Chapter 79 🔞🔞Chapter 79🔞🔞
I drive my cock deeper into Michael's virgin ass, the tight ring of muscle clenching around me like a fist, resisting every inch as I bury myself balls-deep. His body jerks in the chains, a strangled yelp ripping from his throat, but I do not let up—thrust after brutal thrust, stretching that untouched hole wide, feeling it yield and burn around my thick shaft. Sweat slicks our skin, the slap of my hips against his ass echoing through the shrine, mixing with his whimpers and the wet squelch of my dick pounding into him. His wings twitch uselessly, feathers scraping stone, and his cock bobs hard between his legs, leaking pre-cum onto the cold floor despite the tears streaking his face. The soul bond hums with Apollo's dark satisfaction, fueling my rage, making my balls tighten with the need to wreck this arrogant fucker completely.
I glance over my shoulder at Apollo, who is watching with eyes like molten lava, his muscular chest heaving, pants tented with his own arousal.
“Apollo,” I grunt between thrusts, slamming in harder to punctuate my words, “Michael here is a virgin. I think he was saving himself for you.”
Michael's ass spasms around me at the admission, a humiliated sob bubbling up as I grind deep, my pubes grinding against his cheeks, owning every clench and quiver.
Apollo's laugh is low and vicious, stepping closer, his boots crunching over shattered relics.
“Staying a virgin for 15,000 years? That's really pathetic, Michael. You waited all that time for my cock, and now you are getting broken in by my demon husband instead.”
His voice drips with scorn, the ancient grudge boiling over, and I feel the soul bond flare hot, our shared vengeance twisting into something primal and filthy.
He moves behind me, his heat pressing against my back like a furnace. One massive hand wraps around my throat, fingers digging in just enough to make my pulse thunder under his grip, possessive and rough. He yanks my face toward him, crashing his mouth onto mine in a fierce kiss, tongue shoving in deep, tasting of smoke and fury. His other hand slides up my abs, calluses scraping over sweat-damp skin, then pinches my nipple hard, twisting until I moan into his mouth, the sound vibrating between us. My cock throbs inside Michael, the pain-pleasure spiking my thrusts, making me fuck the angel even rougher, his cries muffled against the chains.
Michael's scream cuts through the air, raw and desperate, his body bucking wildly as I rail him without mercy.
“Apollyon! Stop him, he is not worthy—fuck me yourself! Take your rightful place beside me! I have waited for you—only you!”
His voice breaks on a sob, ass clenching tighter around my pistoning dick, but it only spurs me on, the humiliation fueling my sadistic rhythm.
I pound harder, hips snapping forward with punishing force, my balls slapping his, the friction burning hot as I chase the edge of release inside his spasming hole. Apollo breaks the kiss, his grip on my throat tightening, breath hot against my ear as he speaks loud enough for the chained bastard to hear every word.
“Keep fucking him, Levi. There is no reason for you to ever get jealous of him or even worry. Michael can keep on waiting—he will never touch me. But you? I will fuck you and let you fuck me anytime you ask, whether the gods themselves are watching or even Lucifer himself.”
His words send a jolt straight to my core, the promise of his cock filling me later making my thrusts erratic, pre-cum slicking Michael's insides as I grind deep.
I gasp, turning my head to nip at Apollo's jaw, my voice rough with need.
“Can you fuck me now?”
The question slips out amid a grunt, my body slamming forward again, burying myself to the hilt in the angel's ass, feeling him shatter around me.
Apollo's chuckle rumbles against my back, his hand sliding down to squeeze my hip, guiding my rhythm.
“I will wait till you are done with Michael. That way, he can watch you fuck what will never belong to him. I want him to watch as I fuck my chosen mate.”
He emphasizes it with a twist to my other nipple, drawing another moan from me, my cock swelling thicker inside the virgin tightness. Michael's sobs turn to broken pleas, his body trembling in the chains, cock twitching untouched as he leaks onto the stone, forced to witness our bond, our lust, our unbreakable claim.
“I do not think he will give up even then. What will you do then?”
“I honestly do no care if he ever accepts it or not, because after today, he will be in hell and I will be with you. We both know Lucifer has not felt the pleasures of the flesh in quite some time, maybe he will enjoy tearing him apart as well.”
“I will suggest it to him when I drop off this piece of trash.”
I redouble my efforts, fucking Michael with savage urgency, each thrust a declaration of ownership—his hole milking me desperately now, walls fluttering as I hit that spot deep inside, making his wings shudder and his cries pitch higher. The shrine reeks of sex and incense, sweat dripping down my back as Apollo's presence behind me amps the heat, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his pants, teasing what is coming. The soul bond sings with our shared darkness, revenge and desire coiling tight, promising more violence, more claiming, as Michael's resistance crumbles under my relentless pounding. He is close—I can feel it in the way his ass grips me, his body betraying him completely—but I hold back, drawing it out, making him suffer every second of this hellish lesson.