Page 29 of Unholy Bond (The Corruption of Evelyn Adams #2)
The ritual chamber beneath my quarters was never meant for this world.
No architecture, no builder. Just a cavity deep in the black bone of Hell, shaped by negative space and obsession.
I had prepared it myself, the intricate circle of sigils drawn one drop at a time from my own veins.
The stone floor drank the blood, growing slick and cold under my feet.
I had killed all the lights except for the black candles, one at each quarter, their flames a dirty violet that warped the air into a swimming, dreamlike haze.
The wax was rendered from the flesh of my enemies, easy to find in this place.
The wicks spun from my own hair, shed during the last molting.
The scent was acrid yet sweet, a little like burnt teeth.
The Void inside me pulsed, more awake here than anywhere else.
Left alone, it would eat the world. I didn’t leave it alone; I taught it to be what I needed.
I stood naked in the center of the circle.
The marks on my skin, from the last time Levi had bitten—or was it Aziz?
—were still visible, deep bruises, crescent moons of purple.
The black veins had spread since morning, fractal spirals across my chest and down my thighs.
My cunt ached, not from need but from memory, the ritual already writing itself in me before a single word had been spoken.
The first to enter was Aziz. He moved without sound, the predatory glide of a thing that had been hunting for eons.
He was already hard, his two cocks bobbing heavy and dark against his thigh.
The sight of me in the circle made him grin, teeth glinting white against the deep purple of his skin.
He drank in the candles, the sigils, then my face, pausing just long enough for a silent communion.
I met his gaze, and for a second the world outside the circle stopped existing.
He walked the perimeter of the sigils, careful not to break the line.
I had told them what would happen if they disturbed the boundary before I invited them in.
Aziz respected the rules. He crouched low, fingers trailing over the symbols, then licked one stripe of blood from his own knuckle and flicked it into the circle. A test, a greeting, a challenge.
The black veins near my feet surged, drinking the blood. The circle pulsed in answer. I shivered, not with cold but with the anticipation of how much hunger there was beneath the floor.
The second to arrive was Levi, naked, green skin patterned in new scars and old, the knot on his cock already swelling and the head leaking onto the marble. He saw Aziz, nodded once, then sized up the circle.
He knelt, right at the edge, and cut a nick in his wrist with a claw, letting the blood fall. The circle shuddered, then went still.
“Nice work,” Levi said, addressing me, but also the Void.
The third was Ian, and he made no pretense. His blue cock was already hard, the head glistening, the barbs along the shaft visible even in the purple light. He ran a hand through his hair and bit into his finger, letting the blood fall.
The blood landed dead center on a glyph of my own design. The black veins drank it greedily, but Ian’s eyes never left mine.
“Are you ready for this?” he said.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to.
The air in the chamber thickened, cold as deep space.
The Void in my belly stretched, arching like a cat waking up from a nap.
The sigils on the floor started to pulse, not in unison, but in a syncopated, arrhythmic code that echoed the triple beat of my own heart.
Each demon circled the edge, moving to the quadrant I had assigned them.
I raised my arms, spreading them to encompass the whole circle. The candle flames leaned inward, pulled by a gravity stronger than wind.
“You are here because you are mine,” I said, voice steady, sharp as obsidian. “You are here because the world above us has failed. The old order is gone. The Void wants more,” I said. “It wants to eat everything. I want it to eat only what belongs to me.”
A thrill ran through the circle, visible as a ripple in the air.
“If you kneel now, you will belong to me forever. If you do not, I will kill you before the candles die.”
The demons exchanged glances, but not for long. They all knelt. Not with mockery, not with play. Real, head-bowed, spine-bared submission. Inside my heart surged in love and desire, and also relief. I didn’t want to lose these men, but rules were rules, after all.
I walked the circle, bare feet leaving prints in the blood. At each demon, I stopped, pressed my thumbnail deep into their foreheads, and then smeared a line of my blood above the brow, mingling with their own.
Aziz first. His skin drank the blood. The sigil above his head flared bright and then vanished.
The sound of the Void filled my ears.
