Chapter 73 🔞🔞Chapter 73🔞🔞
Chapter 73 🔞🔞Chapter 73🔞🔞
My cock throbbed one last time inside Apollo's ass, pumping the final thick ropes of cum deep into him as his body shuddered, his own release dripping from my fingers onto the cracked floor. The air reeked of sweat, blood, and sex—our brutal fuck had drained the excess fury from his veins, leaving him slumped against the wall, chest heaving, his divine heat cooling against my infernal skin. I pulled out with a wet pop, watching my seed leak from his stretched hole, marking him as mine in this twisted pact. Apollo's eyes met mine, no longer wild with blind rage but sharpened, focused, the primal lust sated enough to let strategy seep in.
“Fuck,” he rasped, voice hoarse from growls and moans, his muscular frame trembling as I steadied him.
Blood streaked his neck where I had bitten, mirroring the gouges on my back, but the soul bond's echo hummed between us—Adrianna's faint pull reminding us why we had rutted like beasts. I grabbed his arm, hauling him up, his weight heavy but familiar after eons of shared torment.
Elena stood frozen in the corner, her cheeks flushed, nipples hard against her shirt from watching our savage clash. Her eyes flicked to the mess between Apollo's legs, then to my still-hard dick, slick with cum and his ass's grip.
“You two... that was insane,” she muttered, voice thick with unwanted arousal, but she shook it off, stepping forward. “Now what? We can not just—”
I cut her off with a nod, my hand shooting out to grip hers, fingers sticky with Apollo's load.
“Mansion. Now.” Power surged through me, hellfire coiling in my gut, and the room blurred in a rip of teleportation—reality folding like scorched paper. We landed in the grand hall of the old estate, shadows dancing from eternal candles, the air cooler, less charged with violence.
Apollo staggered, legs weak from the pounding I had given him, so I lifted him effortlessly, slinging his massive body over my shoulder like a conquered warrior. He grunted but did not fight, his cock softening against my back as I carried him to the couch, dumping him down gently.
“Breathe, babe. Let it settle.”
I pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart thunder slow under my palm, the divine fury ebbing into calculated hate. His eyes cleared, locking on mine with a nod—our violent union had forged something unbreakable, lust and revenge intertwined.
Elena swayed nearby, her energy draining from the adrenaline leaving her hard face pale.
“I... need to sit,” she said, collapsing into a chair.
I moved to the kitchen, grabbing a hunk of bread and cheese from the pantry—simple shit to ground her.
“Eat,” I ordered, shoving it into her hands. She glared but tore into it, chewing fast, color returning to her cheeks as strength rebuilt. “Good. Stay here, both of you. I will make sure the wards are still up before I leave to handle the rest.”
Apollo sat up, wincing as his ass clenched around the remnants of my cum.
“Do not fuck this up, Levi. We go after that feathered prick together.”
I smirked, the taste of his blood still on my tongue.
“I would not dream of leaving you behind my love.”
Alone now, I focused inward, ripping open a portal to hell—sulfur and screams flooding my senses as the veil tore. The drop was instant, heat blasting my skin like a furnace kiss, chains rattling in the distance. Lucifer's throne room loomed, obsidian walls pulsing with infernal light, and there he sat—horns curling like crowns, eyes glowing crimson, his massive form lounging on bones and brimstone.
“Levi,” he drawled, voice like gravel over silk, but his gaze sharpened as he scented the blood and sex on me. “You reek of sex and desperation. What is the play?”
I dropped to one knee, not out of fear but respect—the devil was still an arch-angel at his core, fallen but potent.
“Lucifer, I need your help. Adrianna is gone. Snatched by an arch-angel. The blood spell shattered, soul bond blocked. Only one of your kind could pull that off.”
My voice cracked with urgency, fists clenching at the memory of Apollo's rage, our shared fuck still echoing in my sore muscles.
His laugh boomed, but it twisted into a snarl, wings—tattered but vast—flaring behind him. Rage erupted like hell's core cracking open; the ground trembled, flames licking up the walls.
“Those self-righteous pricks. Touching what is ours?”
He knew—had cared for Apollo and me during our 10,000-year punishment, forging bonds in the pits. He'd rebelled against heaven for love, cast down for daring to fuck who he wanted, separated from his own soul-tied mate. The pain mirrored ours, fueling his fury.
“Who? That smug bastard Michael?”
I nodded, suspicion confirmed. “Yeah. The one Apollo's grudge burns hottest for. 15,000 years, and he pulls this now. Took her to the heavens, I bet. We can not track him without you.”
Lucifer rose, towering, his cock twitching under his robes from the raw anger—hellish lust always simmered beneath.
“Begging the devil for heavenly access? Poetic.” He paced, claws scraping stone, eyes blazing. “I will help. Track that overgrown pigeon? Easy. Draw him out or punch a hole to paradise—your call. But when you de-feather him, make it slow. Rip each one, salt the wounds, then drag his ass here. I will lock him in the deepest pit, let the demons fuck his halo raw.”
Relief hit me like a cool shadow, but the soul bond tugged harder—Adrianna's fear was a distant scream. Lucifer's power hummed, ancient and unchained, weaving a tracking spell that burned into my veins, a hellfire beacon to pierce the divine veil.
“It is done,” he growled, slamming a fist that cracked the throne. “Go. Get Apollo’s woman. And Levi—tell Apollo I owe him a drink after we paint heaven red.”
I stood, the weight of his aid settling like chains of promise. But as the portal yawned back to the mansion, Michael's shadow loomed larger, his angelic cockiness about to meet our demonic wrath—and whatever twisted fate awaited Adrianna in those gilded cages.