Nympho Notes (Love After Life), page 24
I cry out, head falling back but then suddenly, something soft hits my face. At the same time, a hand forces me into the softness more. When my eyes burst open, I realise that Sin’s forcing his balls against my fucking lips and nose! I desperately try to inhale, but I feel his skin block every attempt.
He groans in pleasure, rocking against my face. He smells so fucking good, so musky, so delicious. My head swims. This time, I feel Lust’s fingers flex against my thighs. He signals to me he’s running out of breath, but I can’t move. I can’t push up. Sin won’t allow me.
He can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. Fuck. It’s so fucking wrong and yet…
A strangled moan escapes me as my orgasm slams through me. My mind races, alarm bells sing their frightful song, and yet my body won’t stop gushing its release. Over and over, the waves assault me. I scream, but the sound is muffled.
When I sink my nails into Sin’s ass, he groans as if it’s the best feeling in the world. It feels like the minutes tick by. My hearing starts to tunnel, and my vision is hazy, staring up at a grinning Sin. Only just when I think I’m going to pass out, does he pull away from me. I splutter for air, quickly falling to the side to let Lust do the same thing. The sound of both of us choking fills the room. It’s joined by the throaty chuckle from Sin.
“I didn’t tell you to sit up, Lust.” He grins sadistically. “Lay down.”
“Sin, we’re sorry-”
“Lay the fuck back down.”
Lust throws himself backwards. His legs squirm and he desperately grabs at his erect cock, anything for a cheap thrill of pleasure. Something primal is set off inside of me watching him squirm. I’m not sure what it is, but it makes my nipples sharpen until the dull ache hurts. His head falls back, eyes shut and he groans. My eyes home in on the vibrating Adam’s Apple.
It looks so fucking good.
“What are you fantasising about, Saddo?” Sin notices.
Inhaling sharply, I snatch my attention away from Lust and I look up at him worriedly. “Nothing.”
His eyes flicker between Lust and me. Dropping to his knees, he misses Lust’s face minimally. The bang echoes around my flat. Lust gasps, and swallows hard, making the lump in his throat jump again. I sink my teeth into my lower lip.
“Is it this?” Sin’s eyes light up in amusement. He points at Lust’s Adam’s Apple before flicking it.
Lust squirms. “Sin, please-”
“Shut the fuck up.”
The way he degrades him has my whole body on fire. It’s so fucking hot.
“Come here, Saddo.” Sin grins.
I obey, holding my breath.
His hands meet my hips, and his touch is nothing like I’m used to him doing. It’s soft, gentle, almost considerate. He moves me, pulling my thighs apart so I’m forced to straddle Lust’s face again. Lust whimpers. He licks his lips ravenously, desperate for more. His legs kick out again, and he desperately bucks against nothing to get some sort of release. The sight is too much. I look away.
With a sly smile, Sin slowly slides me backwards. He lowers me until I feel something nudge at my clit. Lust gaps, and the sensation immediately teases my clit. I jolt upwards, with a scream.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out. The sensation is perfect. So much better than I ever fucking dreamt of! Sin lets me have a second to collect my thoughts before he taps my thighs, a silent command to drop back down. I obey. Then, Sin moves out of sight.
I hold my breath, not knowing what to expect. The minutes crawl by until I’m shaking in anticipation.
And suddenly, Lust is alive with whimpers. When I cast a look over my shoulder, I see exactly what is happening. It hurts to crane my neck, and I’m almost certain Sin knows this. He could have easily positioned me to watch, but he knew this would be more of a sick punishment.
Sin straddles his waist, fingers wrapped around his cock. He pushes his cock against the tip of Lusts’, causing a string of moans and vibrations. And then, he peels open the foreskin on Lust’s cock before…
Holy fuck.
He forces Lust’s cock to swallow the tip of his! Lust howls in pleasure. The vibrations shoot through me to my overly sensitive clit. And I fall forward, relying heavily on my arms to keep me from crushing his Adam’s Apple.
