Chapter no 34 – ‌‌Power

ELORA by Beanie Harper

Five years later

Elora

“Ghy can’t I go?” I asked Felix, following him around his room as he packed enough clothes for a two-day trip.

He was traveling to Idaho for the weekend to help Jason with an unfortunate rogue situation. Over the past few years, they’d only had to step in a handful of times. With Jason and his packs helping, they made quick work of things.

“It’s dangerous, Baby,” he narrowed his eyes at me, getting annoyed at my persistence.

“I’m fully capable of looking after myself,” I assured. My abilities had only gotten stronger, not that I ever needed to use them. “Please? I just want to see what it’s like when you go on missions,” I explained. I bit my lip in thought. “I could help, you know,” I added.

Why would they fight when I could wipe out a pack of rogues in the blink of an eye? I didn’t want to hurt anyone–let alone kill them. But these rogues were terrible news; they tore through towns and killed innocent people.

Our wedding was five years away. During the next gathering, I’d officially be the queen of vampires. I think it was about time I contributed to their world’s main issue–rouges.

My last sentence made Felix still and whirl around to look down at me. “I don’t want you anywhere near rogues. End of discussion,” he declared in a dark tone.

Yeah, no.

Slightly angry at him for underestimating me, I felt my features twist into a scowl. “No, it’s not,” I shot back in a similar tone.

He raised his eyebrows, not looking as intimidated as I hoped he would.

Instead of looking taken aback by my tone, he seemed amused.

The smug reaction only made my frustration grow. “I want to help. I’m more efficient and stronger than anyone else that will be there.”

“Stronger?” He taunted.

I narrowed my eyes at him, annoyed at myself for using the wrong term. “I’m more powerful than anyone else,” I corrected. I smirked, tilting my chin up higher, looking dead into his eyes as I added, “Even you.”

Finally, I got the reaction I wanted. His amused expression was replaced with a challenging one. “Think so?” He stepped closer to me, his large body looming over mine.

My confidence wavered momentarily, and I felt small under his intensity. That moment was short as I remembered my goal. “I know so.”

Gently placing his hand on my cheek, he stroked it with his thumb. “Awe, Baby, do you actually think that?” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “You can kill more people faster than I can, yes. But if you think even for a second that you stand a chance in an actual battle setting, you’re wrong.”

“And why is that?” I pushed a huff of air escaping my lungs as my frustration grew.

“Your senses are weak, you’re slow, oblivious, and crumble under pressure,” he said matter-of-factly. “I love you, Baby, but I won’t be able to keep an eye on you if I allow you to come. Knowing you, you’d see a bird and follow it into the woods where a rogue could ambush you when I’m not watching.” He kissed the top of my head and pulled away from me.

Keeping my mouth shut, I glared at his back. I wasn’t that clueless about where I’d put myself in life-threatening danger. I thought hard about his example and got an idea. “That’s the difference between everyone else and me. You need to make physical contact and beat people to death, kind of like Neanderthals,” I insulted with a smile. “Whereas I can end someone’s life from a mile away,” I shot back. His back muscles tensed at my tone, and I began to feel a familiar anger flow through me. “Especially those who will underestimate and turn their back to me.”

Felix paused, his big body halting any movements. He shifted his head to the side before slowly turning to me. “Is that a threat, Elora?” He asked darkly. He stepped towards me; all his attention was on my eyes. “I don’t care how bright your eyes glow; you don’t scare me,” he grinned.

My eyes must’ve been shining bright silver. They did that when I felt upset or had too much emotion. My silver eyes were similar to their red ones. Whenever we felt something deeply or got emotional, our eyes shined brighter; theirs bright red and mine silver.

“It’s not a threat, just reminding you who actually has the real power,” I crossed my arms over my chest.

He chuckled. “What are you going to do? Kill me for five seconds, then bring me back. Stand down and lose the attitude before I remind you who’s in charge,” he warned.

“Just as long as you know that I can,” I pushed, wanting to make it clear that I was capable of more than he was. To add insult to injury, I topped my snark off with a shrug.

He took a breath as he narrowed his eyes at me in doubt. “You won’t.

You’re not brave enough to–”

Anger and power surged through me as the words left his lips. A blinding flash of light traveled from my feet, through the floor, and into his body. As soon as the light touched his chest, he fell to the ground.

My heart dropped, and my eyes widened in shock. “Oh shit, what did I do…” I mumbled. I didn’t mean to kill him; I really didn’t. He kept undermining my abilities, and I got angry.

He was going to be furious at me when I brought him back… I wasn’t too worried about him actually being dead; I knew I’d bring him back. I just had to figure out how to get out of the punishment I was bound to get for this.

This had only happened once before, and it was Eugene that I killed. He woke me up as I was having a nightmare, and in my sleepy fear, I accidentally killed him.

Quin ran into Felix’s room, immediately looking down at Felix’s body, then giving me a stern look. “Elora,” he scolded. “Bring him back,” he ordered.

“It was an accident!” I defended myself. “He’s going to be so mad at me, Quin… what did I do?” I stressed.

“Accident or not, you have to get yourself under control, Doll. You can’t just kill anyone that makes you angry,” he scolded.

“Felix started it; he was being mean!”

Quin cocked an eyebrow. “He was trying to do what’s best for you. None of us want you to go. Bring him back, now,” he ordered, leaving no

room in his tone for argument.

“Tell me she didn’t take out Felix,” Theo entered the room, falling into a fit of laughter as his eyes landed on Felix. “No fucking way,” he nudged Felix’s dead body with his shoe. “Princess, you fucked up,” he said, grabbing a Sharpie marker from his back pocket.

I tensed, knowing my punishment would be much worse if I let Theo draw profane things on Felix while he was unconscious. “Theo,” I warned.

He put the Sharpie back and sent me a charming smile. “You look so beautiful today; please don’t kill me,” he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, standing behind me.

My gift freaked Theo out the most. He was terrified of me accidentally killing him. After this, I would be too.

Hearing commotion, the rest of my guys entered the room. Uh oh.

Eugene chuckled, lifting Felix’s hand and dropping it. His heavy arm was limp and thudded onto the ground. “How does it feel? Not so funny when it happens to you, huh?” He smirked down at Felix.

Lucifer sent me a stern glance, making me avert my eyes. This was so bad.

“Again?” Dane started. “We need to work on this, Angel. You can’t keep having your emotions control you.” Dane had been able to calm me down several times, preventing things like this from happening. I’d had a few close calls with Theo and Felix in the past, as they got on my nerves more than the rest of my guys.

I understood this was really bad and killing people by accident was unacceptable, but sometimes I couldn’t help it. “I know.” My shoulders slumped, realizing that Felix was right. I needed to be able to control myself before I decided to step in and help with rogue situations.

Duke stood at the door, his eyes firmly on me. “The longer you wait, the worse it’ll be. Bring him back, Baby,” he instructed.

“Let me think!” I held my hand up, looking down at Felix’s body. How could I get out of this? If I hadn’t been so cocky earlier, I could have had a chance at getting out of here unscathed. But no, I had to open my mouth and challenge him.

“I won’t ask again,” Quin narrowed his eyes at me, his jaw flexing in an intimidating way.

I shrunk in Theo’s arms. Every second that ticked by was another second I was responsible for killing Felix.

“Three… Two…” Lucifer started the rapid and short countdown.

Knowing I was already in severe trouble, I didn’t want him to get to one.

At my hesitation, Quin narrowed his eyes. “Now, Elora,” he demanded, reaching to touch my arm.

Just as Quin’s rough hand touched my arm, Lucifer husked out the word ‘one.’

Overwhelmed, panicking, and rushed, I felt another wave of energy flow through me. My hands shook at my sides as Lucifer and Quin fell to the floor.

My heart pounded, knowing that this might actually be the end of me. This situation would have been bad if it was any three of my other guys, but I had to go and kill the three sadists.

I accidentally killed Felix, Quin, and Lucifer.

Theo let go of my shoulders, looking down at the three bodies with his mouth agape. “Princess…” he breathed out in shock.

Duke, Eugene, and Dane were also staring at the three of them with the same expression. I was fucked, and everyone knew it.

“I panicked,” I whispered, a pitiful explanation.

Dane made an unsure sound from the back of his throat. “Elora, this is unacceptable,” he said softly, trying not to hurt my feelings despite my horrible mistake.

Looking between Felix, Lucifer, and Quin, I nervously chewed my lip. “I know.” I was completely out of control.

Duke blinked at me, his gentle expression bringing the smallest amount of ease. “We’ll work on it, okay?” He gave me a comforting nod. I think he knew now was not the time for scolding; I was already getting punished. It was inevitable.

I was only able to nod as images of past punishments entered my mind Eugene let out a humorless huff of a laugh. “Quin looked at the clock

before he came up here, Love,” he informed. “He’s going to know how long you wait before you bring them back,” he warned.

My body tensed. Killing all three of them was bad enough as it was. Waiting several minutes to return them while I panicked was even worse. They were going to be livid.

Power surged through me again as another bright light traveled from my body to each of theirs. Their chests glowed briefly before they shifted their bodies, my gift bringing them back to life.

