Chapter 75 🔞🔞Chapter 75🔞🔞
Chapter 75 🔞🔞Chapter 75🔞🔞
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Apollo ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
The hellish corridors of Lucifer's domain still reek of sulfur and brimstone as Levi and I step through the final veil, his body thrumming with the dark power he lent him—a temporary rift in the angelic wards, courtesy of the devil's own fury. Michael's stench clings to the air like rot, but we have got his location now, that pompous fucker's shrine pulsing with false light. We slip through the shadows, silent as death, my claws retracted but ready to tear. The soul bond yanks at both of our cores, a savage pull toward Adrianna, her defiance echoing in our blood like a war drum. Two days she has been caged, and every second fuels the demon in me to rip feathers and spill holy blood.
The door to the shrine is a joke—glowing runes that fizzle out under Levi’s touch, Lucifer's gift burning them to ash. I push it open, the incense hitting me like a slap, thick and cloying, mixing with the sharp tang of her sweat and fear. There she is, chained to the wall, her shirt torn and clinging to her curves, breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Her eyes snap to mine, wide with shock that melts into feral hunger.
“Apollo,” she whispers, voice hoarse from screaming, chains rattling as she strains toward me.
I cross the room in a blur, my fingers tracing the cold, biting chains that wrap her wrists and ankles, the metal etched with angelic script that scorches my skin on contact. But I do not give a fuck—the pain sharpens my rage. She's trembling, her thighs slick with need, the soul bond flaring hot between us, demanding I claim her right here, right now.
“I have got you, my little hellcat,” I growl low, my hand sliding down her body, rough palm scraping over her hardened nipples through the thin fabric. I yank the shift aside, exposing her pussy, swollen and aching, lips glistening in the dim light.
My fingers slip between the chains at her thighs, the links cold against her hot skin, and I tease her aching cunt, parting those wet folds with two thick digits. She gasps, hips bucking, the chains clinking like a perverse rhythm.
“Fuck, Apollo... touch me harder,” she moans, her voice a mix of fury and desperation, eyes blazing with the same vengeance burning in my veins. I circle her clit, slow at first, then pinching it roughly, feeling her juices coat my fingers as she soaks the metal links. The soul bond surges, a brutal hunger ripping through me, making my cock throb painfully against my pants, demanding I bury it deep in her to seal our connection against this heavenly bullshit.
Her trembling need and fury ignite it all—our soul bond's brutal hunger explodes like hellfire, wrapping around us, amplifying every touch, every ragged breath. I plunge two fingers inside her tight pussy, curling them to hit that spot that makes her scream, the wet squelch echoing off the marble walls.
“These chains will not hold you much longer,” I whisper against her ear, my breath hot on her skin, dark promises spilling out like venom. “We are here to rescue you, Adrianna. We will slaughter that feathered prick Michael, rip his wings off and fuck on his corpse. Your rage is mine now—we will burn these angels to ash, drown them in our cum and blood.”
She clenches around my fingers, her body arching, fury twisting her pretty face into something savage, matching my demonic soul.
I press my lips to her neck, tasting the salt of her fear and the sweet tang of lust, my tongue lapping at her pulse point where the bond thrums strongest. She shudders, moaning low, her free hand—wait, no, both wrists chained, but she twists, nails scraping my arm as best she can. I bite down, hard enough to draw blood, the coppery flood mixing with her arousal, fueling the vengeance coiling in my gut. My cock grinds against her thigh through my clothes, leaking pre-cum, the friction not enough—I need to fuck her raw, claim her to shatter these wards for good.
“Tell me what that servant said,” I demand between sucks on her skin, my fingers pumping faster, thumb grinding her clit until her thighs quake. “We saw him leave just as we got here.”
“This shrine and that painting... it is tied to your past,”' she pants, voice breaking on a whimper as I add a third finger, stretching her dripping cunt. “He wants to break our bond, purify you or some shit. Says I am the key to bringing you back to the heavens.”
Her words stoke the fire—revenge tastes like her pussy clenching around me, like the promise of Levi’s brutal strength joining us to tear this place apart. I pull my fingers free, slick with her essence, and shove them into her mouth, making her taste herself.
“Suck,” I command, and she does, tongue swirling hungrily, eyes locked on mine with that defiant spark.
Together, we plan the violent escape, Levi’s free hands working the chains, demonic power seeping into the links, weakening the runes.
“When you snap these, I want you to grab her and teleport her to the mansion.” I murmur, to Levi.
“Then I will come back and we find Michael, chain him down, and make him watch as I I fuck you on his altar. We then rip his wings out and hand him over to Lucifer.”
I nod, fury gleaming, I could feel Adrianna’s body pressing into mine, pussy grinding against my hand for more friction. The soul bond pulses, dark and unbreakable, weaving our lust into a weapon—supernatural fury that will shatter her captors, burn the angels to screaming husks. But the door rattles faintly—time's short. I need to get her out, get her filled with my cock and Levi’s rage, before the peacock returns.
Her breath hitches, close to the edge, and I finger-fuck her harder, whispering, “Come for me, Adrianna. Let the magic in it fuel the hell we will unleash.”