Broken Halo: Fallen Angels Trilogy, Book One

by Marcel, Zoey

  Jude lowered to his knees. “Yes, that was the one I was thinking of. Such a clean, fragrant, dulcet ang-” he stopped suddenly as he looked up behind her and probably caught a warning look of some sort from Nimbus. “Lady.”

  Was he about to call her an angel? It had been a long time since she heard that word spoken, reminding her of the difference in their species. She hadn't heard the word demon in a while either. They were always in their human forms around her and her wings hadn't been outstretched since the evening Nimbus forbade her to spread them.

  In this unearthly fantasy set far apart from the rest of the world, reality seemed to vanish, taking with it all of the angels, demons and vampires that had originally been poised against each other. The lines of right and wrong had become blurred and left only very human looking men and women in their wake. But they weren't human and neither was she, though standing naked in this room with two sultry, chiseled men, she felt very human and prone to the inevitable sin that was very much interwoven into their natures.

  You are an angel, a little voice inside of her reminded her.

  Jude kissed her tits one at a time. His steely eyes met hers. “You are a woman.”

  Sonya gaped in shock. Had he read her mind? Was that some capability of soul devourers? Was he feeding off of her soul?

  Her taut nipples were each given a turn at slipping between his cool, supple lips and he sucked them gently in the cold, minty recesses of his hungry mouth. The distraction was enough to paralyze her, though her mind swarmed inquisitively at his telepathic ability.

  “Let go with us, Sonya. You know you want this as badly as we do,” Nimbus whispered into her ear as his rough, manly hands ran up and down her bare arms.

  She felt his erection brushing against her back and clouding her better judgment. The scent of expensive soap fused with the intoxicating musk of his cologne. A fragrance she always associated with him. It was like coming home every time she smelled it on him and he wrapped his arms around her.

  The feel of his warm skin against hers was mesmerizing and any chance of protesting the indulgent liaison they offered her had been shot to hell. She wanted this too much. She wanted to know what it felt like to have two men inside of her at once. It was bound to be phenomenal, but then again, they were hung rather generously so they might not even fit inside of her at once, even in opposing orifices.

  Nimbus kissed a sweltering trail of feather-light kisses down her smooth back while Jude continued to engage her breasts in a frigid suction that made her nipples pucker and tingle with the icy fire he bathed them in. It was heavenly and decadent to be pampered and loved on by two experienced men. They worked slowly and deliberately as though they had all night to please her. Wouldn't that be something – to go all night? She would probably die of nirvana.

  “That feels so good.” It did feel good, but she felt silly saying it. Of course it felt good. They were obviously reading her body language and knew what to do to satisfy her, but she had to say something in the heavy, scorching silence.

  Jude stood with a lusty half smile and started nibbling and sucking her ear while he tickled her clitoris. She gasped at the personal contact and her knees buckled, but Nimbus held her up. He was evidently kneeling on the floor behind her as he parted her globes and flicked his tongue against the puckered rosette they guarded. Her groan became more audible now and her breathing more ragged and desperate. They just might be the death of her.

  “You are a naughty, filthy girl, aren't you?” Jude taunted in her ear, “Only harlots permit two men to touch them intimately at once. Are you a harlot, Sonya?”

  His words sent a pool of heat to the pit of her stomach and an even hotter fire sparked in her nether region. Being called a prostitute shouldn't be as appealing as it was at the moment.

  Nimbus' grunt rumbled deep in his chest like a predatory growl as he fucked her ass with his tongue, evoking a wave of dark, sinful pleasure from his hot, damp caresses.

  “Oh, god, I'm going to come!” Sonya wailed in bliss.

  Jude removed his hand, smiling when she whined in protest. “Not until you answer my question.”

  She blushed. “I suppose I must be, though it wasn't my idea to do this. It was his.”

  He chortled. “So you are merely doing the bidding of your patrons?”

  She glowered at him. “That isn't what I meant.”

  He winked at her and teased her pulsing bud of nerves again. “Spoken like a true whore. Now come for me, wench.”