Nervously fidgeting with my fingers, I watched them sit up. For a moment, their handsome faces twisted into disoriented expressions. Felix glanced around the room, making eye contact with everyone before his gaze landed on me.

His eyes changed from dark to bright red as his body shifted to stand. Confirming my thoughts, his expression was upset and eager. I was in big trouble, and there was no denying it now.

Going against my panic, guilt, and nervousness, I did something that even I was shocked by. I giggled. My hand was quick to cover my mouth as I ran. Bolting past Duke out the door, I sprinted as fast as possible, not wanting to face Felix’s wrath.

I had no idea what sick humor came over me. When I saw his face, I realized I was entirely right. I told him I was more powerful than him and accidentally proved it… three times.

There was also the absolute acceptance in me of what was to come. Whenever I’d been punished in the past, I tried to delay it or get myself out of it. Not this time, though. In my defense, it was kind of funny, in a way, how deeply in trouble I was. I guess I thought it was funny because it couldn’t get much worse.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get far, halting as Quin came out of nowhere, stopping before me. My eyes rounded, turning to go to my room, but Lucifer was to my left. As a last-ditch effort, I turned again, locking eyes with Felix.

The three of them had me cornered in the hall. “Where do you think you’re going, Baby?” Felix smirked, but there was little to no humor in his tone.

There was no escaping, but it might be fun to try and sweet-talk them. After all, how much worse would slight teasing make the punishment? I folded my hands behind my back and tried not to look nervous. “Oh, exercise is really good for you. I was just going to go on a run,” I grinned.

Felix approached me, and I didn’t dare move. My heart was hammering in my chest as he stalked toward me. “You want to exercise?” He repeated. “After we’re finished with you, you’ll have all your exercise done for a month,” his voice was low and promising.

I widened my eyes. Oh shit…

Before I could interject, I was thrown over his shoulder. He walked fast, knowing our exact destination. Lucifer and Quin followed behind us, their

eyes locked on me as tents grew in their pants.

Eyeing the large bulges, I began to think that a punishment might not be so bad after all. Arousal flooded through me, betraying the part of me that was incredibly nervous about the punishment.

Felix’s hand was on my thigh, slowly sliding up closer to my pussy. The skirt and thin thong I wore gave him easy access. I opened my mouth to talk them out of punishing me again, but I didn’t get the chance.

Instead, a moan came out as Felix plunged a finger inside me. Quin smirked, watching my dazed expression as Felix fingered me. His finger was soaked in seconds, and my cum was spread around my pussy from the roughness and speed he moved his wrist at.

The button-up he wore was bunched in my fists. I whimpered, trying to keep that smugness I had a few seconds ago. I immediately gave into his touch as my body relaxed, only focusing on the way his finger curled inside me.

I’d been punished a few times; punishment was always more intense than our regular–still intense, sex. The beginning was always excellent, full of pleasure and orgasms. Then it quickly turned into overstimulation, sending me deep into subspace, and I always experienced sub drop. I did my best to prepare myself for the sub drop, but it was easier said than done. Now that I was almost done with medical school, I understood why it happened. I just wish I was able to control it.

They’d never been bothered by my behavior after an intense scene; if anything, they got annoyed that I apologized so much. They never admitted it, but I think they liked having to take care of me. I loved it because I loved the attention. Although sometimes it took me a few hours to break out of subspace, I loved aftercare.

Duke had never been involved in any punishment since the very first one. He stayed away during punishments but always came to cuddle me when we were done. One day that would probably change, but for now, neither of us could handle that. We learned quickly that during a punishment, everything was fine, but afterward, emotions crashed, and everything became too much to handle.

At first, I thought it was because I was subconsciously more attached to him. It made sense because I was more attached to him during my childhood. After giving it more thought, I realized why the two of us couldn’t handle punishment while I could with my other guys.

In the simplest terms, we loved each other differently. I didn’t love Duke the same way I loved the others. Just like I didn’t love Eugene the same way that I loved Theo. I loved them all endlessly and equally, just differently.

It was beautiful to love seven completely different men and have them love me in return. It was the most natural thing in the world to me, effortless and all-consuming.

They each gave me everything I could have ever wanted and more, but they had different ways of showing their love. Eugene was romantic, Theo made me laugh, Duke was caring, Quin was understanding, Dane was gentle and helpful, Felix was passionate, and Lucifer loved through his actions rather than words.

We passed by Duke, Eugene, Theo, and Dane. They had amused grins plastered on their lips, watching me squirm in Felix’s arms. My courage was gone, replaced with an intense need to let them fuck me raw.

“Careful what you wish for,” Lucifer threatened. His eyes were bright red, angry, and hungry. Angry at me and hungry for me; a deadly combination. This was the first time I’d done something this bad, and they wouldn’t go easy on me.

We turned the corner to enter Lucifer’s room, and my heart skipped a beat, the seriousness of what they were about to do to me settling in. As my final last-ditch effort to save myself, I locked eyes with Duke. “D–” Before I could call out his name, he was already shaking his head at me.

He didn’t move from where he stood outside Lucifer’s door. Crossed arms matched his look of satisfaction as he watched me get finger fucked while Felix carried me to my doom.

Obviously, he knew that I was going to ask him to save me, and he happily denied me with one simple shake of his head. “You deserve what you’re about to get, Baby,” he rasped with a chill in his voice.

The authority in his tone made my head perk up in shock. My mouth fell open in disbelief that he was so willing to let them punish me. He usually saved me–without me having to ask! He usually grabbed me, sat me on his lap, and wrapped his arms around me protectively when Quin threatened to punish me.

Slightly offended that he was happy about this, I narrowed my eyes at the vampire. I stuck my tongue out at him, not in the pointed, childish way. Oh no, what I did was much more deadly. I opened my mouth, sticking my

tongue out in the way that I had hundreds of times when he spilled his cum down my throat. An invitation, if you will.

Duke pushed his head back, his eyebrows dropping lower, taken back at my response. Theo and Eugene shared a look of shock at my boldness. Theo looked at the expression on Duke’s face before he turned to me with a smug grin.

Their reactions gave me back the sliver of confidence that was being slowly fucked out of me by Felix’s finger. I smirked. “Look at you, acting tough,” I giggled. “Mad?” I asked, grinning like crazy. “Do something about it,” I challenged.

Duke’s fist clenched, his jaw flexed before we turned a corner, and he was out of sight. I was being carried down the creepy hallway of death into the Butcher Shop.

Felix added two more fingers without warning, and I screamed out. My pussy clenched around his big fingers as pleasure filled my lower torso. “Do you understand why you’re being punished?” Felix asked lowly.

“I knocked you on your asses–” I gasped, sucking in a long breath of air as he twisted the three fingers inside me as he moved them. I instantly regretted my sass, hearing the door to the Butcher Shop close behind us.

Felix pulled his fingers out of me, yanking me back over his shoulder and tossing me onto the bed with black silk sheets. I quickly sat up, propping myself up with my arms behind my back as I watched the three swarm around the bed.

I shrunk as they took their positions. Felix was on the left side of the bed, Lucifer on the right, and Quin was standing at the foot of the bed. My gaze shifted between their vacant expressions, waiting for one of them to pounce at me.

They just stood there, watching me, as if they were waiting for something. I was way too nervous to say anything, knowing I’d dug myself a massive hole already.

Quin tilted his head to the side. “Why so quiet, Doll? What happened to all that shit you were talking a moment ago?” He challenged.

Crimson stained my cheeks, and my heart pounded against my ribs, wishing I could take back the snarky comments. It was fun at the time, but now as three intimidating bodies loomed over my small one, I definitely didn’t think it was funny anymore.

Quin leaned down until his face was dangerously close to mine. My breath hitched as I felt his cool breath against my lips. “If one more bratty sentence leaves these lips,” he firmly grabbed my cheeks, smooshing my lips together. “We’ll take turns fucking your little throat so raw that you won’t be able to speak for a week.” He kept his grip on my face, showing the promise in his threat. “Understand?”

My head moved up and down, nodding as best as I could with his hand like steel against me. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I breathed, my cleavage catching his attention as it spilled out the top of my shirt.

Quin released my cheeks, his hands moving lower where they gripped the top of my shirt and ripped it and my bra down the middle. I whimpered at the force of the action, shrinking back as he tore the fabric off of me.

Cold air bit my hot skin, making my nipples stand at attention and goosebumps scatter across my body.

Quin smirked, watching my body react to the sudden coldness. His hand was surprisingly gentle as it cupped my breast, softly caressing the swell of it. I flinched back when his finger and thumb pinched my sensitive nipple. “Cold or hot?” He asked.

Not understanding his question and unable to think with this hand on my breast, I chose the more appealing of the two options. “Cold.” Lucifer liked to drip hot wax on me, which felt good, but the less they did to me, the better off I was.

Felix seemed eager in an evil way as he walked out of sight to a part of the room with a mini fridge and a few snacks. It was also where Lucifer kept wax, a few of his ropes, and miscellaneous things they hadn’t shown or used on me.

Quin gave my breast a rough smack, sending a high-pitched slapping sound across the quiet room. He stepped back, making room for me to stand at the foot of the bed in front of him. “Take your skirt and panties off,” he ordered.

