Sinners' Kingdom #1: The Book of Lust (Complete)

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He was a liability and a threat even the times he didn't mean to be. I couldn't afford to let him run rampant. I had to cut him down before he did the same to me, and I would do it now. This instant. With these claws. No hesitation.

So why was I stroking myself as I watched him thrust up against her? Why was a growl building in my throat as I bit back a snarling command to fuck her already? Why was there slick pre-come gathering on the tip of my cock as I watched him play with her endlessly, hands squeezing everywhere they touched as she writhed and moaned for more?

... The fucking Shard.

I didn't pinpoint it at first because of the painfully intense arousal hardening my cock, but a brief moment of clarity let me feel the thick pulse of pure need that uncoiled from around the Shard. From within my stomach, bonded to my flesh and power, it throbbed and sent a surge of hot, vicious need through me, burning up all traces of rationality, every ounce of restraint I had left.

I should have known something was wrong the moment I broke out of the temple prison. The signs had been obvious, after I succumbed and pleasured myself while watching Asmodeus fuck the witch from behind. That in itself wasn't unexpected since I'd always been prone to his tricks even at my best, but the explosion of power that came after, the overwhelmingly satisfying, addicting sensation of climax that layered on top of my own pleasure and drove me to insanity — I should have suspected it from the start:

My possession of his Shard did more than just anchor us together. It fed him to me, filling my body with whatever echoed through the connection and overflowed into my senses, entangling until I couldn't tell them apart anymore.

I hadn't planned on this when I took possession of his Shard. It had given me the explosive power I needed to break out of the prison spell the first time, but if I'd known the connection would gouge so much more deeply than that, I would have been more careful. I had to get it out of me, now. It was too dangerous. Not because it would kill me, but because I wouldn't even care if it did, soon enough. The Shard was too much of a liability, just like the rest of Asmodeus.

Yet my hand remained gripping my cock as it hardened, thickened. When the witch cried out, begging Asmodeus for mercy as he pumped his fingers inside her, my fingers moved on their own, playing with the cockhead and thumbing my slit until pre-come coated my palm up to my wrist. Now Asmodeus was moving her, forcing her onto her hands and knees so he could mount her from behind. He panted as he ground against her, so impatient he couldn't even wait to guide his cock inside her first, and the sight of him dragging her back when she collapsed on her arms made even more pre-come bead at my slit. I wanted to see her screaming as he slammed into her, stretching her until she couldn't take anymore. I wanted to see him pound into her so hard her breasts swung back and forth. I wanted to see him drag her back and forth on his cock while she was powerless to resist, her sweet pink pussy swallowing him again and again just like it had when I watched them the first time. I wanted to see the panic on her face when I drew close, my own cock in hand and ready to fill her holes, just like Asmodeus. I wanted —

If you had been there, imagine what we could have done. Me, taking her pussy. You behind her, your cock in her ass...

Unbidden, the memory of Asmodeus' taunts rose to the surface, sending a searing surge of hunger and lust so strong I almost came. But now, they didn't seem like taunts. Now they seemed like a promise too sweet to resist, begging me to join, begging me to fulfill it.

We could have filled both her holes, fucked her back and forth until she begged for mercy.

There was no power in Hell, Heaven, or any realm that could convince me to rip Asmodeus' Shard out of myself now. Not after this. Not after the sight of him sinking into her tight, wet heat with a thick groan burned itself into my memories. Not after the sounds of her whining and crying as he pleasured her clit with his tail wrapped around my half-healed throat, choking me until all I could think about was how good she would taste there when she came in my mouth.