Authors: Zoey Marcel
Nimbus
knelt beside her, still clothed. “You can do this.”
“I
already feel so full. What if they puncture my organs?”
He
grinned. “They won't. Only the heads will be in each hole. I won't let them
hurt you.”
She
purred when he played with the dark, silken strands of her black hair. “They
are well-endowed. What if I bite them?”
Dakarai
winked down at her from where he stood before her. “Pain is good.”
The
vampire next to him glowered at Sonya. “I prefer to give pain. If you bite me,
I will bite back.”
That
didn't exactly ease the woman's comfort. Nimbus rubbed her back. “You can do
this and you will, because I want you to. They will be gentle with you.”
Sonya
nodded and placed a hand on them for support while she took their crowns into
her mouth.
Nimbus
stepped back to take in the illicit view. Beautiful was an understatement. The
sight proved spellbinding, the epitome of pure decadence. To see something so
pure and innocent brought down to such a dark, sinful place and revel in being
defiled brought him to the pinnacle of fulfillment. The image of seven bodies
moving together as one carnal entity was breathtaking. Sweat and arousal
trickled down their writhing bodies. The scent of sex filled the air. The
sounds of abandon filled his ears. This was his idea of heaven.
One
of his most perverse fantasies was coming true tonight. Seeing his angel
violated and used by multiple diabolical creatures at once couldn't possibly
leave anyone involved unscathed. She would either come out of this traumatized
or exhilarated, but there was no way she would be untouched by it. It seemed
ironic how his dirtiest dream was her worst nightmare.
The
way their staffs silenced her whimpers and moans thrilled him. She couldn't
escape even if she wanted to. His little hussy had so many cocks crammed up her
there was no chance of her moving unless they permitted it. She was forced to
submit to their wills and ultimately his will since he had arranged this.
He
reveled in the various emotions he sensed coming from Sonya. There was
confusion over how to react to such a perversion, fear of being hurt and used
by the enemy and an almost insatiable lust that gloried in being made to
surrender to such a wicked indulgence. What complex feelings she was
experiencing - all the better to feed him with.
Nimbus
knew the minute it hit her. He saw her eyes widen and felt her spirit quake
with horror. There were six men using her and she had wondered where the
seventh man would come in to make it the Seven Debaucheries. Now she knew the
truth: she was the seventh debauchery. The woman being used by the six men was
the seventh, the key that made this position possible, the one enabling her
partners. They may be debasing her, but she was the individual uniting them all
together in perfect sin and depravity with her body.
Nimbus
would be unable to read her mind until he mated her, but he knew what she was
feeling. There in the kingdom of darkness, lying naked in the arms of demonic
lovers, the scales fell from her eyes. She could see what he had known all
along: souls may be led astray by deception or temptation, but ultimately it
was by choice. No one could be forced from the light; they must choose to step
into the darkness. She wasn't fallen because they made her that way. She was
fallen because she chose to be. She was like them and she was the reason why.
Sonya
tried to move, but only succeeded in repositioning her hands an inch from where
they were before. Her lust-crazed partners would probably interpret the
movement as an endeavor toward comfort, if they even noticed at all. Nimbus
knew better. She was struggling, trying to escape them and the truth, but she couldn't.
It would follow her, haunt her.
He
approached and knelt beside her. She would either view him as a beast moving in
for the kill, or making an attempt to console her. The reality was he was
merely presenting her with the only temptation she couldn't resist: true love.
It was once her greatest strength and now her greatest weakness. People always
expected to be attacked where they were weakest, but seldom did they expect the
enemy to use their strengths against them.
Her
strength was unconditional love and it was the reason she fell. Compassion was
the reason she lost her soul. Love was the reason she lost her virginity and
gave him her blind allegiance. Love was the reason she would accept the bite
that would change her forever.
Nimbus
snaked his fingers through her hair. Her fragrance was sweet and floral like
honeysuckle. Her hair would undoubtedly smell like sex as well by the time they
were finished with her. He barely touched her clit, grinning when she flinched.
Their cocks and bodies held her in place, forcing her to take what they gave
her and accept the orgasm Nimbus was determined to give her.
