The Bound Angel (Sacrilege Rising: Book 1)

Chapter Seven

Mike never cared for fruit. Even when he was a kid, demanding sweets at every meal, fruit wasn’t his thing. It caused a sickly, too-sweet ache in his teeth each time he bit into a strawberry or peach or plum.

Here, now, without perspective of time or place, he still had the presence of mind to recognize how weird it was for a half-memory like that to bubble up at a time like this. He was still himself, sort of.

He continued his slow, indulgent strokes between Meredith’s open legs as Allie placed another grape in his mouth. The juice burst as he chewed. Not bad, surprisingly. For whatever reason, the grapes weren’t giving him that ache, that cringey feeling of sugary decay. Maybe he could get used to grapes. Maybe after all this time he’d found his fruit.

His eyes were drawn to Allie’s swaying breasts as she pulled another grape from the bunch and set it on his tongue. He decided he wanted to feel her soft tits in his hands, so she gave him room. The juice burst again as he bit, but this time it was sour. Too ripe. He made a face. No more grapes.

Allie left, taking the platter of purple bunches with her. As she went to go… somewhere, he longed to keep touching her. He ached to feel that sensual, fuckable body under his hands again.

Why did she leave? Who decided she could go, anyway? He certainly hadn’t given her permission. It was frustrating. His thrusts into Meredith’s welcoming pussy became harder. Her legs were spread before him, her feet dangling over the edge of the bed. Sometimes, when the mood struck, he lifted them over his shoulders for the leverage to really pound her. But for now, he was enjoying a slower pace.

That was, until Allie left. Meredith gripped the sheets and moaned as he fucked her hard and fast. Then he grabbed Emma’s ass and pulled her close, squeezing as her tight body molded against his side.

Emma was gorgeous. She was delicate and graceful and longing to be held. When they looked into each other’s eyes, her lips parted ever so slightly. The first touch of the kiss was soft and gentle, but that tenderness didn’t last long. Her tongue teased his mouth open, and their deepening kiss soothed his agitation.

Rough pounding softened, returning to unhurried, indulgent strokes. His hand wandered lower, beneath Emma’s ass, exploring the slick heat between her legs. She adjusted her stance to give him easier access. He hadn’t taken her yet, but he would. Soon.

Mike broke the kiss but continued fondling the two women. Meredith’s tits and Emma’s ass. What a life.

A pear was held up to his face, signaling Allie’s return while he’d been distracted. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever had a pear before. It was soft and ripe, and Emma wiped the juice from his chin with her finger. Then she placed it in her mouth, where it lingered.

Her lips formed a tight circle while he imagined what her tongue was doing. Slowly, she began pulling it out, holding his gaze. Before it slid all the way, just as the tip was between her lips, it paused, then began gliding back in.

Her eyes were an open invitation, and who was he to refuse her? He reached for the back of her neck. Pushing, guiding, he lowered her head, until it was resting on Meredith’s belly, just above where his cock was withdrawing from her pussy. When Emma looked up at him, he nestled his length into her open mouth, and she began to suck.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Liliana’s voice said. Why did she keep doing that? The surprise didn’t snap him completely out of his indulgent mood, but he was suddenly aware of his surroundings. She was illuminated in a patch of dim light, leaning against a wall, arms folded under her chest.

How long had she been there? For that matter, how long had they all been there? In the hazy fog of naked, eager flesh, he’d lost track of time. He looked around, confused at all the empty glasses and discarded trays, surprised to see pillows and sheets scattered around the bed and on the floor.

The collar was still wrapped snugly around Liliana’s neck, and realization dawned. It hadn’t worked. The hammer blow hadn’t set her free. Wait, of course it hadn’t. Bits and pieces began to return.

They’d tried again after that first time, building and layering his lust into a raging bonfire that boiled his blood, coaxing it hot enough to burn the bond away. That hadn’t worked either.

He recalled half-memories, like shards of a broken mirror. Again, they’d tried, focusing their attention on his most specific desires, his most acute fantasies, forming them into a needle, an ice pick meant to drive a hole in the bond to be wedged open. That failed too.

