Hypnos nodded, taking her hand gratefully. “Yes.” He eyed her in disbelief. “I thought you were going to leave me here. When your Reaper came and took you away…” His voice cracked, and he swallowed, clearly fighting back tears of relief and exhaustion. “Thank you. For coming back.”
Lilith’s eyes welled up with tears as well, and she squeezed the god’s hand reassuringly. “I would have never left you. Ramel was just… He wasn’t himself.”
I snorted. Ramel was most certainly himself when he had come for her. He probably wouldn’t have even stopped to freemyass if I had been up on the cross next to her, but I let her live in her little fantasy.
Leaving Lilith to tend to Hypnos, I moved on to Yahweh. He was looking worse for wear, but at least he had stopped screaming. Apparently, the threat of being forced to suck some cock had been enough to scare him into submission.
“So, the great and mighty Yahweh crucified to his own cross. How the tables have turned.” I smirked up at him.
“You will pay for this,” Yahweh hissed, and I laughed.
“I highly doubt that. I have more than paid my dues; it’s your turn.” The god snarled as I bent down to pick up the tubing that was coiled at the base of the cross.
“Gabe, strip him down,” I ordered. I retrieved Ramel’s scythe while Gabriel enthusiastically tore off Yahweh’s all-white vestments.
Once Yahweh was naked and exposed on the cross, I stood back, holding my fingers up in an ‘L’ shape and squinting with one eye, doing my best to eyeball the rough placement of the tubing.
When I thought I had a pretty good idea of where to stuff the siphons, I impaled him accordingly with the tip of the scythe, relishing in his screams.
“Aww. Does that hurt?” I asked idly, slapping his scrotum sharply with one hand as I examined the opening to one of the tubes with the other. Yahweh barked in pain at my touch, and Gabriel snickered behind me.
“Here, you stick this one in his chest, I can’t reach from down here. I’ll get the abdomen.”
It took less time than I expected. Between the two of us, we had his magic bleeding through the tubes in minutes, and I watched as the golden fluid dripped into the clouds at our feet.
“Fascinating. Who knew?” I muttered, more to myself than anything.
I dabbed a drop of his magic on my finger and sucked it clean. Immediately, my entire body revolted against it. I heaved and gagged, unable to digest it at all.
“Fuck, that tastes like shit.” I shook my head, spitting the essence of Yahweh out in the clouds before turning to Gabriel.
“Here, you try it.”
He made a face. “You’re not exactly selling it, Shemhazai.”
My good mood vanished. Good pets didn’t talk back.
“It wasn’t a fucking request. Put it in your mouth before I put you on your knees,” I snarled, and his eyes darkened at the order. The fact that the threat of a punishment turned him on made my stomach flip, not that I was going to let him see how much his kinky little ass was affecting me. Especially not after he just talked back to me.
He maintained eye contact with me as he took the tube of Yahweh’s magic and put it in his mouth. I watched him wrap his lips around it and suck, his cheeks hollowing with the action.
A deep growl built in my chest as I watched him suck back Yahweh’s essence.
Little fucking imp. He knew what he was doing.
Before I could stop myself, I had him by the throat. I ripped the tubing out of his mouth and pressed my face so close to his that our lips nearly touched.
“Careful, Gabriel,” I growled at him. “Keep fucking taunting me like that, and you’re going to end up with something else in your mouth.”
Gabriel smirked at me and licked the gold off his lips. “Yes, Sir.”
Fucking Satan, it did crazy shit to my insides when he called me that. My gaze dropped to his lips, and I frowned. He didn’t seem to have the same problem I had with ingesting Yahweh’s magic.
“How did it taste?” I purred, and Gabriel smacked his lips, giving me a smile that was going to get him in more trouble than he was ready for.
“Honestly, not bad.”
“It’s because he is an angel. You are made of Lilith’s magic; it’s too different from Yahweh’s magic to be compatible,” Hypnos explained. “Yahweh had a hard time ingesting my magic as well. Sleep is more akin to death than creation. You would likely have had an easier time drinking my essence.”
