Page 16 of Love Her Ruin
James frees his cock, thick and heavy, and straddles her head on the bed. He takes her face in his hands and tilts it at the angle he wants.
“Open wide, Prayer.” He shoves in, fucking her mouth with rough snaps, balls slapping her chin as she gags around him. “That’s it, choke on my cock like the dirty slut ye are.”
The sight barrels need through me. I reach under his spread legs, my knuckles grazing the underside of his balls, and grab her throat. James groans and pumps into her mouth faster, his hips pistoning. The shadows enhance my grip around her neck,squeezing just enough to restrict her air as I slam into her cunt fully.
She gasps around James’s dick, her body convulsing, the breath play making her clench hard around me. Her pussy tightens rhythmically, milking my cock as I struggle not to blow just yet.
“You like being choked while I pound this wet cunt?” I growl, thrusting brutally, my balls smacking her ass.
Each thrust drives James’s cock deeper into her mouth, and I can feel the vibration of her gagging through our connected bodies.
She moans, muffled, her hips bucking wildly. Azhrael manifests his shadow-cock, long and scaled and covered fiery veins, and positions it at her ass.
Just his cock, not his body. He’s maintaining his form near the ceiling, a watchful god, but his dick is here, real and cold and demanding.
“Take us all,” I command, and he pushes in, making her scream around James’s shaft, a high, strangled sound of overwhelming fullness.
I can feel Azhrael’s cock in her ass, rubbing against mine through the thin wall of tissue, the friction driving me mad. The sensation is overwhelming—heat and cold, fullness and friction, her body stretched to its limits around all of us. We are a unit, a single possession inside her.
I tighten my chokehold, timing it with my thrusts, letting her gasp for a thin sip of air only when I allow it. Her face turns red, veins popping, but her cunt floods with each release of pressure, a hot gush that coats my balls. The bed beneath us is soaked, the sheets clinging to her skin.
“Come for us now,” I order, my voice rough with strain.
She explodes, her pussy gushing around my cock in a hot, messy, black squirt that soaks my thighs and the bed. Theorgasm rips through her, her body convulsing, her screams muffled by James’s cock.
But I don’t stop. I fuck her through it, denying the afterglow, building her right back up to another orgasm. The overstimulation makes her writhe, her cries turning desperate and broken.
“Switch with me,” I say, pulling out of her dripping cunt with a wet pop.
James takes my place, slamming into her with savage force, while I move to her mouth. I position myself over her head so I can see all of her, witness everything we’re doing to her, and then fuck her throat until tears stream from under the blindfold. Her mouth is slack, used, but she sucks me greedily, her tongue working as best it can.
I lean over, kissing and licking my way down her belly to her clit while she keeps swallowing my cock.
Azhrael stays in her ass, his shadows taking turns whipping her tits and teasing her nipples into stiff peaks.
James cuts her again, a line down her hip that bisects a cigar-shaped scar, and we take turns licking it. Shadows seep in, the blood play making her writhe. While I lap from her, I reach down to collect a slick of her cum from her thigh and suck it from my fingers. The taste of her blood is metallic, primal, and it mixes with the taste of her cunt on my lips.
We’re all marked by her now, bound by blood and cum and shadow.
I pull out of her mouth and then line myself up between her legs next to James. I push in alongside him, and she screams as we double-stuff her pussy, stretching her impossibly, while Azhrael keeps taking her ass.
The vulgar, wet sounds fill the room, her holes gaping and slurping around us. I can feel James’s cock beside mine, the heat and friction, the way her cunt struggles to accommodate us both.It’s tight, almost too tight, a breathtaking pressure, but she takes it, her body yielding.
She was made for this, for us.
Her entire body quakes as another orgasm rips through her, leaving the sheets a sopping mess. But her cunt is still clenching, still hungry, a vise of need.
We’re all close. I can feel it—James’s ragged breathing hitting my shoulder, Azhrael’s shadows pulsing, my own control fraying into pure sensation.
Seconds later, we come together. James and I erupt inside her cunt, hot cum flooding her, while Azhrael spills into her ass. We push it in with our final, grinding thrusts and shadows, stuffing her full of our seed.
She collapses, spent, her body limp. We release her gently, the shadows dissolving, the blindfold vanishing. She’s covered in blood, cum, sweat, and tears. A masterpiece of use, fucked raw and ready to destroy.
We hold her, the three of us surrounding her, our bodies pressed against hers on the bed. Her breathing evens out, deep and slow, as exhaustion claims her. She’s asleep within minutes, her face peaceful for the first time in a long time, nestled in the crook of my arm, James’s hand on her hip, Azhrael’s chill a blanket over us all.
The hunt awaits in her dreams. But for now, she’s ours.
Chapter 9
