Page 19 of Fallen: Darkness Ascending, Vol.1

The intrusion of him is as quick and sure as the flick of a hip, the plush cockhead catching the angle of my entrance and dragging across my inner wall to thrust inside and leave us both absolutely gasping.

Phantasmus’s claws dig into me more deeply, piercing into my body to hold my muscles and kiss Cornelius’s physical claim on me.

I feel his tongue writhe across my opened folds, dancing over the angelic cock as it tilts up into me, his buried hands pulling and urging my legs wider to make room for them both.

Cornelius is tenderly breathless when he speaks across my cheek.

“When you’ve had enough…more than you can handle, and you need a release…

When you’re ready to truly give in to us, my little lamb…

kiss me. That’s your safe word. Just set those soft, plush, panting little lips on mine, and I’ll steal your breath away until you’re hushed, and blessed, and dead.

This time won’t be gentle, I…I can’t control myself.

But I’ll be soft next time, my love. You have my eternal promise. ”

I whimper and frown at him, dreading and reassured at his transparency, as Phantasmus bites at my thigh hard enough to make me screech and bleed.

Cornelius’s eyes flick down with a look of ire, a tongue massaging the injury as his cold form floats through the boiling pocket of painless hell, and I feel his body more fully materialize behind my back.

He breathes over my neck—probably intentionally, fucking monster—and makes me shiver and recoil away from him, into Cornelius.

The fallen angel curls his arms around me and makes a cooing sound of comfort, followed by a dark chuckle.

Phantasmus’s claws tickle and scrape against the back of my thigh, reaching down until he cups inside the bend of my knee to lift the leg bent, opening me.

The inhuman texture of his bone-chilled cock begins to press at my ass, jolting me with fear, but Cornelius speaks even before I can protest or beg for mercy.

“No pain for this one, devil.”

I near a bubbling growl in my ear. Then, the fanged mouth presses to my neck and faintly bites.

“No pain…then no pleasure.” His maw locks in on me—I feel the split of my sinews under his dagger-teeth, but there’s no agony there nor inside me as he grunts and launches himself into place in a single, jolting thrust. The sheer speed and surprise of it, and the unavoidable fear of anguish, all make me cry out and stiffen, gripping at Cornelius as my saving grace, as I breathe and tell my mind to focus on the lack of pain. I’m okay. I’m okay .

Phantasmus thrusts in, moving at his own pace, regardless of what the two of us are doing.

I’m aware of the tactile sensation of his size stretching me, ripping open at my body’s natural resistance, the grind of flesh-within-flesh, but it doesn’t hurt.

Nor does it feel good. He moans and growls, in his own little world of bliss, as Cornelius strokes my cheek and kisses my earlobe and begins to work himself as well.

My eyes flutter shut, and I breathe heavily at the spread of ecstasy blooming into me at his presence, sluicing through my body in smooth, needy strokes that leave his hips kissing against mine.

“ Fuck , lamb…” He pants, a smile laced through his words.

“You’re so perfect for me…perfect body, perfect cunt, perfect, pretty little mind …

” He kisses at my temple, moaning there, the thrusts deepening a bit more.

I feel devilishly full, expanded, swollen with pleasure at the two cocks rocking into me in unsynchronized rhythm and speed.

I try to ignore Phantasmus and focus on having Cornelius in my arms again, the peaceful warmth of his embrace and the softness of his downy feathers across my arms. He holds me behind one shoulder, fingers stroking, the other tracing my wrist and holding there as th ough wanting to feel my heartbeat under the tips of his fingers while he fucks me.

“God above you take us so well…” He croons in praise, latching onto my shoulder more firmly to anchor as he pistons up into me. The more earnest beating of his shaft inside me makes me moan and tilt my head back, hand clenching at his wing root.

Phantasmus growls and takes the greater access to my neck with greed, running his fangs along the skin there and biting down.

Just a nip, at first, and then…I feel him turn the dial of sensation off of zero, a dim flicker of pain-pleasure erupting in my ass at the steady ravaging of his presence in me.

As though to distract me from that pain, he bites down at the muscle of my neck until he has a hold of me with it, between his fangs.

Cornelius replaces his touch on my wrist with my neck instead, trailing along Phantasmus’s mouth on me, feeling the blood under his fingertips.

“You needed this, didn’t you little lamb?

” His words are spoken through panting breaths, interjected at each pulse of his thrusting inside me.

He feeds my parted lips a smear of my own blood, then tucking the thumb between and forcing the metallic tang over my tongue.

The sight of that does something to him, the heavy breathing tipping over into something more like weak and deranged hyperventilation.

His grip quivers on me, his thrusts going slightly out of rhythm, then calming slightly as he lets out a deranged, chuckling sort of laugh.

“I think we both needed this, hm? Your quaint cunt wrapped around my cock, convulsing, quivering like that…yes, little lamb…f-f- fuck ..” He groans sharply, tucking his face under my jaw on the other side of my neck and biting there with his blunt teeth.

He draws his body a bit lower against mine, wings fluffing out in the darkness as we float, hitting a new angle and depth inside me that makes us both cry out.

Phantasmus trips the dial up again, allowing more sensation into my body where his torturous cock pleases and beats into my core .

“Did you miss having me inside you, little lamb? Mm? God , I fucking did…” Cornelius muses against my neck. He hums breathlessly at me, encouragingly, as my moans start to mount and creak out with more vigor as I lose myself to the pleasure of the two opposing cocks driving heaven and hell into me.

