Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1 - Sex Stories

Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1

... his face. Devon and Angel stood between him and the reapers. “What the hell is going on? You’re not supposed to mistreat him,” Devon yelled. Devon yelling? It was almost laughable. His wimp of a brother was finally growing a pair of balls? Meanwhile, Angel was untying his hands. Lucien shook them, opening and closing his fists as blood rushed back in. Angel came around before him, brushing back his hair, looking into his face with concern. Her fingers touched the corner of his lip. “You’re bleeding.” Her voice was still soft, sweet, innocent. Her mane of white blond hair barely covered her breasts. They’d gotten bigger after having a baby, and her hips more rounded, but she still looked like the proverbially virgin from the Garden of Eden. “Well, then you need to kiss it better,” he whispered moving against her. His hand cupped the back of her skull as he sealed his lips over hers. No hesitation at all, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, fucking that sweet little orifice thoroughly. She pushed him away angrily and stood. “You haven’t changed,” she sneered. Lucien grinned up at them all. “Of course I have. Just look at me,” he gritted the last through clenched teeth. Eyes raked down a body he knew was littered with scars. The marks of his hellish existence in the bowels of Megdoluc. He stood on shaky legs, scowling at all of them. Devon sighed and stepped closer. He was such a pathetic bastard. He didn’t even try to kick Lucien’s ass after kissing his female the way he did. ...

... So much for growing a pair. “When are you going to stop this nonsense?” Lucien cocked a brow at him. “What nonsense?” “You won’t eat.” Lucien scowled. “When you let me out of here.” Devon’s eyes narrowed. After a moment, he shook his head. “You’re safer here for now.” Lucien scoffed and looked at the reapers. “Safe? Really?” Devon scowled and looked back at the reapers. “They’re under orders to protect you.” Lucien turned and bumped into Remi, who was holding the mangled remains of the peanut butter, jelly and banana sandwich. Remi was quick. You’d try to nail the son-of-a-bitch and you’d end up swiping the air, but Lucien hadn’t been second in command for nothing. His visualization of the sandwich plastered all over the annoying red weredragon’s face became reality when Lucien used his telekinetic powers to flick Remi’s own hand up into his grinning face. The reapers snickered as Rem wiped the gooey mess off his countenance. “Lucky shot,” he murmured with a scowl. Lucien took the opportunity to teleport away to the other side of the envirolevel. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? He wanted left alone. He sat at the edge of the lake, perched atop a boulder jutting over the placid surface. Just behind him was an enormous willow, its branches spread over him like a green umbrella. Most of the leaves trailed lazily within the glassy blue depths of the lake. If he sat closer to the edge, he’d be able to let his leg hang over and wet his toes, but the dark water still scared ...