I whimper. I cry from that urge to let go again. But I-I?—
Raphael touches his lips to my ear. “Now, Briella,” he purrs deep and silky.
I can’t help it. I can’t do anything else but bow to that command. I break down and release a long moan of agony andrelief as the enema comes out, spilling onto the stone floor below me.
“Fuck, what a sight!” Rory chuffs a laugh.
Before I’ve finished, Raphael tugs on the chain, freeing my pained nipples from the clamps. I groan when his lips cover the swollen flesh. He doesn’t care that I’m covered in mud, blood, and sweat. He tortures the erect bud with his hot tongue, sucking, licking, and biting with determined aggression while timing his thrusts. I arch my neck, aching for more, terrified of more.
The next thing I feel is a cold, powerful spray against the backs of my legs. It’s like ice against the open wounds, but I slump over with relief because I didn’t notice the drain beneath my feet till now. The fecal matter washes down. The hose turns off a second later.
I flinch from something soft and wet teasing my anus. “There now, nice and clean and ready for us. Well, almost, Lass.”
The next thing I know, I feel something slick and warm pouring down my back hole while I writhe against the dark-haired god before me. My hips desperately clash against his, trying to find some sense of reason, of coping with all this.
But there’s nothing I can do to prevent Rory from sliding something metallic around my anus.
“Like my little toy, Firecracker?” Rory chuckles. “Sweet, little expander. The four dilaters penetrate you six inches deep and can stretch your tight hole by five inches in diameter.”
“Oh, god!” I scream from the twisting sensation, stretching my tight ring.
Raphael shakes me by my hair and covers my mouth with his in a crushing, searing kiss. “Gods, Briella,” he says against my lips. “Five gods among men who have conquered hell and brought you down to meet all your lovely, dark demons. Now… only one question remains.” He locks eyes with me, taking medeeper with one feral gaze. “What will you do with the demons?” He levels me with those predatory eyes.
I’ve had demons worse than this. I’ve spent my life running from them. And hiding.
But for the first time, I’m surrounded by demons, and I know I can’t hide from them. I can’t run either. There are only three options left:
Ifightthem.
Isurvivethem.
Or…
Isurrenderto them.
The last should fill me with disgust. It feels like poison, but a sweet poison that takes over all my senses and turns me into some feline creature in heat. Theirs to ruin. Theirs to destroy. And remake.
This is insane. They are monsters.
So, why am I dying for a closer look?
I blame it on the storm of chemicals in my system from the pain. Tears blur my vision as Raphael fucks me like a beast off his leash, biting my neck, my jaw, my face, and my lips, leaving his teeth marks everywhere. Rory plays with my ass, his finger circling my inner walls with warm, slick oil.
Heat ignites in me, and I shudder from the pressure growing inside me. Little spasms erupt in me like precursors to an explosion.
“That’s it, Briella,” Raphael murmurs against my ear. “Clenching and dripping all over my dick. Fucking worshiping your High God.”
Worshiping him as he rapes me.
I hear the voices in my head, but I spent too many years listening to them.
Instead, I listen to my body. I let go of everything except the highs and lows. All my nerve endings are rampant fire. My pulserages. More tears spill from my surrender because I should feel weak and miserable. But as Raphael devours my mouth again, all I feel is this utter sense of release, of freedom, and a still, small power that whispers in the eye of the storm.
He grinds harder until my engorged clit rubs against his length. I rise, snapping my hips forward, riding and riding until he unleashes a series of rapid-fire thrusts before he snaps. I don’t know what sends me over the most. His deep groan in my mouth. His cock slamming into the very back of my cunt. Or how he’s stolen my very soul away.
But I shatter. I crash into a cataclysmic explosion of an orgasm more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt—like a million tiny suns radiating inside me and showering through my system as I clamp tight, spasming hard all around Raphael. He strengthens his grip around me, kissing me through his release as he spills streams of his cum inside me.
My inner muscles are still fluttering when he abruptly pulls out, dropping my legs so I swing in the chains.