I didn’t waste any time arguing with him. Standing beside him, his large frame dwarfed mine as I nervously fumbled over my feet while pulling my skirt and underwear down my legs. Once I was fully undressed and pink with embarrassment, I looked back up at him, ready for my next orders.

His red eyes all over my skin made me shiver, but I refrained from covering myself; that never ended well. “Good girl,” he cooed, running his

fingers through my loose hair, being unusually tame for the predicament I was in.

A noise behind me captured my attention, and I turned to see Lucifer with a long black rope in his hands. He tied it around the top of the bed frame into a fancy knot. Oh goodness…

A sharp yank on my hair made me look back up at Quin. His jaw was clenched as he tangled his hand in my hair. “Eyes on me.” My hair was knotted in his fist as he pulled me closer to him.

Blinking up at his handsome (yet scary) face, I nodded in compliance.

He let go of my hair before his hands traveled down my torso, dipping between my thighs. His fingertips barely brushed against my clit, and I stumbled a step closer to him, craving more.

He chuckled. “Do you think you deserve to be touched, Doll?”

No, not at all.

I gently shook my head. “No… but that’s never stopped you before,” I said quietly, not wanting my honesty to be mistaken for sass.

Quin cocked an eyebrow down at me, dipping his hand lower and running his finger along my slit. I was dripping down my thighs for them, eager and ready to be filled. Gathering the slickness onto his fingers, he lifted them to my mouth. “Open,” he rasped.

My lips parted, and he stuck his middle and index fingers into my mouth. My lips wrapped around his fingers, and I sucked my juices off them, not looking away from him as I did.

His lip twitched up in approval. “You’re such a dirty little girl.” He shoved his fingers further into my mouth, following my tongue until his fingers touched the back of my throat. He smirked as he pushed down on the very back of my tongue, and I fought the urge to gag. My mouth filled with saliva as he pumped his two fingers in and out of my mouth.

My hands twitched at my sides, wanting to reach out and touch him. My pussy was dripping wet–literally running down my bare legs. His fingers pumping into my mouth mimicked a dick, and I wanted the real thing.

He hummed in delight as my eyes filled with tears.

Felix stepped into sight from around the corner, carrying a champagne bucket. He looked me up and down, his eyes roaming my body as he chuckled humorlessly. “Already crying, Baby?” He teased. “We haven’t even started yet, and you’re already drooling and soaking for us–how cute.”

Quin pulled his fingers out of my mouth, and I caught my breath. Felix set the bucket with the unknown contents on the table beside the bed. Lucifer finished making what was undoubtedly my death trap and stood in front of me with the other two.

Lucifer was still glaring at me as he started undoing the black belt that kept his jeans up. “Bend over the bed and spread your fucking legs,” he ordered, venom laced in each word.

Lucifer had always been in control of everything and everyone around him. His gift protected him that way. Even with those who hadn’t allowed him into their mind, he could always anticipate their next move. He must’ve been upset that he couldn’t take control of my mind to stop me before I knocked him out.

Not wanting to further upset him or my other two guys, I turned around, keeping my legs straight as I pressed my cheek onto the cool silk. No matter how many hundreds of times they’d seen every naked part of me, I still got shy.

My heart pounded in my chest as I stood bent over the bed, giving them a perfect view of my ass and pussy. A loud slap made me flinch, and I recognized the sound of Lucifer’s belt. I widened my eyes, remembering the one other time he slapped me with that same leather belt. My ass was sore for a whole week, even with my ability to heal.

The urge to beg for forgiveness started forming in my mind. I could picture myself on my knees in front of them. I would plead innocence because, at the end of the day, it was an accident.

All thoughts of pleading were swiftly erased from my thoughts as Lucifer hit my ass with the belt. “Don’t try it,” he warned in an icy tone, hearing my plans to beg for forgiveness.

My fists wrapped themselves around the bedsheets as I winced. My lips pressed tightly together, stopping any whimpers or moans from escaping. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.

Stupid hot evil dreamy scary he devils.

Lucifer chuckled; there was genuine amusement in the deep sound. In any other circumstance, I would leap with joy from hearing a rare laugh from him. “You know you’re playing my favorite game, Kitten,” he declared.

Out of all his games, forcing a moan out of me when I tried to keep quiet was always one of his favorites. Still, I kept my lips sealed as he

struck me with the belt again. The stinging pain rippled through my body, slowly turning to pleasure.

A large cold hand soothed the burning red skin on my ass as he gently stroked it. “Does it hurt?” Quin asked with a mischievous hint in his voice.

Looking over my shoulder at him, I gave him the best doe eyes I could muster. “Uh-huh. I’m really sorry–ouch!” I shrieked as he slapped my sore ass, shaking his head at me.

“You’re sorry?” He repeated. “What are you sorry for, Doll?” He asked while crouching next to me.

My eyes roamed his face, wondering what angle he was playing. I’d take whatever chance I could to make this easier on myself. “Killing you… and everything after that.”

Quin smirked, glancing behind me at the other two. “Awe, she’s sorry,” he taunted.

“You can say you’re sorry all you want,” Felix dismissed. “You’re going to show us just how sorry you are with that hot little body,” he rasped. I tensed, feeling his hand snake around my throat as he pulled me back to my feet. My back was pressed against his front, his hand around my neck, tilting my head back to look up at his stern face.

Tilting his head down at me, he innocently lifted his brows. “What’s your word?”

“Vanilla.” The word rolled off my tongue easily.

Without warning, he shoved me forward, and my body crashed onto the bed. I didn’t get a chance to collect myself before Lucifer captured my wrists, tangling them in rope.

Lucifer moved faster than my eyes could fathom, tying my wrists together and pulling another end of the rope that was connected to the top of the bed frame over our heads.

As Lucifer worked to put me in a compromising position, I watched Quin and Felix as they started undressing. My mouth watered at the sight of the veins on their dicks.

Yummy.

Lucifer wrapped the soft rope around my breasts, thighs, and torso. We were both on our knees as he worked to tie me up, and I happily let him do whatever he wanted. After a few minutes, his hands stopped moving, and he grinned at me, admiring his intricate work.

My arms were tied up high above my head, restrained so I couldn’t move them. My thighs were spread wide open, with rope tied around each of them. My calves were tucked under my thighs, and Lucifer tied them to my thighs. The rope was wrapped around my breasts, squeezing and restraining them.

Quin’s eyes roamed around the labyrinth of knots that entangled me. He looked at the few strings of rope that were wrapped around the top of the bed and tied to my body. Slowly, a mischievous realization dawned on him. “You’ve outdone yourself this time, Lucifer,” he complimented.

Felix smirked, the same satisfaction in his features. My eyes fell on his dick as he walked over to the side of the bed. It stood stiff and proud against his torso. For a split second, I forgot that I was being punished. The three of them fucking me thoughtless was starting to sound like a reward.

He stood beside the bed, looking up and down the ropes and my body. “You look so pretty, Baby,” he husked.

The gentleness in his tone made me relax, but I was well aware that they were being suspiciously nice. I’d played this game with them before and knew this was the calm before the storm. Their kindness was a massive warning, and they’d never been this nice before they punished me. I narrowed my eyes at him, catching onto his plans. “Uh-huh.” Stay strong, Elora.

With a knowing grin, he reached out and pinched my nipple. I tried to flinch away from the harsh touch, but with ropes tied to the top of the bed to support me, I didn’t get far.

I gasped at the sensation. My nipples were extra sensitive due to the lack of circulation. Lucifer grabbed my other breast, massaging it as he ran his thumb over my nipple. It was almost torture as they toyed with me while I squirmed.

Quin climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of me; his large frame was nearly double the width of mine. He held his hand out to Lucifer but didn’t look away from me. “Let’s test your creation, shall we?”

Lucifer handed him two ropes, and I felt my body shift. Cautiously watching Lucifer, my nerves grew. “Test it?” I questioned. It clearly worked–I was suspended, completely at their will, and no part of my body had turned purple and fallen off.

Lucifer slapped my breast, and I whimpered. My arousal ran down my thighs as I grew more impatient for them to touch me.

Quin’s’ biceps flexed as he pulled the ropes, and my body lifted higher into the air. You’d think I weighed nothing with the ease he moved with–but it was just his vampire strength.

Lucifer smirked. “You’re going to be our little fuck puppet,” he whispered.

They didn’t give me enough time to process what that meant before they all started moving at once. Quin laid on the bed under me, and Felix disappeared behind me. Quin used the rope to puppeteer my body, forcing me lower until the tip of his dick was against my pussy.

I shivered as he loosened his grip on the rope, slowly lowering me down and burying himself inside me. My eyes rounded as he pulled and released the rope a few times, making me bounce on his dick. “O–oh!” I cried out in pleasure.

Quin smirked. “Ah, ah, ah, you’re being punished, Doll. I don’t want to hear a single moan from you. For the next few hours, you’re our fuckdoll, only here for us to use you. Understand?”

With a nod, I pressed my lips together. So this was the punishment. They got to fuck my brains out and use me to their heart’s desire. I was a selfish person, but his words sent another wave of arousal onto his dick. I loved the thought of them using me to get off.

Something cold and slick touched my ass. It was lube, and I prepared myself for the rough fucking my ass was about to take. Felix had never been gentle; none of the men in this room were.