Liliana noticed Mike pause and said, “Indulge. Enjoy. It is,” she licked her lips, “quite delicious.” She cast her gaze over the women pampering him, closing her eyes, slowly breathing in while her chest rose and fell. “You should see yourself from their points of view. To say they are loving this would be an understatement.”

The flames on the wall sconces grew higher, brighter, throwing deep, black shadows across the room. Liliana lifted her arms over her head in an arching stretch that drew his attention.

The air changed, warping and shimmering around her like heat haze over summer asphalt. After holding the stretch for a long beat she exhaled, equal parts moan and sigh, and the tension released. The flames settled back into their natural, quivering glow.

“Your injuries from that night,” Mike heard himself say. That surprised him. He hadn’t meant to speak. His throat was raw, and the thinness of his voice was worrying. How long had it been since he last spoke? Hours? Days? Longer? “They healed so fast. You said it was because of my good deeds and how I was helping people. But that wasn’t right, was it? It had nothing to do with that.” His tone turned accusatory. “It was all about the sex.”

She looked at him like he was a toddler asking why he couldn’t have ice cream for dinner. “You are too literal. Have always been too literal. Black and white in a world full of gray. Can it not be both?”

“Be straight with me for once.”

She shrugged. “I am. I did not lie. I said the deeds of humans shape my life and the lives of those like me. I said your friends were in need, and you were there for them. I said your actions, through our bond, renewed my strength at a far greater rate than the actions of others. Where is the lie?”

Her words lashed him like a whip. How could he not have seen it right away? She hadn’t lied, by definition, but he’d heard a truth that wasn’t there, an illusion he selfishly wanted to be true. Liliana’s answers led him to a false conclusion, one she was happy to let him live with. He would have to be more careful in the future.

She glanced at his waist and said, “Do not stop on my account.”

Mike realized he was holding the back of Emma’s head and he’d been thrusting into her open mouth throughout their conversation, until the last part.

When had his hands been freed? He didn’t remember untying them. He quickly let go and pulled out. Emma licked her lips, and a string of drool connected her mouth to Meredith’s belly. Panting, she stared at his rock-hard length hanging in front of her face. He should stop. How many times had he finished already? How was he even able to stand up, let alone stay hard? Probably another side effect of the bond, though that one seemed all positive.

Liliana was watching to see what he would do next. They should definitely stop and talk it out. This was crazy. If he pressed her, she would break the spell and awaken the girls. He just had to focus. They could probably even help come up with a solution. Clear heads were better than whatever this was.

The problem with that idea was that he was far from clear-headed himself. Something tugged at his thoughts, clouding his mind each time he started to think straight, distracting him with carnal pleasure.

As if on cue, Meredith wiggled her hips while her foot on his ass pulled him closer. Emma looked up again, her eyes drawing him in. Once she had his attention, she opened her mouth expectantly. They should stop. This was getting out of control.

Meredith’s pussy was like a steaming bath as he pushed his length in, and she let out a long groan when he bottomed out. At least he’d slept with her before. They’d had all the necessary conversations, mostly. He and Emma were still on shaky ground. Out of reflex, he looked to Liliana for guidance, and she grinned at his blush.

“After this,” he started to say, then paused to grip Meredith’s waist and indulge in several long, satisfying strokes. “After this, let them go. I’ll keep helping you, but let them go.” His own commitment to that command wavered as he drove on between Meredith’s splayed legs.

Liliana shook her head. “We need them to break the bond. I believe we are getting closer. And…” she paused before speaking slowly. “Where, exactly, do you think they would go, should I release them?”

“Home. School. Another country. Another continent. I don’t know, just, away.”

Her face held amused pity. “Away?” She tsked, shaking her head. “It is too late for that, Michael. Far too late. These three have sipped from your desire, laced with my essence, consuming the steady drip for weeks. And now, here, it pours out like a raging river. After such intimacy they will find it… distasteful, to be away from you for long.”

