by Zoey Marcel
Sonya swallowed nervously as Drakkar walked forward with her.
“She tried to take me out, but I discouraged her, didn't I, bitch?”
She found a fleeting renewal of courage. “Hello, Jude. I suppose you're the male Drakkar wants to sleep with.”
Jude blinked in surprise. “Did he tell you that?”
She smiled with vindictive achievement when she felt Drakkar's hand tighten around her arm as he glared down at her as if to shut her up. “Yes, he interviewed me and other women so he could hire someone to pretend to be his girlfriend. His plan was to have a threesome with you so he could get you naked in his bed.”
“You shut your fucking mouth!” Drakkar yelled.
Jude scowled and rolled his eyes. “For god's sake, Drakkar, I've told you before I'm completely straight. Why don't you go off and haunt that church-loving werewolf you keep boasting you claimed long ago?”
Drakkar grinned. “That persistent bastard keeps trying to hunt me down and kill me. I haven't seen him in a long time, though. Next time I run into him I'll have to make a man out of him. I bet that will eat his conscience up inside.”
“You shouldn't claim people against their will,” Sonya found herself saying before snapping her mouth shut. She was clearly outnumbered.
“I think we should fuck her brains out,” Drakkar suggested.
“I second that notion,” Delilah agreed.
Jude's lips curved up into a wicked smile. “Yes, but first I must give her a sound thrashing with my bamboo cane.”
Shadows of terror assailed her and Sonya tried to run, but Drakkar held her still, making it look so effortless to restrain her even though she struggled with all her might to free herself.
“You're not going anywhere, angel girl. We have big plans for you. If you're a good girl we'll let you come,” he promised in a dark, seductive tone that scared her.
“I don't want to come.”
Jude's face was a threshold of primitive evil as he headed across the room and moved a table to the center of the main lobby. “Then you shall come long and hard and as many times as we dictate.”
She shuddered at his threat, hoping they were unable to get her off. If she enjoyed a union with demons she was screwed.
“Alfred, my cane,” Jude ordered.
The old butler nodded and went to retrieve it. “Very good, Sir.”
Delilah rolled her eyes with a smile. “Always the violent, angry one, aren't you, Jude? Personally, I think we should touch her gently beforehand so she relaxes a bit. Look at her shaking. She's scared out of her mind.”
“Good,” Jude said curtly.
Drakkar shook his head. “She's right, Jude. I'm all for beating her, but my cock needs immediate relief.”
“Fine.” Jude glanced over at Delilah. “You can play with her first and after a sound beating, Drakkar and I will take her.”
Sonya gaped at him in horror and jerked against Drakkar's life-sucking hold on her arm. “No! I won't let you!”
“Won't let us what, Sonya? Won't let us break your vow? But how will you stop us?” Jude taunted.
Now she remembered why she hated him so much.
“Congratulations by the way,” he said.
“On what?”
“On getting pregnant.” His crystal-blue eyes mocked her fright and his pants tented suddenly at the way she trembled.
“How did you know?”
“I'm a soul devourer remember? When I feed off of souls I gain intimate knowledge. Of course, I can't feed off yours since Nimbus claimed you, but I can still detect life inside of you.”
Delilah smiled. “Congratulations. Who's the happy father?”
Jude folded his arms with a threatening look of jubilee. “Shame on you, Sonya, for getting knocked up by a vampire.”
She'd forgotten he was psychic as well to a certain degree.
Delilah gaped at this before grinning. “Oo, somebody's in trouble.”
“I didn't know he was a vampire,” Sonya explained.
“You're still damned,” Delilah told her with a careless shrug.
Sonya shook her head frantically, needing desperately to refute her words and ward off the fear they inspired. “No, I'm not damned. It was a mistake. I didn't know.”
Jude closed the distance between them, each step echoing like the foreboding beat of drums. “How much longer do you suppose that excuse will hold, Sonya? You used it when you lost your soul and again I'm sure after you left Nimbus and got him solidified in rock.”
“What do you want from me?”
