The Virtue Of My Dark Angel, Dark Angels of the Apocalypse Book 3

Chapter Twenty-Two: Bundles of Gloom

Bethany..

Bethany’s body reacted viscerally to his pronouncement, her lower abdomen giving a tight squeeze that made her curl forward slightly and want to start rocking. She clasped one of Drew’s hands and slid it up her thigh towards her slit, keeping eye contact the whole time. The tension ratcheted up as she led his fingers to her clit, rocking up against them and closing her eyes to revel in the sensation as Drew took over, brushing his knuckles against her and making her groan. Her own hands were captured, making her eyes snap open to meet the red gaze of Barbatos, who guided her backwards to hover over Drew’s erection. She sank down on him with a whimpered protest, and ran her slick folds over Drew’s member, her gaze bouncing between Barbatos’ greedy stare and Drew’s tortured expression as he gritted his teeth and tossed his head on the table, gripping her thighs again as if holding on for dear life.

“Before we do this, Bethany.. Drew and I would like your permission to make these children our own.” Barbatos’ hands tightened on hers. “I would alter the cells inside of you so that they would contain traces of all three of our genetic codes. The children would truly belong to us all, but most importantly, it would give Drew the chance to father a child with me as he’s always wished. Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Barbatos asked her seriously. Her rhythm wavered briefly, and she gave Barbatos a faltering smile, her heart breaking. They really didn’t want her. They just wanted to use her body to bring their child into the world. Theirs. She tried to hide the hurt. If she could carry to term, maybe she could convince them to let her stay. If not, she had time to make her plans. Maybe they’d let her nurse the child as well. A couple of years of safety, food and shelter for the temporary use of her body. Hadn’t she put up with worse? The slavers definitely wanted worse from her, and had nearly had it. At least these two were asking.

“Yes.” She couldn’t hide the tears that fell onto Drew’s abdomen in front of her. She wasn’t sure if either man noticed, or understood, her tears. They certainly never asked, but Barbatos nodded.

“It may require the silks.” He murmured and she flinched slightly, but nodded.

“Understood.” She responded, and he nodded back.

“Then let’s begin.” Barbatos stated solemnly, and with that, he helped her sit up onto her knees and bring Drew’s erection to her entrance.

“Ready?” Barbatos intoned like some weighty rite was about to take place. In response, Bethany bit her lower lip and leaned forward so she could start to slide Drew within her. The collective sounds of pleasure made Bethany’s skin pebble, and she clamped down on Drew, who grunted. Canting her hips, she pressed backwards, taking more of him as Barbatos looked on, finally releasing Drew and retreating so that he could grip himself and slowly begin to stroke as he looked on. Bethany watched on unabashedly as Drew filled her to the point that she was forced to stop with a gasp, even though he hadn’t quite bottomed out. He hissed a breath in through his teeth, kneading her thighs.

“Can you take the rest of me?” Drew purred, almost maliciously. “You did before.” The dominant side of him was back, and there was a a glint in his eyes that told Bethany the rewards were going to be just as good as the punishments.

“Her cervix is probably lower because of her fertility, Drew.” Barbatos murmured, but Bethany mumbled a protest in reply.

“I’m just..” She rose up on Drew’s length and slid back down. “Not ready..” Another glide up and down his length, her hands coming to rest on his abdominals. “Yet..” Bethany panted, rocking her hips this time as she rose up, so that Drew rubbed against that sweet spot along her front wall. Instinctively, her pelvis kicked back and forth again, hitting that spot over and over as she rose and fell, a silent moan escaping her as she exposed her throat, letting her head loll, ignoring everything but where she was connected to Drew.

Then he suddenly bucked, hard, driving himself into her all the way as she came down, and her eyes popped open as her head snapped up, a small exclamation escaping her that became a quiet ‘Oh!’ of surprise as she saw why Drew had moved. “Barbatos’ length was now buried in Drew’s mouth and throat, and judging by the tears shining in his eyes and the bulge in his neck, he’d nearly choked. Barbatos eyed her almost challengingly as he plunged into Drew’s mouth again, and Drew reached up to grip Barbatos by the hips, pulling him even closer. Apparently, Drew truly did like it rough. Bethany was watching the proceedings so raptly, she nearly forgot about riding Drew until he bucked again, and a hand came down to slap her thigh. She jerked with a yelp, and Barbatos laughed wickedly.

“Drew wants to know what you’re waiting for, girlie? Get a move on.” Barbatos cackled and Bethany clenched around Drew once more. He groaned, the sound making Barbatos grit his teeth, and inspiring Bethany to lift herself once again. Well two, or maybe three? Could play at this game. She let herself drop onto Drew, sinking all the way onto him, and he grunted in surprise, jerking, and his eyes went wide as he tried to look at her around Barbatos in his mouth.

