The Bound Angel (Sacrilege Rising: Book 1)

Chapter Four

They didn’t answer. They didn’t even look up. They just continued sucking and licking their way along his rock-hard length. Mike tried to pull them away and ask what was going on, but he couldn’t. His hands wouldn’t follow directions. Something tugged on his wrists, and he realized they were tied behind his back. He pulled, but it was no use.

“Stop,” he said to the tops of their uncaring heads.

A voice answered from the dark. “Now, why would they do that?” It was soft as silk. Smooth as velvet.

Mike jumped at the sound. “Who’s there?”

A low, throaty chuckle was the answer he received, and it seemed to come from every direction at once. His mind raced, trying to think of where he’d heard that voice before. Something moved in the shadows. A figure approached, becoming more distinct with each step.

She wore a little black evening dress. Firelight danced on pale skin. His mind caught up, and he remembered his apartment. He remembered the Dark Lady stepping out of the shadows. He scrambled to sit up, not caring who he bumped or kneed or elbowed. He had to get out. They all had to get out. Right now.

“Shhhh,” her whisper echoed in the dark. She placed a hand on his chest to hold him in place. Even knowing the incredible danger they were in, the feeling of three mouths servicing him at once made it hard to think straight.

“There now,” Liliana purred. “No need to be uncomfortable.” She began circling the bed, disappearing between patches of gloomy half-light, his eyes flicking to her new location each time she reappeared. Her dress was thin and tight. A deep neckline was held up by the tiniest straps. The back plunged almost to her ass, leaving most of her back bare. He tracked her for the few seconds she stepped into the light, taking in every mouth-watering inch of curve and bare skin, before she disappeared again.

“It is a pleasure to finally, officially, meet you, Michael. We have much to discuss.”

His eyes snapped up to her face as she spoke. It was a face that would never need makeup. Her voice sang through his body, electrifying nerves and heightening senses. His hips rose from the bed, pushing deeper into someone’s mouth until he bumped against the back of a throat. But for the moment, the need to find out what was going on, and how long he had left to live, outweighed desire.

He didn’t know where to start. He settled on, “Why are they doing this?”

The woman in black answered simply, “Because you want them to.”

Mike licked his lips. “No I don’t.”

She laughed at the obvious lie. It was a light, throaty chuckle that made his heart race. “Of course you do. And so do they.”

He turned that over in his head. “What does that mean?”

She continued circling the bed as she spoke. When she was in front of him, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. When she passed behind, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. “All in good time, Michael. For now, simply enjoy. Simply, feel.”

He tried to focus on the mortal danger they were in, but when she said that word something caressed his mind. It lasted just a moment, the length of a sigh, like the feeling of your head resting on the pillow at the end of a long day. It was enough.

He felt three mouths taking turns. He felt a tongue trace a slow, meandering path along his shaft, framed by soft lips. He felt hair tickling his thighs and bare breasts caressing his legs. He felt his entire length become engulfed in writhing, swirling wetness. When he thrust, he felt resistance. He grunted when that mouth pulled away, and sighed when another replaced it. For the moment, pleasure drowned out fear. If he was going to die, he might as well try to enjoy the little time he had left.

He began rocking his hips, gently at first, savoring the sensation of pushing between soft lips, over a writhing tongue, deep into a willing mouth. But his restraint wouldn’t last. Harder then, firmly bumping against the back of a throat.

Each time Liliana - the memory of her name came back to him - passed through the light, her knowing smile and swaying hips made his heart beat a little faster. Harder still, until he was fucking someone’s throat, while hands gripped his thighs and someone grunted around his cock.

Somewhere far away, deep in the back of his lust-drenched mind, Mike recognized the tone of the voice behind those grunts. It took all the willpower he could muster to pull himself back from Meredith’s mouth.

“Mmm, so close,” Liliana murmured. She was leaning over the bed with her arms locked straight. It drew his eye to deep, pale cleavage. “Why hold back?” Her voice held idle curiosity.

Mike was breathing hard. He’d been so close to letting go. When he didn’t respond, Liliana began circling the bed, fingers gliding through the sheets, until she was even with his head. This close, he noticed how much pale skin the dress didn’t cover and how good she smelled.