He slapped her hard across the face. “So you broke up with your undead boyfriend after you learned the truth about him, did you? That doesn't surprise me. You always were in the habit of throwing away meaningful relationships for prominent titles in heaven.”
That one killed her. “That's not true.”
Jude's tone lowered. “Both Nimbus and Sully would be here today if it weren't.”
Her eyes closed in misery and she gasped when he grabbed her by the throat.
“Will you kill this baby too in the name of redeeming yourself?”
“Of course not. It's my baby.”
“So was Sully!” He squeezed tighter, cutting off her air supply. “Now, as far as I can tell I have two options for getting even with you. I can kill you, or I can make your life a living hell. Frankly, I'm inclined to go with the latter.” He relinquished his hold on her throat. “But how to truly hurt you for what you did to my best friend and my son? Hm, I could kill your baby.”
Tears spilled from her eyes and they stung painfully as she tried in vain to get away from Drakkar's grip on her arm. “No, please! I'm begging you!”
Jude smiled darkly at this. “Ah, yes, you always were utterly ravishing when you begged. Perhaps I could let you have your baby for a little while and then take him away from you...the way you took Sully away from me.”
Her eyes closed and she wept. “I'm sorry. His death hurt me too.”
Jude approached her again and yanked her head up by her hair, making her gasp. “Woman, you have not even begun to know the meaning of pain and suffering. What you experience here today is just a small taste of the fate you'll endure once Nimbus and I get our hands on you.”
She gaped at him. “You know where Nimbus is?”
“No, but I know he was set free from his stone prison in the underworld temple back in 1854. I haven't been able to find him, though. I will and then we'll make you pay for what you've done.”
Nimbus had been freed. He was probably somewhere on the earth at that moment, but where? What was he doing? Was he looking for her, or had he given up on her after she left him back in the nineteenth century?
Alfred, the butler returned just then and handed Jude his bamboo cane. “Here you are, Sir.”
“Say, Alfred, when was the last time you had a good lay?” Jude asked him.
Sonya grimaced, hoping the question had nothing to do with her.
Alfred cocked his head to the side and then smiled a little. “Oh, it's been quite a while, Sir.”
Jude glanced over his shoulder at Drakkar. “Is he a good butler to you?
Drakkar nodded. “He's been a very good servant. Does whatever he's told, has a good sense of humor and loyalty. And he brings me crazy straws to drink my glass of blood with.”
Jude's smile turned wicked when he looked back at Alfred. “I'm delighted to hear it. Say, Alfred, as reward for your years of faithful service in this household, how would you like to shag the dark-haired beauty over there?”
Sonya froze, getting a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“I only fucked her once up the ass, but I can personally attest to the quality of her body and her skill in bed,” said Jude.
Alfred got a naughty smile on his face. “If you say so, Sir.”
Jude grinned. “Oh, I insist.”
“No! I'm not sleeping with the butler!” Sonya flailed against Drakkar. “I don't even know him!”
; He and Jude dragged her toward the stairs and laid her on them.
“That never stopped you before,” Jude retorted as he and Drakkar lay down next to Sonya and pinned her arms above her head. “Shall I refresh your memory? I believe it was in hell and there were multiple demons, about twenty, or so they tell me. I had some business to take care of that night, but I promise to attend your next gang-bang.”
She flailed, but they were too strong and had her outnumbered.
Delilah came closer. “I think you should let me prepare her first.”
Jude scowled. “Oh, just fuck the bitch.”
“Let go of me!”
Delilah knelt on the stairs between Sonya's legs. “Don't you think it would be satisfying to make her come against her will?”
Jude's face darkened with lust. “Good idea. Make her nice and wet for Alfred.”
Sonya tried to kick the succubus when she raised the hem of her dress.
Delilah snarled and her gray eyes flashed to glowing orange. “If I have to hold you still and rip these panties off you, I'll bite your pussy and taste your forbidden blood. I believe that's against your vows.”
Sonya cringed and willed her legs to be still as the woman lifted her dress again and slowly slipped the panties down her legs. Four sets of libidinous eyes devoured the display of her waxed cunt.