Quin began using my body to fuck himself again. I pressed my lips together, trying not to moan. Instead of feeling Felix’s dick against my ass, something freezing cold pressed against me, making me flinch and gasp.

Lucifer smirked, and I saw Felix hand him a long ice cube that was rounded on each end. My jaw practically unhinged as Felix pushed the freezing ice into my ass. My back straightened in surprise as I whimpered. Lucifer tilted his head to the side, watching me as he pressed his ice to the sensitive skin on my neck.

I moaned, my mind in scrambles at the different sensations. Quin was fucking into me roughly–which was enough to make me a mess by itself. Lucifer traced the melting ice slowly from my neck, across my chest, to my breasts, where he slowly circled it, closing in on my nipple. Felix pumped the ice into my ass, making freezing water drip down my thighs and adding pressure to Quin’s thrusts.

Lucifer finally pressed the ice against my nipple, making me cry out in torment and pleasure. “Awe, look how easily her dumb little Kitten brain shatters,” he taunted.

Felix chuckled as he placed his dick against my ass, slowly pushing himself into me. I thought he was done with the ice torture, but I was very wrong. He added the ice again, pushing it into me with each of his own thrusts.

“Daddy,” I begged.

Felix and Quin began thrusting in unison, making my eyes roll back in ecstasy. Quin was still in control of the rope and my body, using me as he promised.

Felix balled his hand into my hair, gathering it in a ponytail. “Let Daddy have his fun, Baby,” he dismissed. His lips attacked my neck, kissing, biting, and sucking on the cold spot that Lucifer teased with the ice.

Lucifer trailed the ice down my torso, slowly approaching the area I hoped he’d forgotten about. I was panting, fighting an orgasm that they were literally forcing out of me. My thighs tensed when he reached his destination, pressing the ice against my pussy, and swirling the ice around my clit.

All three of them moved in sync as if they had pre-arranged plans. Quin handled the up-and-down movement, fucking me onto them at an impossible speed, while Felix grabbed my hips and moved me in a back- and-forth motion. Lucifer put more pressure on my clit, pushing me over the edge. I came in a matter of seconds, moans escaping my lips.

I watched Lucifer as he lifted the ice to his mouth and bit the end off of it. Ice that thick would have hurt a regular person, maybe even broken a few teeth, but he was perfectly fine–obviously.

Felix pulled his lips away from my neck, which I was sure he’d marked with love bites. A low moan rumbled from his chest. “You feel so good, Baby,” he rasped. They didn’t slow down to let me recover. I could tell my eyes were shining bright silver again–not because I was going to kill anyone, but because of the pleasure.

Lucifer grabbed my face and turned me to him, instantly plunging his freezing cold tongue into my mouth. I moaned into his mouth, feeling the ice inside his mouth as our tongues danced together in a desperate kiss. He bit my lip, drawing a drop of blood that he quickly licked away before it healed.

He broke away, holding the ice between his lips as he sucked on my nipple. A new set of pleading moans spilled from my mouth, filling the room. Keeping quiet was impossible, and I was glad it wasn’t being regulated by any of them.

Quin moaned. “Are you close again, Doll? I can feel you clenching around me,” he smirked.

“Yes!” I almost screamed. My thighs shook, and I wished I could close them for a second.

Lucifer shook his head. “You’re not even close to done, Kitten,” he informed. He pulled away from me, and I watched in a trance as he lifted his shirt over his head, then removed his pants. His dick sprung up and slapped him in the stomach. My mouth started watering, knowing there was only one other available hole for him to fill.

Shaking his head at me, he chuckled. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about which of your holes I’m going to use.” His hand touched my thigh, undoing one of the ropes that restrained it.

Wondering what he was doing, I narrowed my eyes at him. Quin and Felix slowed their movements, watching him as well. Lucifer gave my inner thigh a quick slap before he straightened my leg, placing it over his shoulder where he stood beside me. My leg was stretched to the maximum. I was lucky they’d bent me in crazy positions before, or I wouldn’t be flexible enough for… what was this?

Quin seemed surprised for a split second before he looked up at me. “If Duke ever–”

“He won’t,” Lucifer cut him off but kept staring at me. “Because that door is closed, and no one in this room will tell him,” he gave me a look that I couldn’t read.

“What?” I blinked a few times, trying to get out of the haze quickly clouding my ability to think.

Lucifer wore a mischievous gleam as he spoke. “There are a few things that Duke requested that we never do to you,” he said casually. “This is number one on that list,” he said as he grabbed his dick.

I didn’t move as he stepped closer, standing just at the edge of the bed.

He placed his dick at my entrance, right next to Quin.

For the first time since losing my virginity, I was genuinely nervous and unsure of what they wanted to do to me. There was no way… it wouldn’t

fit, it would hurt, and Duke didn’t want me doing it. I couldn’t lie to him. “I… I don’t know about this,” I hesitated.

Lucifer’s eyes locked with mine. “I do. I know that, just like everything else, you’ll end up liking it. Duke doesn’t make the rules for your body, does he?” He asked in my mind.

No… but I still cared about what he thought. I adored that Duke was protective over me in a way that the rest weren’t. He still tried to preserve my innocence and was always gentle with me. But he wasn’t here, and Lucifer promised he wouldn’t know. I’d try anything (within reason) once. “Don’t tell Duke,” I whispered, nodding at him to continue.

Lucifer held my thigh while he slowly pushed his dick into me. I winced, squeezing the ropes by my hands. I felt stretched entirely and full with all three of them inside me. My pussy was aching yet soaking and throbbing with a greedy desire.

Felix kissed the back of my neck. “Relax, Baby. The worst is over,” he comforted. “Look down. Look how pretty you look with us inside you,” he ordered.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked down. I widened my eyes, seeing the three of them buried inside me. That’s gonna hurt in the morning…

Felix started moving again, fucking my ass hard, deep, and slow. I moaned, looking down at Quin, silently telling him I wanted him to move too. I’d never been able to cum from anal alone.

Quin waited a few more seconds before he began thrusting upwards, forgetting about the rope, probably not wanting to hurt me now that Lucifer had joined. The tenderness from being stretched was still new, and I winced. I was able to heal very quickly, but it would probably hurt for a few more minutes.

I’d always liked the combination of pleasure and pain; it heightened everything. I loved when the painful sting, burn, or cold turned into intense pleasure.

Lucifer began moving, pushing into me as Quin pulled out, making their slow thrusts feel much faster. Quin held the side of my face. “Are you okay, Doll?” He asked.

“I’m okay.”

He looked relieved as his hand moved to my neck. “Wrong answer,” he warned before he squeezed the sides of my throat.

Deep, uncontrollable moans left my lips in a whisper, and my head fell back as they fucked into me. Quin’s hand was tight on my throat, and I felt my head start to turn pink. My body felt like it was floating–completely happy and smothered in pleasure. I loved this, but I could feel them holding back–not that they were being gentle by any means. I knew they could be rougher, but they probably thought I would tap out. “Harder,” I instructed, unsure if I was talking about their thrusts or Quin’s’ choking.

There was a lull in their movements; the only one who I could see was Lucifer. His expression became challenging, and before I knew it, I was screaming.

I regretted my words instantly. The three grabbed me, Felix with his hand tangled in my hair, Quin squeezing my neck, and Lucifer pinched my nipple. Their thrusts were almost painfully hard and fast.

Tears were streaming down my face as tiny black dots started to take over my vision. Before I passed out, Quin loosened his grip, and I blinked myself further into consciousness. “Poor Baby, trying so hard to stay awake,” he teased.

“She knocked us out; I think it’s only fair we show her how it feels,” Felix added from behind me, pulling my hair harder.

Quin squeezed my throat again. “How long were we out, Doll?” He asked while smirking at me.

I widened my eyes, knowing I should have brought them back the second I accidentally killed them. Not minutes after. “I–I don’t know,” I lied.

Lucifer suddenly slammed into me ruthlessly, knowing that I lied. “Three!” I cried out. “Three minutes,” I panted, and Lucifer went back to his previous pace.

Quin squeezed harder. “Look at the clock,” he ordered.

Glancing over at the clock on one of the nightstands, it read 6:32pm. I moaned, feeling myself start to slip away, ecstasy taking over my senses. The only thing I could feel was pleasure and their hands on my skin.

“There she goes; slow down,” I faintly heard Lucifer say as I went limp in their arms.

…

I heard myself whimpering, and an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion washed over me as I came back. My pussy was throbbing, and I was going to cum any second. Blinking my eyes open, I looked at Lucifer, who

smirked at me. “In a few seconds, we’re going to put you down, and you’re going to open your mouth, understand?”

The clock just changed from 6:34 pm to 6:35pm. Three minutes. I felt groggy as I nodded, reaching my sore arms back to touch Felix’s hair. Wait– my arms. I looked down, realizing that I was untied. No more ropes secured me.

Quin held my body up while he lifted his hips to my pussy. Lucifer was pounding into me from the side, and Felix was fucking my ass so ruthlessly that it was starting to feel sore. My pussy clenched tightly around them as I moaned. “I’m gonna cum,” I warned.

Lucifer moaned. “That’s my good girl. Cum for us, Kitten,” he encouraged.