He thrusts, I’m sure of it, because Lust is bobbing his head in anticipation of the thrusts. He watches me wildly, lips wide in a large gasp. I fall forward. The energy of his moans against my clit is too much. I can’t hold on. I can’t stop it!
I’m riding Lust’s Adam’s Apple as his boyfriend docks him.
Then suddenly, Lust cries out in pleasure. His groan completely sends me over the edge as another orgasm slams through me. I scream. It feels so fucking good, washing over me repeatedly. I scream so loud that my voice turns hoarse. It cracks, and I choke on how dry it feels.
My head falls forward weakly, as the remaining ripples of pleasure attack me. At the same time, hot liquid shoots up my back. Sin growls, shooting his load all over me. It’s hot, sticky, drips down on me, and I’m desperate for more. As soon as I feel the high dripping away, Sin pulls away. He moves so fast, my brain whirls to keep up.
“You’re a fucking mess.” He spits and it lands between my eyebrows. I hear the way it splats, followed by the warm stream down my nose. “Look at you-"
“Please, Sin.” I cry out. Everything aches, everything is overly sensitive. “Please- we’ve had enough. We’ve learnt our lesson!”
“No, you haven’t.” He smiles, and it’s twisted. It sends shivers through me. He turns and walks away from me, staring at the sea of my work. Wide-eyed, I watch as he aims his cock over my post-it notes and then… what?
Oh, fuck! No! Realisation hits me. No, he isn’t! He can’t be pissing on my work!
His piss splashing against my work makes me cringe. He marches back over to me, still pissing. He leaves a trail of disrespect everywhere he goes. My fingers curl into fists.
“Mouth open.”
My brain struggles to keep up with everything, and I find myself lagging. He doesn’t let me refuse. Sticking his thumb between my lips, he forces my mouth to open for him. I must crane my neck backwards to stop the ache in my jaw as I try to resist him. Out of the corner of my eye, Lust scrambles beside me, eyes wild with desire. He automatically assumes his position. It gives me a sick nudge to obey.
Recognising my submission, Sin removes his hand from my lips.
And then I feel it… his hot piss all over my face. Again!
The stream drenches me from my forehead, down my nose, before aiming it at the back of my throat. I must force my thighs together to stop the building tension. It tastes sharp, splashing against my taste buds, and yet it’s so fucking intoxicating. I gulp it down like it’s liquor, like it’s the last liquid on Earth. He moves the stream from my face to Lust’s, and I’m hooked on how fucking good he looks covered in his boyfriend’s piss. Some mad rush of jealousy consumes me. I want him to continue emptying his bladder on my face.
I push forward on my knees, pressing my cheek against Lusts. He suddenly claims me in a kiss, kissing me desperately to get every ounce of his boyfriends piss.
It's hot. So fucking hot.
Wait. Shit. I think I’m going to…
The orgasm slams through me. I scream out my release into Lust’s mouth, grinding against nothing, desperate for more waves of pleasure. I’m pathetic, so fucking pathetic. Why do I keep cumming for Sin when he treats me like filth?
There is no stopping his effect on my body, and I must remain on my knees, cowering as the aftershocks of my orgasm dull my brain. Galaxies could pass by, and I would be none the wiser. I slump against Lust. His arms curl around me weakly, our bodies sticking together from sweat, cum and Sin’s piss.
It's so unhinged. It’s so fucked up.
And yet, I can’t help smiling.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Sin
It is a shame that such a pretty little vessel wishes to destroy herself, but there is some sick pleasure in knowing she’ll be alright at least until we leave.
We return to Hell in a few days.
These past few weeks have flown by. I’ll miss her when we go. There’s no pretending I won’t. I might not be in love with her, like Lust, but she holds a claim over my thoughts. She is just as fucked up and perverse as my darkest fantasies — she matches the blackness within both of us. It’s a shame I can’t snatch her with us; it would be so easy to press the knife to her throat, slit it, and fuck her dead body back to my Realm.
No- I can’t do that. She’d never forgive me. I can’t steal her death like that, that’s not right.