“Mm, shit, yes. Naked pussies are the best. Well, done, baby,” Drakkar praised.
“Strippers have shaved cunts,” Jude told her. “Are you a whore, Sonya?”
She blushed, trying to close her legs.
Delilah wouldn't let her. “No, no. I want to taste you.”
“No! I won't let you!” Sonya bucked and kicked, but Drakkar and Jude each used a strong leg to pin her legs down so they remained spread wide open to Delilah's depraved will.
The succubus grinned at this. “Thank you, boys.”
Sonya stiffened and gasped when she felt the soft brush of Delilah's lips on her smooth mons. The woman rubbed her hand in slow sensual strokes over Sonya's sensitive pussy, making her squirm under the erotic stimulation.
“I don't want this.”
Delilah spread open her labia, eyes soaking in the softness of her parted folds. “You will. You're a succubus. It's in your nature to crave sex...no matter who it's with.”
“That's not true. Oh god, stop!” Sonya squirmed when she felt the warm, delicate strokes of Delilah's tongue gliding through her slit. It had been a while since she'd been pleasured by a woman.
“I'll wager Delilah will have her creaming in under a minute,” Jude predicted with glee.
“Fuck, that's hot – her licking your naked pussy. You're going to come all over her tongue, aren't you, slut?” Drakkar asked her through a groan.
Sonya panicked. “No! I won't come! I won't!”
She squealed when Delilah tongued her faster as if goaded by the challenge. The woman nibbled on her vulva before her tongue journeyed upward. Sonya bit back a scream when Delilah slurped on her clitoris.
Alfred gave her a raunchy smile that made her blush. “Oh, now that is a nice picture.”
Why did she come here? If she'd told Blade and the other cruxim that she was pregnant, they never would've sent her on this mission. Maybe after she endured this, she could find a way to salvage her mission by slaying Drakkar like she'd been sent to.
Her back arched when Delilah pierced a finger up her vagina and fucked her with it while she continued to love on her clit with alarming skill. Her expertise was pretty much a guarantee to climax. Sonya fought the familiar sensations, assuring herself that an enforced orgasm wouldn't damn her. She would fight it.
Drakkar made an aroused, guttural sound that came out deep, masculine and sexual. “That's so hot. You're close, aren't you, slut? Gonna make a mess all over that pretty mouth. Come on, you tart. Push that cunt up against her face. You know you want it.”
Sonya winced at his words, feeling as disgusted as she was secretly turned on by his taunting and the stimulation on her sex. This mission hadn't gone at all according to plan, had it?
She struggled when Drakkar tugged the strap of her dress down, exposing her shoulder. He yanked her strapless bra off and stared down at her breasts.
“Look at her fucking tits. So hot and beautiful. Shit, I bet she's a D cup at least, aren't you, baby?”
She gasped. “That's none of your business.”
Jude twisted her nipple until she cried out in pain. “Answer his question if you want to see your child born.”
Her eyes burned at the threat. “I'm a D cup.”
Drakkar moaned as he played with one of her full breasts. “I knew it. They feel amazing. I can't wait to get my mouth on these babies. I'm going to suck on them, bounce them and fuck my cock between them.”
Sonya gaped at the explicit description of his bawdy intentions. It couldn't happen. She wouldn't let it.
Why did Delilah have to be so good at oral sex? Why did Drakkar and Jude have to be so strong as they held her down, forcing her to endure the pleasure that would bring about her damnation? Why did Alfred have to stand there leering at her while he rubbed his crotch?
Sonya tensed as she felt the telltale signs of abandon closing in. It wasn't her fault. “Please stop.”
“Don't stop,” Drakkar told the succubus. “Listen to that tortured whisper. She's so close to losing it.”
The sensations heightened and Delilah seemed to double her impressive efforts.
“That's the Sonya I remember.” Jude sounded like he was grinning. “If only Nimbus could see her now. He'd be so proud of his naughty little whore.”
