Page 94 of Judas

Drawing my hips back, they snap forward into her. Earning me a squeal, the force of her walls clamp down on my cock just enough to stall me. She gets thirty seconds to acclimate, then I’m breaking her in two.

"See what I do to her? Her perfect cunt wrapped around me like it always should have been. Clenching around my cock, knowing who wields the power over her.”

“If I ever get out of these binds, I will finish what I started in Darkwater. That is my promise to you, Kace. The tongue you used to defile her will be cut out. Fingers you pushed into her unclean orifice, crushed beneath a weight that will have you screaming in agony. Your penis—”

“This one?” I mock, only to slide out of Nadia which makes her pout. Her body responds by tightening around me.

Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Just a moment and I’ll give you everything you want.

“It will burn, right along with her,” Lucien continues, getting louder to drown out the sound of Nadia's hedonistic pleasure. “She will be nailed to the cross, your next abomination ripped from her womb as she screams for salvation. And you… you burn at the altar,” Lucien snarls, pushing into the barrel of my gun. My nostrils flare at his threat. I long to pull the trigger and blow his brains all over the kitchen. I would if we weren’t in the middle of town where law enforcement could show up within minutes. Additionally, it would freak her out and probably piss her off. Not a side of Nadia I want to deal with right now. Picturing her tossed up on a cross sends anger through me, taking every bit of my willpower to rake it in. All because that’s what he had initially planned to do anyhow; now he wants to threaten to complete that task? I think the fuck not.

Mind games, H, remember he likes to play mind games.

Nodding, the movement decisive, I smirk and participate in this dogfight with him.

“You cost me seventeen years with them. The least I can do is let you see how good your big sister is at being my whore. If you somehow manage to survive this, I’ll lay down and let you light the match. "

Extending my other arm, I fist the front of Nadia’s throat and hold her in place. Proceeding to rake in and out of her drenched twat all while keeping Lucien at gunpoint. Still as responsive as she has always been, eager, so good at taking my dick. Her body made for mine, to move perfectly with me, to swell and carry my children until she can’t take anymore. It’s a bit too late, having another one—I would have given this woman as many hellions as she wanted. It’s fine though, she’s more than enough woman for me—our daughter has ample personality for a whole army of babies.

Detesting Lucien for costing the both of us so much time, ruining our already fucked up lives, I choose to pour salt in the deepest of his wounds.

"What did he use to call you, babygirl?" I grunt through the next harsh trust. Truthfully, she’s about to unman me with the way she’s milking my cock. Added to her breathy moans and my frenzied groans is the plaping sound of my hips each time they collide with her ass. Just another layer of intenseness to the hungry soundtrack filling the room.

"B-Babalon," she stammers.

"That's right. Go ahead, say it louder."

Picking up the pace, my groin slams into her. The stickiness of her arousal coats the front of me now. It drives me insane watching how she swallows me whole, one offensive dig of my hips after another. I’m so engrossed in the way we meld together and how delirious I am destroying her that it takes a hardswallow and a cry to get me to let up off her throat. Easing up immediately, she gasps but I’m not stopping until she screams.

Lucien protests the harder I go, cussing and cursing me like I’m driving into him instead. Glimpsing at him, I note he’s staring at where I’m joined with this sister. Her abdomen shines from a thin layer of sweat, and a few drops of my own. Lines of stretched skin reaching over her soft stomach flexing when I surge back—the evidence of my child having lived inside of her makes my abs tighten. Good God, knowing that I bred this cunt is seconds away from obliterating me.

Nadia is the most alluring demon I’ve ever seen. She owns me, as much as I own her.

“L… Lucien,” Nadia pants wheezes, the grip I had on her neck tightens when she calls his name instead of mine. Both of us look over to her, seeing lust-laden eyes but… she’s not looking at him, she’s looking at me. I’m jealous she said his name, obsessively territorial over her to the point I fuck her harder out of retaliation. She starts to jolt harder, and slides a bit across Lucien’s lap, making him moan.

What the absolute fuck.

“He… he’s… digging into my back.”

Slanting my head back, an unchecked laugh rumbles out of me. It’s so heavy and consuming it shakes my chest. Forgotten is my brief jealousy and in its place is pride. Turning, I drop the gun on the floor then clutch the back side of her left knee. Guiding it back to her shoulder, she’s spread out before me once more. The position lifts her hips enough to relieve the pressure on her back. When she’s lifted, I look to confirm her complaint and sure enough baby brother’s pants are tented.

“Sins of the flesh my ass.”

“F… fuck you,” Lucien seethes.

“In a minute.” I’m roaring at his uneasiness. “Again, Nadia, what did he use to call you?”

“B… Babalon.” This time she’s muted, drowning in the precursors to her ecstasy and it’s not good enough for me.

"Scream it, Snitch!" Shouting the order at her this time, I’m upping the ante.

I feel the very moment she begins to flutter around me. It’s heavenly but damnit, I’m on a mission to get her to fall off the cliff before I do.

Lowering her leg, allowing it to rest over the top of Lucien’s restrained arm, I press my thumb to her clit. The very front of it is too sensitive and will keep her body at its heightened state but refuse to let her tumble; therefore, I focus more on the hood, rubbing firm circles over it as she squirms and sings for me.

Right where I want her.

“Nadia!” I command.

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