Page 42 of The River of Hatred

Jessica’s hand grips his shoulder. “Boys, it’s this damned trench influencing you, don’t fight again.”

“That’s a cop-out, poppet. Hewantsto hit me. It’s either that or… do other things to me.” Sariel grins, showing his even white teeth.

A growl rumbles up from my chest. “Hell has made you delusional.”

The rascal clicks his tongue. “I see the way you look at me. At us.”

Shame churns in my stomach and I drop my sword in favor of gripping my tormentor’s neck. Jessica gasps my name, but I ignore her.

I pull him even closer and whisper: “Shut your lying mouth.”

He blinks innocently, his lips twisted into a smug smile. “Why don’t you shut it for me?” he breathes.

I pull back to rush forward and slam my… lips against his.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but Sariel’s soft mouth opens up to me on a groan and his tongue spears into my mouth to twine with mine. Damp, soft, and lightly textured, it rubs over the tip of mine, mating with it. My hands move into his hair, tugging on it rhythmically, my pelvis tilting up to the same beat. This isn’t right.

As my grip on the Fallen’s hair eases, he pulls back. Before I can devote a second of thought to what I had just done, he pulls Jessica closer and shoves her into my arms, her mouth landing on top of mine. With a soft moan, she begins licking the traces of Sariel’s wetness off my lips and chin.

My head spins as her nimble fingers travel under my shirt and up the planes of my stomach and chest, caressing every inch of my skin she can reach as fast as she can, like she fears it will be the only chance she gets to do so. And it should have been. I should push her away. Instead, I grab her hips and pull her into my lap, our pelvises flush against each other.

“That’s it,” Sariel whispers, and I open an eye to see him rubbing a soothing hand down the girl’s back. I lose what’s left of my sanity as Jessica starts grinding against me, Sariel’s hands now on her hips to spur her along, biting his lip as he watches our pleasure.

With a wisp of black smoke, our clothes lie to the side, and Jessica’s naked, wet sex presses against mine, hard and throbbing. A keening sound leaves my throat at the first sensation of flesh against flesh, at the forbidden touch of her petal-soft folds over the swollen head of my member.

“I should not,” I groan, my hands sliding down to her waist, stopping where they encounter the fallen angel’s grip on her sides.

“Please, Itha,” Jess cries, making my heart crack open. “Please, I want you so much.”

With those words, I damn my principles. I tip my head back and squeeze my eyes shut.

“Lift,” I hear Sariel’s murmur a second before I feel his firm, callused grip on my manhood. With a groan, he gives me two long, blood-heating pumps, as if he can’t help himself from partaking, then he holds me at an angle until I feel Jessica’s heat kiss my cockhead.

Though I do not have a soul, I can only describe what I feel as one leaving my body. Jessica’s womanhood opens to take me inside, its silken grip encompassing increasing amounts of my needy flesh. My head spins as she sobs, and I bottom out, her hot breaths caressing my chest where she rests.

“Good, that’s good,” Sariel breathes. “You’re inside her, Itha.” His words make my penis pulse inside the Nephilim and she lets out a sound close to a purr. His lustful chuckle inflames me to a fever pitch. With a rustle of skin against skin, he embraces Jessica from behind, angling her atop me.

“She’s gonna move now,” he whispers before gently biting down on her neck. The girl arches up and my length leaves her with the movement, then she slides back down, gripping me inside her again. It feels like… Heaven.

“Rub your little clitty against him, love,” he commands her, gripping her naked breasts with his tanned hands.

Helpless sounds leave my throat as the Nephilim begins the mating dance, lifting and then lowering herself over me repeatedly with the Fallen’s assistance and praise.

“Itha,” he calls for me. My eyes meet his, the black holes sucking what’s left of me in. “Tilt your pelvis up.”

I blink in my confusion.

“Trust me.”

Trust him? He’s the one orchestrating my downfall! But as Jessica’s sheath clenches around me, I do as he commands, adjusting our angle, immediately rewarded by a new hitch in her breath.

“Mmm, yeah,” he praises, his breaths staccato. I can see his right arm pumping behind Jessica’s shoulders, his mouth open to accommodate his greater need for air. He is… pleasuring himself?

“I–I’m close,” Jessica says with awe in her voice.

“Fuck, yeah, you are,” Sariel growls, his arm moving faster, his breathing picking up speed. “You’re gonna come and he’s gonna flood you. Aren’t you, Starlight? You’re gonna flood our girl with your cum? Fill her up to the brim until it drips down her legs?”

My head is shaking in negation as he speaks, but my limbs start to tremble too, pulses of electricity traveling down my spine and between my legs.

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