Sonya
mewled as he stimulated her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Stop
fighting it,” he murmured, “you are past the point of no return. There is no
going back now. You are going to come. You are not going anywhere. We have you
in our hands.”
Her
eyes widened and her nostrils flared as she took in his words. She knew damned
well they carried a double meaning. This was about more than just her climax;
it was about her soul.
“I
have you, Sonya. I always have.” He licked her cheek, catching the single tear
of shock and acceptance that rolled down. Her final kiss goodbye to the life
she left behind. Her reluctant but inevitable embrace of the life before her -
the life she chose.
She
choked on a gasp as her body began to tense and the men below kneaded her
breasts.
“That's
it,” Nimbus lulled, “give yourself over completely. Come into the darkness.
Embrace the sin.”
Sonya
moaned as spittle trickled from the corners of her mouth while she performed
fellatio on two men at once. She looked like a greedy, dirty whore stuffing
herself with cocks to satisfy her lewd appetite. She also looked like a victim
being objectified by dominant men who sought to cheapen her as they used her
body to sate their own lusts. Both views thrilled him.
Nimbus
felt the tiny tremors in her body announcing the end. He rolled her clit in
slow, sensual circles. She would come hard, but the soft ripples washing over
her would be gentle and deliberate. She would feel every wave of pleasure
flowing through her. Feel every spark of fire scorching her blood and veins
until her organs came alive inside of her. They would throb with sexual
awareness once he brought them to life.
“I
can already feel you starting to turn, Sonya,” he whispered in her ear, “My
sweet fallen angel. Come for the one you serve. Worship me with your orgasm.”
Sonya
shuddered and convulsed as the release swept through her body and soul. The
spasms of her pussy and her clenching ass sucked the erections of her partners,
whilst the two pricks in her mouth drowned out her screams. She was completely
lost to the pleasure and his forbidden words. Watching her come so hard and the
powerful climaxes of the males with her, something happened to Nimbus that he
had never experienced before: he came in his pants without any stimulation
whatsoever. The sight of his lady in the throes of passion was enough to send
him over. One truth made him come long and hard. She was his – Sonya was his.
Chapter Eight
Broken
Sonya
was drowning in elation. She had never been touched in so many places at once
before, never squeezed so many erections while coming before this. There were
so many hands on her guiding her in salacity and so much semen being poured
into her body. She had never felt so full in her life. Her body shuddered as
she milked their cocks. The way she was crammed to the hilt with their meaty
flesh and unable to contract her holes completely while coming felt phenomenal.
It
sounded like Nimbus came too, though it was impossible to determine in the
madness. The men disengaged and walked off, clearly done with her as they were
now sated. Sonya collapsed on the floor panting. She wanted nothing more than
to bathe and sleep right now, but that was only six of his twenty friends.
She
smiled when she saw the wet spot on Nimbus' pants. He had come from watching
her. She was too exhausted to lift her arm, but she caressed his finger with
hers. Her heart soared with joy when his finger entwined with hers in a warm,
welcoming embrace. She was his. Disappointment crashed through her when he
broke the connection they shared by standing and walking away from her. She
didn't know which word came out of her mouth: Nimbus or master, only that she
needed to get him back.
Someone
flipped her onto her back nearly knocking the wind out of her. It was a burly
brute whose body was dominated by muscle. A wild gasp tore from her throat when
he jabbed his manhood deep inside of her. Two others lay next to her wanting
her to grope them to release. She let the trio use her body for their pleasure,
but this batch didn't see to hers. They each ejaculated on her breasts and face
when they were finished.
The
next group coaxed her into a position that made her groan in protest. Her arms
were shaky and weak from trying to hold herself up on all fours while one man
moved in her vagina, another in her bottom and the third used her mouth. Her
knees were raw and sore from grinding into the hard, stone floor while they
used her long and hard. They saw to her pleasure as well as theirs and finished
inside of her. They lowered her to the cool, stone floor when they were
finished and she felt semen running from her orifices while the cum on her face
and chest was smeared from being sandwiched between her skin and the floor.
