Chapter 11
Throughout the centuries of the Wild Hunt, we’ve never dined with anyone other than each other. We never allowed ourselves the gift of company while we waited for our little doe. Now the time has finally come, and it will be a feast we shall never forget.
While Death was with Imogen, we hunted. And now the long marble table in the great hall is covered in succulent meats, brightly colored fruits, nuts, and edible foliage. Famine filled jugs of mead from our cellar while War made crown wreaths from wildflowers, freshly picked from our garden.
The decay is slowly starting to fade. Her presence brings light and growth. It marks the end of the winter solstice. The end of endings and the promise of spring. She will grow to love this place as we do. I knew from the first second I caught her scent in the woods that she was ours.
Whimpers pull our attention to the door. In walks Death with Imogen at his feet. It stirs an ache in my chest. She’s an angelic sight, glistening with sweat, her pale-blonde hair swishes around her shoulders as she crawls.
The three of us rise from our chairs to greet them. “There’s a fire in the hearth. Remove that cloak.”
He pulls her to her feet. “You heard Conquest. Disrobe and take a seat here.” He pulls out a high-back chair at the head of the table.
Her fear returns as she surveys the room. We tower over the table with hungry gazes and insatiable thirsts. Famine growls, soft and low, but it’s building in his chest. We must hold back, or we’ll tear her apart.
Imogen blows out a deep breath, unbuttons her cloak, and lets it slip to the floor. “May I have something else to wear, please?”
War stalks toward her with the flower crown. “You may wear this.” She closes her eyes as he places it on her head. He runs his palms across her chest and cups her breasts. “Our lovely little forest queen.”
My cock twitches. I want to touch and watch and ruin her until she’s panting at my feet begging for more.
Death takes a seat next to her while Famine sets a large cup of mead in front of her. I’m mesmerized by the way she sits so quietly, so still. Even as her nipples harden and turn a dark shade of red.
I set a plate of meat and fruit in front of her before returning to my seat at the other end of the long table. “Eat slowly lest you make yourself sick.”
She moans when the juicy meat hits her tongue. The four of us watch in silence, in awe, as she devours her food. The noises that come from her are animalistic, disturbing, and so arousing that I have to grip the table to stay in my seat.
By the looks of all the white knuckles, I am not alone in this torment. I want to consume and defile her in every way.
She takes a big gulp of the mead to wash it all down. It drips down her chin as she guzzles. Death yanks her chin toward him. “Let’s have a taste.” He drags the length of his tongue across her jaw, lapping up the spilled mead.
Famine palms his cock through his pants. “She’s had enough to eat. Now it’s my turn.”
The rest of us nod in agreement. But he doesn’t need our permission to take what he wants.
He slaps his thigh. “Come sit. Now.”
Her legs tremble as she walks to him. The room seems to fill with electricity. With anticipation. As soon as she reaches him, he pulls her down to his lap.
He lifts her thigh, spreading her open so we all have a view of her glistening pussy. “Have you ever played with yourself before?”
Her cheeks turn bright red. “I don’t understand.”
War chuckles. “When you’re alone in your bed, have you touched yourself?”
Her throat bobs as she swallows. She lowers her gaze to the table, fixating on the plate. “I… Yes.”
Famine rubs his thumbs against her nipples. “Show us.”
She shakes her head. “No… that is private.”
Death leaps from his chair and barrels over to them. He pinches her chin. “You don’t get privacy anymore. We are your lords. Your keepers. If Famine or any of us tells you to do something, you do it.”
War reaches over to pet her head. “Or I can bend you over my knee and give you a hard spanking.”
Her breath hitches. “Fine,” she grits out.
Death releases her and returns to his chair. “Continue.”
My cock swells as I watch her slide her fingers down her entrance. Famine peers over her shoulder, licking his lips. He caresses her belly as she moans. “Slide two fingers in for me, little doe.”
The sound of her juices slopping against her flesh drives me to the brink of madness. I cannot take my eyes off her delicate fingers thrusting in and out. I rise, only to kneel at their feet. Famine gives me a wink as he presses her thighs back, giving me better access.
“Spread your cunt open for me,” I command.
She whines but does as she’s told. Although, I guarantee a part of her wants to feel the sting of War’s hand on her bare ass. And I would like to watch that as well. But right now I’m salivating for a taste of her sweet pussy.
I thrust my tongue inside her warm cavity and let out a deep, primal call that rattles my own bones. Gods, she tastes how I remember, like the sweetest sin. The blood in my cock pumps hard, the urge to lose myself inside her threatening to drive me mad.
I lock eyes with Famine as he tears off a piece of meat from a boar’s leg. We feast together while War and Death watch on.
I flick against her most tender spot and delight as she bucks. Her moans deepen as I lap at her juices and knead my tongue against her flesh.
Famine presses the boar leg to her mouth. “Eat with us, little doe. Show us how ravenous you are.”
She blushes as she tears a piece of meat between her teeth. “Such an obedient little peasant girl. If your village could see you now.” He laughs as she rolls her hips while devouring the meat.
I stand and release my cock from my pants. I smack the boar leg away from her, yank her down, and thrust myself in her mouth. The pressure builds like a volcano preparing to erupt.
“Use your teeth,” Death commands her. “He likes that.”
I draw in a deep breath as she scrapes her canines across my shaft. “Fuck… That’s it. Don’t be gentle. Make it hurt.”
Her eyes light up as she nibbles at my ridges.
I grab the back of Famine’s chair, straddling both of them. I thrust deeper until I feel the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. “Mmm, yes, choke on me.”
Tears stream down her cheeks as her throat convulses. I unleash my cum into her mouth, pleased with how she swallows, consumed by her own thirst. I caress her lips as they stay pursed around my cock.
Famine squeezes her neck before she can swallow anymore. “Save some for me.”
I pull out just as he yanks her chin back. He plunges his tongue inside her mouth and moans as my cum dances between their tongues.
War strokes my shaft, coaxing the rest of my arousal into his palm. He smears it across her breasts. “Such a naughty little virgin.”
“And ravenous,” Death rasps. He stalks back over and licks my cum off her nipple, his lip quivering. “By the end of the night, there won’t be a single inch of you that doesn’t belong to us.” He pulls her lower lip down. “No hole that we haven’t claimed.”
Famine wraps his arms around her middle and chuckles in her ear. “I think our little virgin likes the sound of that. Don’t you? Tell us how you are ours to ruin.”
Her chest heaves as she pants for air. “I didn’t ask for this. You gave me no choice.”
Death rests his hand between her sticky breasts. “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, sweet Imogen. You asked for this a long time ago…”
War pulls on her strands, forcing her head back against Famine’s shoulder. “The scent of your arousal permeated through the trees. The wind carried it to us like an offering. The sinful beast inside you made a very distinct choice even as your lips drip with protests.”
She breathes heavy, the resolve in her eyes fading as she comes to terms with her own desires. “You speak as if you know me. As if we’ve done this before.”
If I close my eyes, I can still smell the sandalwood… still hear the ancient cries of gods and monsters over drums that beat louder than my chest. “Shh, little doe. Soon you’ll be able to hear it too.”