Page 4 of Fallen Angels

“I know you have. I could smell your need since we first set out on this… fucking suicide mission.” He pauses for a moment or two. “Beg me, Eilish. Tell me how much you want it.”

“Revenant... Please.” I don’t want to beg. I’m done with begging. I’m done with playing this game. My need is stronger than ever before and all I can think about is Baron’s… cock driving inside me.

“Please what, Angel?” he teases with a chuckle. “Beg with that pretty, little mouth of yours.” He pushes his hips forward and his tip enters me, robbing my lungs of air.

“Please… fuck me,” I whisper as I feel myself grow even wetter.

“More.”

“I… I need your cock inside my pussy.”

“Who am I?” he demands and throws me for a second.

“Revenant,” I start.

“No,” he interrupts, his tone of voice short, irritated. “Who am I?”

“Bar,” I start but suddenly realize what he’s asking me for. And it’s not the name of the man he once was. He’s not the same man he once was. He’s not Baron and hasn’t been since he woke up from the grave. “My King,” I say.

Something dark and primal reverberates through the cell as he pushes inside me. I yelp while he forces the entire length of himself into me with one thrust. There’s no warm-up, no gentleness, no inching his way inside. He’s raw power and he asserts his dominance over me with his cock.

Once he’s thrust himself all the way into me, he pulls out quickly. Then he rams himself back in again, relentless in his force. Each drag of his cock against my inner walls causes me to clench tighter around him.

It’s a brutal, violent capturing of my body and I feel myself hurtling towards a beautiful climax. His fingers stroke between my folds. The wet, squelching sounds of our passion fills my ears.

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CAMBION

I come around, but I have no clue where I am.

I’m bathed in darkness and I can’t see. But I can hear. And the sounds I hear make little sense to me. They’re the sounds of a woman moaning.

I sit upright and rub my eyes as I blink a few times in quick succession. Gradually, my eyes grow accustomed to the darkness until I’m able to deduce a faint yellow light from the far end of the… dungeon? I reach out and touch the rough stone walls. Yes, dungeon. Variant’s dungeon, no doubt.

The light is perhaps twenty feet away and it’s bright enough to reveal our surroundings. Prison bars line the front of my cell and as far as I can tell, there’s no one in the cell with me.

But what is that moaning?

At first, I believe the woman to be in distress and then I remember the only woman among our group is the Succubus. Eilish. Is she hurt?

“You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you?”

It’s Baron’s voice.

I fine-tune my ears and with my excellent Elvin hearing, I can make out Eilish’s whimper.

“You’ve been thinking about me fucking you, forcing myself into you until you can’t walk,” Baron continues as I swallow hard and surprise quivers through me. The bastard is about to fuck her. Here? In the fucking dungeon? After we’ve been taken prisoner by fucking Variant?

He’s got balls, I’ll give him that much.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“I know you have. I could smell your need since we first set out on this fucking suicide mission. Beg me, Eilish. Tell me how much you want it.”

He’s a fucking fool, such that Dragan is a fucking fool. The Succubus wants to fuck all of us, so she can drain the life from us. Luckily for Baron, he doesn’t have any life to drain. I want to yell at him to stay the fuck away from her because she’s the reason we’re in Variant’s prison to begin with. But, I find myself silent.

And I find myself raptly listening.

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