Sonya
silently cursed the next male who positioned her on her suffering knees and
plunged forcefully into her anus. Two lads in front of her tapped their organs
against her face expectantly. Her lips were swollen and bruised from all the
hard sucking, so she stimulated one by hand while suckling the other and then
switched. Her jaw was too tired to even fathom taking both into her mouth at
once as she had the first ones. She swallowed the seed of the one in her mouth
and the other ejaculated onto her face. It felt sticky and gooey. She hoped she
could clean herself before it became dry and flaky.
The
male pulled out of her backside and shot his cum onto her buttocks. They laid
her face-down on the floor and walked off.
Sonya
gritted her teeth. If one more man sprayed his seed on her and dropped her to
the floor as though she was nothing...she felt a swell of heat in her stomach
and veins as she considered this.
I'm
nothing.
Her womb trembled and the floor suddenly felt like a lover
caressing her naked body. She pressed her crotch harder against it and moaned.
She was covered in semen and filled with it. She was nothing to them save a
vessel for pleasure and the slave of her master. Why did this please her so
much?
A
pair came over and one slid his stalk between her feet while the other squished
her tits around his tool and sought his release. The stimulation felt awkward
but delicious. The one at her bosom must have been psychic. He kindly turned
his penis so he came on her neck and the floor instead of her face.
“Nothing,”
he agreed in a hushed murmur.
His
sensual smile was memorable as he objectified her. She felt as though she would
come from the insult. His words stroked her pulsating clitoris, but then she
realized it was a finger.
“Come
for me, pig. Squeal,” the stranger lulled.
Sonya
wasn't sure if she squealed, but the orgasm definitely coaxed noises of elated
defeat from her.
Two
men brought her to her feet and penetrated her vaginally and anally. They had
several inches of height on her so they wrapped her legs around the waist of
the first and kept her sandwiched between them while they used her. The heat of
their bodies burned her alive as did the derogatory names they whispered
tenderly to her. They finished in her body, joining their seed with that of
their predecessors. They lowered her to the floor gently when they were done.
The
last man masturbated in front of her. She expected him to come on her as some
of the others had, but he came on the floor instead and demanded she lick it
up. The idea of eating his cum off the floor made her squeamish. Why couldn't
he have simply finished in her mouth, or on her body like the other swine? She
lapped up his cream quickly before it became gooey and intolerable, but he
misread it for greed and taunted her. The insults made her blush and feel
dirty, but when she saw her master's satisfied smile she was more than happy to
be demeaned for his pleasure.
After
the most serious bath of her life, Sonya slept like a baby in a large,
luxurious bed with Nimbus. He didn't take her like she originally hoped he
would, but she felt so exhausted and oversexed by the end of the night that she
was fine with that. It was enough to be sleeping in a bed with him again while
he held her and whispered sweet nothings to her.
***
Sonya
was permitted to walk around by herself the following day without being put to
work or locked in the dungeon. She felt giddy that her master seemed to trust
her enough to leave her unrestrained and temporarily unsupervised.
She
heard voices coming from one of the rooms and crept toward the open door. She
hid in the shadows of the hallway and saw one of Jude's slave girls, Less, tied
to a bedpost with her back to him while he stoked a pit of hot coals. He tossed
a few small stones into the glowing embers and it surprised Sonya that the
woman was actually clothed for once.
“Why?”
Jude asked her.
“I
already told you I don't love him, Papa. I want to be a teacher,” Less' voice
sounded broken and convincing for role playing, but their exchange of words
told Sonya they were acting together.
“I
don't believe you. You hate to speak in public and you have always had your
heart set on marriage. Why is the Earl not enough for you? Are you an ingrate,
daughter?” He collected one of the stones from the coals with a handkerchief
and dropped it down the back of her dress, holding it in place against her skin
with the handkerchief shielding his hand.
Less
shrieked in anguish. “Please, Papa! Don't make me say it!”
“The
truth, dear girl. I gave you life and raised you. Surely you can speak honestly
with me after all these years?” Jude waited for her answer which was
undoubtedly rehearsed.
“I
want you, Papa.”
He
removed the stone from her dress and tossed it back into the pit. “I know. I
have seen the way you look at me. You are inflamed for me, aren't you?”
“Yes,”
Less sobbed.
Jude
untied her and turned her toward him. “You feel guilty, I suppose.”
