Page 35 of Absolved In Death

He eased both of them onto their sides. They’d have to wait for his knot to come down before she’d be ready for a second round…if she was up for it. I stretched out beside her, cradling her head to my chest as her panting breaths returned to normal. Her eyes closed, and she absently raked her nails through my chest hair.

So good,she breathed in a dreamy tone.

I’d say so, you’re fucked out and almost asleep.Desmond’s cocky tone made her smile.

I’m not going to fall asleep…she linked us. She yawned right after, ruining the front she tried to put on. She often fell asleep after sex, and no one blamed her. She took demons, a fallen angel, and a Greek god on the regular. That was bound to tire her out.

She gets so many knots, she could be a sailor,Voice laughed.

I held my laughter in as I wrapped one of her curls around my finger. Within ten minutes, she was out cold. Desmond’s knot has receded enough that he pulled out of her and laid on his side of the bed, buck naked. He stared up at the ceiling with an unreadable expression on his face.

What are you thinking?

He turned to me, a solemn expression on his face.The closer this war comes, the less times we’ll have like this together. If we fail, these times will cease to exist…

I just had the same thought earlier. The best we can do is not take them for granted. And win.

Yeah…he sighed.We need to win. For her sake and ours.

Desmondand I took turns with Diana throughout the night, fucking her hard and fast. Slow and intimate. Together and separately. At one point, I put my hard cock inside her, letting him rest in his favorite place while we all slept.

Desmond and I knew we should have let her sleep, but our silent conversation from earlier stuck with us. No matter how this war ended, we needed to take advantage of our time together. I’d eventually be in the thick of the war, commanding the troops. Desmond could end up anywhere. He was a demon of all atrocities, and very few things were outside his scope of expertise. Lucifer knew this fact—he’d use it to his advantage.

Desmond was already gone, his side of the bed cold. He probably never slept. I coaxed Diana awake, then went into her closet to pull out our uniforms. Quelier had been tasked with coming up with a design that could adapt to all the paranormal beings in our army; whether you were a shifter, winged, tall, short, humanoid, or amorphous. The designs he came up with were spot on. All of the uniforms were black, with a golden belt, buttons, and an optional golden hat.

Mine was made of a stretchy material, and even came with a gold Corinthian helmet. I still preferred fighting in the nude as my ancestors did, but I could tolerate this uniform. Diana’s hada panel in the back that could accommodate her wings. When she morphed, it changed with her instead of shredding. I also enjoyed how it was a catsuit instead of a two piece. You know…tactical advantages and all that.

More like tactile ass-vantages. Her ass is grabbable in it,Voice howled.

I’d have to test it out for a fifth time, to ensure accuracy, or something like that.

Bro, the Greeks laid the groundwork for modern science, you should know the scientific method,Voice scolded me.

Diana stretched herself out in the bed, her feet flexing with her hands above her head. She twisted her hips from side to side and her tits spilled over her ribcage, nipples hardening in the coolness of the room. I had to restrain myself from getting back into bed and spooning her while I lazy fucked her low and slow. Her body was extra irresistible in the morning. Her nose wrinkled, her face wincing when she sat up. A swell of pride shot through me.

Desmond and I made her feel that way.

“I need a shower,” she said in a yawn, dragging herself to the bathroom in stiff steps.

“I’ll help you,” I offered. I’d help my Little Goddess get clean, inside and out. With my dick.

“No, you and your pussy-wrecker can stay over there, thank you very much,” she laughed. “I know what you do in the shower, and I’m too sore.”

“Yeah, you got my number,” I agreed.

As I dressed in my uniform, I made sure that every detail was perfect. The fabric was smoothed out with no wrinkles or creases. Each gold button shined. My collar was even. The General patch Lucifer gave me was in a place of honor over my heart. Not just because he was the best F-I-L, but because I took pride in my place in this resistance. I was the God of War, thedeity soldiers prayed to when they were fighting for their lives—when they needed the gift of fight and the spirit of strategy. I was to set an example for my own soldiers and provide the morale we needed to win this war and keep the paranormal and human worlds safe.

You handsome son-of-a-bitch,Voice rasped.I’ve always loved a man in uniform…

Thanks. Maybe tonight we can get the group together and they can love on this man in uniform,I said, already imagining a plan for an Army-Pit-warming orgy.

But it seemed like I may not have to wait that long… Diana’s little gasps and whimpers intermingled with the sound of the running water. I’d know my favorite soundtrack anywhere, and felt the need to investigate. I open the door to find Diana’s breasts smooshed against the glass shower door, which rattled on the sliding track. Thank fire and brimstone Desmond had spelled it not to break when we moved in because between the six of us, our showers had seen their fair share of rough quickies.

Bash was behind her, his fingertips digging into her hips as he gave her deep, G-spot-hitting thrusts. His horns were out, his black veins prominent on his face. A moan ripped free from her pouty, kiss-swollen lips and his tail unfurled with acrack.

I knew how Bash felt too well. There were times I lost myself in Diana, and my glow would practically blind me.

“What happened to being sore,” I teased. Not even I was immune to Bash’s charm, and I couldn’t blame her for falling for it.

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