That, finally, made him stop. He paused on the outstroke, holding himself at the entrance to Meredith’s pussy. He looked them over, these three gorgeous women. Just now, in the caveman foreground of his mind, all he could think of was how beautiful and alluring and eager they were. The fog hanging over his thoughts appealed to that caveman.

But this time he paid attention to her words. She didn’t say it was impossible. That meant there was hope they could return to something like a normal life if they could just get out of this.

Meredith let out a frustrated groan at his pause and wiggled her hips again, trying to draw him back in. He glanced at Liliana, and her eyes harbored no intention of compromising. He’d seen her kill before, and while maybe the bond would keep her from harming him, it wouldn’t save the girls. The most important thing was that they made it through this. They could deal with the rest later.

He thrust in again, all the way, and his inner caveman grunted in satisfaction.

Lana had known when guilt was setting in. Now, Liliana’s hands settled on his shoulders.

“That’s it, Michael,” she purred. “Let go of childish worry and selfish doubt. For that is what it is now. Selfish. These three are yours, and they need you. Lean into it. Provide what they need. It could not be any easier, for it is also what you need. This one is free. We will continue our sessions after this next release.” On she went, encouraging him to feed his wants and desires, painting landscapes of ecstasy and decadence in his mind.

He became lost in the sound of their hips clapping together, in the feeling of his cock pistoning into Meredith, in the touch of every inch of naked flesh he craved. After a time, he looked down to see Emma’s sparkling eyes still looking up at him.

It kindled a spark that promised a blaze. He drove on with greater urgency now, pounding with heavy, echoing slaps. Emma must have sensed the change, because she rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling, resting her head on Meredith’s belly. Still holding his gaze, she opened her mouth wide and let her tongue hang out.

One of her hands squeezed her breast while the other stroked between her legs. Mike reached out, replacing the hand on her pussy with his own, and Emma gasped. She covered his, forcing more pressure and more friction until her back arched and her face contorted with pleasure.

He was close, right on the edge, rubbing Emma’s slick folds, gripping one of Meredith’s heaving breasts. Just a few more thrusts, a few more good, hard thrusts and he would… He pulled out, pressed his throbbing cock against Emma’s face, and stroked himself over the edge just as her own orgasm was peaking.

The first rope landed across her nose as she began to buck. The next went high, catching Meredith on the chin. Emma was writhing wildly, lifting her ass off the bed as she rode her own wave. Mike stroked himself with one hand and Emma with the other. The next two throbs painted her face.

She didn’t even notice. She just pushed down on his hand even harder, and he slipped two fingers into her thrashing pussy. The next pulse shot directly into her open mouth. That, she noticed. She turned to him then and swallowed his cock until he was completely engulfed, holding him against the back of her throat while he throbbed.

Her muffled moan vibrated through his shaft as he let out a long, slow breath. Then she sagged, relaxed, and softened. They were on the slow descent down the backside of a mountain, looser and freer with the peak behind them. Aftershocks and delayed spasms continued until they were both completely satisfied.

The room stilled, and quieted. The sound of heavy breathing mingled with gently crackling flames. From the depths of hazy torchlight and half-noticed sighs, Mike’s awareness slowly returned. He was palming Meredith’s breasts. She looked up at him with a dreamy expression that mirrored his own. Orange and yellow firelight danced across the slick streaks on her neck and chin. His gaze drifted lower.

Emma was licking and kissing along his shaft, which was somehow still stiff. Her face was a glazed mess. He looked over her tight stomach and the way the creases at her waist pointed further south. Then lower, where she was tracing lazy circles around her clit. He heard soft, delicate whispers then, like the turning pages of a paperback, and Emma’s mouth was moving.

She whispered loving words to his cock as her breath tickled his damp length. Her soft tongue and softer lips dragged along his sensitive underside like a soothing massage after a hard workout. When she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her, a dreamy smile spread over her face.

Allie held the pear up and he took another bite.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Liliana murmured into the quiet.

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