But if she kills herself…
I shiver. The thought is pushed out my mind before it can even fester. I refuse to think about the way Death would steal her soul away. A mortal so dark? She’d become a delicacy for all his monsters. He’d never sell her back to me, and to make a deal with Death… I choke on a breath. He’s not even here and I can feel those black tendrils slipping around my throat.
No. She won’t kill herself. She can’t. I won’t fucking let her.
Hasn’t Lust shown her life is worth living? Something uncomfortable pulls in my chest. I’ve done nothing to support the mortal into wanting to live. Fuck — all I’ve done is use and abuse her. I wait for any guilt or shame to appear. It doesn’t. Something heavier seems to sit… Regret, maybe? Regret I didn’t push her further; regret I didn’t show her how evil I am. Maybe if she knew about Gods and monsters, she would fear her death, and this would stop her from killing herself?
A humourless scoff catches in my throat. Saddo is too unpredictable to know how she’d react. She might do a one-eighty and jump off a cliff right in front of me, just to spite me, knowing that she’d end up in the arms of another evil God.
If I kill her, she’ll never forgive me. If she kills herself, she’ll be taken by Death. But if she waits… then my contract will hold weight. Her body and soul are mine if her freewill doesn’t override it. I bite back a smirk, remembering how eager she was to sign the contract in blood. Don’t humans know the potency of blood spells? She really shouldn’t have been so eager to submit herself to me, and I can’t wait for the day that she learns of my enduring contract.
The smugness falls flat in my stomach as my forehead lightly thumps against the door which separates me from my playthings.
I ought to be out hunting demons, searching for the rift, tracking my beast… and yet, here I am, lingering outside her bedroom. I long to destroy her in her sleep again. But I don’t. She’s weak, she’s tired, she’s sore. It’s not the right time to push her to her limits.
I need her to gain more energy before Halloween. Then I’ll ravish her to no end.
And besides, Lust will not leave her side.
He knows I took it too far. He knows he took it too far. He regrets it whilst I’d do it again in a heartbeat. He really thinks that by sleeping with her, he can protect her. Who’s to say I don’t fuck them both in their sleep?
I listen closely to the soft snores of my Saddo; they seem to rise and fall at the same time as Lust’s. They seem so perfect for one another, like two souls carved from one. What’s more, she sees him for him. That should surely prove that something inconceivable is happening here.
I swallow hard. I shouldn’t be standing here, listening to them both, but I’m fixed to the floor, as though there is an anchor around my ankle. There is something settling about the noise — something reassuring that they are both in there, safe and at ease. I will myself to move away, to return to my job, but… one look won’t hurt. Right? I’ll just sneak a peek of them both and then I’ll whisk myself away to the task at hand.
Holding my breath, I open the door. The room is filled with everything that gives me anxiety — Lust decorated every room in our house. It has so much life, so much crap, with big fluffy rugs, a million pillows, every inch of floor is covered by something splashed in neon. It brings me peace, he had told me when I caught him dragging the shopping bags through the place, even if we are only here for two months a year, it’s worth having a place of solace.
I didn’t decorate my room. I had no need. But now, I feel almost a pang of something that makes me want to change the bleakness of my chambers. Maybe if I made it more inviting, Saddo might want to spend the night with me for once? I catch the thought before it can fester into something more… wishful.
I move toward the bed like a fucking creep. The morning light shines through the blinds, but they both sleep peacefully, unaffected by the light. I creep closer, trying to kill the strange feeling pooling in my chest. They sleep facing one another, inches apart as though they’ve fallen asleep kissing.
A pang of jealousy hits me. I wait for it to transform into something darker, something angrier — I wait for the punishment fantasies to sing in my brain, but nothing. My body seems to hold the jealousy deep within my chest, even if my brain refuses to comprehend why. It’s as though I can identify the feeling, but not explain it. What am I jealous of? Him for being so close to her? Her for being so close to him? The connection between them both? Fuck — Do I want to be held softly like that?
No.
