Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“You’re so perfect, Doe. The way your body bends and opens for us. Taking us all like a good girl.”
I choke and splutter as Abaddon pulls out of my mouth, desperately struggling for air. He peers down at me and smirks. “Don’t want you dead before we make use of you.”
Abaddon constantly mentions my death, but I’m uncertain if he’s doing it because he wants me dead or simply enjoys my reaction to his outrageous statements.
Abaddon steps away, and my eyes focus on Iblis. He’s standing by a tree, watching the scene before him, both a participant and an outsider. All three men are mad, but Iblis has a sadness about him that calls out to my soul. An invisible haunted pain lingers around him like a broken, battered halo.
I reach out to him, beckoning him forward. “Please,” I whisper.
Iblis hesitantly steps toward me, his brute nature completely wiped away, and all I see is a frightened child. The same fear of the unknown that I’ve experienced for most of my life is present in his colossal frame. In Iblis, I see a twin flame, a kindred spirit, and for a moment, my deal with these men is forgotten, and their acts of brute force become things of beauty.
When Iblis stands above me, I gaze into his eyes. I want to comfort him, but I’m unsure if he’ll accept it, so I do what I know he will take from me. “I want to taste you.”
Iblis replaces Abaddon, lowering himself to sit on my chest and filling my mouth with his cock. But unlike Abaddon, he doesn’t push down on me, enjoying my desperate search for air.
“Tell me if you need a break,” Iblis whispers.
He’s prioritizing my safety and comfort, displaying kindness and care. Through Iblis, I’m transported from a scene of pure carnal desire to the possibility of more.
“You’re so beautiful, Lamb,” Iblis hums as he holds my stare. “To those who are defiled and unbelieving, purity is an illusion, but as I look at you, I see Heaven and a chance to reach the gates of paradise. With you, there’s hope.”
Iblis shuts his eyes and turns his face to the night sky as the trees shield the four of us from the world. He groans as he thrusts into my mouth.
Large hands lift my body, groping the globes of my ass as I’m placed on top of a warm body. Cold liquid lands between my cheeks as fingers work around my anus. I freeze as a finger enters me but soon relax at the sensation. I’ve never had anal sex before, and I’m unsure what to expect, especially with these unhinged men. But there’s nothing forceful or painful as the tip of a cock slips into me, moving slowly at first and then picking up speed.
Another pair of hands spread my pussy, holding me open, exposing me to the cool of the night. Spit lands on my clit, and fingers work the saliva around, causing me to shiver.
“Such a perfect little cunt,” Abaddon groans as he slowly pushes his cock inside me.
I lie on the forest floor as three men whose faces I’ve never seen fill me so completely.
“You’re gonna be dripping for us, Cub. The perfect Twinkie,” Abaddon grunts.
As insane as he is, I enjoy his moments of lightheartedness. The glimmer of his playful nature springs up in the middle of his derangement. I smirk around Iblis’s cock before hollowing my cheeks to ensure he’s in the same state of bliss as me.
“Fuck,” they hiss in unison as they fuck me.
My body feels like it’s floating above me. I close my eyes and see stars, followed by new sensations igniting throughout me until my body convulses.
“Good girl,” Abaddon hisses. “Fuck, you feel so good coming around my cock.” He rubs my clit in slow, perfect circles that hold my orgasm on the edge. “But I think you’ve got another one for me.”
His cock curves perfectly within me, and I explode again as he releases into my pussy. Iblis cums in my mouth, and Asmodeus fills my ass.
Heavy breathing as our bodies tangle in the afterglow. At this moment, I forget about the men above, beneath, and beside me. They aren’t the beasts, at least not in this instant.
Iblis bends, his scent a mixture of peppermint and sugar. He smiles before he takes my mouth with his. A hot tongue scrapes against mine, lifting the cum that’s filled my mouth back into his. I wrap my arms around his neck and tug him closer into a passionate kiss. He pulls away, and my mouth remains open as he spits cum and our combined saliva back into my mouth, the sacrament of the unholy.
“Keep it open,” Iblis requests.
His demands are as brutal as the other two. He gets off me, stroking his cock directly above my head. I should take in my surroundings, but all I can focus on is Iblis. Something about him crawls under my skin, gnawing at me to dig deep and discover what lies beneath the surface.