  Sonya wanted to fight her orgasm to show him for his insulting speech, but all she succeeded in showing him was how riled up they had gotten her. She came with little warning just after Jude inserted a finger into her vagina so it clenched around his digit while she came. Her anus sucked Nimbus' tongue and she had a subconscious fear that she would accidentally pull it off in the throes of her release. Then he would be tongueless and she couldn't hear his bewitching voice and she would have a tongue in her posterior. How dreadfully traumatic that would be for them.

  Nimbus didn't seem concerned by this, so she relaxed and when her climax subsided, his tongue came out still attached to his luscious mouth much to her relief.

  Jude grinned at her as though he had been aware of her thoughts.

  She flushed, head dropping in embarrassment as she realized he must indeed be psychic to a certain degree after all.

  Nimbus led her by the hand over to the exceptionally large bed. He lay down on his back and pulled her between his legs. He pushed her head down into his crotch which was teeming with the narcotic scent of his lust for her. “Pleasure me, girl.”

  Sonya was thrilled to put her mouth on him and utterly aroused that he forced her head into his genitals, demanding that she service him sexually. She kissed the tip of his rod and ran her tongue over his glans with her eyes lidded. She could already taste a hint of his salty pre-cum. She wiggled her tongue in his slit the way she knew he liked and tasted his primal essence more strongly now.

  Nimbus groaned with approval and she felt a keen sense of satisfaction at being the one he chose to allow to gratify him. He could have chosen any woman, but he wanted her. She sated the ache and hunger in him like no other. He had told her so before and it must have been true the way he kept her around and used her for his pleasure.

  Jude sat on his knees behind her, licking a snow-cold path up her spine so it prickled as though he had rolled ice along her skin to torment her. She arched into his attentive mouth, moaning when he slipped two lube-coated fingers into her anus to stretch and prepare her for her ravishment back there.

  Nimbus yanked her head down by her hair and shoved her face into his scrotum. His pubic hair tickled her nostrils, but he held her there, smothering her with his nuts until her lungs were drowning in the heady scent of him. “You are capable of multitasking, slave. I have seen it. Now pleasure me while Jude prepares you. Don't be selfish, girl. You must give us satisfaction too. This isn't just about you.”

  He released her head and she came up to breathe. “I'm sorry, master.”

  “You are forgiven. Now pay homage to my genitalia.”

  Sonya kissed his hirsute balls adoringly hoping to show through her kisses and touches how much he meant to her. How much she worshiped him, body and soul. She licked and suckled them gently, humming lightly on occasion so the vibrations buzzed on his sac and gave him the pleasure he deserved from her. He moaned loudly and the feral sound sparked a flame of desire in her core.

  “That's it; fuck my fingers, you dirty, little trollop,” Jude taunted.

  Sonya blushed, only half aware that she was riding his fingers with her rear.

  Nimbus yanked her up by her hair. “What is this, a demure, rosy hue in your copper cheeks? Are you blushing, Sonya? Is the virginal lady in you astounded by this brazen hedonism?”

  Her face burned with humiliation. “A little, master.”

  “Ladies were meant to be seduced.” He rolled her crinkled areola between his thumb and index finger,
making her whimper with a primitive need she knew he would sate if she behaved herself, “You are pushing into my hand because you are a wanton little strumpet, aren't you?”

  She moaned at the offensive title that had her dizzy with lust for him. “Yes, master.”

  He released her breast and pulled her down on top of him suddenly, making her cry out with a start. It was impossible to think of controlling her erratic breathing when he held her naked body against his in this close, private manner.

  His palm ran up her nape sensuously and the way his long, thick fingers played with her hair was soothing. The calluses on the pads of his fingers provided a rough edge to his touches that let her know he was as much her master as he was her lover.

  “Are you my whore, Sonya?” His searing tone burned her alive.

  “Yes, master.”

  “Say it.”

  His palms cupped her breasts possessively, backing up the credibility of his claim. His hands sizzled against her taut breast tissue. “I'm your whore.”

  “Yes, you are. Now suck me like one.”