She knelt, lowering slowly, letting his gaze linger on her fit figure and mouth-watering curves, until they were eye to eye. Her arms folded on the sheets and provided a rest for her chin. “You didn’t want to stop,” she said quietly, just for the two of them. “Meredith certainly didn’t either.” Her voice was a whisper now, and she nodded at his waist. “Look.”

Emma had taken on the responsibility of his pleasure, because Meredith was on top of Allie. They were making out, open-mouthed, tits mashed together, legs splayed wildly while their hips writhed. Mike was enthralled by these two women he’d come to know so intimately, losing themselves in each other’s touch. He’d been in each of their positions. He’d seen what they were seeing and felt what they were feeling.

“It’s not right,” he managed to say while his eyes remained glued to the sight before him. But his words carried little conviction.

Liliana asked, “What is right? Who decides? You?” She paused. “There is no judgment here, Michael. No moral authority to bow down to. You want to take them. They want to be taken. Do not overcomplicate it.”

A dark goddess was watching him from so close he could feel her breath and see the individual strands of raven-black hair framing her gorgeous face. Meanwhile, three naked women were making the most interesting sounds. Which made it all the more surprising when he said, “Tell me what’s going on.”

She paused for a beat, then rolled her eyes. “We have been through this already, Michael.” When she said his name, his stomach fluttered.

A mouth engulfed his aching length. He didn’t glance down, but he couldn’t keep himself from pushing into it. Looking into the face of a goddess while someone else was pleasuring him was beyond decadent. Emma didn’t seem to mind. A low moan reverberated around his cock.

“My presence simply lowers the guardrails that normally get in the way. Because of our bond. Those you desire will desire you. The more aroused you become, the more aroused they become. Your satisfaction will be their satisfaction.”

He’d had this conversation with Lana. She was speaking as if she was the angel. All the dents and scratches on her armor after her nightly patrols came to mind. Maybe she’d been abducted, or worse. That must have been how this woman had snuck into his apartment. It didn’t explain everything, but it was something to hold onto and fueled his anger. He growled, “What did you do to her?”

The threat in his tone seemed to catch the woman in black off guard. Confusion was followed by dawning realization. “Ah. I see,” she said. “Michael, I am Lana. Or, rather, Lana is me.” Her eyes narrowed. “I was forced to take the image of that hag from the church. Had I kept my true appearance, you hardly would have welcomed me into your home.”

He’d seen each of the golden warriors fight that night. They hadn’t gone down easily. Lana herself had saved him from the fire. This woman, demon, thing, was lying. “I don’t believe you.” His resolve hardened and he punctuated each word. “Where. Is. She.”

The amused chuckle returned. Liliana traced a finger along his hip and over his bare chest. That simple touch made him groan as a mouth swallowed his cock. Then she cleared her throat.

“Michael.” He knew that voice like he knew his own. It was Lana’s. “I promise it will be alright.” If he wasn’t watching the demon’s lips move, he would have been searching the room for a sign that the angel was hidden nearby. “I have faith. You are a good man.”

Those were the words she’d spoken to him time and time again. It was Lana’s voice speaking Lana’s words, but they were coming from this other woman’s mouth.

Nausea rose up through his stomach. The room spun. Somewhere, he’d known the truth as soon as the demon stepped from the shadows in his room. He just wasn’t ready to believe it. Liliana laughed when he deflated. It quickly turned into a pout. “Come now. No need to be upset. You’ll hurt my feelings.”

“Why?” he asked numbly.

“Why what?”

“Why did you take her appearance?” Did he even know what the real Lana looked like? Could he be sure, now? He saw glimpses of her that night before blacking out. She was kneeling, holding the glowing orb in her outstretched palm. How much of her appearance was true memory and how much had been filled in by his time with this impostor?

“To keep the choir boys away,” she sneered. “I could not risk you speaking of me where they might have been listening. Not even my name.”

Like a storm rolling through, her eyes narrowed and her face hardened. Even detached as he was, the sudden change made Mike flinch. “I do not forget the role you played that night, little mortal.” Thunderclouds were in her eyes. Lightning flashed. He remembered lifting the paint can, swinging with all his strength, slamming it into this woman who now knelt at his side.

