Page 67 of Found In Destruction

Desmond was one of two people who ever topped me, because he knew how to do it right. And I was down for whatever he had planned for tonight, whether it included spitting or not.

“You’ll what? Fuck me?Oh no, Daddy Desmond, please!” I cackled at my own joke, despite his lack of laughter. “I’m in. Let’s get some practice in before tonight!” I rolled us over, sitting right over his very massive, hard length. “Oh, youlikethe idea.”

He sighed, grabbed my ass and shot me an irritated expression. I smoothed his red eyebrows out, then bounced on him.

“We have a lot to do today, so you need to get off me. If everyone is on board, we can celebrate.”

“Hey, what’s this I heard about a celebratory orgy?” Mal asked as he took a seat on Desmond’s chest facing me.

“Oh yeah, asshole, just sit on my chest. Not like there’s other seats available,” Desmond grumped, then pointed to the couch.

“You’re right, I can sit on your face instead,” Mal sassed. “Can we eat before we start? Can’t have a sex-a-thon on an empty stomach and expect it to go well.”

“If we even have this orgy, it’s not going to be until tonight. We have work to do,” Desmond reminded us.

“But Daddy Desmond!” Diana whined from the hallway. She came into the living room and Mal pulled her down trying to wrestle her to the ground.

Her giggling makes me want to knock her up so badly,Voice rasped.Can you imagine her giggling with a beautiful little baby? The curly hair and the chubby cheeks and the bebe-snuggles?!”

Ugh, I know. That sounds like a dream come true, but we have to wait. I’m not going to lose her a second time. As soon as the war is over, we can ask again.

Voice sulked into the back of my mind, but I felt like I thought the right thing. He was just a spoiled sport who always wanted to get his way.

“As much as wrestling in the living room appeals to me, I’m starving,” Bash said as he and Feathers joined us. They smelled like cum and sex, despite showering. I’d forgive them for not waiting for tonight, or at the very least including me in their fun.

“Judas told me they have bacon-pancakes today!” I got up, then picked Feathers up.

“Oh! Think they’ll have peach syrup?” He loved peaches and blueberries, and I made a mental note to get some fruit for the party later.

“I hope so,” Diana said as she faded the three of us to the dining hall.

“And you’re surethis is what you want to do?” Bash asked.

We had gathered in our barrack after lunch. Lucifer canceled all of our commitments for the day except Diana’s training, which ended an hour ago.

“Yes, I’m sure. This is my jam, Bash-A-Smash. Trust me. We siege the city, take down their army, and then we go after Red. Easy-peasy.”

“Lemon Squeezy, mother fucker!” Judas exclaimed, high fiving me. “We have so many allies that are on call, but if we capture Pandemonium, we can house them all in one place. This compound is getting small…and it's compromised.”

“If we take Hell, that’s most of the war won. Take the city, take the throne,” Lucifer quipped.

“We could take a vote…but the reality is that having Pandemonium under our control means we have more resources, safety, and possibly more soldiers. I refuse to believe that everyone in Red’s army is fighting of their own volition.”

“They’re probably not,” Michael agreed.

Ares walked up to the map of Hell he projected onto the blank living room wall. “How do we plan on getting in? There’s a few different ways into Hell, and they’re all heavily guarded.”

“I would avoid the Seven Gates. Most of them are in mortal areas, and they’re all heavily monitored” Lucifer said. “I know of one way, an eighth gate I made myself…but we may not be able to use it.” He glanced at Michael, who blushed.

“Our gate?” he asked. “I thought you destroyed it after…” he trailed off.

His smile faltered, and I felt bad for them. Anyone with eyes could see that they cared about each other. And it seemed like they both cared for Marilyn too.

Life may last forever for us, but love was still too precious of a thing to squander,Voice said to me.

Truth, I thought.

“No, I just sealed it…” Lucifer leaned back in his chair, his attention firmly fixed on Michael, like no one else in the room.

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