Page 22 of Hell's Storm

“Bounce your sweet pussy on my cock, you’re so fucking tight Asura, milk my dick baby”

“Right there. I’m going to—” Ledger begins moaning uncontrollably and stiffens under me. I bounce at the same pace until I feel his cum fill me. He cries out, gripping the grass below us. “Fuck!”

I let out a chuckle. “You’re all mine, too.”

He growls, pulling me flat against him.

“How do you survive a Hell Storm?” younger me asks Ozias as we are trapped in the tree trunk in his mother’s garden.

Ozias is trying to hiss away the pain he is in. His shoulder-length jet-black hair is clinging to his face from sweat.

I grab his cheeks. “I need to know what to do, Ozzy.”

His black eyes meet mine, then drop to the space between us. Our bodies are so close, but my mind isn’t where his is right now.

“I’m sorry, there’s no room…”

He shakes his head. “Don’t worry. I—You’re distracting me from the pain.”

“How bad is it?” I ask in a whisper as thunderclaps outside the tree trunk.

Slowly, he turns away, and I lift the almost skin-tight shirt. Some of his skin is melted away, blood leaking from the toxic wound. It runs down his back to his waist. Tears well in my eyes. “I-I’m so—so sorry, Ozzy.”

He twists back around quickly and embraces me. “Shush. Don’t cry… I wanted to show you the Undead River.” He holds me close until I stop crying.

All the hair on my body stands up, waking me. My eyes open to see a crimson cloud rolling in over us. My hands reach out to grab Ledger. “Get up.”

Ledger springs up from the urgency in my voice and looks up. “What is that?”

“A Hell Storm.”

We both run as fast as we can. If there was one time that I would like to use my transporting powers, it would be now. But of course, it doesn’t work. It works only when it wants to.

The ground shakes and rumbles below us, threatening to crack open. Ledger takes more enormous strides, and I try to keep up.

“Are we running from the storm or into it?” Ledger shouts to me.

My eyes move to the sky through the canopy of trees. Overhead, another Hell Storm seems to have started from that end of Hell, near Hades’s palace. “We need to get inside!”

Before I can say another word, the ground between us begins to split up. I try to stop my movement and catch myself on my toes from falling into the deep chasm right before me. Looking up, I see Ledger far away, gauging if he can make it. But the jump is at least fifteen feet and splitting further, and I know even his Hellhound wouldn’t be able to make it. Lava pools at the bottom, filling upwards.

“Get to the house,” I shout.

Ledger frowns. “Asura!”

“Go! I’ll meet you there. I know this land better.”

His eyes narrow at me.They say that he doesn’t want to leave me.

“I’ll beat you there,” I say with a slight smirk and begin running away from the hole and Ledger. He has a straight shot to the palace.I do not.I try to rush down the chasm, but it keeps going for miles and miles.

Within seconds, the rain will be over me, burning into my skin like it did Ozias the first time I’d experienced it. Hell Storms only happen when the souls give Hell too much power, and its release is a storm. It isonlysupposed to occur in Hell; I have never seen two coming together.

My father did pretty well controlling the storms, and the power Hell takes on.

It was my turn to control it.

I’m faced with a masked figure near the statue gardens of Persephone. It stands there watching me, sending chills down my spine. I stiffen, ceasing my moment. They disappear and, within a split second, reappear right in front of me. The person slaps me so hard it sends me flying towards the cliff. I grab hold of a tree root to stop my movement. The mask did look familiar. The red and black tribal pattern reminds me of the one the killer had onthatnight.

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