She
nodded, eyes closed.
He
angled her chin so she met his gaze. “But you shouldn't. Your feelings are far
from unrequited. Why do you suppose I'm so desperate to marry you off? Ignoring
reality hasn't proven successful. Perhaps fighting is not the answer.”
She
gasped when he kissed her. Her hands were shaking and she staggered backward a
little when he let go of her. “Y-you kissed me.”
Either
Less was a terrific actress, or she was genuinely stunned by the intimate
gesture. Sonya knew Jude slept with his slaves, but she had a feeling he reserved
kissing for other conquests so as to deny his slaves the bonding connection
through kissing.
He
led her by the hand over to a chair and unfastened her dress with her facing
him. “Undress me.”
“We
mustn't,” Less protested.
“Do
you wish for a spanking?”
“No,
Sir.”
“I'm
still your father. Now do as I say.”
Sonya
was revolted and fascinated by the couple as they unveiled one another and Jude
pulled her on top of him while he sat in the chair.
“Do
you like what you see?” he asked.
“Very
much.” Less moaned when he penetrated her. The session only lasted for a few
minutes before the finale.
“I'm
going to fill you with my seed,” Jude ground out. “You will make a fine wife
someday.”
“Oh
Papa, I'm coming!” she whimpered. They panted and gasped as they writhed
against one another and trembled with ecstasy.
“Then
again, perhaps I shall keep you around,” he said breathlessly.
“Oh,
yes! I need that.”
“Your
father's cock is soaked with our pleasure. You must clean it with your mouth.”
“Oh,
thank you.”
Sonya
didn't know which was more perverted: their raunchy coupling, or the fact that
she spied on them and was suddenly drenched with dew because of it. She crept
away before running down a corridor. She didn't know where she was going, only
that she needed to be alone. She needed to stop the pounding ache. She was
breathing pretty heavily by the time she stopped running and braced herself
against the wall. She slipped her finger into her décolletage and massaged her
bosom with one hand while the other raised the hem of her dress and palmed her
saturated quim. She had lain with twenty men last night, yet her slit was
dripping with lust. How insatiable was she?
She
thought she heard a noise and stopped to listen. Nothing. She moved her other
hand to rub the firm, swollen nub of her clitoris while the other plunged into
her vagina. She didn't understand this, any of it; she only knew she needed it.
The
scene she had just witnessed which had driven her to do this, faded into the
image of her and Nimbus. The forbidden called to her. She imagined him filling
her and biting her - an angel and a demon mating and becoming one flesh, one
spirit. The idea used to appall her and perhaps in reality she would never
bring herself to fully accept it. But fantasy was an open playground.
In
her mind she surrendered everything to him – her body, her soul. They were
rolling in a bed on satin sheets as flames grew up around them. Soon they were
floating above the flames – she with white wings and he with black. She
straddled his lap as they made love. His fiery orange eyes and horns which
suddenly appeared weren't the deterrent she would have expected. The darkness
in his nature called to her as the light in hers called to him. His pleasure
was in taking her innocence away as hers was in losing it to him. In her
fantasy they were in hell, both of them damned.
Her
twisted thoughts scared her, made her gasp at her lack of remorse, but in the
end it was this very image of losing her soul that sent her orgasm shuttling
through her body like a swarm of locust destroying all reason and morality in
its path. Her cry strangled in her throat as if reaching out for the light only
to be pulled back down into darkness and bathed in the unholy fire consuming
her body. Her release washed over her fingers and trickled down her inner
thighs like a much needed thundershower drenching a barren wasteland. And she
was every bit as desperate as a desert for the rain of lust washing over her.
The thunder rolled in her womb, shaking her organs awake until they cried out
with life. The lightning flashed like a white-hot fire gushing through her
veins, nearly driving her to her knees in awe.
It
was a very good thing Nimbus wasn't here, or she would have given him her very
soul. Once the haze cleared she would be capable of sanity and reason again,
but in this renewing afterglow she could think of nothing but complete oneness
with him, the consequences be damned. In this moment, she could understand him.
She now comprehended another type of love. The dark, possessive love he once
spoke of, one that pursued its desire regardless of the repercussions.