Then, like a breeze blowing the storm away, she was calm once more. “But we shall let the past stay in the past. Besides, I think you will find I am much more… accommodating, this way. Soon you will forget all about the illusion.” Her lips curled into a smile, and she glanced down at his waist. “I promise.” He followed her gaze.

Emma was looking up at him. Her eyes were the deep brown he knew so well, though they were far away, like she was caught in an old memory. Her auburn hair, normally styled and perfectly kept, was now a sexy mess. An inch of his cock protruded from her lips. The rest was buried deep in her mouth. It was a sight he never thought he’d see.

Slowly, holding his gaze, she began to bob.

“Why?” he whispered, but she didn’t respond. She just continued her gentle sucking.

After a moment spent watching a fantasy come to life, Liliana spoke for her. “They may not be able to answer you just now.”

“What does that mean?”

“They are in their own private bliss. I am applying some small influence to keep their minds occupied so we may speak.”

That sounded appropriately dangerous. “Tell me.”

The demon’s gaze was steady, like she was measuring him. “Very well. What do you wish to know?”

“Why are they doing this?” He repeated his earlier question. “What did you do to them?”

“Because it is what you each truly desire,” she answered, more firmly this time. “Directly, I am doing very little; simply reassuring them that it is okay to have what they want. That, and applying a small measure of pressure to keep them occupied. It is simply my nature. Through you, they sense me.”

Mike was on the brink of finding out exactly what was going on, and he was afraid. But it was too late to back out now. The only way forward was forward. “And why does sensing you, whatever that means, make them go crazy? What, exactly, are you?”

Liliana’s eyes glittered at his question. She tsked, clicking her tongue and shaking her head. “Now, now. You know better than to ask a question like that, little mortal. I would answer you, should you compel me. But I did not lie when I said certain knowledge is forbidden to mortals for a good reason. It may… damage you. You can likely answer for yourself, anyway. Enough, at least.”

She was right. It had been turning over in the back of his mind for weeks, ever since he first laid eyes on the Dark Lady all those nights ago. And now, while that terrifying woman watched him from mere inches away, he realized it had come full circle. But he still needed her to say it, risk be damned. Without it, he might go insane. Maybe he already had. He said, “Try.”

Liliana’s blue eyes, bright like sapphires sparkling in the sun, widened at that. “Oooh,” she purred, “here at the edge, he is finally untroubled by danger. I did not know you had it in you, Michael.” She seemed to consider. “Very well. My master commands, and I shall obey.”

She leaned in then, her face coming closer and closer until the moistness of her lips glistened in the firelight and he thought she was going to kiss him. When she angled to the side, he wasn’t sure if he was more relieved or disappointed.

“I am old, Michael.” Her voice was a soft sigh, her breath warm on his ear. “Older than your banal history lessons teach. I was old when the king of the plains plundered the east and populated the world. He was one of the few mortals worthy of such stature. I was old when the maidens danced for Nimaat-hap’s son, he who united the Two Lands and began a new dynasty. I was old when Paris stole the warrior queen, when Ptolemy Auletes’ daughter became the Golden Mouth.”

Liliana pulled away and rose from her knees. “I am the provocative look from the other side of the bar. The hopeful smile at the door after all others have left.”

She turned and began to walk, the hem of her dress rising and falling like a puppet dancing on strings. Mike’s eyes were glued to her ass as it was revealed and hidden in turn, and he caught the edge of black panties.

“I am the heady rush of a first kiss.” Her voice was like smoke. “The surge in your blood when your hands are finally free to roam.”

She was quiet as rustling leaves, and the way she moved almost made him forget about the three women servicing him. Almost. He found himself staring first at her ass, then her rolling hips, her swaying chest, her alluring smile. She was almost dancing, gliding smoothly on bare feet, pausing a beat between steps to make sure he had time to notice.

“I am the trail of clothes left on the floor. The first electric touch of skin on skin.”

As she passed from light to shadow, he found himself searching where she’d disappeared for one more tantalizing glimpse. A rush of wind began somewhere in the chamber, like a breeze whistling through a tunnel, and there was suddenly pressure in his ears.

