Jegudiel (Deadly Virtues 2)

Then there was Selaphiel. Auguste felt his blood heat with the excitement of that prospective kill. Selaphiel, the blight on Auguste’s bloodline. The killer who shared his features.

Auguste would kill him the slowest. Over days and days, he would drain Selaphiel of the blood type they shared, he would peel him of his skin, and he would watch him die staring into identical eyes.

Auguste’s heart raced at the thought of that much-coveted fratricide.

Reaching for the bell he kept beside him, Auguste rang it twice and watched as the Shunned women he’d requested scurried through. He loved this place. This heavenly secluded place filled with sinful women of disrepute. Women he cleansed with his seed and drew the sin from their bodies with his hard-handed ways.

A smile etched onto his lips as the two Shunned women entered, red lace dresses covering them from the neck down and red lace veils hiding their faces.

“Your Excellency,” they said in unison, bowing low.

Auguste stared at them and took a sip of his scotch. Triumph sailed through his veins. Because even though the Fallen and his devilish younger brother may still be out in the world, thinking their merry band of killers could take on the might of the Brethren, in the end, Auguste had what Selaphiel truly wanted right here before him. His eyes slipped to the petite Shunned woman in front of him. And Jegudiel had no idea his little sister was here too, about to service Auguste’s hard cock.

“Remove your veils,” he commanded. The Shunned women tensed. It was not normal that their coverings be removed; every punishment was given with their veils firmly in place. But Auguste wanted to see their faces. He wanted to look at them and know that his brother and Jegudiel would never get these whores back.

The women hesitated. Auguste retrieved the long cane that was beside him. In a flash, he lashed it out, cracking the hard wood over the backs of their legs.

The women’s knees hit the floor in an instant, but they knew not to make any sound of distress or they would be only punished harder. Auguste almost wished they would scream. He could use a few hours with them in the punishment cell. But they kept their mouths shut and heads bowed.

Auguste finished his scotch. “I said take off your veils.”

Quickly, they both removed their veils to reveal their shaven heads. Auguste curled his lip at the born sinners before him. He could sense the evil in their souls.

“Cara,” he said. The petite woman stiffened and breathed deeply. They were never called by their names. They had forsaken them when they were brought to this place to be saved by his brothers. “Look at me,” Auguste said. Jegudiel’s little sister lifted her head. The birthmark covering half her face had faded some over the years, but it was still there, along with her pale blind eye. Cara’s face was ashen from lack of sunlight. She kept her eyes lowered, staving off Auguste’s punishment if she dared meet his gaze.

“Destiny,” he said. “Look up.” Destiny was the Shunned woman he had schooled most frequently over the years. She had many ungodly failings about her, the biggest being that she had loved Selaphiel like nothing Auguste had ever seen. It made sense. The evil in her veins matched his.

Auguste pushed aside his robe and freed his cock from his underwear. It was hard and throbbing, and he let the knowledge that he had these women here clear any anger from his veins.

“Serve me,” he said, and the two women crawled on their hands and knees to where he sat. On their knees where they belonged. And when their mouths licked his slit and length and balls, Auguste closed his eyes and thought of his brother mourning the heathen who was sucking on his flesh right then …

He hissed in pleasure as Jegudiel’s sister engulfed his length, almost making him come, so trained was she to deliver ecstasy to the Brethren brotherhood. Auguste fought back the sudden need to release and tipped his head back, envisioning Selaphiel seeing Destiny like this, on her knees for Auguste, just before Selaphiel died … eyes wide in shock and pain at seeing her alive … seeing her with her mouth full of the man Selaphiel hated most.

Patience, Auguste reminded himself as he felt his orgasm building, this time surrendering to its power. He just had to be patient.

Epilogue

Diel licked faster and faster along the seam of Noa’s pussy, her thighs clasping around his neck. She moaned out loud, and his cock throbbed with the need to sink into her. She ripped at his hair, tearing a growl from his mouth, which made Noa moan even louder.

Then Diel bit on Noa’s clit, and she broke apart, body shaking and jerking. He moved from between her legs and, in one quick move, sank inside her. He groaned as her pussy squeezed around him, still coming down from her orgasm. Diel clenched his teeth and pounded into her. Noa wrapped her hands in his hair, yanking at the strands.