All Chapters of Sacred Sins; A Dark Erotica Tale: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

As Zeke and Delilah stepped through the front door, the air in the apartment felt charged, heavy with the unspoken aftermath of their car encounter. Eli, lounging on the couch in nothing but a loose t-shirt and boxers, immediately picked up on it, the way Delilah walked with a subtle limp, her legs still shaky from the thorough fucking she'd just taken, and the satisfied gleam in Zeke's eyes. A knowing smirk spread across Eli's face as he unfolded himself from the cushions and sauntered over, his gaze flicking between them.He reached Delilah first, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss, his tongue probing her mouth possessively. Pulling back just enough to speak, he murmured, "You look like you've been thoroughly sorted out. Feeling better now, and is everything settled?" His voice was teasing but genuine, his hand resting on her hip, thumb brushing the spot where Zeke had likely left marks.Delilah blinked, a mix of surprise and curiosity washi

That night, Zeke stirred from a restful sleep, the room covered in darkness, awakened by a soft, anguished whimper that cut through the quiet. It was Eli, curled up beside him, his body twitching as nightmares clawed at his rest. Zeke knew immediately what it was—those old demons from Eli's past, the ones they'd dug up recently during their conversations, trying to bring Delilah into the loop about the stories of their lives. The scars they all carried that united them, especially the one Eli carried. The talk had been necessary, but it had cracked open old wounds, and now they were spilling out in Eli's sleep.Zeke sat up, his heart pounding, and gently shook Damien, running his palm along Damien's body to stir him awake. Damien who was on the other side of the bed groggily opened his eye. "Damien, get a towel and some cold water, quick," he whispered urgently, his voice steady despite the worry gnawing at him. Damien, groggy but compliant, slipped out of bed and headed to the bathro

They woke in the dim confines of the dungeon around midnight, the air still heavy with the scent of leather, sweat, and lingering arousal from their earlier session. Zeke stirred first, his muscular frame unfolding from the padded bench where he'd cradled Eli, his arm numb from the weight of Eli's body pressed against him. Damien was slumped in a corner chair, his head lolled back, and Delilah was curled up on a nearby mat, her breathing steady but shallow. The room's faint red lights cast eerie shadows, making the array of toys and restraints on the walls look like silent sentinels.Zeke rubbed his eyes, glancing at his wall clock. "Fuck, it's late," he muttered under his breath, not wanting to startle the others. He gently shook Damien awake first, the man's eyes fluttering open with a groggy grunt. "Time to eat something. We're all useless if we don't fuel up." Damien nodded, stretching his long limbs before helping Delilah to her feet. She yawned, her hair a tangled mess, but ther

‎Damien was waiting, his cock still hard and throbbing, his eyes dark with need. "Your turn properly," Zeke said, pushing him back onto the bench and positioning himself between Damien's legs. Wrapping his palm around Damien's cock and stroked him, pressing his thumb to the slit of the cock. He entered him again, this time slower but no less intense, fucking him with deep, powerful strokes. Zeke alternated between pinching Damien's nipples and biting on the nipples. ‎Damien moaned and cried in pleasure, saliva dripping from sides of his mouth as he begged for more. Zeke relentlessly pound into Damien until they both reached their peak. Damien came first, spilling over his stomach with a guttural moan, and Zeke followed, filling him with a final, deep thrust, spilling his cum deep in Damien's channel and kept on milking his cock with the boy's ass. They collapsed together, the dungeon quiet once more, their bonds stronger in the afterglow. Zeke repeated the same ritual he had done for

The phone buzzed once on the coffee table. Eli noticed it first. He didn’t know why. Something about the sound made his chest tighten before he even reached for it. He picked it up slowly, thumb hovering for a second before unlocking the screen. The image loaded. Eli went cold. Not just shock. Not fear. Recognition. It was him. Younger. Thinner. His face barely holding onto adulthood, eyes empty in a way he hadn’t seen in years. The room in the photo was unfamiliar but the feeling wasn’t. He remembered that night. Remembered the way people spoke around him like he wasn’t there. Remembered being told to stand still. To smile. To behave. The hands that touched him in places he didn't approve of, kissed and sucked his skin. His knees gave out. Damien caught him just in time, arms wrapping around him as Eli’s body shook violently. “Eli,” Damien said urgently. “Hey. Look at me.” Eli couldn’t. His vision swam, heart hammering so hard it hurt. “They’re old,” he whis