“I am the feeling you get when your back arches and your toes curl; of hair wrapped around your fist.”

The next time she stepped from the shadows, the dress’ straps had fallen. They now hung loosely on her shoulders, and the neckline plunged even further. Her heavy, pale, mouth-watering cleavage now had his complete attention. The breeze turned into a whistling gale. The bed sheets should have been whipping and surging but laid still, and the wind carried her voice.

“I am the stinging crack of a whip. The kiss of leather on skin. The chafe of handcuffs on your wrists.”

Mike tasted sour milk in the back of his throat. The pressure in his ears made him want to scream, but he was captivated by the goddess before him. With each step, each sway of her hips, the dress threatened to fall off completely. Mike was silently begging for it to happen. Less silently, the mouths on his cock began to moan.

“I am the whore on the street with nowhere left to turn. The young tease in your hotel room as your wife cries herself to sleep.”

He didn’t know how much longer he could last, as this avatar of lust paraded before him and his real-life fantasies took turns choking on his cock. Their gasps turned into muffled, garbled moans. He felt like he was on the bottom of the ocean. He was going to burst, either from the pressure in his head or his groin.

As Liliana entered the last patch of light, he swore the shadows around her took the shape of black wings, petite horns, and a wispy tail before melting away. Slowly, with a seductive smile on her lips, she leaned forward, placing her hands on the bed. When his gaze flicked up from her chest to her face, she leaned lower still, until she was bent completely. Her elbows rested on the mattress, her hair was a sexy mess, her hanging breasts were just barely covered by the sheets, and her ass swayed behind her like a pendulum.

When she arched her back, the dress pooled around her stomach, revealing her bare, soft, perfectly round ass. It made little circular motions in the air. The panties were gone, and he could smell her sex. Mike wanted, needed, had to know what it would feel like to take her like that, just how she was positioned right now. Pulling back on her waist, hips clapping together, her needy, vulnerable moans filling the room.

Her blue eyes were riveted to his as she spoke, and her voice flowed directly into his soul. It was carried by the wind whipping through the room.

“I am craving. I am depravity.I am your darkest, most honest desires, your need to dominate and control and own.” The whipping wind reached a crescendo until it drowned out everything but her voice. “I am lust.”

That last line was drawn out into a long hiss. Her whispered words echoed around the room until they overlapped one another and all he could hear was a repeating concoction of, “desire, dominate, control, lust.”

Just as Mike reached his breaking point and he thought he would burst from both pleasure and pain, she stood and retreated into the shadows. The room fell silent. The pressure eased. He waited for a long, desperate moment, both afraid of her coming back and longing for it. When she didn’t, he began retreating from the brink, inch by inch. The women hunched over his waist didn’t stop or slow, but the all-consuming need for release suddenly felt normal and human. He knew these girls, and that made all the difference. For now.

Eventually, after his heart slowed and he regained some measure of control, Liliana returned. When she stepped back into the light and resumed her kneeling position by his head, her dress was situated normally again. She was still impossibly gorgeous, but he got the sense that she’d put a lid on something primal.

When their eyes met, hers sparkled. “I hope that sufficiently answers your question, master.”

That word again. He would have to find out more about it. But not yet. Mike swallowed. “Yes, I think so.” But the implications began to dawn on him. If she was some sort of avatar of lust, and they were bonded, that meant… “So the girls were never attracted to my,” saying it out loud was embarrassing, “sense of stability, or comfort, or whatever. They just wanted sex. You lied.”

Liliana seemed unfazed by her earlier display. She spoke calmly, as if she had never left her kneeling position by the bed. “I cannot lie. Not to you. But words are important, Michael. You must learn to focus on what is said, and not what you think you have heard.”

His deflated ego was quickly forgotten when a mouth sucked him deeply. He cleared his throat and felt incredibly awkward all of the sudden. “Is everyone in my life, ah, going to, you know, want me now?”