A powerful orgasm rippled through me, and I felt myself squeeze each of their dicks as their thrusts got jerky. I watched Quin with a lustful gaze. He looked incredibly sexy under me. His abs and chest flexed as he thrust into me, his bottom lip between his teeth, moans, and grunts rumbling through his chest. I could have cum again just from looking at him.

“Get ready, Baby,” Felix said. “Ready for what?” I panted out.

Suddenly, I was lifted by Lucifer, and all of them slid out of me at the same time. I gasped at the emptiness, missing them inside me. There was relief as the stretching feeling quickly went away. He placed me on the floor, on my knees. “Open your mouth, Kitten,” he reminded.

Oh, right. I opened my mouth for them as they stood around me. I watched in a lustful trance as they jerked themselves off before Quin and Lucifer spilled their cum down my throat. Felix came on my breasts, leaving me covered in sweat, my cum, and his. I looked up at each of them, entranced by their moans and handsome expressions.

A drop of cum ran down my chin, and I looked at them as I caught it with my thumb and sucked it clean.

Felix smiled, grabbing my hands and helping me stand up. “Do you need a break?” He asked.

A what.

“We’re not done?” I deadpanned.

A smug expression accompanied the smile he wore. “You’re still standing, aren’t you?”

My mouth dropped open in shock. It’d been half an hour, I just had three dicks in me at once, I was exhausted, and a sticky mess. “Barely! And I’m gross,” I looked down at myself.

Quin eyed me. “They won’t care,” he shrugged. They?

Lucifer grabbed me by my waist and laid me at the end of the bed. “I don’t think she needs a break,” he decided. I squirmed as he cuffed my wrists to a steel metal bar that he hooked to each side of the bed. He did the same to my legs but chained them higher, so I was hanging off the edge of the bed with my legs spread in a V position.

I widened my eyes. “Wait–I already got punished–”

Quin smirked. “BabyDoll, you killed us. I love you, but I’ll be damned if you leave this room being able to walk, stand, or even limp,” he warned.

Felix came around the corner with a terrifying-looking machine I’d never seen before. It was huge and had some kind of wheel, with a steel rod and a… penis… on the end. “What’s that?” I squeaked out.

Felix chuckled. “Quin told you, you’re going to be our fucktoy tonight, Baby. What kind of punishment would it be if we give you a break between us using you?” He said as if it was obvious.

I tried to close my legs or move my body at all, but the steel rods Lucifer used to chain me to the bed didn’t budge.

Lucifer came back with sweatpants on and a cloth. He gently wiped my chest, removing any stickiness before throwing it in the garbage. “You didn’t think we’d let you off that easily, did you?” He said lowly.

Easily?! What about that was easy? I must have really pissed them off… I whimpered as Felix placed the plastic penis (which was much smaller than all my guys) against my entrance. He held a small remote and smirked at me. “It’s going to be a long night for you, Baby,” he pressed a button, and the machine pushed into me, and it didn’t stop. It just kept going at the same pace. The three started walking out of the room, leaving me alone

with the plastic penis torture machine.

“Felix! Lucifer! Quin!” I shouted after them, but they just chuckled as they left, leaving the door slightly ajar. “You can’t do–” I gasped as the machine suddenly beeped and went faster.

My pussy was already sensitive from earlier. This fake penis had nothing on my guys, but I couldn’t move. I had no choice other than to lay here and take it. This was them challenging me. I knew they expected me to

use my safeword, but I could do this all night. I already did the hard part. I wouldn’t give in that easily. My stubbornness was being tested, and I was determined to win.

“Please!” I screamed again after I came for the fifth time. It’d been over an hour of the steady thrusts from the machine. My thighs were covered in my cum, and my legs shook. This was pure torture–I didn’t know how much more I could take.

“Please, what, Love?” Eugene’s soft voice was music to my ears.

I turned my head, seeing him leaning against the door. “Eugene,” I sighed in relief. “Get this thing away from me,” I begged.

He kicked off the door and started walking towards me. “Okay,” he agreed easily. He grabbed the machine and pulled it back, clicking an off switch. “Better?” He grinned.

My pussy had a break for the first time in what felt like forever. “Eugene, I love you,” I panted out.

He chuckled. “I’m not in here to save you, Love,” he warned as he began undoing his pants. “I wasn’t planning on participating in their sick games, but you sounded so sexy up here moaning and crying,” he groaned.

He grabbed his dick, watching me with glowing red eyes, and I bit my bottom lip. Even after all this, I still wanted him. My pussy was sore, and every muscle in my body ached, but I couldn’t resist any of my guys when they were all so stupidly sexy. Sheesh, I’m a slut. Well, I was their slut, so it was okay.

His dark eyebrows fell, shadowing his eyes. A smirk played on his lips as he slowly approached. “So you haven’t had enough,” he observed.

With my lip between my teeth, I slowly shook my head no. “I don’t think I ever will,” I promised. Truthfully, if sex wasn’t so mentally and physically draining, we’d probably never stop. They didn’t need breaks or get exhausted like I did, so it was good that I was mostly human, or we’d never get anything done.

Cold fingers touched my ankle before trailing down my leg. The lustful expression he held was enough to make my clit throb with need. Goosebumps covered the delicate skin of my inner thigh as his rough fingers ran over it. Deep red eyes locked with mine as he ran his finger dipped down to my already-soaked entrance. I squirmed against the restraints as he pushed his finger into me. “Tell me what you want,” he ordered hushedly.

The steady motion of his finger pushing into me was taunting, and I craved more. My gaze fell to his veiny dick, standing proud against his torso. Yummy. My lashes fluttered as I shifted my gaze back to him. “I want you to fuck me until it hurts… then keep going.”

Eugene moved fast–faster than any human could, as he buried himself into me with no warning. His finger was still inside me, now accompanied by his dick.

A low intoxicated moan echoed off the walls as my eyes rolled back. His thrusts were impossibly fast, pounding a spot inside me that seemed to have a direct connection to my brain–or lack of a brain.

He chuckled. “Everyones listening to you moan like a slut. Why don’t you give them a show, Love?” He teased with an upward curl of his finger. “Every time I curl my finger, I want you to tell them how much you love being fucked like a slut,” he instructed.

I blushed but didn’t have time to fully let the embarrassment sink in before he curled his finger again. A pathetic whimper left my lips, my orgasm already surfacing. “I love being used like a slut,” I moaned out.

An evil grin spread across his lips. “Louder, Love.”

Clenching around him, my body practically begged him to let me cum. The plastic dick was nothing compared to the passion and utter force of Eugene. Although I came with the machine, each time I came, I felt deprived of an intense earth-shattering orgasm that only my guys could give me. Some would say I’d been spoiled–but I deserved nothing less than mind-numbing, earth-crumbling sex (so says Theo).

Even as sore as I was, I would choose to be fucked rough and hard rather than impaled repetitively by a piece of plastic.

His abs flexed with each thrust into me, and I moaned. “You look so yummy,” I thought aloud. My voice came out in a drunk-sounding moan.

He licked his lips. “Yeah?” He moaned, his eyebrows starting to furrow in pleasure.

“Uh-huh–” He curled his finger. “Y–yes! Fuck, you feel so good!” I called out, forgetting what I was supposed to say.

“I can feel you holding it in for me, Love,” he hummed in approval. Slowing his thrusts, he leaned over me. His lips crashed onto mine, sending the tingles I loved, making my entire body shiver. He licked my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth for him. Instead of tongue fucking my mouth, he pulled back, looking at my parted lips. “You’re still being punished,” he reminded lowly, his thrusts getting harder. He used his free hand and grabbed my cheeks, smooshing my lips together. “This hot little mouth doesn’t deserve kisses, does it?” He asked with false sympathy.

Craving his lips on mine again, a pitiful whine escaped. They knew my soft spots so well, and kissing was a big one. One time Theo and I were making out because I was on my period. After half an hour of his tongue in my mouth and gentle grinding, I came. How easily it happened was embarrassing, but Theo was obnoxiously proud of himself. To this day, he bragged about it.

Tears pricked my eyes as I watched Eugene’s lips. “Please?” I begged as he fucked me.

His thumb swiped across my cheek, collecting tears that escaped. He stuck his thumb in my mouth, making me lick the tears off. “No,” he denied with a smirk. “You said I’m yummy?” He repeated.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned my answer, unable to hold my orgasm back for much longer. “I can’t hold it,” I warned.

He pulled his finger out of me abruptly, and with both his hands, he untied my wrists. With newfound freedom, I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

“As a reward for being so good for me, I’ll give your little slutty mouth what it wants,” he assured while his thumb ran over my lips. “As a punishment, you don’t get to swallow until I say so,” he added with a smirk. “Now cum for me,” he ordered.

I screamed out as he began thrusting inhumanly fast again, hitting a spot with each thrust that prolonged my orgasm.

His movements began to get sloppy as he approached his own release. Reaching back, he united my ankles in one swift motion. My legs shook as they fell to the bed. Eugene lifted his body so he wasn’t bent over me anymore. “Sit up and open your mouth,” he ordered with a strained voice.

Propping myself up with my arms, I watched in a dreamy haze as he pulled out of me. He grabbed me by the back of my head and shoved his dick into my mouth. “Finish me off,” he instructed.

