Page 28 of Sinner's End

When she scurries for the corner of my room without question this time, clambering aboard, I sigh at the sweet taste that flicker leaves behind. Like if she’s allowed to curl there, she’ll remain unmolested.

Interesting that she doesn’t try to fight for the innocence of the angel beneath me, but then, he looks like a monster in his own way too, as much as he is becoming. I appreciate the beauty around me, at its best, before I ruin it forever.

“Relax,” I murmur to both of them. “It’s easier that way.”

Bowen humps my desk pitifully while Addi frowns.

“What…”

I send out a flicker of power, reaching into my reserves. Later I’ll have to give my essence to the Chemist, but for now, I can play.

Claws burst from the arms of the chair and its tall back, one silencing her before the first scream leaves her throat. The others grip a wrist each, clamping them down. The fourth … I let that wander her stomach, systematically shredding her shirt until her chest is bared to me.

Frightened eyes watch me over cascading tears as she sobs. Then the hand clamps over her tit, rolling the nipple teasingly between razored tips and a new awareness that scares her worse enters those green eyes: need.

I laugh at her as I rip Bowen’s pants down to free his balls and his asshole to the air. I won’t be needing the rest tonight and neither will he. I place my hand on his bare ass.

“Remember, Bowen. My vessel.” He’ll feel my body tearing into his, but there will be no pleasure for him tonight.Not unless it’s the painful sort, though he likes that, too.

Recompense for puncturing my balls after our torturous playtime the other night. He nods and rests his cheek on my desk, the fight leaving him.

“Good little fallen,” I coo.

Addi’s eyes widen, and she does try to scream behind the hand that covers her mouth. One of mine, in my demon form, but she’s not ready for that yet. She’s not ready for any part of me, but tonight she will take my phantom as I ruin her hole by hole.

“Uff oooo!” Her muffled defiance reaches me in a stream of heady pleasure.

“Oh, I will.” I lock eyes with her and stroke Bowen asshole to balls and back again.

Her wriggling stops. Those green eyes flick down, then back to me.

“Mana?” she mumbles, snorting her panic through her nose.

“Relax,” I whisper, spitting onto Bowen’s asshole and pushing my finger against it.

His sphincter gives way, because we’ve been here before. Her little virgin ass? That I’d tear. But here, a flush fills her face and breasts with a delicious pink tinge I want to lick from her skin as I finger her ass by proxy.

Bowen’s hole squeezes down tight, but I don’t berate him. He’s being a good vessel and letting me feel what she feels. Her already bearing down on me tells me she’s in need of a good dozen anal orgasms.

I sink my finger deeper and add a second, offering them no mercy as I stretch the hole before me. I let the claw manifested on her chair that’s an extension of myself drop from her mouth to close gently around her throat, holding her up and reminding her who owns her now.

Those pretty ruby lips are parted and the demon in me wants to paint them in the sin that will soon fill her insides. She whimpers so prettily as I ease my fingers from the flesh before me. I rub my crotch as she watches, hardening myself to the point of bursting before I push my pants aside and press the tip of my cock to Bowen’s sacrificial asshole.

And what a sacrifice it will be.

He groans low in his throat as I push inside, accommodating me as he has done many times before. That makes him perfect for the job of violating my newest toy without tearing her apart. Him, however…

I watch the drop of blood that trails down the back of his pale thigh to add to the stain on his pants. His chest heaves with taking me, and I break the hypnotic rhythm to fix my attention on Addi.

Her legs tremble, her fists clench, and her mouth is open in a perfect “O” shape to accommodate my cock. The cock that might kill her if I touch her with it.

My loss, her gain, perhaps. If I’m an insufferable torment now, I can only imagine what I’ll be like if I sink flesh deep into her body without searing her insides and ending her mortal life on the spot. Her innocence is a mark I can’t remove. That’s not my choice.

I won’t kill her as she’s my favorite thing.

My hips work gently as I push my length into the angel. The little ring stretches nicely, and I trace a finger around him, humming my moan as I sink into her body, filling her while she writhes on nothing but air.

“Mana—” Her whisper reaches me faintly as her eyes roll in her head.

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