Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Pre-cum beads at the tip of my cock at the idea of being ruined by this man. I don’t think he’d ever go that far, but hearing him say it allows a small percentage of a chance, and that excites me.
Asmodeus glides the knife down my chest until he reaches my pelvic bone. I hiss as the tip of the knife pricks my skin. He presses the knife into my flesh, leaving a superficial wound in his wake. He pulls the tip out and gently grazes the top of my dick. The corner of his mouth turns up as he pulls my hand off my cock and grabs it himself. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
I stare into Asmodeus’ eyes, holding his stare, unsure of what’s happening. I scream, lost in a fog of pain as searing agony ricochets through me. I have a moment of reprieve before the pain returns in full force. Chills crawl up my body like marching ants, followed by a sense of calm where I’m floating on a cloud of bliss.
I don’t look at my throbbing cock or worry about my lightheadedness. I fall back and stare at the ceiling with its peeling stucco and water stains. I think about how this is the same as when the needle got stuck in my arm, and euphoria flooded my veins. This is the feeling I’d sacrifice everything for. Utopia.
A jolt of fresh pain consumes me, and I’m yanked back to reality. Abaddon kneels in front of me. His hand squeezes my balls without mercy as his thumb rubs against the raised scar of his brother’s initials on my hard, throbbing cock. “I believe my brother asked you to beg, slut.”
“Please, Abaddon. Use me. All I long to be in this world is your pathetic fuck toy. Punish me for all I’ve done. Show me that all I’m good for is to be your cum dump.”
A sound between a moan and a scream falls from my lips as Abaddon bites down on my cock. My body transcends time and space to another realm where everything I’ve done no longer matters. The pain is almost better than cumming because the agony washes away the past, present, and future. At this moment, I’m not a bastard who abolished everything good in his life. I don’t have to feel or think. I’m simply a vessel of pleasure—my own and theirs.
“You have any idea how hot it is that you stay so hard under torture?” Abaddon asks after popping my dick out of his mouth. “You’re such a good boy.”
Being called a “good boy” is the equivalent of a poor man winning the lottery. Euphoria and acceptance delight my mind.
I stiffen as Asmodeus glides his blade between my ass cheeks.
“Why don’t you pray, Iblis? Beg for mercy from the god who’s abandoned us our whole lives.”
A part of me is terrified, but another part wonders if the pain of the blade fucking my ass would create a whole new high. What would happen if I defied Asmodeus? Perhaps it would push him to go to places neither of us dreamed of within the construct of our dynamic.
But I also know that if we cross the invisible line, our little fucked-up family will be obliterated, broken into a million pieces too fragile to be put back together.
“Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit.”
My body jerks as Asmodeus uses the flat part of the knife to spread one cheek apart, and cold liquid falls down my crack. Holy anointing oil. Asmodeus’ poison. He finds it amusing, sanctifying the unsanctifiable. “As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, a world without end.”
Asmodeus pulls my head back and impales me in one thrust, whispering the final word of the prayer. “Amen.”
Chapter Five
ABADDON
My feelings for Iblis are complex. I love him, but I also want to see him suffer. It’s fucked up how much I enjoy Iblis getting used while he prays. Asmodeus and I have that kink. It’s probably why we still let him live in his fucked-up world.
I pull Iblis’ head back by his shaggy hair and admire his current position. On his hands and knees, ass stuffed full by my brother as his mouth opens and offers my cock a safe, wet hole.
I lift my hand and look at the area connecting my thumb to my forefinger where the name Iblis is tattooed. I got it after the first time I choked him out. Power surges through me as my hand circles Iblis’ throat. He gags as I shove my cock deep into his mouth. I twitch with excitement as I hold his head down. His face reddens, and his eyes shine with unshed tears.
Asmodeus and I make eye contact, and he smiles. Even though I’m more brutal when we kill, he’s more sadistic when we fuck. The look in his eyes tells me he wants to spit roast Iblis. To volley his body between us as we tear up his two holes.