Page 34 of Divine Violence
It was too much—they were too much. I could feel it rushing through my veins, all the way to the pit of my stomach and down through my folds, where Kairos relentlessly stroked, bit and caressed my skin as if the anger still didn’t shine in his eyes.
Alexander pressed his dick to my mouth and like a good girl, I opened, swallowing his head.
“Yes,” he hissed, working his hips, and pushing his dick deeper into my mouth. Dominic wrapped his hand around my throat, pressing his thumb against my pulse point, and as he increased the pressure, I exploded.
My body shook, my hands on Dominic, on Alexander, but neither one of them stopped what they were doing. My movements were uncoordinated, my body not my own, and I needed more.
So much more.
I could hear another zipper opening and the soft thump as the clothes fell, but I couldn’t move my head. I couldn’t see what was happening while Dominic held me in his chokehold.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Kairos purred, kissing the top of my thigh. “Such a wicked, little girl,” he murmured, pressing the crown of his dick to my opening. “You belong to us, Echo. You will always belong to us.”
I wanted to deny it. I wanted to stay and run at the same time, but they had me where they wanted me, and like a slave to my own desires, I let them. I let them do whatever the fuck they wanted to.
Kairos nudged his dick through my opening, and my body spasmed again, knowing what was about to come. He pressed one hand against my pelvis and in one sharp stroke, he entered me, filling me up to the brim.
I moaned against Alexander’s dick, squeezing Dominic tighter, all four of us groaning and moaning at the same time. Alexander increased his rhythm, Dominic fucked my hand, and Kairos slammed into me like a man possessed. As if he needed more, just like I did.
“Are you going to come for us, pretty girl?” Kairos asked just as Alexander moved away from me. “Are you going to explode around my cock like a good girl?”
“Y-Yes,” I moaned, throwing my head backward.
Dominic stepped aside just as Kairos lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he stood up with me in his arms and with his dick inside of me.
He pressed me against the altar, right next to the broken statue of Jesus. I would have laughed if I wasn’t overwhelmed with sensations.
My pussy squeezed his hard dick, needing him to move.
“Please,” I moaned as he laid me down on the flat surface. “Kairos!”
“Is this what you need?” he asked as he swiveled his hips, hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside of me.
“Yes!”
“No, you don’t get to have it nice and easy tonight,” he growled against my lips and pulled his dick almost all the way out, before slamming into me again. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Echo.” He bit down on my collarbone, marking me. “And you know what bad girls get?”
“Please,” I begged. “I’ll be a good girl.”
“Running away from us,” he grunted, slamming into me like a man possessed. “Revealing all of our darkest secrets.” Oh God. My pussy was spasming around him, my body readying itself for another avalanche. “Are you going to do that again?”
“No! Please.”
His fingers thrummed against my clit, bringing me closer and closer and closer—
“Fuck!” I screamed out. As I looked at the side, I saw Alexander and Dominic with their eyes on us, stroking each other.
My body betrayed me, vibrating, shaking as Kairos savagely chased his own release, murmuring sweet words into my ear, praising me, telling me how much he wanted to spank me for everything I had done. How much he wanted to kill me, but he couldn’t.
A lone tear escaped from my eye because I knew. I knew that this was the end. I knew they would truly hate me after the next part, and I wanted to hate myself as well.
Alexander and Dominic groaned, kissing each other as their cum covered their bodies—Dominic’s naked torso and Alexander’s clothes.
Kairos threw his head backward, the veins at his neck protruding as he screamed out my name, spilling inside of me.
I had to get away from him. I had to get away from all three of them.
But I couldn’t do that with him holding me so tightly as if he never wanted to let me go. My eyes zeroed in on one of the knives I’d left on the ground, I begged, prayed even, that I wouldn’t have to use it tonight.