  Sonya kissed his well-built chest and lapped at his nipples until they peaked beneath the attention she gave them. She covered his washboard abs in a series of warm, wet kisses and nuzzled his rigid shaft against the softness of her cheek with her eyes closed. His stalk was solid like steel, but the velvet encasing it felt soft as down against her skin. It was the most beautiful conundrum she had ever witnessed.

  Nimbus panted beneath her skill. He taught her everything she now knew; how to please a man and how to take pleasure in one. She licked the crown before sinking down on his prick with her steamy mouth.

  He moaned with more than a little elation as he thrust up gently into her mouth at parts and other moments just lay there and let her perform fellatio on him.

  The hard, hot taste of his masculine sexuality was to die for. Sonya gripped the root and pumped him gently while she suckled his manhood as close to the base as she could get and swirled her tongue around the shaft on her ascension.

  Jude continued to scissor his digits inside of her until he had four fingers up her, loosening her for the coming penetration. His flattened palm rubbing her back left goose-bumps in its chilly wake.

  “Such a lovely ass,” he cooed.

  Nimbus' jagged breathing and muffled curses told Sonya that he was enthralled with her. “Stop. Lick my ass.”

  She smiled when she saw the glistening tear of pre-cum emitting from the slit. He was close to losing it and didn't want to blow before he entered her.

  She teased his perineum before venturing lower to his spread butt cheeks. She kissed the globes, still timid about performing orally on him back there. She had done it once or twice on him, but the act always seemed so animalistic and degrading somehow. Strangely it was this same knowledge that made her swoon with exhilaration whenever he commanded she play with him there. He made her an object and his plaything and oddly she found it fiercely titillating.

  “Mm, that's it, girl. Tongue my ass like a dog,” he instructed her in an uneven voice. His control was slipping...because of her.

  Jude snickered. “She is not unlike a bitch in heat, is she?”

  “She is a mindless, horny animal who wants only to please her mate and to be fucked by a hungry male. Isn't that right, bitch?” Nimbus asked.

  Sonya felt feverish. Now she was his bitch. A wild animal relying purely on gut instincts and hormones with no conscience or soul to stand in the way of what she wanted and what he demanded she give him. It was the ultimate descent from humanity and it consumed her more completely than it probably should have. He had complete control over her now and he knew it. She knew it and while it scared her to death, the revelation overwhelmed her with a potent sense of helplessness, leaving her with no choice but to admit that it was too late to run or hide. Nimbus had her body and soul and they knew she would never regain the control or identity she somehow lost to him. She would never have possession of herself again, because he possessed her completely now and quite likely forever...like a demon.

  “Screw my ass with your tongue, you filthy animal,” he panted. “You would do anything for sexual gratification wouldn't you, my little trollop?”

  Sonya moaned while she tongued his anus, even as his damning words disturbed her. They weren't true, but in this moment she became ensnared by the taste of expensive soap and private male flesh that was distinct in this region. He tasted clean and unique, but it always made her nervous when he clenched his buttocks and his anus gripped her tongue.

  “Is she lubricated?” Nimbus asked.

  “She is,” Jude replied.

  Nimbus pulled her up and had her straddle him. She whimpered like a helpless puppy when he rolled his glans in her sex juices and against her sensitized clit.

  Jude rolled on a sheath from behind her.

  She felt a swell of hope rising in her chest. Nimbus never wore one with her, yet he made Jude wear one. Did Nimbus wish to be the only man who got to experience her without a barrier? She was special to him and that made her feel cherished and valuable.

  Nimbus parted her delicate folds and pierced slowly into her slick channel. They gasped at the rush brought on by the penetration. He parted her globes for Jude, who eased into her bottom gently.

  Sonya mewled in pain at the fierce burn of his staff forcing her anal tissues apart to make room for him. Once he advanced beyond her protesting sphincter muscles, the pain lessened and became mere discomfort.

  She trembled from the overwhelming experience of having two men inside of her at once. She had never tried anything like this before. She could feel both of their erections pressed against one another, separated only by a thin membrane inside of her that served as the division between her cunt and rectum. If she could feel them inside of her like this they could probably feel each other as well. The idea was wicked – delightfully wicked.

