Chapter Forty
The music played, eerie and dark, and I could feel all eyes on me as I walked between the tables. My heart drummed a fierce rhythm, but my face was an impassive mask, revealing nothing of the tempest inside.
The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat and spilled wine. The sounds of clinking goblets and low chuckles filled the space, a sinister symphony to accompany my march towards the dark carved thrones that stood on the dais, sentinels of power that promised control, dominion and erotic darkness. Once I had entered this hall, gagged and bound, taken against my will. Shamed and humiliated, tortured and pleasured for others’ enjoyment. Tonight, I walked through the Reapers with my head held high. I ascended the black marble steps, each step a declaration. I was Paige Matthews, and though I had once painted gardens of vibrant hues, now I found beauty and roses in the darkness. Tonight, I had come to claim what was mine.
“Hail, Persephone,” a voice like velvet wrapped in steel greeted me. It came from the masked figure seated upon the right-hand throne.
“DeathKnight,” I acknowledged, my voice steady. There was no tremor, no hint of the girl who had fled the suffocating grasp of a mother”s ambition, or the grip of a madman. That girl was a ghost; I was the spirit risen in her stead, stronger and unbreakable.
“Is this where you belong?” The masked figure on the right spoke, his gravelly voice deep, sending shivers down my spine and between my legs. His question was a challenge, a test of my resolve.
“Here or nowhere,” I declared.
“And who do you belong to?” came the voice from the centre throne.
I stood in front of him, my eyes fixed on the dark eyes in his skull mask. They raked down my body, burning with a heated desire I returned. I’d chosen my outfit to please him. A black lace teddy, with sweeping black lace skirts that fastened at the waist, billowing out behind me as I walked, but parting in the front to reveal the crotchless teddy.
I was supposed to kneel, but I was done submitting.
“I belong to you, Hades,” I said, then continued before he could. “As you belong to me.”
Whispers ran around the hall, but amusement flashed in those dark eyes and I met his gaze with a knowing smile.
“Then take your place, my dark queen,” he commanded, and it was both a coronation and a benediction, as he rose from his throne. I walked up to him, trailing my hand down his black shirt, brushing over his cock in front of everyone, before I turned and sat down. Slowly, I parted my legs, letting the Reapers see my pussy, bare where the teddy ended, and a murmur rose through the crowd. I looked up at Hades, and smiled.
“Kneel, my King.”
He did. In front of the entire hall of Reapers, at my command, Hades, the Lord of the Deadman’s Club, knelt at my command and removed his mask, then leaned forward and began to lick my pussy as I sat on his throne.
The hall fell into a stunned silence, every painted pair of eyes fixed on the spectacle unfolding before them. It was an assertion, a bold and blatant display of power, a new order taking shape.
Bast”s lips parted against my burning flesh, his tongue dipped low, circling and teasing as he worshipped my core. My breath hitched at the touch, my hands gripping the armrests of his throne in a death grip. I let my head fall back, a shudder running down my spine as the tension curled and coiled within me, building until it became almost unbearable.
I felt a deep thrill of both power and pleasure. A delicious sensation surged within me, spreading out from my core and rippling through my veins. I threw my head back against the throne, savouring not just the sensation of his mouth at work between my thighs but also of the control I now held.
“Do you yield to me?” I asked Hades, pulling him away from me by his hair for a moment. It wasn”t long enough for an answer. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I guided him back to where I wanted him; where I needed him.
Instead of an answer, he redoubled his efforts. He licked and sucked at my clit, plunging a finger inside me before adding another. His movements were experienced, knowing just where to touch that sent jolts of pleasure shooting up my spine. Each lick sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine, making me clench around his fingers. The way he was devouring me, sent intense waves of pleasure rushing through me and I fought to breathe.
He grunted into me as I tightened my grip in his hair, pulling him closer to me. His tongue flicked mercilessly against my clit, hands gripping my thighs tightly as he slid a finger into me. Pleasure crept up from within me, and I moaned loudly unafraid to show them just how much he pleased me. The sounds of his mouth against my sex filled the hall.
“Hades,” I breathed out his name. My voice echoed around us as we continued to play our explicit game amongst a sea of masked spectators. He pulled away, looking up at me, his eyes burning into mine, as his tongue ran over his lips, licking up my wetness.
“You will yield to me,” he said.
I shook my head.
“More,” I breathed out to him.
His answer was immediate, his fingers plunging deeper into me as his mouth closed around my clit. My cries echoed through the hall, and I could feel the pulse of the crowd”s excitement, their voyeuristic hunger only fuelling our own. It was a seductive dance we led them on: a queen and her king revealing in an exchange of passion and control.
