Page 221 of Bonds of Hercules
Arthur Miller whispered in my ear, “Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.”
Augustus cupped my breasts gently—thumbs dragging over my nipples. “Be a good girl, my sweet carus.”
“I tend to praise.”
“Obey me,” Kharon said darkly. “Or we leave the shower, and this is over.”
I lowered myself to my knees.
“So obedient,” Augustus whispered warmly. “So perfect.”
Kharon moved around me, tracing his fingertips along blue diamonds, until he stood beside Augustus.
Water coursed over them; steam tendrilled along their shoulders; they were malefic, ethereal beings.
Kharon looked down at me with a lacerating sneer; Augustus smiled.
They were both exposed before me.
Where Augustus’s cock was thick with metal pierced through the head, Kharon’s was longer and veiny. One was bronzed with a dark tip, the other ruddy and maroon.
In the faint candlelight, both had scarlet script written across their left thighs.
I squinted at the words, trying to read them—weeks ago I’d thought they were streaks of blood.
They had matching tattoos.
Candlelight flickered, mixing with water, obscuring what the ink said.
“Open your mouth.” Kharon overenunciated each word.
I obeyed.
Kharon gripped his dick and pulled it down, holding it above my parted lips.
I leaned forward and steadied myself on his thighs—scar tissue on his right leg, smooth skin on his left.
Kharon gently gathered my wet curls up into a ponytail with his right hand. He held it back from my face, grasping his cock tightly with his skeleton-tattooed fingers—he leaned forward and traced the weeping tip over my lips.
A barely there touch—we both moaned from pleasure.
“Suck. Hollow out your cheeks—useyour tongue. No teeth.” Kharon’s pale stomach bunched as he flexed.
It wasn’t a question.
Kharon pushed himself into my mouth with tender gentleness.
Holding on to his thighs, I took him deeper, choking on the size as I tried to obey. From his rapturous expression, he didn’t mind my lack of finesse.
“You’re doing so amazing,” Augustus praised as he stood next to Kharon, watching me, while he gripped the base of his dick and stroked slowly along the thickness.
My core fluttered.
Kharon waited patiently, holding himself still as he let me explore. Licking, I traced the silky vein on the underside. Teasing back and forth with my tongue, I enjoyed the velvety soft surface.
Water streamed down my face like tears.
I tried to suck him deep, but choked again.
