“I want you to lick it, Ramel. Please, lick me until I come.”
I heard him growl in approval as he spread me even wider. “See? I know, deep down, you want to be good for me.” He praised me, and suddenly, his tongue was on me. I let out a surprised gasp of pleasure that quickly turned into a moan.
Art was staring directly at me as he rubbed the growing bulge in the front of his jeans.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” he murmured, his eyes growing darker. Shem smirked, his own eyes on fire as he watched.
“Wait until he sucks on her; she always squirms so nicely,” he purred, and Ramel did just that. I gasped as he pulled my clit between his teeth and began to pulseit against his tongue. I moaned, arching and pressing myself further back into his face, chasing the warmth that was beginning to build.
“Fuck… I wish he would share her,” Art groaned as he continued to rub himself, his eyes never leaving my ass. I recoiled at that, not wanting the demon who had betrayed me so spectacularly anywhere near me.
Shem chuckled. “Easy, Arteqoph, we don’t want a repeat of last time. You know Lilith belongs to Ram.”
Art grunted in annoyance. “He shares her with you.” Shem smirked and glanced down at his nails.
“Yes, but I’mspecial.”He preened.
It didn’t take long for the relentless pattern Ramel was sucking on my clit to turn into the familiar heat I was coming to know so well. He noticed my breathing quicken and inserted two fingers. I cried out as he stretched me, and the pleasure instantly accelerated to the point of no return.
Just before I could finish, Ramel pulled out, and I choked on a sob.
“Ramel,please,”I begged, and Art stroked himself faster.
“Fuck, she wants it so bad,” he grunted, and Shem nodded.
“That she does. Look how fucking soaked she is.”
“I want you to come on my cock, deathtrap. I’m going to fuck you until you’re spent, then I’m going to take you home and fuck you some more.” Ramel snarled. He yanked on my leash, forcing me back on my hands. He pressed his palm into the center of my back, making my hips tilt. I choked as he tightened his hold on the leash so hard the collar began to cut off my air supply.
I started to panic at my inability to breathe, but he stroked a hand down my back gently. “Trust me, Lilith. You know I’ll never allow you to die,” he whispered, and I forced myself to calm down. He ran his cock up and down my dripping cunt twice before slamming into me. I cried out at the sharp angle, and there was a series of grunts of approval from the audience as Ramel began to ruthlessly fuck me from behind.
“You take that cock so fucking well, deathtrap; look at you,” Ramel growled. “Should I give this ass a little attention too?” I choked on another sob as he used his thumb to massage the entrance to my ass.
“Ramel, please,” I begged, my voice echoing through the church. Ramel pressed his thumb harder into my ass, penetrating me. “Please, what, Lilith? Put it in? Take it out? Fuck you harder? Use your words,” he grit out, but I couldn’t. I just sobbed in ecstasy as the warmth he had started to build in my clit began to form around my G-spot instead. It was heavier and deeper, and I felt the strength begin to seep from my muscles as the first wave of the orgasm rushed over me.
“Oh fuck, she’s coming,” Art groaned.
“Yeah she fucking is.” Shem grinned just as Ramel followed me over the edge.
“That’s it, deathtrap. Take my cum. I’m going to make such a mess of this fucking pussy.”
He pumped in and out of me as my orgasm continued to roll through me, and he finally relaxed his grip on the leash, allowing me to collapse forward on the altar. I was delirious, out of breath, and panting when Ramel pushed my legs open to catch the cum that was spilling out of me. He pushed it back into my pussy before crawling on top of me and pulling my hair back to expose my ear.
“Don’t you waste a single drop of my cum, Lilith,” he murmured, kissing my ear softly. I whimpered, and he pulled me up into his arms. He looked down at me with the closest thing to love he was capable of feeling and smiled.
“It’s done. You’re mine, Lilith,” he said, kissing my nose. “Let’s go home.”
“People say there’s a fine line between genius and insanity. I say that line’s in your head.”
—HANNIBAL LECTER, HANNIBAL
Itook my bride home, chained her to the bed, and fucked her until morning. I almost felt bad by the time I was done with her.
Almost.
She was exhausted, raw, and spent, but something had definitely changed. I watched her sleep from my place by the chessboard, and Shem snapped his fingers at me.
“It’s your move, focus,” he chirped, and I tore my eyes away from my sleeping wife. I smirked at him and made my move.