He pushed a second finger into me, thrusting them in and out of me in rhythm with his tongue. Each lick was precise, intentional, and my heart pounded faster, louder. I was lost to the pleasure, my body trembling under his touch. Each flick of his tongue brought me closer to the edge, and I felt my climax building.
My grip tightened on his hair, my other hand clutching the armrest so tightly I could feel the carved patterns of the throne biting into my flesh.
A loud moan escaped my lips as the waves of pleasure rippled through me. I could feel every eye watching us, but all I could focus on was Bast and the relentless assault of his tongue on me. The tension in my core coiled tighter and tighter until I thought I would break apart.
“Hades...” I breathed out again, a plea or perhaps a command. His lips curved into a smirk against my sex, and then he plunged deeper into me, adding another finger. My world shattered into a thousand pieces as pleasure like nothing I”d ever experienced, peaked and crashed through me. My body convulsed against him, tremors wracking me as he continued to lick and suckle at me. The hall erupted into cheers as they watched me fall apart under his touch.
As the last tremors subsided, he pulled away slowly, his eyes meeting mine in an unspoken conversation filled with heat and promise. He rose from between my legs, standing tall in front of his throne, in front of me. He held out a hand to me, which I took graciously, climbing off his throne.
“My Queen,” he asked. “Would you allow my Knights to please you?”
I smiled up at him, my pussy flooding with heat as Nate and Tristan stood up and walked to the front of the dais to join us, removing their masks. “I will, yes.”
Nate stepped up behind me, his hands coming around to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples hard and I let out a cry that was instantly swallowed as Tristan dragged my mouth to his, kissing me with a force that took my breath away. His hand slipped down, parting my legs to plunge his fingers into my pussy and I writhed against him. Around us, the hall erupted into chaos as the Reapers’ women and men arrived to serve their needs, but many watched us up on the dais, and I loved every moment.
The heat from Nate”s body radiated off him as his strong, deft fingers pinched and rolled my sensitive nipples. His face buried in my neck, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He whispered words of dark promises, making my body hum with anticipation. Meanwhile, Tristan’s hand delved deeper into me, his fingers twisting and turning in a rhythm that made me grind against him.
“More,” I commanded, the word leaving me in a breathless whisper.
As if on cue, Tristan parted my sex wider and plunged another finger into me, causing a gasp to escape from between my lips. I clung onto him, pulling him closer against me. The taste of his mouth was intoxicating - a mix of dark desire and pure sin. I felt drunk on the sensation of these two dark knights dominating me.
Turning around to face Nate, I caught sight of his eyes, burning with an intensity that made my heart race. I wanted him, needed him, and I pulled at his trousers, forcing them down so that his hard cock sprang free. He groaned as I wrapped my hands around it, stroking it, and pulled off his shirt. I ran a hand up the hard muscled panes of his chest, scratching my nails down and he groaned.
“Swallow his cock, Persephone,” commanded Bast, at our side. He was naked, and my eyes moved over his body before I kneeled in front of Nate. There were excited whispers as Nate slowly fed me his cock, watching as I tipped my head, taking it all in. He held my head carefully as he began to fuck my mouth, sliding all the way out, before pushing back in, and I groaned as I felt Tristan kneel behind me, his cock pushing between my legs and up into my soaking pussy.
I could hear the moans of the men down below as they watched me take the two Knights deep into my body. I knew how it looked, my small form, tiny between these two men, being taken and used, but in truth, it was me using them, me demanding with my touches and moans that they sink deeper, that they fuck harder. I was in control, and I fucking loved it.
My body was aflame with sensation, every nerve ending alight under the pleasure that both Nate and Tristan were giving me. I sucked harder on Nate”s cock, my hand curling around the base while the other braced against his hip for balance. His breath hitched, his hands tangling in my hair as he pushed deeper into my mouth, setting a brutal pace that had me struggling to keep up.
Tristan was relentless behind me, each thrust of his cock into my pussy pushing me further onto Nate”s cock. I moaned around him, feeling my climax tug at the edges of my consciousness. It was growing stronger with each passing moment, fueled by the wanton desire and debauchery that surrounded us.
Bast watched from his throne, naked and proud, eyes burning with lust as he watched his queen being pleasured by his Knights. I caught sight of him stroking himself leisurely, engrossed in the spectacle we were providing for the crowd who watched with bated breaths. Seeing him there, touching himself while watching us sent another wave of heat through me.
“Look at her,” Bast said, his voice filled with pride as he watched me suck Nate and take Tristan deep inside me. “Watch how she takes them both.”
The hall was filled with gasps and moans as men and women alike watched us.
“Harder,” I gasped between moans filling the hall. Tristan complied immediately, rough fingertips digging into my hips as he plunged even deeper inside me. Nate pumped faster into my mouth in response to Tristan”s increased pace, his low groan echoing through the silence. The sight was too much for Bast who stood up with intense fervour in his eyes and moved towards us.