Aziz didn’t break the boundary, but he braced a palm an inch above the line—solid as a wall. “Eyes on me,” he said, quiet and absolute. “Four in. Four out.” I matched him. The Void’s roar thinned to a workable hum.
“I hold the perimeter.” The authority landed like a hand between my shoulder blades, steadying.
“Good,” he said. The circle felt less like a precipice and more like a throne room.
Levi next. I marked him, then bent low to lick the wound I had made. He shuddered, a low growl deep in his chest, but did not move.
Ian last. He closed his eyes when my thumb touched his skin, and when I whispered the words into his ear, the purple flame nearest us went cold for a second, then roared back twice as tall.
The Void began to rise, slow but inexorable. The black veins under the floor thickened, then split, sending up delicate tendrils that quivered in anticipation. The circle vibrated, the whole chamber locked in a low, subsonic hum that made the bones in my feet itch.
I stepped back to the center and spread my arms again. “Begin,” I said.
Aziz came to me first. He was strong, careful, hands rough but never cruel.
He lifted me with a single arm, pressing my body to his, my nipples crushed against the hard planes of his chest. His cocks nudged at my cunt, probing, testing, then sliding in slowly, both at once.
The stretch was exquisite, nearly tearing me in half every inch a victory march.
He turned me, the cocks sliding within me, that strange sensation almost enough to send me over the edge.
Both of us went to our knees and bent me over, holding my wrists behind my back.
The circle of sigils pressed into my knees and shins as he fucked me, first slowly, then fast, each thrust driving me deeper into the ritual’s center.
His two thick cocks were almost too much. Almost .
Levi joined a moment later, his green hands tracing the marks Aziz left, his tongue lapping the sweat and blood from my shoulders.
He positioned himself somehow in front of Levi, who went back onto his ass.
Grasping my hips and sliding his butt in front of Aziz’s stomach, pressed his cock to my ass, and forced the head inside with a grunt.
The heavy dick pierced the tight hole, slipping deep into me.
The pain was perfect, tailored to the shape of my desire.
I let out a sound, half yelp, half laughter, and pushed back, taking them as deep as he’d go, Aziz’s cock knot sealing him in place inside of me, locking me into the carnal bliss.
They fucked me in tandem, brutal and efficient, each thrust coordinated as if they’d trained for it.
The world shrank to the circle and the points of pleasure that radiated from my body like heat from a blast furnace.
I never wanted it to end. My face pressed to the floor, cheek sliding against the still-warm blood.
The black veins under the stone drank it all, singing.
Ian circled the trio, watching, stroking his barbed cock.
He waited until the timing was just right, then pulled me up onto my hands and slid his cock into my mouth, the soft barbs ripping along my tongue.
He grabbed my hair and used my head like a handle, fucking my throat with short, savage jabs.
I choked, then adapted to his complete lack of mercy.
Saliva formed, slicking his cock as he used me.
A giddiness overcame me, as the three of them took me.
Spit soaked him, and still he thrust into me faster and harder, the others matching his speed and pace.
There was something so inherently submissive about being fucked like that, yet I knew it was really me that had the power in that moment.
Cocks filling every hole I had, thrusting in and out, but I was the one who was asking for it, demanding it.
Every woman should feel what it was like to be filled like that.
The Void watched, and it did more than watch.
The tendrils rose higher, coiling around my ankles, my thighs, my arms. They slipped between my breasts, brushed the lips of my cunt as Aziz hammered inside.
One curled around Levi’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, then split and probed at the knot, teasing it as it thickened stretching me even further .
I moaned against Ian’s dick, saliva dripping from my lips as he continued to fuck my mouth and throat.
Another tendril danced along Ian’s shaft, caressing the barbs before diving into my mouth alongside him.
The effect was instant. The sex became a storm, the lines between the four of us blurred to nothing. The pain and the pleasure fused, raw and untamable, each sensation feeding the next.
Aziz came first, his cocks swelling and pulsing, the load so hot it almost burned. He did not pull out, instead slamming deeper, forcing the cum high into my cunt, the pressure sending starry bursts across my vision.