Something in his words was the trigger that set off her orgasm. The climatic rush exploded like dynamite inside of her, showering her with a wealth of fiery delight. Her quim trembled and sucked the finger moving inside of her and she leaked her release all over Delilah's chin.
The succubus raised her head and licked her lips as she wiped her chin off with the back of her hand. The gesture made Sonya feel wet and dirty.
“Delicious.” Delilah stood. “Alfred, would you like a taste of the juices your cock will be coated in afterward?”
Sonya blushed as she watched the butler take the demon's finger into his mouth and heard his filthy moan.
“She emits a certain sweetness, doesn't she?” Alfred approached her with a look of debauchery in his eyes as his hand went down to unfasten his pants.
Sonya tugged against the two males holding her, but neither man budged. She wasn't going anywhere. The butler meant to have his way with her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. “Please. Don't let him do this. I don't want to be damned.”
“Alfred's human,” Drakkar informed her. “So you can relax and just enjoy having your legs spread for him. I'm sure he was a real tiger back in his day, weren't you, Alfred?”
The butler laughed. “Oh, I held my own.”
“I don't know him. I don't want to sleep with him. Help me!” Sonya screamed, but the sound melted into Drakkar's enormous hand. Jude's palm rubbing circles on her belly made her nervous.
“Calm down, Sonya,” he murmured in a tone devoid of sympathy. “We wouldn't want you to have an accident now, would we?”
A tear trickled down her cheek. Her baby. She must protect it, whatever it was. She'd accidentally killed her own son on her path of redemption. She couldn't lose another baby. No one outside this room knew she was pregnant. When the infant was born she just wouldn't tell anyone he was a vampire, that way she could keep it.
“It's a shame Nimbus isn't here. He could always make her want anything, even damnation,” said Jude.
Sonya shook her head.
“Oh hush, you know it's true.”
Alfred had his pants down and his erection jutted toward her, hard and ready. “Don't worry, miss. I'm really a gentle lover.”
She squealed into Drakkar's palm, feeling sick that he referred to himself as her lover. She stiffened when his weathered fingertips grazed her bare pussy.
“Lovely,” he whispered. His digits palpated the damp heat oozing from her sex. “Nice and wet for me.”
Her eyes closed, trying to shut the stranger out.
“Open your eyes, whore,” Jude ordered. “I want you to look into the old man's eyes while he shags you. I want you to witness all his facial expressions when you bring him release with your lush body. And when I bring you to orgasm and your cunt sucks his cock, I want you to know it's his.”
Sonya grew hot with humiliation as she opened her eyes and saw Alfred hovering over her, still wearing his shirt. She felt violated when he swiped his penis through her drenched slit in search of her opening. When he found it he pushed inside. His cock was about average size, but her nervousness rendered the penetration uncomfortable at first.
His head went back and his breath caught with elation. “Oh my, that is nice. It's been a long time.”
The breathless evidence of his pleasure made her feel cheapened and like a dirty whore when she saw her legs spread for a stranger and his cock pummeling into her as he defiled her.
He moved slowly inside of her and she fought the urge to close her eyes as he gazed down at her while he used her body for his pleasure. She didn't know him. He was old and not really her type. However, for an older gentleman he certainly had a distinguished look and a pleasing voice.
“Nimbus would be delighted to see you like this, wouldn't he, whore?” Jude taunted as he teased her clit with a finger. “You with your dress flipped up and your legs spread like a trollop, taking an old man's cock up you. Your breasts exposed to multiple sets of eyes while strong men hold you down. Your high heels slipping on the steps each time you lose your footing, trying to escape the forbidden.”
Sonya fought to ignore his words and shoved the image of Nimbus from her mind. If she thought of him now she would come from it. Did Jude know this?
Alfred panted as he quickened his pace inside of her. “I'm getting close.”
Jude bent closer to her and whispered into her ear. “Come for me, Sonya.”
The body was Jude's, but the voice belonged to Nimbus. The son of a bitch disguised his voice to sound like her true mate, knowing it would get her off to hear it. She'd forgotten soul vampires had the ability to imitate the voices of others.