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“I’m gonna let you fuck me. And you’re gonna thank me for it, like the good girl you are. Aren’t you?”

TWENTY-SIX

Agony

It’s not meant to be divine.

They’re doing the furthest thing from holy, but Agony’s never seen anything as sacred as the two of them. Flint’s claws in her hair, his body blocking out everything behind her, keeping her kneeling on the altar above Agony. Harbinger’s dazed eyes and panting chest flood under purple light, celestial and transcendent.

Even with Flint sunk to the hilt inside her, Agony’s graced with the spectacle of them. Flint’s wings spanning the pool, Harbinger’s dips and curves…Agony wants to paint them. To lie on his back and fill a chapel with their image. To humble himself at their feet, wretched creature that he is.

Flint’s finger dips against her clit. Harbinger bucks. It rocks through Agony like a shockwave, desire pulsing when Flint lowers her hands back to the slab.

She’s right in front of Agony. Teeth digging into her lip, eyes staring dazedly into his, the heel of her palms pressed against the rim of the slab. Agony doesn’t need instruction. He holds her wrists, bracing at the same time she widens her knees to keep her in place.

“Good girl.” One of Flint’s clawed hands splays beneath her stomach, keeping her from slipping. “Now take it like you want it.”

It’s a hypnotizing motion when she works back over Flint, ass grinding as she pants for breath. Agony’s mesmerized by the heat in her eyes. Arousal floods from Flint behind her, her body rocking forward with each thrust.

“Just like that, baby,” Flint hisses as he watches where they meet. “Work your hips on me just like you like.”

It’s captivating, but Harbinger starts to get lost, emotions whirling as the slab smears memories against her. Agony presses up into her space.

“You like that, don’t you?” Agony squeezes tighter around her wrists, grounding her. “Of course you do. He fucks you so good, doesn’t he?”

She tries to let her head fall, but Agony doesn’t allow it, gripping back in her hair. “Ah, ah: you’re gonna let me see it. You’re gonna tell me how good his dick is in you.”

She rocks forward, so close to his mouth that he could taste it. Could take her lips against his, tease her until her arms are shaking. But still, he looks at Flint. And with Harbinger working over him, Flint nods.

Something wedges into Agony’s throat. He doesn’t focus on it, lifting out of the water to tip into Harbinger’s space.

“You want me to kiss you?” The sight of Harbinger aching is enough for Agony to lose control, but he doesn’t touch her yet. Keeps rocking back out of her reach. “You want me to lick every holy word out of your mouth until all you taste is blasphemy?”

“Fuck.”

She lowers her head to fuck back harder, but Agony keeps her upright with a finger under her chin. Breath cascades over her lips. She surges forward to meet him, but it’s too slick. Flint grips her tighter. Agony pulls back on her hair.

“That’s not what a good girl does.” Agony’s eyes scrape over her. “Gods, look at you.”

Humiliation tinges his words just enough to sting. He extends a hand toward Flint. Flint meets him, letting Agony guide Flint’s fingers over Harbinger’s shoulder. Flint retracts two claws as Agony presses Flint’s fingers against Harbinger’s lips. Flint hesitates — but Harbinger whines, opening her mouth to take them. It’s sloppy, messy when his fingers stretch between her lips, leaving both of them groaning.

I want to be desecrated.

“So fucking full of him, stuffed from both ends. What a precious little offering.” Agony pats her jaw roughly, squeezing her cheeks where Flint’s packed between them. Flint withdraws his fingers, spit dripping down Harbinger’s chin as Agony sneers. “Such a good girl. Such a filthy fucking martyr.”

She surges toward Agony’s mouth. He pulls back just in time, pressing on her shoulders to sink her back until Flint moans. Agony squeezes her cheeks in his hand again. “Bet you wish my tongue was on that clit, don’t you?” Her hips move faster in response. “That can be arranged.”

He doesn’t move. Just lets his mind play out the thought of him crawling beneath her to lave his tongue against where she and Flint meet. It jolts through her, body spasming at the feeling he places into her head, toying with their connection.

“How —” she gasps. Agony doesn’t stop, dropping another image into her mind. That same tongue working past her navel, splitting and curling around both her nipples. He doesn’t need to move to make her feel it. She arches, trying to get closer to his mouth, but nothing’s there.

“Pitiful baby,” he teases. The sound of skin slapping grows louder, echoing off the walls. Agony toys with her mind until her arms and legs wobble beneath her. Until she feels Agony’s tongue gliding over the most sensitive parts of her.

“Please,” she begs.

“You’ve got it, baby.” Flint guides her hips against him. “Keep using me.”

She groans at every inch she takes, whimpering for more, but Flint doesn’t give her an inch. When her slick hair whips over her shoulder as she tries to find his eyes, her head dipping down toward the slab. “Flint, please. Please fuck me. Please give me more than —”