Chapter 10 #2
Reaching both hands into the cage, he grabs my hips and hauls me back until my front half is still through the door, but my ass and legs aren’t contained anymore.
I have to brace myself on my hands so my face doesn’t smash down onto the metal floor.
He catches the bone as my tight hole tries to force it back out.
“You take it so well,” he praises.
My pussy drips at the compliment. Or maybe it’s the butter. I’m going to say it’s the butter and not me enjoying the way he seems to worship me.
Brellan fucks me with it for a few minutes longer until I’m rocking back onto the bone with a moan every time he tries to pull it out of me. I wiggle my hips back when he yanks it free, but then I hear it clatter to the floor.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch him fist his cock, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration. He leans over, his chest twice as wide as me, to swipe his fingers through the remaining butter. My gaze is transfixed on the shining length as he coats it in our makeshift lube.
I’m not sure I can take that.
His thick length might break me. I’ve never taken a cock before—let alone in my ass. Maybe it’s a good thing I had the bone as prep, but it still won’t be the same.
The bone was a thick head and thin shaft. Brellan’s cock is thick all the way down. And he might rearrange my guts if he tries to fit the entire length inside me.
He presses his tip against my hole, but I’m tense, panic starting to crowd out the desire I was feeling before. There’s enough resistance that a burning sensation builds, tears beading at the corners of my eyes.
One hand still holding his cock against my hole, Brellan grabs my hair with his other. He pulls my torso from the cage, lifting me upright until my cheek presses against the cold bars. His chest is close enough to my back that I feel his heat, a stark contrast to the cage.
“Relax, my queen,” he whispers. “You can handle me in whichever hole I want to claim, even this one. Bear down.”
I’m not as confident as he is, but I listen to his instruction. I push out, and his cock is able to breach my hole. The feeling of him spearing me is uncomfortable, but not painful, and he pauses before he fills me with his entire length.
He leans down and groans against my shoulder, his sharp canines grazing my skin. I tremble against him, and I know this was supposed to be against my will—a choice I had to make to get a chance at winning—but it doesn’t feel like that anymore.
With him pressed against me, I want him deeper. I want him to show me what it’s like to be fucked for the first time, even though I never thought I would lose my anal virginity first.
Sliding my hand down my stomach, I settle my fingers between my thighs.
Brellan jerks his cock deeper. “You want all of me, don’t you?”
I whine, but don’t admit it.
His hand untangles from my messy hair, sliding until his thick fingers band around my throat. “Say it. Tell me how you want me to split you open and make sure you’re well pleasured before our king gets his hands on you.”
“Your king won’t get his hands on me,” I deny.
Brellan squeezes and that familiar heady feeling takes me over.
It’s embarrassing how much I enjoy it when the demons tease me with death, cutting off my air flow until I give them what they want.
It’s worse that they all know I like it—I can’t stop myself from responding.
My ass is frantically tightening on his length, my fingers moving faster on my clit.
“You’re our queen,” he says. “There’s no way to escape him, and I don’t think you want to. You want him to claim your cunt and worship you like the rest of us have. You know you’re meant for grander things than this broken human realm.”
Worship.
It didn’t feel like that’s what they were doing at first, but it’s all falling into place. They’re making me come like they’re made to serve, showing me what it would be like as the one they bow to.
My voice is a choked whisper. “I just want to be free.”
“There’s nothing freer than being queen.”
I want to claim he’s wrong, but I can’t be certain. I’ve never tried being queen before—all I know is that being a baron’s captive left a lot to be desired. And being Nova Hensley, outcast from a broken, abusive home, isn’t how I want to live either.
What I need is a change.
Could this be the best change I can get?
Turning my head to look back at him, I only see sincerity and devotion in his slitted blue eyes. He believes what he’s saying is true.
“I don’t know if I want to be queen,” I say. “But I do want you to fill me with your cock and show me how it’ll feel if I am.”
His grip on my throat loosens to nothing more than a gentle caress, his other hand holding my hip. I clutch the bars of the cage as I touch myself, the cold metal working to keep me grounded in a moment that’s threatening to be all heat and bliss.
“As you wish,” Brellan says.
I cry out as his cock presses deeper and deeper, until it’s gone so far I’m sure it’s not going to fit. The stretching sensation is straddling a hazy line between pleasure and pain, and I work my clit to keep it on the right side.
“Almost there.”
It feels like he slides another three whole inches in me before his hips rest against my ass, my body pulsating as it gets used to having his entire cock.
He gives me a second to adjust, then pulls his length halfway out and slams back in. My eyes roll back in my head, and I let out a cry that barely sounds human. I’m so full, and the thrumming need coursing through me somehow still wants more.
“I won’t last, my queen.” Brellan’s voice is tight. “Tell me when you’re close.”
I might be close already, I don’t know. It’s impossible to tell right from left or up from down, but I give him a shaky nod because there’s one thing that’s obvious.
Coming isn’t going to be a problem.
He holds me close as he speeds up his thrusts until he’s slamming into me. He keeps my head from banging against the bars of the cage by his hand around my throat, his grip flexing and releasing at random.
My thighs are dripping with melted butter and my own juices, making a slippery mess beneath us. I hear every breath he takes, short and sharp, and feel the pulsing of his cock inside my tight channel.
I’m not sure what triggers my orgasm—the way he roughly pounds my ass, how my fingers tease my sex, or the simple heat of his body against mine and his sweat dripping onto my back. Likely some combination of everything.
All I know is that its intensity is something I’ve never fucking experienced.
“Coming!” I choke out a cry.
Brellan’s cock jerks inside me, my shout acting like a command to him. My ass tightens as he fills me with cum, keeping him seated deep. I tremble, thighs shaking, and slump against the cage so I don’t collapse.
He leans against the bird cage too, blanketing me with his heavy chest. The mood shifts from frantic need to calm aftermath, and my body protests against the thought of continuing to move. I yawn widely.
Chuckling, Brellan shifts back so his cock slips from me. I feel a gush of cum leaving my hole and dripping down my inner thighs, joining the rest of the mess. I’m in desperate need of a bath.
“It’s not dawn yet, my queen,” he says. “The hunt continues.”
His hands caress my bare skin as he moves away, standing and stretching his arms overhead. I let him help me up, needing a minute to make sure I’m going to keep my feet. When I step toward my clothes, discarded on the workbench, he stops me.
“You don’t have the time. Your five minutes starts now.”
“Now?” I wrap my arms around my naked chest, clenching my thighs together as more butter and cum slides down them.
“We’re done with each other, aren’t we? It’s the king’s turn.” He grabs a small pocketknife from the workbench and holds it out to me. “Here’s the weapon I promised.”
I look at the weapon but don’t take it—I’m more likely to injure myself right now with my oily hands.
He’s not even giving me a minute to breathe. Does that mean it’s close to dawn?
“The king has to catch me before it’s his turn,” I mutter.
Brellan smirks as I rush to the door, my feet slipping in the butter. “That’ll be his pleasure.”