Chapter 118 To Be Made Ready
(Apollo & Adelaide)
Adelaide wiggled, just a little. A slight grind of her hips, a minute push back.
Shame flared hot across her cheeks, her body betraying her again, sliding back toward him like her bones had made the decision for her. The small movement felt enormous—raw, hungry, humiliating—and perfect.
The bench creaked beneath her. Her feet slipped slightly on the warm stone. Her hands strained against the chains, wrists burning with returning pressure.
He still didn’t move. Just stood and watched her fight for it. Fight to feel him inside her. Fight to get more from him. Fight to fill her greedy little pussy.
Her heartbeat roared in her ears, matching the pounding rhythm of her need. Every second he withheld felt like a cruel, exquisite torture. Her body pulsed, desperate, clenching around him in small involuntary flutters that begged without words.
He gave her what she wanted.
He pushed the rest of the way in, his thick length stretching and forcing its way in.
Adelaide screamed. Not in pain. Not completely. But in bliss.
The sound tore out of her chest like something primal, her whole body arching as pleasure detonated behind her ribs. Her nails scraped stone, her breath breaking into hiccupped gasps as her body struggled to contain him.
She met his thrust, pushing herself back against him until his massive thighs pressed firmly against hers. One of his scaled cocks was buried to the hilt inside her.
Apollo groaned above her, a low, thunderous sound. It vibrated through her, deep and resonant, like the earth itself answering. His heat blanketed her, drowning out everything but him.
“You take me beautifully,” he rasped, thrusting slowly and deliberately. “Tighter than any creature born to this realm.”
Her eyes stung. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. It was so much. It was not enough. She didn’t know which frightened her more.
Tears blurred her vision—frustration, pleasure, disbelief tangling until she could no longer separate them. Her mind felt split open, her thoughts dissolving into sensation.
His second cock dragged along her lower back, leaving a trail of scorching heat across her spine.
The contact was unbearable—hot and alive—sending a rippling shiver down her body, her muscles tightening helplessly.
She felt the pulsing weight of it with every thrust.
It made the air feel thinner. Made her body tremble harder. Made her desperate lust burn inside her.
Her lungs seized, her skin buzzing, her pulse pounding so violently it felt like it might burst. Need clawed at her, sharp and frantic, leaving her shaking beneath him.
She squeezed her eyes shut. “Apollo— I can’t—”
“Yes,” he growled. “You can. And you will.”
He was merciless with his thrust. Dragging himself out, slow and torturous. To then slam back in hard and fast. The rhythm stole time itself. Each brutal push knocked another whimper loose, each slow withdrawal teased her open nerves until she thought she’d shatter from the pressure alone.
She could feel him everywhere. Inside her, against her, around her. Her body had no space left to think.
Her mind dissolved into sensation—heat, stretch, weight, sound—until she no longer knew where she ended and he began.
Every thrust sent heat ricocheting through her limbs. Every grind of his scales against her skin made her gasp. Every growled word pressed deeper into her thoughts.
She tried to hold onto something—anger, pride, anything—but they splintered the second his tempo shifted.
He slowed, pulling himself out of her completely. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Her body clenched around nothing, aching, hungry, desperate for the return of fullness that already felt like a part of her.
When the pressure shifted—when he guided the weight of the second cock lower, lower, teasing at her entrance—the world snapped white-hot for a moment.
Cold terror tangled with molten want, stealing her breath. Her muscles tightened instinctively, bracing for something she didn’t know how to endure—and couldn’t bear to refuse.
There were two heads at her entrance. Two cocks sliding through her arousal. Two cocks gearing up to tear her apart.
Her stomach dropped.
“No,” she whispered. “Apollo—please—”
“Shh,” he soothed. “I’ll make you ready.”
Her breath trembled. Her nails scraped the stone. The runes flared under her hands like molten constellations.
He pushed. Slowly. Forcefully. Giving her time to stretch. Giving her sweet cunt the chance to coat his two pulsating lengths.
Her inner walls strained, resisting and yielding all at once. Her breath hitched violently, her head falling forward as pleasure and pressure warred inside her.
He watched. Watch her body shudder. Watched her arousal spill onto him. Watched those tight pink lips take him in eagerly. His vision tunnelled to the sight of her body opening for him—glittering, trembling, exquisite—and something dark and ancient roared inside him.
He pushed again. Another gentle shift forward. Just an inch, maybe two.
She choked on a cry. “Apollo—!”
“Breathe,” he commanded.
The word vibrated through her bones. She sucked in a shaking, broken inhale, her chest quivering as her body fought to obey. Her thighs shook violently as he pressed deeper, slowly forcing her body to adjust to the impossible width of him. Heat pooled low in her belly, radiating outward until her whole torso burned, her pulse pulsing against the stretch with frantic rhythm.
The way she trembled nearly undid him. The way she fought—yet yielded—set every instinct blazing.
Her body strained, stretched, clung to him.
His vision blurred at the edges with pure need.
“You were made for this,” he growled, voice rough. “For me.”
He reached one of his massive hands around her hips and gently teased her swollen clit. Rubbing it with the pad of his finger as he pushed forward again.
Lightning shot through her nerves. Her hips jerked helplessly. Her breath broke into a sob of pleasure she couldn’t stop.
Adelaide made a sound like something of a mewling cat. Needy. Blissed. Dazed in lust. He liked that sound. Liked all the sounds her pleasure pulled from her.
He slid his other hand up along her back. Watching as she shivered under his touch. Her skin prickled beneath his palm, every nerve drawn tight like a plucked string.
Wrapping her hair through his fingers, he pulled and pushed together. Her head snapped back on a cry, and his two cocks hit the final resistance inside her.
The moment he seated both cocks inside her, her scream tore through the chamber.
Magic erupted across the floor. Runes flared blinding gold. Even the braziers bent toward her as if drawn by her fire. The entire room seemed to pulse with her, as though Hell itself recognised the moment her body broke open around him.
He held still for a moment, savouring the impossible heat around him, the way her body fluttered in overwhelmed shock.
He leaned forward, claws braced on either side of her torso.
“Perfect,” he whispered.