Amusement returned to her voice. “You have not been approached by all mortals, have you? Young and old? Men and women equally? Attractive and less than?” She let the question hang. She was right of course, now that he thought about it. It was mostly, or, entirely, pretty women his own age. When she saw his realization, she continued. “It is simple. Those you want, and those who naturally want you in turn, will feel less resistance to act on those urges. Your satisfaction feeds their satisfaction. The greater your desire, the greater theirs.”

That sort of made sense, in an insane, supernatural fantasy sort of way. With that settled for the time being, he returned to more immediate concerns. “Where are we?”

Liliana waved her hand dismissively. “It is not important. A place like any other.”

There was too much else to unpack to push on that point, but something stuck out that he couldn’t get over. “How do I know you’re really not lying? About all of it?”

Her lips thinned and her eyes narrowed. She absently fingered the collar at her throat, which Mike noticed for the first time since waking up, and looked him in the eye. “Because I cannot lie to you.” The angel’s voice from the church, the true Lana’s voice, or whatever her real name was, echoed in his mind. ‘Do not allow her to flee her holder. Compel her to speak truth to her jailer. Keep her from harming her captor. Bind her to the will of her master.’

He would dig into each of those just as soon as they were out of danger and he had a moment to think, but that last one stuck with him. Right now, with everything happening to him and for him and around him, he just wasn’t up to figuring out the others. But that last one…

He looked Liliana in the eye. The girls must have sensed a change, because they picked up their pace. Mouths that were soft and teasing before became insistent. Lips that never quite reached his base now pushed harder, deeper, desperate to take his full length. Liliana must have noticed too, because she silently held his gaze and waited.

Mike rallied. He still knew right from wrong. He could put an end to this. The real Lana had said so herself. ‘Bind her to the will of her master.’ And there was a collar around this demon’s throat. His collar.

He would make her stop. He would end this right now. Like Lana had taught him during their practice sessions, he gathered his will and every ounce of conviction he could muster. If it was going to work, it had to be direct and unambiguous.

“Make. Them. Stop.” His voice rang clear and true. It echoed from every corner of the chamber. A breeze stirred in the room, whether it was real or in his mind he didn’t know, and the flames seemed to grow brighter. For a long, suspended moment, silence was the only response he received as the echo of his command settled.

They stared at each other. Her eyes were blue, icy, calm. His were twitching as he desperately tried to hold his shredded sanity together. They each waited to see what would happen next. When nothing did, a slow smile spread over Liliana’s face, starting at the corners of her luscious mouth and reaching her eyes.

“It seems your will is divided, master.”

Mike’s stomach dropped. She looked down at the three women sprawled around his waist. Was she about to join them? Did he even want that? Of course he didn’t. Of course he did.

He didn’t know if it was all the build-up leading to this moment, or hearing that last word spoken from her lips, or the fact that she pushed on the back of Emma’s head until his cock was buried in her throat, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. It was simply too much to bear.

With an overwhelming sense of shame, he dropped his mental barriers. Their eyes locked together as master and slave, whatever that meant, as he finally let go.

Emma’s lips formed a tight circle around his root as he started throbbing, so he was completely engulfed when the first twitches came. That was the last thing he noticed before he was swept away.

He lifted his hips and pushed, desperate to feel every millimeter of his length immersed. The sense of discharging pressure, the relief from the strain, was all consuming as he gushed into Emma’s waiting mouth.

Mike pushed harder, against the opposing pressure of Liliana’s hand with Emma’s face stuck in the middle. He needed to be deeper. Her nose pressed into his stomach and her chin touched his balls. He released again and again and again while he and Liliana stared deeply into each other’s eyes, reveling in this shared moment of pleasure.

He didn’t know how long it lasted. His world was a fog of thrusts and twitches and spasms, with those glacier blue eyes anchoring him to sanity. At some point he knew she let go.

When the fog finally cleared, Emma was up on her knees, legs spread, hips rolling. Cum leaked from the blissful smile on her lips, glistening on her chin and neck. She was straddling Allie’s face, her own release evident on Allie’s mouth. When she finished shaking, she opened her eyes and stared back at Mike, her hips still slowly grinding, enjoying the last echoes of pleasure. She was still the prettiest woman he’d ever seen. Well, prettiest mortal woman. What a thought.

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