Unable to look away from his hooded eyes and messy locks of blonde hair, I swirled my tongue around the hot tip of his dick while jerking him off with two hands. My pussy did most of the work earlier, so he came within seconds. I kept my mouth closed around him as he filled my mouth with his cum. It was a lot, and I wanted nothing more than to swallow it.

With a low groan, he popped his tip out of my mouth. “Let me see,” he tilted my head up higher by my chin. He looked down at me with intrigue as I opened my mouth, using the back of my tongue to keep it from sliding down my throat. Eugene looked pleased with me, which was confusing for my foggy mind, so I just focused on the fact that, for some reason, he was happy with me. That made my heart swell.

He collected a drop of cum that escaped the corner of my mouth and rubbed it on my lips, coating them and making a mess on my mouth and chin. “You’re such a pretty mess,” he rasped.

Still looking up at him, I raised my eyebrows, not knowing what to do. None of them had ever asked me not to swallow before–it was usually the exact opposite, actually.

He smirked at my confusion before grabbing his dick and holding it a few inches away from my face while touching my lips with the other. “Play with it,” he murmured. “I want you to spit it out onto my dick, then lick it back up,” he challenged.

Strawberry red tinted my entire body at the new request. Just when I thought they’d shown and done everything they could to me, they whipped out two new things in one evening.

Doing as he instructed, I held his dick in my hands and spat his cum back onto him. He watched me with an evil grin, running his hands through my hair. I did just what he said–I played with it. Using his cum as lube, I jerked and sucked his dick. It was incredibly messy, but my pussy needed the break. My jaw could get sore, and getting my hands and mouth a little sticky was a fair price to pay for a break.

Eugene moaned, pulling my head away from him. “Don’t get greedy,” he scolded. “Clean up your mess,” he said gently.

Taking him into my mouth one last time, I sucked off any cum that I could and finally swallowed it.

“Good girl,” he cooed, kissing my forehead.

Slumping down, I relaxed and caught my breath while he put his underwear back on. My pussy was definitely sore now, and my legs were sore from being tied up for so long.

Eugene looked smug as he started towards me again. “Unfortunately, Love, you’re not off the hook–”

Filled with shock and creeping up on exhaustion, my eyes must have been as large as saucers as I stared at him. “But–”

He shrugged, placing his hand on the evil machine again. “No breaks.” “She won’t be needing that.” I turned towards the door where Dane was

leaning against the frame. An electrolyte drink and crackers were in his hands, making me realize how thirsty I was. His sweatpants were hung low on his hips, and he was shirtless. I didn’t know how long he’d been watching, but the condensation from the water bottle was dripping down his fingertips–so it’d been a while since he’d taken it out of the fridge.

Eugene smirked down at me. “Really, no breaks,” he repeated before exiting the room.

Dane waited until Eugene was gone before he stepped in and closed the door behind him–strangely making me nervous. Dane was easygoing, even during punishments. None of the punishments had been this intense, but he closed the door. He never closed the door.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked quickly, a slight panic settling in.

He shook his head. “No, I’m not mad. If anything, I’m impressed you were able to take down Felix as easily as you did. I expected some reservations, seeing as his blood got you the gift in the first place,” he smiled.

My shoulders relaxed, and the panic faded away. “I really didn’t mean to,” I blinked up at him as he sat next to me. He twisted the water bottle cap, opening it before handing it to me.

“How long did you think it took Lucifer to control his gift? Or anyone else, for that matter?” He tried to explain.

“It’s been five years–”

“You’ve only been alive for 24 years, Angel. We’ve been around for hundreds of thousands of years,” he reasoned. “Drink,” he ordered.

The berry-flavored water was incredibly refreshing; I finished half of it in seconds. When he put it like that, it did make me feel better, but that still

wasn’t an excuse. “It shouldn’t have happened in the first place,” I continued.

“No, it shouldn’t have,” he agreed, wrapping his arm around my naked shoulders. “We’ll make more time to work on it, okay?” He decided.

I nodded. I leaned my head into his side, feeling exhausted. I looked up at him dreamily, loving the small amount of scruff that had grown on his face. He was usually clean-shaven, so seeing him with some facial hair was strange.

His eyes met mine, and he cocked an eyebrow at my lovestruck expression. “You know I’m not in here to bring you snacks, right Angel?”

Shockingly, I did know that. I wasn’t off the hook by any means. I was sure that Theo wouldn’t be far behind after Dane was done with me. Then I’d be done and probably too far in subspace to think about this the way I could now. As of right now, I was definitely hazy, and my legs were starting to shake, but if all I had left was Dane, my softie, and Theo, who’d go easy on me if I asked him to, I think their plan to break me would fail. I had enough steam in me for the last two rounds.

“You are the snack,” I giggled, sending a flirty smirk.

His face twisted in confusion, but he smiled anyway. “Is that some new slang people are using or just something Theo taught you?”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my body, lifting me into his lap. I was entirely bare for him; my pussy leaked onto his gray sweatpants, leaving a dark spot where I sat. I placed my arms behind his head and gave him a sweet smile. “Either way, you’re a yummy snack,” I giggled.

Dane tilted his head. “Are you trying to soften me up?” He asked. “Uh-huh, is it working?” I shrugged innocently.

His grip on my hips tightened, and he jerked me forward, rubbing my pussy against the bulge in his pants. “Does that feel soft to you?” He questioned darkly.

My skin heated, raising the temperature between us, and I shook my head. “No…” My heart started racing at his cold tone. My attitude quickly changed from teasing to cautious.

Casting his gaze downward, he looked between us, where the only thing separating us was his sweatpants. “Are you waiting for instructions, Angel?” He asked. He smacked my ass, making me wince. “Take it out and ride me,” he demanded, his voice deeper than usual.

I froze for a moment, shocked at his nonchalant orders. There was no point in hesitation, so I put my weight on my knees, lifting myself up off of him. My thighs trembled slightly as I pulled his sweatpants down to his knees. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, looking between his eyes and dick.

Dane grabbed the outside of my thighs, slowly lowering me onto him. I reached between us, lifting his dick, about to align it with my entrance.

I knew all my guys better than I knew myself. They’d all fuck either of my holes happily, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice they all had preferences. Theo, Duke, Felix, and Lucifer preferred my pussy, while the others liked my ass.

Hoping to earn myself some good girl points, I asked: “Which hole?” In a sultry voice.

A mischievous smirk fell on his lovely round lips as he squeezed my thighs. “Hmm,” his chest rumbled in delight as he thought. His hand replaced mine as he helped me put it in. Much to my surprise, he chose my pussy. “As much as I adore your ass, my little nympho, I can’t resist your desperate, soaking cunt,” he admitted before he pulled me down into him.

A long moan left my lips as he filled me, satisfying that greedy little monster between my legs. Dane kept his eyes on me as he laid down on his back. His abs were beautifully displayed, practically glowing in the red light of the room.

Leaning forward, I placed my hands on his chest and began bouncing. My ass was clapping against his groin; that, and our moans, tainted the walls of the Butcher Shop.

Dane’s’ big hands held my ass, enjoying the jiggle of it as I rode him. “You look so gorgeous on top of me,” he said in awe. His eyes were glued to my breasts, entranced by their movement.

I shifted my weight, leaning back, placing my hands on his knees. I pushed myself forward, then back again, grinding his dick into me. My pussy was on full display, giving him a direct view of him going in and out of me. “And how do I look like this?” I asked innocently, basking in all the attention.

In response, his head fell back, and a deep, almost growling moan bestowed my ears. He stayed like that for a few seconds before he looked back up at me, a challenge in his eyes. “Like my personal fucking slut,” he

pushed down on my lower stomach, and I threw my head back in pleasure. “You love having your pussy filled, don’t you?” He moaned.

Feeling myself clench around him, I cried out. “Yes!” I whimpered, grinding faster. “Don’t stop, Daddy,” I begged, loving the pressure of his hand pushing down on me.

Dane smirked at my slip-up but didn’t comment on it. I’d called them all Daddy at least once, it just happened sometimes, and I couldn’t help it. For the most part, they hadn’t seemed to care–although I still only intentionally use Daddy for Felix and Lucifer. Theo thought it was more funny than anything and wouldn’t stop bragging to everyone that I slipped up when he was eating me out. He was very proud to be in the Daddy Squad, as he called it. Eugene and Quin barely acknowledged it; they just started fucking me harder; I guess the word encouraged them. And Duke… well, he’d never admit it, but I think he liked being called Daddy. It had only happened twice, but both times he came within seconds.

Dane held his hand out to me. “Put your hand under mine,” He instructed. I let him take my hand, and he held it against my lower torso. He pushed down again, and I could feel the imprint of his dick inside me. “You feel that?” He asked. “Can you feel how deep you’re taking me?” He continued, now meeting my grinds with his own thrusts.

A strange sensation started to build in me, and I cried out in pleasure. He felt amazing in me, but this felt different, and I couldn’t place it. I knew I would cum soon, but it felt like… like… I widened my eyes. “Dane, I’m–I think I’m going to pee–stop,” I warned, a fierce blush staining my entire body red. Embarrassment filled my whole being, and I felt like crying because of it. I never had to stop to pee in the middle of sex before. The urge to pee came out of nowhere, and the more he thrust, the more it grew.