Bethany grinned and circled her hips before rising to drop on his length again. Drew floundered briefly, the hand that had smacked her now squeezing her hip and urging her on. He dug his heels into the table and began rising to meet her at each drop, and she wasn’t sure what to do with the ache that she suddenly found pleasure in so deep inside herself. She ground down on Drew and both of them made strangled noises like they were being choked despite it being only Drew with a c**k in his mouth. Barbatos growled out something and the next thing she knew, he issued a command neither of them could ignore.

“Come for me. Now.” He snarled, and Drew bucked so wildly she was nearly unseated. For herself, she leaned backwards to grip Drew’s thighs, and it caused the angle of his penetration to change. Suddenly the pressure was on her front wall, and she tried to swallow a cry, but both Drew and Barbatos noticed, and Drew’s hand was moving in seconds, his knuckles grazing her clit as he gripped it lightly between the knuckles of two bent fingers. His thumb flicked along the tip of her clit, and she came with a scream that deafened her, collapsing onto Drew’s raised thighs as her body writhed and jerked, her muscles going slack. With a slurp, Barbatos withdrew from Drew’s mouth as Drew finished coming himself, the final twitches of his own c**k torturing Bethany as it pulsed against her front wall. She spasmed and groaned, but Barbatos didn’t let her rest. He grabbed her off Drew’s lap, tugging her off the table and bending her over until she was sprawled out face-first on it, legs dangling off, face directly beside Drew’s groin.

“Last chance to back out, bear-killer.” Barbatos hissed next to her ear.

“No.” She whispered back. “Never.” Barbatos pulled away to meet her gaze, searching her expression before nodding.

“So be it. This may take some time. I hope you’re prepared.” Barbatos rearranged her position, pulling her hips up further and her thighs further apart. He entered her slowly, not the quick thrust she was used to or expecting from him. His spines dragged along her swollen tissues, making her shudder, and when he pulled back it was even worse. It felt like he caught within her and held, sending lightning arching up her spine. Bethany responded immediately, the urge to escape just too great. Barbatos growled at her, and wrapped an arm around her torso, gripping her shoulder from the front with his forearm between her breasts, banding her to him as his own body fell heavily across hers. He was preventing her from wiggling away from him, Bethany realized. And then his teeth were in her Mark and the world exploded.

White so bright it hurt ran into a sickly green and then red before her eyes. More colors exploded across her vision and she finally noticed it was because she had squeezed her eyes so tightly shut that she was getting that weird starburst feedback of colors. Barbatos was still latched onto her Mark, holding her to him as tightly as he could without harming her, but when her senses began to return to her and the lust in her blood cooled, she could suddenly tell that something was different.

First, Barbatos had a hand on her lower abdomen, and it was hot. Bethany yelped slightly and squirmed, but that just made him hold her all the closer with another warning growl. Second, he truly was stuck within her. His spines seemed to have abandoned their relaxed position of laying flat down his shaft, and now all seemed to be extended, digging into her walls with an intense pressure that made her gasp. Barbatos could not move in and out of her like any of her previous typical partners might have, but that didn’t seem to matter. The short little jerks he made with his pelvis still drove those spines into her walls. In particular, it was driving them right into her G-spot like someone had their fingers there, rubbing and tapping away at it, and when Bethany noticed that there was no going back.

With a small scream, she dug her nails into the wooden table, her back bowed and she clawed desperately at the wood.

“‘Tos?” Drew’s worried voice floated faintly to her from somewhere above Bethany, but she had no time for answers. She was tortured by the need for more and less at the same time. Some quick thoughts were exchanged between Barbatos and Drew, and somehow, Bethany heard them. However, Bethany was trying to get her body closer to Barbatos’ and didn’t care what was said.

“Not yet, not yet.” He mumbled into her skin, and once again, she also understood it in her head. She just couldn’t tell her body ‘not yet’. It was out of control and doing whatever it wanted. There was a good possibility Bethany was screaming now. She knew she was about to come. It was right there. She just needed. A little. More.

Barbatos finally snarled at her efforts and drove himself deep. The pointed tip of him hit her cervix with a painful grind, and suddenly from within his mind, she understood what he had meant by ‘not yet’, and also finally truly understood the pointed tip of him as it continued to grind into her cervix. It fit the opening of her cervix during fertility perfectly. Any seed he released would go straight to her womb to give it a greater chance of conception. That was why she’d felt so full last time, and why he’d been taking so long this time. He needed to move Drew’s genetic material into place and alter it before he blasted her with his own. Bethany could feel how turned on this made him, and it just.. Broke her.

Bethany shrieked out her release as Barbatos flooded her womb with his seed. She didn’t even notice the silk thread encapsulating them, or how Barbatos gently pulled her to the floor and tried to make sure she was comfortable. She barely noticed the heat of his hand as it settled once more on her lower abdomen, though she did notice how tight and uncomfortable that felt. The last thing she saw was Drew’s worried face through the silk threads as they covered her head, but her eyes were half closed, her hips still rocking through the aftershocks of the best release she’d quite possibly had with Barbatos’ spines still tingling in her G-spot.

