Chapter 5

ChapterFive

ABADDON

My feelings for Iblis are complex. I love him, but I also want to see him suffer. It’s fucked up how much I enjoy Iblis getting used while he prays. Asmodeus and I have that kink. It’s probably why we still let him live in his fucked-up world.

I pull Iblis’ head back by his shaggy hair and admire his current position. On his hands and knees, ass stuffed full by my brother as his mouth opens and offers my cock a safe, wet hole.

I lift my hand and look at the area connecting my thumb to my forefinger where the name Iblis is tattooed. I got it after the first time I choked him out. Power surges through me as my hand circles Iblis’ throat. He gags as I shove my cock deep into his mouth. I twitch with excitement as I hold his head down. His face reddens, and his eyes shine with unshed tears.

Asmodeus and I make eye contact, and he smiles. Even though I’m more brutal when we kill, he’s more sadistic when we fuck. The look in his eyes tells me he wants to spit roast Iblis. To volley his body between us as we tear up his two holes.

I gaze at Asmodeus’ hand. Droplets of blood fall from his palm as he moves it back and forth. Laughter bursts from my mouth as I realize what he’s doing. The sick fuck is fucking Iblis’ ass with his cock, and the knife is most likely being used in the same way, or at least the handle is. Double anal penetration. A cock and a knife handle. Sometimes I’m surprised Asmodeus doesn’t just rip Iblis’ ass with the blade. Good to know my brother has some limits.

“How’s that tight little ass, Bro?”

Asmodeus grunts, his eyes closed as he loses himself in whatever hellish bliss he’s conjured up. Even I don’t understand Mo’s shit. Sometimes he’ll fuck Iblis for hours and not come because he refuses to cut him. I think it’s his fucked-up way of being emotionally sadistic with Iblis. Some sort of psychological warfare. I’m unsure if it’s the act of fucking that’s pleasurable for Mo or the torture.

My heart constricts whenever I see this, trapped in a nightmare I can’t wake from. As fucked up as the three of us are, I hate that it bleeds into our homes and lives. I’d rather fuck the chick unconscious on the bed than these two with their constant emo shit.

I pull Iblis off my dick and tug the mask off, taking some of his hair with it. Such a beautiful man; high cheekbones, bright blue eyes, and perfect full lips that cover my cock like velvet. “Eyes on me, pretty boy.”

When Iblis looks up, his eyes cause another chip in my heart. I don’t know how to make it better for him. How to fix the stains and cracks of our history that bleed violently into our present. But I can give him what he needs, even if it kills me. “You doing okay?”

Asmodeus never asks if he’s okay. I’m not sure if he cares. When he gets like this, Iblis is simply a cum dump. I don’t know if he gives a fuck about any of us.

Iblis nods as saliva trails from his mouth to the floor.

“You want this to stop?”

“No. I need more.”

That’s all I need to hear. I slam my cock back into his mouth and close my eyes, savoring how his silky tongue moves along my shaft and the tip of my cock touches the back of his throat. “You have such perfect holes for your daddies to use, don’t you, boy?”

His tongue ring is heaven as it swirls around my cock, adding another level of fucking pleasure. I think one of my favorite superficial things about Iblis is his hardware. I like playing with the hoops on his nipples and hearing him scream as I pull so hard that I think I may rip them off.

Then I have moments of regret cause the idea of cutting them off his body makes me harder than I’ve ever been. Between his nipple and tongue piercings and the three on his cock, Iblis is my favorite toy.

My gaze leaves him to stare at the sleeping girl on the bed. Would she scream for mercy like Iblis did if I pierced her little clit? I shake my head, trying to outrun the evil thoughts that permanently live in the dark corners of my brain.

Iblis mumbles something incoherent on my cock. I thrust further into his mouth, making him choke. I need him to be my toy right now, not a person with feelings. So for a moment, I ignore him to silence my demons. I raise my hands in the air and wait for Asmodeus to notice. “Twin it to win it.”

Mo rolls his eyes before clamping his hands to mine. He shakes his head and cracks a rare smile. It’s never a laugh. Don’t think I’ve seen my brother laugh since I was eight years old.

