"You're killing him!" The old hag by the side of the road suddenly cried, glaring at me. "That poor boy! You only ruin what you touch, you abomination. You beast! Set him free!" *** Sex was all that mattered to Cyrus. Sex. Alcohol. Women. Sex. after all, that pleasure, lust and passion was all that mattered to a descendant of the god of lust. He just had to live up to the name. But when one little invisible mouse stepped into his vision, he was suddenly all Cyrus could see. A little game, he said. "Tease the obvious virgin boy," he planned. "Push him hard, press his buttons." something's wrong. The god of lust can't get it up anymore. Not for anyone who is not Damian Cross.
View MoreCYRUSI rinsed the soapy dish under the running tap, handing it to my mom as she wiped it off with a hand cloth and placed it in the rack. She hummed as she carried out her chore, a smile plastered on her face.I'd just had dinner at her place. We ate like humans knowing fully well were weren't, but it seemed nice to feel like a family once in a while. She was obsessed with anything that would give ‘quality time’ with her kids.She still didn't know about Lilith and Seth yet. While I'd debated whether or not to tell her, she mentioned Lucian stopping by to say hello and he zoomed off without another word.That was my cue to shut the hell up. I didn't say anytime, just acted like everything was fine and I didn't just experience the greatest trauma in my whole life.A party of me– a very large part wanted to break down and cry in her arms. I still trembled just remembering what happened, but if I laid it all on her, what would she do?Her life was sad enough. I couldn't possibly add mor
CROSSI knew I was still alive when I suddenly became aware of the pain. Yeesh! I took it too far yesterday. Not that I regretted any of it. I'd do it again and again I'd say it over and over again. No remorse here, but I did take it too far.What did I mean by 'take from me. I can take it'? Oh my God! Needless to say, I woke up with secondhand embarrassment. How the heck do I face him this morning?Everywhere hurts. And one place that shouldn't feel like it's gaping open, actually feels that way.After I'd said those words, Cyrus went feral. I swear, I was this close to worrying whether it was truly him or Lust. He was out of it-- but then again, I don't exactly remember any promises of him taking it gentle with me.He was always out to prove why he was a god in the bedroom and why the girls at school won't stop throwing themselves at him.Too late now, I think.Setting the thought aside, last night's back and forth rushed back to me. How I managed to sleep at all was shocking. Thank
CYRUSI recognized sexual energy anywhere. After all, it was the fastest way I could build up my strength. It was my daily bread and what I considered food. There were other means of lust, but humans had long termed sexual acts as forbidden and so whenever they acted on it, lust jubilated and made merry.They've always tasted the same in different ways. Like colours but red, pink, or purple. Nothing out of the ordinary.Now why did this feel like I was having a whole feast? It wasn't just colours, it was something else; a whole rainbow, an upgrade, like I consumed a thousand souls.Fuck.Soft hands ran over my abs, sending a thrill, a mesmerizing one. I was getting addicted fast. My heart beating with more meaning, passion and power.Sweet rosy sensation flooded my senses. Everywhere he touched lighted up quickly.I must have summoned an incubus of something. Dammit! Guilt stabbed my chest. Cross would hate me if he found out. But I couldn't do this to him. It would be too much for hi
CYRUS I've always been afraid of the dark. Not because of what lurked out there, but what I housed inside me.Carrying a whole sin and one as strong as lust wasn't exactly easy. I feared the day he would burst out and shut me out, leaving me to drown in the darkness-- the void.What would happen to me? I wondered where I'd float.To nothingness, I hoped. Like my whole existence erased, wiped out like I wasn't even there.That was better than the feeling of being stuck somewhere, the feeling of falling into the void and never letting up.Something warm wrapped around me and I felt a slight tug in my chest. The kind I always felt when Cross looked at me a certain way, or smiled these days.Shit! Something's wrong with me, for sure.But right now, I felt his presence. It was subtle but it was there. It felt warm on my face like the ray of sun on a Saturday morning back at Mom's place. I could hear her humming through the thin walls-- other times, her cries of being abandoned by a mate a
CROSS I was falling fast. The world around me was spinning and waiting for my blood to spill. The air felt too thick for me to produce a single sound. The world twisted around me. The height from which the tentacle dropped me could cause anyone a heart attack, yet I suffered the torture of watching myself go down, watching myself die. The only thing in front of me was Valkar. The cursed agent of hell watched me without an atom of care, his head held high in dignity like he had done an honorary deed. My vision blurred, I couldn't even cry. My head spun. I sank further, waiting for the hard thud of the ground against my back, waiting for death's open arms to usher me into hell. "I'm gonna get you out of here." His words breezed past my thoughts with his shaky voice and that fearsome look in his eyes. They were empty promises. Not because he didn't mean it, but because he stood no chance against them. I knew it. He knew it too. Fuck. I knew I shouldn't, but with all the last stre