Nate let out a low growl, the vibrations humming beneath my fingertips where they gripped his thighs. His fingers tightened in my hair and he pulled me off his cock with a sudden jerk. “Not yet,” he growled.
I felt a stab of disappointment but as I glanced up at Nate, I saw the predatory glint in his eyes. The anticipation was part of the game and that was something he understood all too well. Tristan pulled back abruptly too, just as I had begun to spiral towards another climax under his movements. The teasing denial left me breathless and craving for more.
Bast cupped his hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Tonight, you belong to all three of us, Persephone. And tonight, all three of us will take you.”
My lips parted in shock, and a murmur ran through the hall. I watched as Nate laid down on the dais. He grabbed me, lifting my leg over his face and pulled me down onto him, sucking and licking at my pussy as I moaned. Bast thrust his cock into my mouth and I sucked hard on him, making him groan. Tristan came to stand next to Bast, and I turned my head, gripping both of their cocks, alternating between the two as I licked and sucked at them.
Their groans of pleasure echoed in the hall, mixing with the rustling of bodies, the sound of skin against skin. I was on fire, my body shuddering under the onslaught of pleasure. Nate”s tongue drove into me relentlessly, his fingers digging into my hips as he rocked me back and forth, making me ride his face as he drove me higher.
“Such a dirty whore,” said Bast, smiling down at me as my lips wrapped around him. “Greedy little queen, do you want more of our cocks, my love?”
I nodded, bobbing my head down to take him deeper into my mouth.
“Come for us, and then we’ll fuck you right here,” he promised.
I moaned, as Nate wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking hard and flicking his tongue over me, driving me over the edge. I cried out, grinding down against him as the orgasm tore through me, but he pushed me backwards, his hands like iron on my hips and he slammed me down onto his hard cock so hard that my fading climax exploded, sending another crashing through my body instantly.
“Fuck,” I screamed, falling forward as I trembled, my hands pressing down on Nate’s broad chest. He grabbed my hair with one hand, bringing me down further for a bruising kiss that had me gasping. His hand wrapped around my throat, holding me still on top of him, and I tried to move against him, but he shook his head.
“Hold on, baby. Just relax.” I frowned, wondering what he meant, until I felt the head of another cock pushing against my pussy, sliding slowly in next to Nate. An unexpected thrill rushed through me as they pushed forward, slow but relentless, until he was buried deep inside me. I moaned, my nails digging into Nate’s chest as I dug them deep into his skin. His cock jerked inside me as Tristan slid deep into my pussy. I trembled underneath them, rocking my hips as I stretched around them, but Nate held me still, one hand tight on my throat, the other on my hip.
“Not yet, baby girl,” he said with a wicked grin and a dark glint in his eyes. “You wanted us all…”
“Then you”ll take us all,” Bast finished for him, his voice a low growl from behind me. I wanted to move, wanted to ride them hard and fast, but Nate”s gripping hands kept me still. Teasingly, torturously still as a third cock brushed against my thigh. My eyes widened, a choked gasp escaping me. It was impossible. There was no way. Slowly, Bast pushed forward and I felt myself stretch unimaginably as he joined Tristan and Nate inside me.
“Relax, baby,” whispered Nate as Bast sank into me a little at a time, and I heard Tristan groan.
“So fucking tight.”
A hard slap landed on my ass, and I gasped, the sting making me buck against them. A low chuckle filled my ear and then Bast”s hand was gripping my hip, holding me still as he pushed deeper inside me. My moans echoed in the hall, a wild, desperate sound that was matched by the groans of the men around me. It was too much and not enough all at once, a whirlpool of sensations that threatened to pull me under.
“Is this what you wanted?” Bast’s voice was smooth as silk against my ear. His lips brushed against my neck sending shivers down my spine. “All of us inside you?”
I nodded frantically, unable to form words under the onslaught of pleasure their cocks were imparting deep within me.
“More,” I pleaded. Bast let out a low, dark chuckle as he pushed in further, filling me to the brim with his length. I was on sensory overload, pleasure consuming me as I struggled to accommodate all three of them. The feeling of their thickness stretching me, their groans filling my ears and the intoxicating scent of sex, mixed with the smell of them drove me to new heights of arousal. It was intense to the point of pain – delicious, sweet agony that had my nerves crying out for more.
“Let’s give her what she asked for,” Nate growled from beneath me. Slowly they started to move inside me, each thrust deeper than the last as they set a tempo. Quick gasps and moans echoed in the silence of the room as they fucked me together. It was like an electric charge ran through us, arousal heightened to a fever pitch as we moved together in perfect rhythm. The rhythm was an exquisite torture that had me gasping for breath as I writhed between them.
