Chapter 64 🔞🔞Chapter 64🔞🔞
A few days had blurred by in a haze of raw fucking and frantic packing, the mansion swallowing us whole like the beast it was. The girls had settled in fast—Elena strutting around in nothing but thongs half the time, Adrianna already plotting her first OnlyFans shoot in this converted basement dungeon. We had teleported them to the club last night and again tonight, my cock throbbing as I watched their asses sway out the door, knowing security had eyes on them but fuck, the temptation to crash the joint and dominate them onstage gnawed at me. Apollo and I had agreed: one of us stays with the girls at all times, but Elena's teasing logic won out.
“Club has got guards, and cams everywhere,” she'd purred, grinding her wet pussy against my thigh. “We will telepathically warn you if there is any shit that happens, and you can be there in a blink.”
“Fine, but we will be doing the drop-offs and pickups personally—no risks to either of you.”
Now, down in the basement, the air thick with the scent of fresh paint and leather straps, Apollo unfurled his massive wings, muscles rippling under his skin as he hooked the sex swing to a reinforced beam overhead. His intense eyes narrowed in concentration, that alpha focus making his cock twitch half-hard against his jeans, oblivious to me stripping silent behind him. My clothes hit the concrete floor in a heap, my swollen ass from our last punishment session still tender, a reminder of the dominance we had traded like brutal currency. But fuck the ache—I was rock-hard, cock leaking pre-cum at the sight of him stretched up, wings spanning wide, ass clenching as he tested the swing's bolts.
I hovered in the air, silent as a shadow, my muscular frame coiled, watching every flex of his back, the way sweat beaded on his neck making his hair stick to his skin. The basement hummed with potential—cameras mounted on tripods and in every corner of the room, lights rigged for raw, public exposure, spreader bars and dildos lined up like weapons for our rough play. Past oaths be damned; Adrianna had released Apollo from that bullshit promise days ago, but the soulmate pull between them burned deeper, demanding I assert control now, pin him and fuck the dominance back into balance.
As Apollo lowered his arms, satisfied grunt escaping his lips, confirming the swing dangled perfect for Elena or Adrianna, their legs would be spread wide for the cameras, I struck. My hands clamped his wrists, yanking them behind his back in a vise grip, slamming his chest against the cool basement wall. He gasped, wings folding tight against his sides, the rough concrete scraping his nipples, no shirt to soften the abuse.
“Fuck, Levi,” he moaned, voice gravelly, body arching instinctively as my hardened cock wedged between his ass cheeks, throbbing hot against the denim barrier.
I ground forward, my swollen shaft sliding up his crack, pre-cum soaking through his jeans, marking him as mine in this dim, echoing space. The dominance surged through me, raw and urgent—public in the sense that any camera flick-on could capture this, broadcast our filthy bond to whoever paid.
“You think you can ignore me, Apollo?” I growled low into his ear, my free hand grabbing his throat, constricting his breath. His muscular chest heaved, pecs flexing under my palm as I pinned him harder, cock pulsing against his hole, demanding entry. “Concentrating on toys while your soulmate's ass throbs from your last beating? It is time to pay up my dear.”
He bucked back, hips grinding desperate against my dick, a low whine tearing from his throat.
“Shit, yes—fuck, make it painful,” he panted, surrendering fully, his intense eyes glazing over as he spread his legs wider, inviting the brutality.
My cockhead nudged insistent at his seam, the fabric barrier teasing the burn I craved to unleash. Wings quivered against my chest, his body hot and yielding, ready for me to strip him bare and pound that tight ass until he screamed new oaths of loyalty.
I released his throat just to yank his jeans down, exposing his firm cheeks, the head of my cock slapping wet against his bare skin. No lube, no mercy—just raw thrust, dominance flooding my veins as I spat on my hand, slicking us both quick and filthy.
“Beg for it, Apollo. I want to hear you beg.” I snarled, fingers digging bruises into his hips, holding him trapped while my tip probed his puckered hole, stretching the rim with urgent pressure.
The basement air thickened with our musk, cameras silent witnesses to this brutal reclaiming, rough play escalating as his moans echoed off the walls.
“Please, Levi—fuck me harder, remind me about who owns this ass for eternity,” Apollo groaned, pushing back, his cock leaking a trail down his thigh, trapped against the wall.
I slammed in, balls-deep in one brutal shove, his hole clenching fire around my girth, tearing a guttural cry from him. The burn hit us both, my swollen ass flexing with each savage pump, but fuck, the control—the way he shattered under me—pulsed power straight to my core. I railed him relentlessly, hips snapping, skin slapping loud in the dungeon, oaths twisting into this eternal, filthy bond.
His wings spasmed, body trembling as I reached around, fisting his dripping cock, jerking rough to match my thrusts.
“This is it, take your punishment,” I hissed, biting his shoulder hard enough to draw blood, the metallic tang mixing with sweat. Elena and Adrianna were at the club, shaking tits for strangers, but telepathic flickers hit me—Elena's playful tease, Adrianna's cunning command. Soon we would haul them back, teleport them into this swing for a gang fuck for the cameras, but now, Apollo was mine. His ass was milking my cock in desperate surrender, the rough dominance building to a shattering peak.