Satan's Affair

I feel, rather than hear, Mortis climb onto the table. He pets my hair, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“Shh, Sibby. You have to be quiet,” Mortis demands quietly, eliciting shivers from the base of my neck down to my spine. I gurgle around Cronus’s dick, an attempt at whining.

I don’t have to do anything. If no one heard Gary’s screams, then surely they won’t hear me.

“Let me get under her,” Mortis says. Timothy moves out from under me, and Jackal and Baine slide out. Mortis slides beneath me, grabbing my thighs and settling them on either side of him. I let Cronus’s cock slip from my lips, already feeling so incredibly empty.

Mortis loves me on top. It’s his favored position and one I’m also happy to oblige. Biting my lip to contain a wide smile, I slide the crown of Mortis’s cock up and down my sopping pussy. He groans, low in his throat, his red eyes shining with dark promises.

“Sit on my fucking cock, Sibby. Now.”

I’m eager to comply. I slide his tip to my opening and slam my hips down. Cronus doesn’t waste time, slipping his cock past my lips to keep the moan from spilling out. Jackal and Baine move back into their positions. Slowly, Jackal works his cock into my pussy alongside Mortis’s, filling me so full that I can hardly breathe. I’ll never get used to the feeling of two dicks inside one hole—it feels too fucking good.

Once Jackal is in position, Baine follows suit and slides back inside my ass.

I squeeze my eyes shut, so tightly that I see stars.

“I wanna feel this pussy drenching me with your cum,” Mortis says right before lifting his head and drawing Cronus’s balls in his mouth. Cronus’s head kicks back, the veins in his throat pulsing as he barely holds onto the roar threatening to rip from his mouth.

All at once, my men begin to fuck me. Drilling their cocks into me until I don’t know where they begin and I end.

“Fuck, Timmy,” Jackal grunts from behind me. I smile around Cronus, knowing Timothy is sliding his cock right into Jackal’s ass. More than anything, I want to watch Timothy fuck Jackal, but I can’t bear to stop sucking on Cronus.

Pressure begins to build again as my henchmen pump their hips frantically. The sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing fills the room. Hands grab at me desperately, though the blood coating my body makes it hard for them to get a firm grip. The thought sends a fresh wave of pleasure straight to my core.

I lose all control over my body, slumping against Mortis. Cronus wraps his hand around my throat, keeping my head up as he fucks my mouth. The veins beneath his skin bulge, and the sight of his power makes my knees tremble. His hand squeezes tighter and tighter, until I can no longer breathe with his engorged dick ravishing my mouth.

Tears prick at my eyes and black spots dot my vision.

I need to breathe, but I need to come even more.

My men’s thrusts become sloppy and erratic as our orgasms build. Cronus reaches his peak first, groaning long and low as hot cum spurts from his co

ck. My mouth fills, and he releases the tension around my throat just enough for my cheeks to puff out. I have to focus on swallowing.

Cronus slides out, allowing the guttural screams from my throat to finally be heard. I come harder than I ever have before, my pussy gripping my men impossibly tight. I scream and scream, not caring if I’m heard two towns over.

Jackal and Baine follow suit a few seconds before Mortis. Judging by Timothy’s loud groan, I assume he found his release, too.

It feels like gallons of semen are being spilled into my body. My tummy bloats from the amount, and I have to grind my teeth against the incredible fullness.

And like a hand being pulled from a puppet, we all collapse, our bodies languid and shaky.

My head rolls to the side, my cheek smashed against Mortis’s bony shoulder. Blood smears across my cheek, but I don’t have the energy to care.

I stare at Gary. What’s left of him at least. It looks as if a powerful vacuum attached itself to his mouth and sucked the life out of him.

A tired smile draws across my face as peace settles deep within. I did something good today. Another evil soul, ridden from this planet.

Mortis taps my shoulder lightly. With a harrumph, I roll off of him. Him and the boys pick themselves up and start cleaning up the mess I made. Timothy cleans the blood, while Mortis drags Gary’s body out of the house. Jackal leaves to go find the stray body parts and clean upstairs.

“How do you feel?” Baine asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He talks like he’s a ghost.

“Good,” I sigh.

“Tomorrow morning we leave for Seattle, Washington. I heard rumors about that area.”

My brow puckers.