Page 14 of Grave Devil
They don’t see him. They don’t know he’s here. Fuck.
Your time is almost up, dark one. I’m coming for you.
His voice is in my head, stabbing my brain like a thousand needles. I shiver. I convulse. But I cum.Again.
Draven is in front of me. He slows his rhythm, and I lift up and down, gently rocking as he softly twists the bottle in and out. We move as if we’re one unit—Aries behind me, massaging my nipples, Draven stretching me with the empty gin bottle.
But all I can see and feel is the devil who haunts me. Distant drums beat loud in my ears. I scream, and tears stream down my cheeks. I try to warn them, but they are oblivious. They are entranced by my pleasure and the way I take it.
And this also feedshim. The Skelker. My carnal arousal is his sustenance.
I lick a bead of sweat off my lip, and another one replaces it. The room is an inferno. Pitch-black except for those golden resinous eyes.
He comes closer, bare-chested, his muscles carved as if from stone. His robes drape behind him like shadows. His velvet pants hang low on his hips. This is not the body of a man. But the body of a god. No. A devil. The bones of his body protrude, pushed by his ribbed veins. And yet his skin is smooth and supple, pulled taut.
You will feel me soon.
My stomach drops.No. I shake my head. I try to scream, but my voice is nowhere to be found. And still I sway between Aries and Draven.
Until I can no longer lift my head. I slump back against Aries’s chest.
Skelker.
He’s at my side. His icy breath on my cheek, so cold it burns.
Will you be a good little whore for your devil too?
I claw at my own throat.Never.
I look forward to breaking you into submission… See you soon, dark one.
A burst of light blinds me as the room comes back into focus. The felt of the pool table burns my ass. I cry out. “Please…”
Draven pulls the bottle from my pussy and presses it against my mouth. “Wrap your lips around this and suck.”
My body is alight with need. But something tickles the back of my neck as a cold draft blows past me. He lurks.Watching. I moan as I mouth the bottle and let Draven fuck my throat with it.
Aries grabs a fistful of my hair, wrapping the ends around his wrist. “You’re putting on such a good show for us.”
This is the sweetest sabotage.The most brutal release. I cum again while they take turns fingering me. I close my eyes, drunk on gin and poison and the devil’s threats. Dizzy from ancient curses that threaten to enslave me.
They turn me over. They bend me and pull me in different directions. I’m on all fours. Aries buries his cock inside my pussy while Draven shoves his in my mouth. They slam into me, paddling me back and forth between them.
You owe me so much more than this.
Darkness covers me like a cloud. He is perverse. Intrusive. Unnatural. No.Leave me alone.
Draven threads his fingers through my hair as he thrusts his cock down my throat. I gag as copious amounts of saliva drool down my chin. “Mmm, my messy fucking lamb. I love how you choke on me.”
Aries slams into me hard from behind. “Ahhh, fuck. I’m cumming.” It runs down my legs, hot and milky. Slow and sticky like molasses.
I collapse. Aries scoops me off the table and carries me upstairs. Both he and Draven sandwich me between them in a sea of pillows and black satin sheets. I let them be selfish tonight. Everyone does. Bones and Nox allow them to play these games with me. But tomorrow there will be penance.
I will pray and scream and pound my fists on the Wishing Tree. I will beg him to release me. I hope that this will be the time that he agrees. Even though I know it’s foolish.
With each night, my fear grows. He looms closer.Skelker.
He will have to take because I will not give…
