Chapter 80 🔞🔞Chapter 80🔞🔞
I grip Michael's hips tighter, my fingers digging into his pale flesh like claws, bruising the skin as I yank him back onto my cock with every savage thrust. The chains rattle violently, his body a puppet for my rage, and I angle my hips just right, slamming the thick head of my dick straight into his prostate over and over. Each hit sends a jolt through him, his virgin ass clenching desperately around me, milking my shaft as if begging for more despite the tears pouring down his face. Sweat flies off us, the shrine filled with the obscene slap of skin on skin, my balls smacking against his with wet, punishing force. His cock throbs untouched, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the stone floor, betraying how his body craves the violation even as his mind screams in denial.
“Fuck, you are tight,” I growl, my voice rough with the burn in my thighs from pounding him so hard.
The soul bond pulses hot between me and Apollo, our shared vengeance twisting into this filthy symphony of destruction. Michael's wings flare out, feathers trembling as another brutal thrust nails his prostate, forcing a choked moan from his lips that twists into a sob. I do not let up—harder, deeper, grinding that sensitive spot until his whole body shakes, muscles locking up in unwilling ecstasy.
He convulses under me, ass spasming wildly around my pistoning cock, the agony of his humiliation crashing against the forced pleasure ripping through him. Screams echo off the shrine walls, raw and broken, a mix of curses and pleas that only make my dick swell thicker inside him.
“No—stop—ahh, fuck!”
His voice cracks, body arching in the chains as his prostate takes the relentless abuse, waves of unwanted bliss crashing over him. His cock jerks, untouched, and suddenly he is coming, thick ropes of cum spurting from his tip, splattering the floor in humiliating defeat. His ass clamps down like a vice, squeezing me so tight I nearly lose it right there, but I hold back, savoring the way he shudders and whimpers, utterly broken.
With a final, vicious grind against that spot, I pull out, my cock slick and throbbing, veins pulsing with the need to mark him further. I stalk around to his front, grabbing a fistful of his golden hair and yanking his head up. His eyes are wild, tear-streaked, lips parted in shock as he pants, cum still dripping from his spent dick. I jerk myself off furiously, hand flying over my length, the wet schlick echoing as I aim right at his face.
“Take it, you feathered fuck,” I snarl, and then I'm erupting, hot cum shooting in thick, heavy spurts across his cheeks, his nose, his open mouth.
It clings to his skin, white and sticky, dripping down his chin as he gags on the taste.
Michael screams obscenities, thrashing in the chains, spit and cum flying from his lips.
“You demonic bastard! I will smite you—rip your soul apart!”
His voice is hoarse, fury blazing through the humiliation, but it only makes him look more pathetic, marked and ruined.
Apollo's laugh booms through the shrine, low and mocking, as he steps closer, eyes raking over the mess I have made.
“Look at you, Michael. Covered in demon cum like the whore you always were. It actually improves your pathetic state—makes you look halfway decent for once.”
His words drip with ancient scorn, the grudge from 15,000 years fueling every syllable, and I feel the soul bond thrum with his dark amusement.
I smirk, wiping the last drop of cum from my tip onto Michael's trembling lips, watching him flinch.
“Yeah, it does make an improvement. Hell will fix the rest of you, though.”
I reach for the chains binding his wrists, the cold iron biting into my palm as I start to unhook them, ready to drag this broken angel straight to the pits where he belongs.
Apollo's hand shoots out, grabbing my arm to stop me.
“What the hell are you doing, Levi? You can not take him yet.”
His voice is sharp, eyes narrowing with that hot-headed fire, the warrior in him not done unleashing his rage.
I turn to him, cock still half-hard and glistening, the air thick with the musk of sex and incense.
“Taking this piece of shit to hell. Lucifer is waiting for his turn and so he can deal with him.”
The words hang heavy, my mind already plotting the torments awaiting Michael in the depths.
Before I can say more, Apollo's fingers tangle in my hair, yanking me forward with brutal force until our lips crash together. His mouth devours mine, tongue thrusting deep, tasting the lingering salt of sweat and fury. It is possessive, rough, his teeth nipping my lip hard enough to draw blood, and I groan into the kiss, my body igniting all over again under his grip. The soul bond flares, dark and hungry, promising the revenge is not over—it's just getting started.
He pulls back just enough to growl against my mouth, breath hot and ragged.
“You better not be finished, Levi. I definitely want more than one round with you before we drag his ass anywhere.”
His eyes burn into mine, gold and fierce, hand sliding down to squeeze my ass, fingers digging in like a claim. Michael's whimpers fade into the background, irrelevant now, as Apollo's promise coils tight in my gut, the hellish lust between us demanding we take what we want right here, amid the shattered relics and the angel's defeat. The shrine pulses with our power, angels and demons entwined in sin, and I know this night will drown in more blood, more cum, more unbreakable bonds before dawn.