  “Oh damn,” Nimbus groaned. “You feel so good, Sonya.”

  “She does,” Jude agreed with a feral grunt as both men held still inside of her, allowing her to get used to the invasion.

  “Are you all right?” Nimbus asked.

  Sonya nodded, at a loss for words when faced with the guilty pleasure they offered her that she was too weak to refuse. This is wrong, the tiny fragments that were left of her conscience whispered to her in her subconscious. However, the amorous expression of indulgence written in Nimbus' sparkling green eyes made her forget the opposing whisper in the back of her mind and she gave herself over to her captors in a state of complete acceptance of the promiscuous fate they swore to plunge her into.

  They moved inside of her slowly at first, alternating thrusting and retreating between themselves for her comfort and enjoyment. The raunchy sounds the trio made during their racy tryst sang of a wanton savagery as they ravished each other and gave into their most primitive urges.

  “I feel so full,” she whimpered, “I don't think I can handle this.”

  “You will because I desire you to,” Nimbus ground out breathlessly. “I'm going to make you come so hard you will squeeze our cocks like the wayward little hussy you are. You like cock, don't you, whore?”

  She purred at the way he degraded her with his words. “Yes.”

  “You like sucking it and moaning like a harlot, while being scandalized in your sweet, dripping pussy, don't you? You like taking it up your ass and you are so greedy for cock you can't even wait for us to take turns with you. You have to have us both at once. You would take three if you could. Take one in your mouth if we had another man in here, wouldn't you, whore?”

  Sonya sobbed when he rolled the pad of his finger in slow, sensual circles on her plump, juicy clit. It wouldn't take anything to make her come tonight. She was too aroused to think of resistance. “Yes. Oh, please don't touch me. It will feel too good if I come.”

  He rubbed her faster, nearly pushing her over the edge. “I want you to come, slave. You do not dictate how and when I touch you. I decide that. You
r orgasm and your fate are in my hands, aren't they, woman?”

  “Yes, master.” She was so close.

  “Damned right they are and I can do whatever I wish with you regardless of whether or not you want me to.”

  Sonya wailed in euphoria at his power over her. She could finish off of his taunting alone if he kept this up, but his finger ensured that her climax would come twice as swiftly.

  “Look into my eyes, my fallen angel,” he growled.

  She was scared that the tumbling fields of green in his eyes had become the orange flames of hellfire, reminding her of the creature he truly was.

  “I have accepted you completely and now you are going to accept me.” He stopped stroking her clitoris to deny her the release that would distract her from his speech, “I'm not a man or an angel. I'm an incubus and I want you to look into my eyes and know who possesses your soul. I want you to take me into your body knowing what I am and accepting me completely.”

  She tried to move, but she was sandwiched between their rock-hard, masculine bodies and Nimbus rubbed her clit again to chase away any thoughts of escape she entertained. “Nimbus, you are scaring me.”

  Jude jabbed fiercely into her bottom, making her cry out in pain. “Call him master.”

  Nimbus yanked her head down so her face was only inches from his and she was forced to look into his soulless, glaring orange eyes. “I want you to come for me knowing that you lost control over a demon. I want you to live with the dark, unforgiving truth that you brought two unholy beings release in your sinful thirst for sexual pleasure. You are very much like us, Sonya, and you aren't even a demon yet. Now come for me, my soon to be blood mate.”

  Sonya screamed as her orgasm slammed into her body with amazing force. She couldn't believe how strong it was, or how afraid she had suddenly become even as she was showered in unprecedented ecstasy. She convulsed against their strong, male bodies as the waves of fire and electricity burned through her feminine body and ravaged her with forbidden sensations that were as haunting as they were spellbinding.

  The men gasped and grunted as her climax triggered theirs from the manic way her pussy and ass sucked onto their turgid cocks. They emptied their balls into her. She couldn't feel Jude's cum since he wore a barrier, but she felt the hot, binding flood of Nimbus' seed as he sprayed it into her womb. She became suddenly terrified of the possibility of having his baby - a demon child, an angelic, demonic hybrid. God forbid.