Chapter 59 Chapter 59
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Elena ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
I stirred slowly, my body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that comes after a night of raw, unrelenting fucking. My eyes fluttered open to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of Adrianna's bedroom, and for a split second, confusion hit me—how the hell did I end up here? The last thing I remembered was the chaos in the living room: Apollo's thick cock slamming into me, stretching my pussy wide with those brutal thrusts, of Adrianna grinding her wet slit against my thigh while I rode Apollo’s face, of Levi twitching helplessly with that electric dildo buzzing in his swollen ass. Apollo finally granting Levi relief from the spreader bar before getting fucked by Levi’s thick cock. Eventually we had all collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap, but sometime after, darkness had claimed me. Now, I was tangled in silk sheets, my slim frame pressed against Adrianna's curvy one. The men must have brought us in here before doing whatever it was that demons did.
I tried to stretch, but my right arm would not budge. It was pinned under her head, her chestnut curls spilling across my skin, her full breasts rising and falling with each peaceful breath. She looked so fucking serene like this—lips slightly parted, lashes fanned out, that cunning smirk she always wore was now replaced by something soft and vulnerable. My heart did a little flip, heat pooling low in my belly. God, I had always thought she was hot, with those seductive hips and teasing eyes, but asleep? She had this peaceful charm that made me want to trace my fingers over her freckled skin, wake her up and find that my tongue is buried in her pussy. The urge to lean in and kiss her hit hard, soft and slow, tasting her morning breath mixed with last night's lust. But I held back, not wanting to shatter the quiet. Let her rest; we both had earned it after all that dominance and rough play.
Where were the guys? The thought nagged as I lay there, my free hand itching to slide between my thighs, feel the sticky remnants of Apollo's cum still leaking from my sore hole.
Then, Levi's voice echoed in my head, clear and telepathic, cutting through the haze: “Morning, Elena. I made a run to the cafe up the street—getting breakfast for everyone. Bagels, coffee, the works. Apollo stayed back to keep watch, making sure you two were protected. Not that we expect any trouble, but better to be safe than sorry.”
Relief washed over me, mixed with a smirk. Levi, ever the cocky one, playing errand boy after getting his ass wrecked. I could picture Apollo's muscular frame standing guard, his intense eyes scanning for threats, cock probably still half-hard from the night's promises renewed.
“Sounds perfect,” I thought back to Levi, keeping it light. “I am gonna jump in the shower. Let me know when you get back. Oh, and since I can not reach Apollo telepathically, ask him to run next door and grab me some clean clothes? Just toss them on top of the toilet—something simple, panties, shirt, pants. It does not even have to match. Just something clean for me to wear.”
“On it,” Levi replied, a hint of amusement in his mental tone, like he knew I was naked and aching under the sheets.
Carefully, I eased my arm out from under Adrianna, her head lolling slightly but not waking. She mumbled something soft, her arm draping over my waist in her sleep, pulling me closer. Fuck, the contact sent a spark straight to my clit—her warm skin against mine, nipples brushing my back. I bit my lip, resisting the temptation to grind against her hand, slip her fingers into my slick folds. Instead, I slipped out of bed, sliding the body pillow in her arms so she could hug it, feet padding quietly across the cool floor to the adjoining bathroom. The door clicked shut behind me, and I twisted the shower knob, steam rising fast as hot water cascaded down.
I stepped under the spray, letting it pound my skin, washing away the dried cum flaking from my thighs, the ache in my pussy from Apollo's relentless pounding. My mind swirled with everything from yesterday—the wild public sex in the living room, bodies slamming together without restraint, oaths broken and remade in the heat of dominance. Apollo had stripped Levi bare, straddling him on the couch, that flyswatter cracking against his ass until it swelled red and raw. Levi's screams had turned to begs, his hole stretched around fingers, then that inflatable dildo pumping him full, hitting his prostate until he leaked pre-cum like a faucet. And me? Kneeling between Adrianna's legs, tongue lapping her dripping pussy while Apollo railed me from behind, his balls slapping my clit with every thrust.
But amidst the rough play, something deeper had clicked. Learning that Adrianna and I were soulmates—bound like Apollo and Levi, eternal threads weaving through lifetimes. It warmed my chest, a soft glow cutting through the post-fuck haze. I had felt it last night, when she came on my face, her juices flooding my mouth, our eyes locking in that flirty, bold connection.
Soulmates.
Fuck, it made my heart race, my nipples hardening under the water as I soaped my breasts, thumbs circling the peaks. We would tease and fuck our way through it, public or private, her cunning dominance matching my playful hunger.
My thoughts drifted back to her, sleeping so peacefully in the bed. That charm she had—seductive awake, but vulnerable now, like she trusted me to see her unguarded. A new deep connection bloomed in me, making my pussy throb with fresh need. I wanted to crawl back in, wake her with my fingers knuckle-deep in her ass, make her moan my name while the guys watched. But breakfast was coming, and Apollo and Levi’s protection meant more rounds of rough, urgent fucking ahead. The soulmate bond pulsed, promising endless nights of dominance, promises kept in sweat and cum. I rinsed off, skin tingling, already craving the next touch, the next thrust that would bind us tighter.