CYRUSMy hands trembled as I glanced at the heads of my siblings. The tentacles reached for them, dragging them back into the Earth and pulling along their lifeless bodies. Hell had no respect for its own people, this much shouldn't be a surprise. This wasn't grandfather's orders. Judging from the surge of power I just got, this was Valkar doing his own wish."H-He- killed them. Oh my God! Oh my God!" Cross gasped, struggling to breathe behind me. "Oh God! Oh God!" Anyone who stood against grandfather had themselves to blame. It didn't matter if they were his own grandchildren. We were not special to anyone. But I wasn't going to let them take my one special person away from me. Cross could barely even breathe behind me and I was in no position to say anything comforting. Heck, I needed it too! "Now that we've gotten rid of those small fries," Valkar smirked, still levitating as though the Earth was unworthy of him. "Let's get right into it."Small fries? I gulped. Shit. He wasn't
CYRUS"Fuck this!" I muttered in agony, turning around and marching to the barrier with heated gaze and a clenched fist."W-Wait, where are you--" Cross gasped."I wouldn't go closer if I were you," Seth warned and that managed to keep him in place but the weight of his eyes laid heavy on my back, just like the responsibility to keep him safe.Dad always said emotions would be the downfall of humans. He said we were different, and for special higher ranked sins like us--the seven deadly ones-- we were immune to feelings. All we ever felt was what we were.Last I checked, I was the god of lust. Not the god of anger, jealousy, protectiveness, worry and worse of all, fear.Fucking fear!Why was I trembling? Simple. It finally dawned on me that we were fucked. I mean it was pretty obvious but hearing my siblings complain? Now that added to my fear.You're weak. The voice boomed inside my head with a trembling force and a smirk behind it. Give in to me.No. Never.I could feel the mischief
CYRUS"Excuse me?" Lilith frowned, recovering from the shock. It was quite hard to believe he just growled at them. "Listen here, you little--""If you have nothing but negatives to say then zip it!"Oh shit! He was pissed off, wasn't he? I looked down to where he held our hands like he was in control here, when in fact, he was the odd one out. We could all tell he was nervous and afraid but that didn’t stop him from schooling them. If he could complain in hell, then damn, I was in for the rest of my life.No, that didn't come out well. Rest of whose life? This was the end for him."I've had enough. I'm scared to my boots but you don't see me screaming and yelling. Whether we're doomed or not, he's only trying to stay positive and there's nothing wrong with that. God!" he huffed, then muttered, "How can I have more balls than the descendants of lust?""Hey!" Lilith snapped. "You know nothing about our family-""No, thanks. I don't need the extra information. Clearly, this," he gestur
CYRUS"Get up," I pulled Cross to his feet, ignoring the pain shooting from my ribs. It was like a rib had pierced one of my organs, but fuck that! Cross was having an even harder time. His breath was uneven, harsh and shuddery. He could barely breathe and it was pretty obvious why.Hell's environment was no place for a human. If this continued-- I didn't even want to think about it."Up, up," I held his arm and yanked him hard. His legs gave in and he crashed into me. I supported him with my weight, a familiar strength rolling inside me but it came with no courage, only fear.Fear of the unknown. Fear of what I was. Fear of what I carried inside me. Fear of the dangers that lie ahead, one that possibly involved Cross's doom."I have to get you out of here," I looked around frantically, heart speeding with panic. Seth was at Lilith's side, helping her to her feet and Lucian was nowhere in sight.Did he bolt before the barrier came on? Possibly. He wouldn’t hesitate to save himself and
CROSS Cyrus Sinclair. The one. The only. The legend. Who else would arrive late to the soccer game for his own team and stride in like a boss with lipstick on his left cheek and corner of his mouth? The blonde walking out of the tunnel where Cyrus emerged, staggered in her steps. She fixed her mini skirt and finger-combed her hair, blushing from the embarrassment and looking around if anyone else would notice what was already written all over her. Must be one hell of an orgasm. I moved my camera to take a picture of the cocky man running into the field now after substitutions were announced a while ago. So far, he has made no attempts to wipe the blonde's claim off the side of his mouth. He wore their lipstick like a conquest for all to see. Boys his age still saw sex as a trophy and loved to add to their numbers like it was a resume for a future job application. What was I saying? He was a boy my age yet his body count was triple my age, I could bet his manhood on it. The cro...
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