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They worked me through it, not letting up, Aziz using his fingers and tongue on me while Levi somehow continued to ride me, drawing out my pleasure until I was boneless and spent. I’d never known such all-consuming bliss could exist. That I was capable of experiencing it.

As I drifted in a sated fog, they adjusted positions. It was Aziz’s turn to take me. My body jolted to attention as he slid both of his cocks into me at once, one in my vagina, the other into my ass. I’d never in my life felt so full. My brain broke at that point, I succumbed to desire, and as he slammed both of his cocks into me, orgasm after orgasm rocked through me. The whole time, Levi continued using my mouth, thrusting his bulbous cock across my lips and over my tongue. And even though I was already worn out, oversensitive, they played my body like an instrument until I was gasping all over again. There on that chaise, they showed me passion and pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.

Finally, after what felt likedozensof orgasms, I lay in a twitching spent heap on the chair, semen slowly oozing from every orifice I had, yet I didn’t care. It had been so good thatnothingcould have mattered at that moment.

From seemingly nowhere, Liam produced a warm yet moist towel, and knelt, gently cleaning me off.

“You did well,” he said as he wiped the cloth along my body.

“More than that,” Aziz said, smiling down on me, his two phalluses now soft, but no less intimidating in size. “You were spectacular.”

I tried to respond, but I was too tired to say more than a simple grunt of acknowledgment. This was all nothing but a very,verydirty dream. It was good that they were happy with my performance. I’d pray for forgiveness for such a scandalous night time fantasy in the morning.

After cleaning me up, they dressed me in my nightgown. Where they got it from, I hadnoclue. I had no desire to ask as my body ached, and my brain was awhirl with newfound desires. They escorted me home, the trip happening in a strange cloudiness that I didn’t really comprehend. They both tucked me into bed like a cherished toy before disappearing into the night.

“Sleep well, love,” Aziz whispered, brushing a kiss against my forehead. As I drifted off, the warmth of their presence faded, the night’s events blurring into a dreamlike murkiness.

Morning light seeped through the small bedroom window, waking me from an uneasy sleep. Sitting up, my body ached, and I became aware of the gentle pressure on my bladder. With a yawn, I climbed out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. Standing up from the toilet, I was startled by my reflection. A smudge of mascara, a tiny black mark, was noticeable at the outer corner of one eye. I hadn’t worn makeup since college, and I certainly went to bed with nothing on my face.

With a wave of anxiety, I reached up a hand, my fingers brushing against the gritty, unfamiliar texture of mascara as I wiped away the smudge and stared, breath catching in my throat. “How?” Horror and amazement warred across my reflection. Now fully awake, I realized my body below my waist band achedpleasantly. Both holes throbbing gently from dark and forbidden use. The way they’d touched me, the way they’d made me feel…

“It was real,” I whispered, trembling. “How did they do that?”

Despite my upbringing, my vows, there was a shameful thrill in it.

That moment of sinful pleasure had felt good… really good.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

LEVI

The chains bitinto my wrists, Zeus’s punishment crushing down on me. I hung limply in the darkness, my brothers’ ragged breathing the only sound I’d heard for days.

Then his presence filled the cavern, terrifying and magnetic. Lucifer stood before us, his wings of fire spreading across the void.

“I can break your chains,” he said. “But freedom comes with a cost. You will be mine, my deputies in Hell. Swear fealty, and your torment will end.”

I glanced at Menoetes, seeing the rage and desperation on his face. Cronos’s bitter laughter echoed off the stone walls.

“What choice do we have?” I asked hollowly.

“None,” Lucifer said with a cold smile. He snapped his fingers and our chains disappeared.

We stumbled to our knees, trembling with fatigue and fear. Before us stood the all-powerful ruler, his eyes blazing with authority as we prostrated ourselves. Our gazes never waveredfrom his imposing figure as we pledged our allegiance, his presence permeating through our very beings.

A red-hot iron appeared in Lucifer’s hands. The acrid stench of burning flesh seared my nostrils as a hot iron branded us with his sigil, a symbol of our eternal allegiance to him. The pain was excruciating, but we endured it willingly, knowing that we were now bound to him for eternity.

As we rose to our feet, a mixture of liberation and submission filled us, for we were now devoted servants to the one who had branded us with his symbol of power and dominance.

I jolted awake, the scent of sulfur in my nose. Menoetes’s… no that was Ian, astral form shimmered at the foot of my bed, his demon ridges and golden eyes gleaming in the dark. “Levi, I need you to deal with something.”

“What now?” I sat up and rubbed sleep from my face.

“Evelyn’s uncle. Neff. He molested her when she was a child, and she deserves revenge and closure. You and Aziz are going to handle it.”

Rage filled me as I raised a brow. “You’re delegating now?”

Ian’s spread his hands. “Isn’t it something you want to do?”

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