Lucifer’s presence was heavy in my mind; for some reason, he was paying close attention to my thoughts, more than usual.

Dane looked surprised but not disgusted or upset like I expected him to. “Does it feel good?” He asked as he continued thrusting.

I bit my lip, now focusing on making that feeling go away. I think I’d die–for real this time–if I accidentally peed during sex. “Yeah but–”

Dane smirked. “It’s not pee, Angel. You’re going to squirt; it’s just a different kind of orgasm,” he explained through moans.

It was impossible to try and understand his words. I was too focused on the fact that I was about to pee and cum simultaneously and trying to find a

way to live with myself. I stopped grinding, but Dane used his free hand to pull me forward and back while pushing down on me still.

He had a strange look of determination in his eyes. “Be my good girl and cum with me, okay?” He whimpered, grinding me down on him faster.

“Dane…” I tried to warn. What if he was wrong? I think I would know if I could orgasm a different way after all these years.

“Three…” he began counting down for us. I was biting my lip so hard I thought it would draw blood. It felt amazing, but I’d never been so nervous to cum before. “Two,” he continued. The ball that sat low in my stomach erupted, and I screamed. “One!” He slammed me down on him one last time, whimpering as he came inside me.

It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. It made my entire body shake, and for a second, my mind went so fuzzy I thought I blacked out for a moment. My orgasm put me in such a pleasure haze that I didn’t have time to be embarrassed about the clear liquid squirting out of my pussy. It shot out about three inches onto Dane’s torso, where he watched with fascination.

I fell back, resting against his legs, panting for air after my orgasm finished. I closed my eyes, feeling exhaustion set in again.

Dane sat up; his body was between my legs as he caressed my face. “I didn’t know you could squirt,” he said casually.

“Oh goodness, tell me I didn’t pee on you.” I covered my face with my hands.

He chuckled. “No, you didn’t pee on me. It’s cum, Angel,” he explained. He grabbed my wrists and uncovered my face. He leaned down and kissed my nose. “It’s incredibly hot, don’t be embarrassed,” he comforted.

A bashful smile played on my lips as I closed my eyes again. My heart was hammering in my chest from the strenuous workout I’d been doing tonight. My entire body had a pulse, my legs felt numb, and my pussy was sore.

Dane and I laid there for a few minutes, and I basked in the silence, giving my hazy mind time to recuperate. He was drawing patterns on my hip, tickling me.

Of course, I was still being punished, so my break was short-lived. He lifted me, pulling himself out of me. I whimpered at the emptiness, feeling

his cum leak out of me onto my thighs. “Have you had enough yet?” He asked gently.

My eyes groggily opened, remembering I only had Theo left. “I can’t let them win,” I whispered, remembering the smug expressions on Lucifer, Felix, and Quin’s faces.

Dane chuckled before he dropped me into the bed, where my limbs went limp immediately. “This is what you call winning? I hate to break it to you, Angel, but you lost the second you took Felix down,” he assured.

I rolled my eyes. He didn’t understand. Their only goal was to break me. I lasted this long; why would I give in now when I was so close?

Dane shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he grinned as he grabbed my ankle. I shrieked as he jerked me down to the bottom of the bed and flipped me onto my stomach. “If you’re so determined to be a brat, let us see how long you last before your knees give out,” he challenged.

He pulled me back so I was on my hands and knees. He tied my arms together, then tied them to a steel rod, making it impossible for me to turn around and see what he was doing. He moved quickly, placing that horrible spreader bar on my ankles and chaining the bar to the posts on the bed. “Dane,” I whined, feeling betrayed that he was putting me in such a compromising position. My legs were already shaking, and now with the added weight of my body, I felt much less confident.

He gave my ass a harsh smack. “Quiet.”

There was movement behind me before I felt a familiar plastic torture device push into me. “No! That’s not fair!” I tried to look over my shoulder but couldn’t.

He let out a small chuckle before the machine beeped and began pushing into me steadily. “Oh–fuck,” I mumbled, bunching the sheets in my fists. I was way too sensitive for this.

He stood next to the bed where I could see him. Unfortunately, he put his sweatpants back on, but there was still a sheer glisten of my cum on his torso. He seemed all too happy with himself as he watched me. “I tried to give you an easy out,” he shrugged.

He devil. With shaky knees and a quickly failing spirit, I held up a very mean finger to him. “Fuck you.” My voice was supposed to sound threatening, but instead, my head dropped between my forearms, and I moaned.

The machine beeped again, and it went faster. “No!” I cried out.

I felt Dane close to my skin and shivered. His minty breath was hot against the back of my neck. “You just did,” he reminded smugly. I widened my eyes in pain and pleasure as he sunk his teeth into my neck. I cried out as I came instantly; the machine pushing into me drew out my orgasm.

He licked my neck as he pulled away. “Enjoy,” he said in a warning tone as he walked out the door, leaving it cracked open so they could hear me.

Staring down at my hands, I fought back moans. My hands shook, making me realize how easy it was for them to truly play me like a puppet. Clenching my jaw, I grabbed the sheets, making my hands stop shaking. Felix underestimated me, and the rest of them pressured me too much. Of course, I made a mistake… or three. I wasn’t proud of what I did, but maybe there was a part of them that needed a lesson–that I wasn’t useless and had abilities to do things they couldn’t. After all, “Is this because I–I’m more powerful than you!?” I called, hoping to get on their nerves and pretend the machine wasn’t affecting me. “Because that’s what it seems like!” I jabbed.

A few moments passed while I waited for one of them to barge in, but all I got was another beep and a speed increase. “Ah!” I cried as my upper body fell lower, back arching as I took some weight off my knees.

Another hour–a long, dreadful, painful, leg-shaking, mind-numbing hour passed. My eyes struggled to stay open, and my blinks were incredibly slow. I’d given up on calling them to help me. I was sure my screams for help only encouraged them. My safe word was on the tip of my tongue, but I held onto the last sliver of determination.

At some point, I laid my chest flat on the bed, taking as much weight off my legs as possible. However, it only heightened the sensation of the machine digging into me. My insides were a mess, scrambled, and sore.

A large hand massaged my ass, and my eyes shot open, a combination of relief and nerves taking over. It felt like months had passed since I saw

any of my guys, and I was really starting to hate the machine. I may have been a greedy slut, but I didn’t like being fucked by an inanimate object. There was no emotion, and I hated it.

I was still unable to look behind me, but I didn’t need to. “Theo,” I moaned, too exhausted to say anything else.

He continued palming my ass cheek, and I could imagine his playful smile. “Yeah?” He sang, teasing me with his casual tone.

“I’m tired,” I mumbled.

His jeans unzipped, and I tensed. “Just lay there like my pretty little Princess, and I’ll do the rest,” he instructed darkly.

I whimpered when he pressed against my ass while the machine still pushed into my pussy. “Not both…” I whined, my fierceness long gone.

We both let out a long moan as he entered me. “You don’t want both your holes filled?” He repeated in a gentle tone. He pushed into me slowly, and my eyes rolled back as I gripped the sheets again. “Tell me you don’t love this, and I’ll stop,” he promised, slowly thrusting into me.

“I…” I tried to think, but I could only focus on how good everything felt. I loved the feeling of him inside me–it made the plastic machine better. He’d only been inside me for a matter of seconds, and I already felt a knot growing in my belly. After having so many orgasms, they all started to blend together. Being sensitive and overstimulated didn’t help.

Holding my lower back, he rocked me into him and the machine. “Use your words, Princess,” he teased. He slammed into me suddenly. “Tell me you want me to stop,” he coaxed again, his voice a low grumble.

Biting my lip, I tried to muffle my moans. His dick and the machine moved in unison. The pressure of him rubbing against the plastic dick was enough to push me to the edge. “Theo,” I moaned, unable to think or say anything else.

He hummed in delight. “I know, Princess. Does that feel good?” He asked gently, keeping his steady pace but pushing into me deeper. “You’ve been so good for us tonight, showing us how sorry you are,” he praised.

“Uh-huh.” I was on cloud nine. My body felt like I was floating, and my mind was a foggy, dick-drunk mess. The soreness became pleasure, a reminder of everything they’d done to me tonight.

The machine beeped a few times, and to my relief, it slowed down. It slowed down to match his hard, deep, slow, cervix-crushing strokes. I could

tell how much my ass and girly parts would hurt tomorrow, but for now, it was a reminder of each of them inside me.

My skin was ignited with lust fire, hot, sweaty, and desperate. I couldn’t control the whimpers and mindless mumbling that left my lips.

Theo moaned, both of us enjoying his thrusts’ slow, teasing pace. “Am I hurting you, Princess?” He asked in a gentle faux tone.

My soreness was immense, but pain was the last thing on my mind– what was left of it. Every second that passed, I felt myself slipping away more. “Yes, don’t stop,” I begged.

“I’m so close, Princess,” he whimpered, slapping my ass. “You’re going to milk every last drop from me, aren’t you?” He coaxed.

I hummed a dreamy response. “Please,” I whined. The thought of him cumming inside me made my mouth fill with saliva.

