Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chapter 118

118. Angel

A silk cloak covers my naked body, the low beating of the drums leading me to the room where the

Piercing Ceremony will take place. The Inferno Room, Alekos called it.

The strong scent of incense makes me dizzy, and if not for the young woman accompanying me, I

would have lost my way, especially since the Blood Lodge is almost completely dark, only a few buttery

lights here and there allow me to

see in front of me.

My heart is leaping in my chest.

I am going to marry three men. Who would have thought that? I went from barely receiving any male

attention to having three gorgeous men who would destroy the world for me. Being with them is not that

easy, as they are still assholes and want everything done their way, but I really love my life with them.

All the love I was deprived of while growing up, they are giving it to me.

I enter the Inferno Room, and for a moment, I am transported back to the night when Carlos humiliated

and tortured

1. me.

Men sit in chairs, shadows obscuring their faces, and I take a step back, bumping into the woman

behind me. I feel their gazes on me, and my skin crawls, my stomach turning into knots. I try to

concentrate on my mates who stand in front of an altar, wearing only a pair of thin white cotton pants,

but… I think I am having an anxiety attack.

“Your Lords are waiting for you,” she whispers to me.

I know this. Alekos, Reyes, and Stefan explained to me everything that would happen, but suddenly, I

don’t think I can do this. I can’t walk alone to the middle of the room, where they are waiting for me. Not

when so many men are watching me. I start to hyperventilate.

Probably feeling my distress, my mates come to me, their presence helping me not be afraid and my

breathing returns to normal. I was supposed to be the one to go to them, and yet they come to my

rescue, making me love them even

more.

“Keep your eyes on us,” Reyes says as their bodies shield me from unwanted looks.

The scent of incense grows stronger, and I start to feel as if I am drunk.

We stop in front of the altar. Alekos stands before me, and Reyes and Stefan are on either side of me.

The drum beatings get louder, the floor beneath my bare feet vibrating.

Alekos unties the ribbon that holds the cloak around my shoulders and lets it pool at my feet, exposing

my body to everyone. My gaze runs to the crowd of men, and I try to cover myself with my hands, not

wanting to be seen by them. Alekos grabs my chin between his fingers. Stefan and Reyes touch me,

trying to calm my nerves.

“The only ones present here are you and us. Focus on Reyes, Stefan, and me,” he instructs me.

I inhale deeply, hoping to calm myself enough to do my part. My men already explained to me what is

to happen today, and I can’t say I am too happy about it, but if I want to tie their demons to my soul, I

have no other choice.+10

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Sinking to my knees, I pull down Alekos pants and help him remove them, then I do the same with

Reyes and Stefan. They are hard and big and thick and more than eager to fuck me. When they told

me about the aphrodisiac they had to take, I almost didn’t believe them, but the grimace of pain on their

faces told me they were serious.

My fingers wrap around Alekos” cock, my eyes never leaving his as I suck his balls. The Piercing

Ceremony is very sexual; the woman sucking her men in front of the other Lords is an act of

submission, and her men will then fuck her in front of everyone, proving that they can control her. 2

When Alekos told me about this, I expressed how fucked up I found it, he told me the Dukes fuck all the

sex slaves in the Celestial Heaven on the wedding night while the bride is left alone. If it is true, it is

more fucked up than the Piercing Ceremony. My mates would never touch another woman. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

I take Alekos in my mouth and reach my hands to jerk Reyes and Stefan. My palms move slowly as all

of them have to finish in my mouth, and I have to drink their cum–essence, they call it.

Alekos fists my hair and fucks my mouth hard, pushing his cock down my throat. I gag, and my instinct

is to push him away, but Reyes leans forward and grabs the back of my neck with his right hand,

keeping me in place. “Take it, you little slut,” he snarls.

I nod, knowing that I need to submit to them. Alekos keeps fucking my throat, and saliva drips onto my

thighs. It doesn’t take long for him to finish, my mouth filling with his cum.

“Drink everything!” Alekos orders me. I do so then I open my mouth wide. “Good girl,” he murmurs and

kisses my forehead.

Reyes steps in front of me and hits my face with his cock a few times. “Open,” he orders me.

My lips part, and his cock enters my mouth. Reyes puts a hand on top of my head and the other under

my chin and fucks my mouth harder than Alekos–who squats behind me and grabs my neck, forcing

me to take even more of Reyes down my throat. I would not have problems if they were average size,

but don’t they realize how big they are?

Luckily, Reyes lasts only a few minutes, cumming down my throat as he swears loudly.

Giving Stefan a blowjob is something I really enjoy, him letting me take the lead almost every time.

Smiling, I lick his cock, concentrating mostly on his piercings. He even got a round one in the tip, just

like Reyes and Alekos have, and I get wet just thinking how good they will feel inside me. When I start

sucking, he shivers, and I grab his balls, squeezing him lightly.

“Fuck, Schatzi, I am going to come in a few seconds if you keep doing that.”

I smile and suck him even harder, and he rewards my effort by erupting into my mouth with a growl.

They help me to my feet, and after kissing me, Alekos asks, “Ready for the next part?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

They have’me lie on the altar, which represents their love for me and that I will always come first, no

matter what.

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The Elders and another man who is wearing a long cloak, his face hidden by the hood of his cloak–

Cain, the one from the Bible, the gatekeeper of Hell–gather around the altar, ready to step in in case

something goes wrong during the

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ceremony.

The incense and the drums make my head spin, and when Alekos speaks again, I can’t register what

he is saying, but I still nod my head.