67. Olivia

Olivia

T he guys warned me about what would happen when they pierced my body, but nothing could have prepared me for…this.

I’m back in my room in Jason’s apartment, my veins full of drugs and alcohol.

Jason appears before my eyes.

There you are, you slut. I’ve been looking for you. My friends are waiting for you.

I try to get away from him, but he grabs me by my arm and beats me until I can barely move. He leaves me on the floor before calling out to Roy, Leon, and Sean to come in and do whatever they want with me.

Everything feels so real, that I start to wonder if I somehow imagined the last six months.

The door opens, and instead of Jason’s friends, my guys enter. They gather around me, kicking and laughing at me. I curl into a ball, protecting my stomach from them.

Diseased Cunt!

Bitch!

Did you really think we could ever love you?

It has all been a lie. We only wanted to punish you for your past crimes.

Why did I ever think they could actually fall for me?

I hate how weak and pathetic I am. I hate myself so much.

I stay like that for what seems like a long time while the guys keep throwing insult after insult at me.

Why don’t you die already?

I should, but then I would leave Spencer all alone. And what will happen to my unborn child? I can’t die right now.

If not for me, then for Spencer and my baby, I must live. Even if the guys hate me, I still have my parents and friends to help me with the children. It will be hard, especially since the men who I thought loved me actually hate me, but I need to be strong for my children.

My eyes flutter open, and my gaze is met by Tyson’s. He is holding me tight in his arms. His eyes are full of concern.

“Thank fuck! We were scared we lost you,” he says before kissing me.

First, I am confused because I don’t understand why Tyson is so ‘worried’ about me when moments ago he was calling me a bitch. Then it dawns on me that it hadn’t been Tyson, but a trick to make me lose my mind.

I wrap my arms around Tyson’s neck. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Little Queen. We all do,” Tyson says. All the fear, doubt, and pain from before vanishes. There’s a small pause before he says, “The Ceremony is not over. Do you think you can continue?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

Tyson places me back on the altar. “Our demons will claim you now.”

I brush the tips of my fingers against his cheek. “I can’t wait to meet all of them.”

Jasper is the first to morph into his demon. It’s a huge motherfucker, with big horns and bat-like wings. Tyson and Mose explained that I would see the demonic form of the demons, the one they adopted after they followed Lucifer to Hell.

The demon settles between my legs, and then his big cock—even bigger than Jasper’s—slowly enters me. I wince, because his dick is so big, it hurts.

“Slow,” I whimper.

His lips press to my brow as more of him enters me.

I’m being stretched out even more than before. It feels like my pussy is on fire.

More whimpers leave me. He is so impossibly big. It doesn’t take long for the tip of his cock to kiss my cervix.

“No more,” I warn him, but somehow my body makes way for more of him.

His palms run along my arms and shoulders, soothing me.

The demon lets my body get used to his size before his hips rock against mine. Slowly the pain turns into pleasure and my whimpers turn into moans. He fucks me while his red eyes bore into mine. I place my palms against his cheeks and tell him how much I love him.

His head dips and we kiss just as passionately as he fucks me.

“Mine,” he growls before finishing inside me. His eyes turn blue, proof that he and Jasper are now one person. His body returns to that of Jasper’s form.

Ansel is next. While he doesn’t change, his four wings come forth. I reach out my hands and run the tip of my forefingers along the edge of one of his wings, making him shudder.

“Naughty girl,” he says as he gets on top of me. “I never dared dream of this day, Erelah.” His fingers run through my hair. “Not as a Nephilim, not as a Lord.”

“You are more than that. You are my husband and bonded. I love you, Ansel.”

“I love you, too, Olly,” he says as he enters me.

He fucks me longer than Jasper, having me finish several times before he finishes up my ass.

Tyson’s demon is smaller than Jasper’s. He looks at me with such love and yearning, all I want to do is hug him and never let go of him. He is gentle. He makes love to me while kissing the scars on my body. His gesture makes my heart ache. We share a last kiss before his eyes turn blue.

Rueben’s demon is similar to Tyson’s, but he is dominant, fucking me in many positions before his eyes turn blue.

Mose’s demon is the last one to be with me. If Jasper’s demon was huge, Hellcniht is even more so. His red eyes glow bright with the love he has for me. As he lies on his back on the altar, his huge wings wrap around me, hiding me from the Lords present at the ceremony. I ride his more than impressive dick the way I like it until I’m too tired to move, and his cum is dripping down my thighs. His eyes are the only ones that remain red.

“I mm-made a pro-pr-promise. To k-kill Az-Azael.”

I kiss him. “I know you will.”

Jasper lifts me up from Hellcniht, who turns back into Mose.

“Let’s go home to our son.”