I stare down at Iblis, meeting his eyes. “Look at you, piggy. Your own personal spit roast.” Iblis looks too perfect, stuffed to the hilt. I smirk at him and spit directly between his eyes, watching in amusement as it slowly slides down his face. “You needed a little marinade.”

Iblis sputters as he pushes on my leg. I pull out, and he gasps for air. Copious amounts of drool fall from his mouth onto the floor.

I lean down and cup his face. “You better tell me if you’re okay. Death by blow job would be fun, but if I kill you, I might be sad.”

“I’m fine, Abaddon,” Iblis says, his face red with exhaustion. “Help me.”

I glide my cock back into his mouth. “Eyes on me, you insatiable little slut.” Iblis looks up, his eyes cloudy with lust. “You want to come, don’t you?”

He nods as a muffled sound escapes him.

I glance at Asmodeus. He’s on another planet, eyes shut, totally blissed out. He’s high—not on smack, but I know that look. Even with his eyes closed, he wields a knife like a master. Perfect precision as he drags it along Iblis’ back to the base of his neck, drawing a new red cut over the self-inflicted scars that have been there for as long as I can remember.

Asmodeus quickens his thrusts, and I mimic him, holding Iblis’ head as I fuck his mouth. Mo bends, licking the trickling blood from Iblis’ back, and stiffens as he releases.

Mo sneers and fingers the cum dripping from Iblis’ ass. “Keep it in there, whore. Clinch that asshole. I’ve got plans for this cum.”

Hearing my brother degrade Iblis is all I need to push me over the edge. I slap the back of his head, holding him firm as I unload down his throat.

Iblis gags as I drag him off my cock. Face red, eyes shedding hot as fuck tears, and his mouth overflowing with cum and spit.

“You did well. Such a good boy.” I smear the fluids over his face. “Such a perfect whore.”

Kneeling, I grip the back of his head and slam my lips to his, tasting him, drinking him in, wanting to meld my body with him in every holy and unholy way. Iblis parts his lips, giving me access as he uses his tongue to shove my cum and his spit back and forth from our mouths.

“You done?” Asmodeus asks. “He’s got a mess to clean up.”

Ignoring Mo, I focus on Iblis. “You okay?”

“Yes,” Iblis whispers.

Asmodeus leans over and grabs Iblis by the nape of his neck. “Push it out.”

Right on cue, my dick stiffens as I get a perfect view of Asmodeus’ cum dripping out of Iblis’ asshole. “Fuck, glad you’re okay. I love seeing you push that fresh load out of your ass. Why are cream pies so damn hot?”

Asmodeus kneels behind Iblis. “It’s not the cream pie that’s hot. It’s watching what he does after.” Once the last drop of cum leaks from Iblis’ ass, he turns and faces the cum on the floor. “Lap it up like a good little bitch.”

Iblis bends, and his silver ball piercing shimmers in the moonlight as his pink tongue licks.

Asmodeus sneers, his cock rising as he watches. He lifts his foot and places it on the back of Iblis’ head, holding his face in the mess on the floor. “That’s it. Lick it all up. You think God is enjoying the show? How his devoted servant is nothing but my cum eating whore? Tell me, Iblis, when I’m fucking your ass, do you pray to the heavens for mercy, or are you swearing allegiance to hell for me to tear your tight little hole apart?”

Asmodeus doesn’t wait for Iblis to respond. He holds his foot in place and turns his body, pushing his dick back into Iblis’ ass. Iblis jerks forward as Asmodeus impales him. “It’s still nice and wet, Iblis. Your pretty asshole is begging to be used again.”

“Please,” Iblis pleads.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Iblis. Say it, and I’ll fill your fuck hole again.”

With his face covered in spit and spunk, Iblis opens his mouth and recites, “Dear Lord, I do not know what will happen to me today. I only know that nothing will happen that was not foreseen by you and directed to my greater good for all eternity. I adore your holy and unfathomable plans and submit to them with all my heart for love of you, the Pope, and the Immaculate Heart of Mary. Amen.”

“That’s right, bitch. God knows best. He made you my whore, gifted you to me to use like a dirty cum rag. Your penance is to take what I give you, say thank you, and beg for more.”