My ass cheek burned at his touch, red and bruised from Lucifer’s belt. His pace didn’t get any faster, but his thrusts got more jerky as he used my ass to get himself off. “Fuck, Princess,” he cursed through his teeth before I felt his hot, sticky, yummy cum fill my ass.

I came with him. Too exhausted to scream, I only whimpered, my thighs finally giving out.

Theo was quick to unchain my legs and pull the machine out of me before I managed to hurt myself on it. I couldn’t stop shaking, even as he laid me flat on my front. My arms and legs were free–nothing touched or fucked me for the first time in hours. Yet, I couldn’t stop moaning; the phantom feeling of their hands on me, of their dicks using me, felt real.

“You’re okay, Princess, come here,” Theo comforted as he sat me up, holding another bottle of electrolyte water.

My hand was too shaky to hold it without spilling it, and my arm muscles probably weren’t strong enough to hold it after being tied up all day. Luckily, I didn’t have to ask him to help me. He held it to my lips, and I took small sips, my eyes wandering around the room.

It took me longer than I should have to notice him standing in the doorway. I must have looked at him five or six times before realizing he was there.

I pulled my lips away from the water bottle while staring at him. He usually came to get me after punishments, but that wasn’t what this was. While still gentle, his body language oozed a rare dominance; he wasn’t

here to save me. He was in here for the same reason my other guys had been.

The sweetness of the word vanilla lingered on my tongue just at the sight of him.

He didn’t look the slightest bit upset with me, but that could be a charade. At any second, he could snap and go off like a grenade.

The only thing that kept me from saying my word was that after all these years, Duke came into the Butcher Shop during a punishment. His being here right now meant he wanted to try this again. He hadn’t left the doorway because he was waiting for me to tell him I was also willing to try. Like a vampire out of those movies Quin hated so much… Duke had to be invited in.

Something moved against my hand, and I looked down, realizing how tightly I held Theo’s hand. I didn’t know what to do. Let Duke in, and we either both break down, or we could both be fine, and this could open a door so he could be involved in future punishments. Or, end things now, save both of us from that horrible drop, but risk closing that door again when he was ready to open it.

“There’s always next time. You’re already dropping, Kitten. Now might not be the best time to open that door,” Lucifer said to me, using my own terms so my clouded mind could understand.

Then, I noticed the tension in the entire house as everyone waited for me to say something. Even Theo was solemn as he looked down at me, squeezing my hand like he always did when I got anxious.

Peering up at Duke through my eyelashes again, I made my decision. I gave him a soft nod, inviting him in.

The worst thing that could happen is we realize what we already knew; punishments didn’t work for us. The best thing that could come from this is we manage to get through this without crumbling, and he wouldn’t have to be left out of punishments moving forward.

Theo took that as his queue and planted a tender kiss on my forehead before he left the room. I didn’t miss the skeptical look he shot Duke before exiting.

Duke closed the door behind him before he turned to look at me. I watched him closely as he began undoing the buttons of his shirt. “If you’re too tired or sore, we don’t have to do this, Baby,” he comforted gently.

“I’m okay,” I assured. It was only half of a lie. “Why now?” I whispered.

He draped his shirt over the edge of the bed, standing in front of me in dark jeans. He ran his hand through my hair as I bent my neck to look up at him. I fought the urge to sleep as he played with my hair. “You’re the one who told me to do something about it, remember?” He recalled my earlier, much braver invitation that I had forgotten about until now.

I blushed, but I doubted it showed on my already red skin. “Oh,” I bit my lip, regretting how I had acted earlier. “What are you–what are you planning on doing with me?” I questioned, letting my curiosity get the best of me.

He smiled, somehow managing to intimidate and calm me simultaneously. He moved his hand from my hair to my mouth, tracing his thumb across my bottom lip. “Stick your tongue out at me again, just like you did earlier,” he ordered but kept his voice gentle.

My eyes fell on the movement in front of my face. I was eye level with his crotch, and my foggy mind finally caught up to what he had planned as he undid his pants.

My mouth watered at the sight of him, long, thick, and veiny. It sprung to life, slapping him in the stomach, making me wonder what he’d been thinking about all these hours I’d been up here. The thought of him turned on and fidgeting while listening to me sent a wave of arousal straight to my pussy.

As he requested, I slacked my jaw, sticking my tongue out for him. Looking up at him dreamily through my lashes, I waited impatiently for him to use my throat.

Holding the base of his dick, he gently slapped his tip on my tongue. “You look too eager,” he teased. I fought a moan as he rubbed the tip against my wet tongue, making drool drip down his dick. “Do you want my cock that badly, Baby?” He hummed as he pushed himself further into my mouth. “Relax your throat for me.”

He pushed himself all the way down my throat until my nose was pressed against his torso. He moaned, tangling his hand in my hair. “That’s my good girl, so fucking good for me, aren’t you?” He breathed out, sounding genuinely mesmerized.

With a mouth full of dick, I struggled to respond. He smirked at my pathetic attempt at an agreement. He pulled out of my throat, leaving a

string of saliva from my mouth to his dick. I caught my breath, licking my lips.

“You’re so dirty, Baby,” he husked. “Covered in cum already and still drooling for more. What do you have to say for yourself?” He scolded but clearly loved my greediness.

I blinked up at him, hunger in my eyes as my pussy throbbed for him. Each heartbeat between my legs stung, and I knew I should give myself a break. Unfortunately, my girly parts took complete control of my brain, and all shy or rational thoughts went out the window.

I wrapped one hand around his dick. “More,” I answered, taking him into my mouth again. My other hand went between my legs, playing with my clit, desperate for more.

Bobbing my head up and down on him, I moaned at the salty taste of his precum. His dick hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed, making my throat squeeze around him, something I knew drove him crazy.

He pushed my head further down his shaft, thrusting into my throat a few times. “So naughty,” he husked.

After almost a minute of his dick blocking my airway, he pulled away, and I sucked in a long breath of air, my face red from the lack of oxygen, but I didn’t care. My clit was throbbing against my fingertips as I rubbed myself. My hand was too shaky, and I was failing, only managing to edge myself.

The awestruck expression on his handsome face only encouraged me as I laid back on the bed, spreading my legs for him. “My pussy is getting jealous of my throat,” I hinted. My fingers were still toying with my clit, giving him a show. He froze, his eyes glowing bright red as he watched me. “Fuck me,” I begged, my voice coming out in a desperate whine.

Duke pounced at me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. His dick slid into me with no help from our hands, like it belonged there. He showed no mercy as he pounded into me. His groin smacked against my thighs as he rearranged my guts–for the final time tonight.

“Your pussy is so hot around me; I can feel how swollen and sore you’ll be in the morning,” he said. Despite his words, he fucked me harder, making me scream. “You’ve been used and abused today, huh, Baby?” He asked with false sympathy.

My back arched off the bed as he held both my hands in one hand, reaching between us with the other, where he pressed the pad of his thumb

against my swollen clit. I squirmed under him. “N–not there.”

He hummed. “Awe, Baby, I have to touch you there to make you feel better,” he dismissed, circling his thumb around my clit while viciously pounding into me.

To keep myself quiet, I bit his shoulder. My vision went black for a second before it returned, and I felt my eyes roll back. The short break I got between Theo and Duke wore off, and my body shook uncontrollably again.

Lucifer’s conciseness was heavy in my mind again as he observed from afar.

Duke’s thrusts slowed as he looked down at me in concern. “Elora, are you okay, Baby?” He asked.

I nodded. “Uh-huh,” I fought to keep my eyes open. “I’m gonna cum,” I warned, although, at this point, sex, in general, felt like one long never ending orgasm.

He eyed me momentarily as if making sure what I said was true. He nodded before fucking into me harshly again. “Me too; wait a few more seconds for me, Baby. I know you can be a good girl and hold it for me,” he praised.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to fight the orgasm. A long string of moans escaped when I felt him twitch inside me. Black spots filled my vision as I came, wetness pooling between our bodies; I couldn’t tell if it was his or mine–or both.

My heart was racing, my pussy was sore and throbbing, and every muscle in my body gave out as I slumped into the bed. I just felt so tired. Black spots filled my vision again, and I was unable to open my eyes.

…

“Vanilla,” I heard Lucifer say through the kink-link on my behalf.

…

When I opened my eyes, my vision was pulsing and blurry. Every few seconds, I fell asleep again, and I couldn’t stay awake long enough to make sense of anything.

I could only see bits and pieces. Duke was pulling up his pants, and the rest of my guys were either already in or walking into the room. Someone– Quin picked me up and was saying something to me in a gentle tone.

…

I moaned, feeling warmth all over my body, and my ass ached as I sat in a bathtub. “Quin?” I questioned, feeling his body behind me. I couldn’t

remember how I got here…

“Shh, you’re done now, Doll.” He kissed my neck. “You did so good for us. You lasted much longer than we expected you to,” he admitted.

I won.

“I love you all,” I murmured. I’d be surprised if he understood what I said.

Black spots began taking over again as exhaustion came back in full force.

“Elora,” Quin whispered. His quiet voice and the running faucet would make it hard for the others to hear him. “I remember what it’s like to dream now. I dreamt of you.”