This answer comes fast. Instinctively, my nose crinkles at the thought. I don’t want to be capable of softness— that’s Lust’s dream. I just want…
What do I want?
Her. Him. Their obedience. Their sex. Their happiness.
I stiffen.
I want their happiness? This answer feels so foreign, and yet so familiar. It’s not the first thought on my mind when I wake up, but I guess my actions are motivated by what I think will make them happy. For Saddo, a safe place to live, an opportunity to live out her darkest fantasies. For Lust, the opportunity to learn how to love.
After the Relativists won the war, everything was thrown into disarray about intrinsic nature. Lust longed for the opportunity to pull into Love’s nature, and now look at him… snuggled up with a mortal so delicate, so perfect for him.
Fuck, what is happening to me? Why am I thinking this?
Unwittingly, the sight of them burns into the back of my memory and I force myself to remember every inch of the picture so that I’ll never forget it. I don’t want to forget her. I don’t want to forget his happiness.
A light moan escapes her lips, and I freeze. She’s groggy as her eyes flutter open, and she rubs her face with the back of her arm. She peers over at the light coming through the blinds, a smile stretching across her lips. And then, her eyes dart over to me as if she senses me lurking. My blood runs cold. I wait for her to be disgusted by my stalkerish position.
“Sin?” She whispers. Her sleepy morning voice does something to me — makes my insides curl and turn into soft feathers. No matter how much I try to swallow it down, I can feel it festering in my chest. She sits up slowly, and I see the way the shirt hangs from her. It’s one of my old shirts I gave to Lust… and now she’s wearing it.
She looks so fucking good.
“Are you okay?” She frowns, casting a quick look over at Lust to make sure she isn’t disturbing him. When I don’t answer her, she slips out from beneath the covers. “Did you need something?”
As she advances towards me, something catches my eyes. I stare down at her thighs, which are slick with… blood.
I fix my face before she notices, moving quickly to put an arm around her waist.
“Sin!” She squeals under her breath. “What are you doing?”
I try to lead her into the bathroom before she can notice and become flustered, but she suddenly stops, grabbing her stomach. A small ow slips past her lips. As she bends in pain, she catches sight of her period.
“Oh, fuck!” She gasps, immediately looking at me with wide, frightened eyes. Then, her head snaps back toward the white sheets with a dark stain in it. She whisper-yells her shock. “Oh my god! Oh my god! I am so sorry! This is so humiliating I’ll try and wash them — wait, no I’ll buy new ones!”
She starts for the sheets, but I stop her quickly.
“I’ll do them.” I say quickly. “Don’t worry, I’ll distract Lust. He won’t know.”
“No! I can’t ask you to do that-”
“Saddo, I’m not taking no as an answer. Let’s go. I’m running you a bath.”
Before she can protest, I pull her into the bathroom and turn the taps on. She’s mortified, pale and sticky, humiliation burning through her. She wipes frantically at her thighs with toilet roll. “I can’t believe it — I must have lost track of the days. I thought my period was next week. Sin, I am so sorry. It’s disgusting-"
When she looks up at me, her eyes water. “This is so embarrassing. I’m really sorry.”
“Stop it, Saddo. Don’t apologise.” My voice is unnaturally calm, unnaturally reassuring. “You’re a human woman. This is perfectly normal. Now, you focus on relaxing in the bath. Take as long as you’d like. I’ll grab your bag of clothes for when you finish. Don’t worry about anything else.”
“B-but the blood!”
“Saddo, if I was worried about a little blood, I’d be a weak fucking man.” I give her a pointed look. “Get in.”
She sniffles, climbing into the water. I reach for the cabinets, desperately searching for something — anything — that looks like it might create bubbles. I know that humans quite like the sensation of bubbles. It’s why Lust begged for those fucking hot tubs.
Something purple with lavender on it snatches my attention and I grab it for her. Popping the lid, I inhale, and the strong scent forces its way up my nose and around my brain. I squirt some in, watching in awe as the purple gel begins to foam.
Saddo trembles, using her hands to hide the remnant of a stain between her thighs.