Phantasmus takes a full bite out of my neck, fangs making a snip sound as they come together and make me cry out and shake against them inside me.

He growls in satisfaction, swallowing obscenely and wet, then the tongue draws across the open wound on my neck to soothe it as Cornelius bites onto the other side with four unholy fangs—the demon comforting me with his forked tongue as Cornelius gives me a zing of pain, now.

His clawed hand scratches along my skin to leave little rivers of blood as he reaches between my hips, around my mound.

His fingers hold Cornelius’s thrusting cock for a few moments, then lift back up—and whirl dizzying circles around my clit as he growls into my ear, licking at the neck wound like a ripe and juicy apple, then takes another bite.

My voice creaks and breaks as Cornelius slams into me at a slower, deeper, more deliberate pace that sends ripples through my body. He moans across my neck and eats up my spilled blood just like he had with Cillian’s slit throat—a desperate, angelic vampire.

The long claws of Phantasmus’s other hand tuck into the tissue of my breast, cupping my curves from within, leaving only his thumb free to flick and tease at my nipple as the palm clenches and cuts.

When true pain starts to bleed into my voice, Cornelius’s hand lifts to the demon’s throat and gives a tense, warning squeeze—the pain disappearing again in a snarl.

He leaves the flashes of pleasure from his thumb, though, likely because it makes my chest heave and twitch under him and allows the claws inside me to cut more deeply.

Blood squelches between his palm and my skin, tickling my abdomen as it begins to trail down.

He holds my waist more firmly with his other hand, the one ministrating at my clit, using it to pull my body forward and back and deeper into his, or Cornelius’s, thick length.

The broad, white wings make a rustling sound as they arch back, slowly spreading, shivering, and Cornelius begins to torrent his seed inside my aching core.

The sensation of it, the kicking bucks of his spraying shaft tugging on my inner walls makes me claw at him and cry out in my own orgasm as well.

Phantasmus laughs and waits until the peak end of my rippling pleasure to take another bite out of my neck—a dim pain, nothing more, enjoying the twist it gives to my outcry of ecstasy.

There’s a new, sopping sound of cum, cream, and dribbling blood as Cornelius continues to fuck into me after his release.

Immortality has more than one perk, it seems.

“God yes….y-yes… fuck …take it, little lamb, take all of me…”

The aether around us seems to whorl around. When it settles again, I don’t feel upside-down, but something seems to pull the spilled fluids up my body in an affront to physics. It begins to all trace along my lower abdomen, tickling further up the more Cornelius’s cock fucks his own cum out of me.

My body is ripe and sore, spent, my endurance always having been short—something Phantasmus loves to teasingly mock me for.

I usually beg for mercy three times before he finally cums and lets me free from my nightmares—but now he has me for all eternity, and I don’t doubt he’ll take his time if I let him.

I feel the forked tongue slither into the exposed, torn muscle tissue of my neck. It threads in like a burrowing snake, feeling blindly through my fibers and flesh—I squirm, even without pain it still feels godawful .

My hand finds Cornelius’s face, holding firm at the back of his jaw, his gasping mouth, and I whimper as I seal my own fate with a kiss.

Neither of them took a single breath of my soul, this entire interaction.

Patience is a virtue even the unholy choose to uphold, it would seem.

But now that I’ve relinquished myself to him, Cornelius bows his face over mine to lock into the kiss, smear my blood across my own mouth, and draw out a soul-splitting scream from me as I feel everything I subsist of rip out of my body and flood into his.

My skin peels away in a sickening sound that makes my stomach churn, organs slopping together and threading away like a long string in a magician’s sleeve.

It’s not physical , my body still here to be tortured and bitten and cruelly caressed by the two unholy men, but it feels so tactile and real.

My bones erode under the crushing weight of Cornelius’s mouth, his eternal command of my eternal soul, as he rips everything out of me past the bone marrow, into my spirit.

It feels as if the breath inside me is a heavy, liquid thing sputtering down an unplugged tub.

I drown in my own air, feeling it boil and scrape against my lungs as it desperately claws at my body, not wanting to be pulled away.

The furnace inside me flares with heat, furious, raging against the end, as the embers are quenched with the long cold breath of death.

He rips my soul away within a single second of our mouths connecting together. He shreds my physical body down into its core atoms, and drags every last one out of me at fathomless speed.

Phantasmus bites into my body, his cock throbbing as he cums to the sound of my agonized end.

Cornelius moans on my lips, tonguing across me, and I feel that bare, sparse point of contact at the tip of his tongue shred the last of my life away.

The hellscape around me goes black.

Soundless.

Sensationless.

Timeless.

My lungs are aching.

My head swimming.

A knuckle, stroking at my cheek.

A heavy, familiar, breathing animal curled up across my body .

I wince and groan in a sleepy, pained sound as I drag my eyelids up and open to find my navy bedroom, crackling fireplace out ahead. An angel sits at my side, petting me lovingly, as a devil hangs off the ceiling and stares at me blankly.

“ Welcome back, my little lamb…you did so well for us. ”

A black tongue licks over his lips as Phantasmus tilts his head at me, hungrily. The golden mask gleams horrifyingly in the flickers of the firelight. Cornelius chuckles at my fear, trailing a hand over my forehead.

“You’re alright, love. We’ve got you now…we’ll take care of your every little need, and in a few days, you’ll fill Phantasmus up and get yourself a nice, long, deathly sleep as a reward.” He tucks inward, setting a loving kiss on my forehead. “Rest, now. You’ll need it.”