Page 458 of Evil Hearts

His tongue goes back to pleasuring my clit, and it doesn’t take much before I fall over the edge, squirting both my release andmore blood onto his tongue and face. If it weren’t for his wings, I would have fallen; my legs were jelly.

He stands, and his wings lower me to my knees. His cock is free in all its pierced, gigantic glory. Grabbing me by the hair, he wastes no time shoving it down my throat.

I gag, choking, trying to swallow around him and remember to breathe through my nose.

“Take it, little witch,” he commands. “Worship my cock as you were meant to. Demons should be your deities, now worship me like one and thank me for the privilege.”

He pumps himself into my throat, not giving me reprieve, as he smirks down at me. My glare doesn’t faze him, and why should it? He has the power. They do. And I’m giving it to them since I stopped fighting.

Somewhere, deep down, I’m as sick as they are.

He comes with a guttural groan, shooting it down my throat and I swallow around it as fast as I can so I don’t drown. Tears drip from my eyes as I choke, and he chuckles.

“You’re so pretty when you cry.”

His cock leaves my mouth with a wet pop and he steps back, still smirking at me.

“Hold her for me,” Pardus says, and the wings are back as Lyone looms over me.

In between us, there’s Pardus, his loose linen pants undone so his thick, barbed cock can be released. Like a male cat, his cock is barbed, though it doesn’t make me bleed as much as it is uncomfortable and painful.

He licks my nipples, then my neck, then my face. His tongue is rough, leaving my sensitive skin red and tingly.

Claws dig into the large tree trunk on either side of my head, and his tail wraps around my waist, lifting me and setting me onto his cock so he doesn’t have to adjust to my tiny height.

He fills me, stretching me beyond what should be normal. And he’s still not all the way in. Gradually he thrusts, deeper and deeper each time.

I shake my head, unable to even beg him to stop. It hurts. And yet … I want more pain.

Unlike the first time, each time I’ve had these men since, my body craves more. More depravity. More pain. More ofthem.

I don’t understand it.

His tail slithers around me, to the front, wrapping around my breasts, binding and teasing the nipples in turn. At least it’s not inside me this time.

Tree bark scrapes against my back, the barbs on his cock scrape against my already bleeding insides, his tail, alternately, teases my breasts while cutting off circulation. It’s so much. Too much.

My body is filled, painful, skin torn both outside and in. The taste of sulfur from Lyone’s cum is still on my tongue. Muscles tightening, I try to fight off a second orgasm. I don’t want it. I don’t want them to see what they do to me, on some level, turns me on even while they disgust me.

But I don’t get to control my body as it spasms and I cry out from pain and release.

Pardus keeps fucking me, unaware how limp I am, though I am sure Lyone feels it. When he finally comes, he practically floods me with his seed. He holds himself still, panting into my neck, giving me soft licks and nips, as if this were more than it is.

As if this is love.

He finally pulls out of me and Lyone drops me to the ground. Not cleaning me off, my clothes are returned to me. I suppose it’s a joy for them to think of me in pain, dripping blood and semen, until I can shower and magically heal myself.

As I hit the ground, I see something sparkling in the murky half-light. My hand touches the thin silver thread. My visiondarkens, and I hear something. Someone. But no one else is here. This is in my mind; a vision. A flash of the past.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking what is rightfully mine.”

“You can’t! That’s my magic, you can’t do this to me! Give it back!”

“Quit whining. Be thankful your magic will be part of what helps me control Maelstrom City, and everyone who refuses to let us be a true part of the Council of Monstrato!”

There’s a scream, and it dies as quickly as the person must have died, right where we stand.

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