“Oh fuck…” Tristan’s breathy groan echoed in my ear as he pushed deeper into my pussy alongside Nate, his movements becoming jagged and desperate.
“It’s okay,” Nate reassured him, his own voice strangled and thick with desire. “Fuck her…come in her…show them who she belongs to…”
“Look at our queen,” Tristan purred in my ear, his voice edged with desire. “So beautiful when she”s stuffed full of cock.”
“Greedy little cunt,” agreed Bast. “Taking us so well, like such a good girl.”
“Look at you,” Nate growled in my ear. “So full of us. Just where you belong.” His grip tightened around my throat, and I knew he was close. My vision swam and I focused on breathing. I didn”t want to pass out, I wanted to feel every moment of this.
I whimpered, the sensation of their thrusts increasing in intensity. Each movement was a devastating pleasure that stole my breath away. I tossed my head back, my body shuddering under the relentless assault of ecstasy.
“Say it,” Bast ordered. His words were firm, commanding, and sent another jolt of desire coursing through me. “Say you’re ours.”
“I’m yours!” I sobbed out.
“That’s right,” Bast growled, his grip tightening on my hip as he pushed deeper inside me. All around me, I could hear their ragged panting and grunts of pleasure. I could feel their bodies tremble with the effort to hold back their own impending climaxes. “Three cocks inside you and you”re taking it all. Our desperate little cunt, ours!” His words sent a thrill of excitement down my spine and I clenched around them, earning a collective groan from the men. Their bodies tensed beneath and behind me, their movements taking on an unsteady rhythm as they neared the edge.
“She’s so fucking tight,” Tristan moaned, his voice raspy with lust. He pushed in harder and faster, his actions in sync with Nate’s. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, driving our pleasure higher. “God, she feels so good…”
With each thrust, I felt their pleasure, their satisfaction. My body sang with my own climax that was fast approaching, building with each second they spent buried deep inside me. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut through, an electric charge that crackled between us as they pounded into me.
I was lost in a sea of raw lust, surrounded by the eroticism of their harsh words and the feeling of them all inside me. My climax came suddenly, like a tidal wave washing over me. I screamed into Nate”s chest as I convulsed around their cocks.
Tristan’s hand found mine, fingers entwining as he gripped me tight.
“Fuck… Fuck…” He whispered, his voice uneven as he neared his climax. I could feel him throbbing inside me, setting off a chain reaction that had Bast and Nate pushing deeper into my pussy. A raw, primal scream tore from my lips as my climax didn’t fade, but seemed to continue on, flooding my body with waves of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely.
Underneath me, Nate growled, his hands gripping my hips painfully tight. With a sudden jerk of his hips, he thrust up into me causing me to gasp out in surprised pleasure. At the same time, Bast began to move faster behind me, his breath coming out in ragged pants against the back of my neck.
Nate’s grip on my hips tightened impossibly more and with a last powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. I could feel him pulsating within me as he emptied himself, filling my depths with his heat.
“Oh fuck… Nate…” I whimpered.
“Shit!” Tristan’s cry echoed through the room just moments later as he followed suit, his entire body shaking violently beneath mine.
“Fuck…” Bast groaned from behind me as he quickened his pace. His hands were clutching at my hips as he drove into me relentlessly, his rhythm matching the beating of my own heart. He was a wild beast, consuming me in his fiery passion. Lost in his own world of pleasure, he fucked me with a fervor that left me breathless.
“Fuck, Paige...I”m...” he gasped out, words failing him as he succumbed to the intoxicating rush of climax.
I felt him grow impossibly harder inside me, his girth stretching me deliciously as he buried himself to the hilt. And then, with one final thrust, Bast let out a guttural groan that echoed through the room, his body shuddering violently as he found his release.
And then suddenly, it was over. The room fell into a background lull as the Reapers feasted and fucked below us, our own display soon forgotten as they pursued their own pleasure. Gradually, my men slid out from under me, their bodies collapsing on either side in exhausted pleasure.
I lay there sprawled between them, a mess of spent desire and satisfaction. My limbs felt like jelly and my body thrummed with aftershocks of euphoria.
“You were fucking amazing,” Nate whispered hoarsely against my ear, drawing me back from my post-orgasmic stupor.
A low chuckle rumbled in Tristan’s throat as he lazily stroked my arm. “She always is,” he murmured.
Bast merely grunted in agreement, pulling me closer against him. His hand moved lazily over my body, tracing the curves and lines. His touch was an odd mix of possessive and soothing, a testament to our strange relationship. I let out a sigh of contentment as I nestled further into his chest and closed my eyes, listening to the beat of his heart. One of three hearts that beat for me. My dark Knights. Forever.