Drew..

Two days.

For two days he had a hard time concentrating and paced through the dining room to stare at the bodies of his lovers wrapped in the healing silks so many times that he might as well have taken up vigil.

The way she had screamed. Lord. Granted, he’d felt her pleasure, but if he hadn’t known better..

And he knew she was terrified of the silks. It was something that one or the other had mentioned to him, so it stuck in his head. How was she going to react to being wrapped in them again?

He tried to work around the farm. There were things to be done after all. A room to be built. Plants to be looked after. Animals to take care of. But he kept returning to that room to stare down at their too still bodies, waiting. And then when they finally did break out, he wasn’t even around.

Bethany’s shrieking was like a siren call, pulling him back to the house as fast as his feet would carry him. Ginger beat him there, ramming himself against the door to get inside, and Drew didn’t even bother to shut it when he finally got it open. The two of them tripped inside to see Bethany pulling the webbing from her body with disgust as she yelled.

“I hate it, I tell you. I hate it!” She yelled, and Drew nearly collapsed in the doorway, just relieved that she was ok. Ginger pranced around her, licking at her arms and hands, and she danced away from him as well, cursing. “Not now Ginger, too much you blasted traitor, too much.”

“You should calm down, you’re going to stress out the children.” Barbatos stated calmly from his place on the floor, where he merely brushed at the strands as they dissolved.

“Ch-children?” Bethany’s hands and eyes immediately dropped to her waist and Barbatos sighed, shoving himself to his feet tiredly.

“That was the point to all of this, wasn’t it?” ‘Tos demanded, and Bethany colored.

“Yeah, but I thought.. One at a time..” She looked down at her abdomen again, this time a trace of fear in her eyes, and Barbatos heaved another sigh. “How many are there?” She whispered.

“‘Tos?” Drew spoke up cautiously, He too, was curious. He knew ‘Tos would never intentionally put Bethany’s life in danger, but couldn’t deny the many questions boiling away under the surface of his mind. Barbatos pressed a forefinger and thumb into his eyes.

“Everyone stop panicking. It’s giving me a headache. First of all, it’s fine. Everyone’s fine. Bethany, it’s twins. Even I cannot control nature completely, and that is how this experiment went first time around. Personally, I’m quite thrilled with the idea. Drew, she’s fine. We’re fine. Everything went perfectly. In a few short months, we’ll welcome two healthy Cambions or Nephilims to the family. We have lots of work to do before then.” Barbatos explained.

“Twins?” Bethany moved her hands out of the way as if she could see them already.

“Twins?” Drew echoed, nearly collapsing to the floor. He was ecstatic. This was more than he could ever hope for. He had always wanted to be a father. Even more so when he met ‘Tos. And the desire had only grown when they’d added Bethany to the family.

But he was also terrified.

Was he ready for this?

“Wait, did you say only a few months?” Bethany frowned.

Oh hell.

Bethany..

They’d be rid of her faster than she’d thought.

She looked down at an abdomen that she could swear already looked rounder.

“Please don’t be born that fast.” She whispered to them, terrified that she’d be tossed out once the twins-twins!-were born. From within her, there seemed to be an answering worry. Just a vague sense of unease that didn’t seem to belong to her, and Bethany jerked slightly. Had she just..? No that wasn’t possible. There was no way the developing children within her could reach into her mind the way Barbatos could..

But then again, her whole world shouldn’t be possible, and since waking up in those ridiculous spider-webs, she’d been feeling kinda funny. Of course, she’d just blamed it on the fact that she was pregnant and wasn’t sure about her feelings about everything. At least she was dressed again, although in the end, she wasn’t sure what it changed, really. Her mind was just as tumultuous. She sat under a tree in the small ‘orchard’ where she was supposed to be picking fruit for tonight’s dessert, and instead, all she could do was stare at her hands in her lap.

Did she make the right choice? Somehow that answering twinge of hurt seemed to come from somewhere else deep inside her. Somewhere not her own mind. She placed a hand on her abdomen. Not that she’d ever regret bringing two children into the world. Especially not Barbatos’ and Drew’s, they were good men, it was just..did she do it for the wrong reason? Was she going to have to abandon them shortly after they were born? In a few short months? Just like her own mother abandoned her when she was a child? A soft sob escaped her, and again, there seemed to be an answering wordless cry from within her. A cry that tore at her soul, because she imagined it came from her children, already missing their mama.

Her children. She brushed away tears and sniffed. Maybe the pregnancy was making her emotional. Yeah, that had to be it.

But the lie sounded hollow even to herself, and more tears welled up in her eyes that she was forced to wipe furiously away. It probably didn’t help that she had extra hormones floating through her system now that she was pregnant, but still.. She plucked a blade of grass and pulled it apart uselessly. What was she going to do now?