knives to palms, palms to stone, blood magic that compelled the gods to listen. We made vows under the full moon that very night, binding our souls for eternity. If one died, we would both die and find each other in the next life, reincarnated and whole again. No matter how many centuries that we lived, we refused to be parted. No matter how many more centuries that we live on, we will continue to love each other. We refuse to let our love die.
The dildo zapped sharper, yanking a guttural scream from my throat, voice hoarse from hours of torment, my ass clenching so tight it hurt, tears streaming down my face—not from the pain, but the weight of it all crashing in. I ached to prove my loyalty, to show Apollo I was his, body and soul. That I would still stay by his side, to prove that I still love him, even through this punishment. To prove that I will continue to find him in every for eternity.
Silently, I begged him inside my head—“Fuck, Apollo, my love. I want you to punish me harder. Make it hurt so I remember. So that I will never make this mistake again.”
“I will make sure that you never forget this lesson.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
My cock leaked more, the ring biting into the base, keeping me painfully swollen as I watched him grind deeper into Elena, her pussy squirting around his shaft, soaking his balls and leaking down her thighs. Adrianna's moans peaked, her thick thighs clamping Elena's head, and I knew she was close, flooding that teasing mouth.
Apollo grunted, his dominance flaring as he grabbed Elena's hips tighter, pounding her like he wanted to break her, break me. But his eyes flicked to me—intense, possessive, promising more rough play just for us, for me. The public eyes on me, the girls' flirty chaos, it all amplified his dominance, his control, my vulnerable spot exposed, trembling under his gaze upon me.
I squirmed in the restraints, ass burning from the pulses, craving his cock instead of this toy, the oath I had broken and remade was hanging heavy. Regret twisted with need—I would take every zap, every denied orgasm, every hit from his hand to earn back his trust so I will be worthy of our eternal bond, our souls tangled forever in this filthy, urgent mess.
Elena came hard then, her body shaking, pussy clenching silently around Apollo's thrusting dick, her cries muffled into Adrianna's folds. Adrianna followed, grinding down with a bold shout, juices smearing Elena's face as her orgasm hit, curvy body arching in the chair. Apollo did not stop, hips snapping faster chasing his own orgasm, his muscular frame glistening, but he slowed just enough to crank the dildo's remote higher—another shock wave hit me, my vision blurring, body jerking wild as my prostate was abused.
“I deserve this,” I whimpered to myself, tears hot on my cheeks, cock throbbing in agony.
The room spun with the smell of sex—sweat, cum, the sharp tang of electricity—and I locked eyes with him again, silently pleading for the brutality to turn back to me, our immortal promise demanding I submit fully, no matter the cost.