Chapter Thirty Four
My eyes widened in shock as I looked up at Bast, before flicking across to Nate, who sat there, eyes fixed on me, his expression blank.
“I…”
“Now, Persephone,” Bast said in a tone that made me shiver. “Crawl to him.”
I backed away, and did as he said, crawling across the floor, with the cushion in one hand. My face flamed with the shame of it as the crowd jeered again. I felt a multitude of eyes on my bare ass as I crawled towards Nate, their leering gazes making me feel hot and exposed.
Nate”s eyes hardened as I approached, his jaw set in a tight line. I hesitated there on my knees before him, afraid of what he might do, or say. He reached down, undoing his trousers and pulling out his cock. The chatter behind us grew louder and I realised why. Nate was fucking huge. I’d thought Bast was big, but I eyed the cock in front of me with trepidation bordering on fear.
“Fuck, he’s going to destroy her,” I heard one man mutter.
“I would pay to watch him fuck her,” another said. “She’s so small he’d split her in half.”
My eyes flicked up to Nates, and I saw a flicker of something in them. He seemed unsure for a moment, and I realised he was feeling self-conscious. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for him, my cheeks flushing with how public our actions were. It took both hands to take his cock, and an approving murmur echoed through the room as my fingers wrapped around him. His breath hitched audibly and he leaned back in his chair.
It was easier this time, knowing what to expect. I lowered my head, leaning forward, baring my pussy to the crowd once again as my tongue circled the head of Nate”s cock.
He groaned, his head falling back as I began to work him over. It was different than with Bast – his cock was thicker, the texture different under my tongue. I heard murmurs of approval from the crowd, the men watching me with a mixture of lust and envy.
“Take him deeper.” Bast’s voice echoed from behind me, his words a command I dared not disobey. I struggled to comply, taking in as much of Nate as I could handle before gagging.
“That’s it,” Bast murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. “Deeper, Persephone. Nate wants to hear you choke on his cock.”
My eyes were on Nate”s face, and at Bast’s words, there was no change in his expression, but I felt his cock grow even harder in my mouth. I realised Bast was right. I took a breath, sliding further down over him, trying to fight the urge to pull away when I gagged. Nate”s hand came up to slide into my hair, as Bast’s had done, gripping my hair, tightening till it was painful. I whimpered and Nate’s cock jerked in my mouth. I choked as it slid deeper.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Oh fuck.”
“Go on, Nate,” said Bast. “She can take it.”
Nate began to force my head further down, sliding his cock into my throat. I moaned as my jaw ached around his size, gagging, and shoved against his thighs. He pulled back and I gasped, but barely managed to take any air in before he thrust hard into my mouth. He pulled back and did it again, sliding deeper. I pulled at his hands, but he was so fucking strong.
“Fuck her mouth, Nate,” said Bast. “She’s a dirty little whore and she loves this. Her pussy is dripping for you.”
I choked out a whimper as Nate pushed harder, forcing himself deeper into my throat. Each thrust was met with a cheer from the crowd, each encouraging him to go harder, faster. I was struggling to keep up, my vision blurring as I fought back the urge to gag.
But I couldn”t stop. I wouldn”t stop. Because even though every inch of me screamed in protest, another part of me - a darker, more primal part - hungered for it.
The crowd seemed to sense my determination and their cheers grew louder, their excitement fueling my own. I fed off their energy, off their lust and desire. It powered me through the pain, through the discomfort.
With a brutal push, Nate started to pound his cock in and out of my mouth, each thrust making me gag. I clung to his legs, the overwhelming sensation of being filled entirely too much to bear.
“Oh...fuck....” Nate”s voice echoed through the room, adding to the chorus of lewd comments. His fingers tightened on my head, forcing me down onto him with each drive of his hips. He was relentless, just like Bast had been.
“You like that? You like being choked on my cock?” His words were barely a growl, primal and rough as he thrust harder into my mouth. I mewled around him, the sound warped into a choked gasp as he slammed deeper into my throat.
I pressed my legs together, trying to get some friction against the deep ache in my pussy. Everyone could see what I was doing, but I didn’t care. I had lost any inhibitions, overwhelmed by the need inside me.
“Such a desperate, needy little whore,” growled Bast, and I gasped as I felt him stroke over my pussy lips, barely touching me.
“Oh, Nate, she loves this. She’s so fucking wet.”
Nate growled, raw and animalistic as he pounded into my mouth. ”Fuck...that”s it.” He started to jerk, his thrusts becoming erratic. I knew he was close. My eyes flicked up to meet his, finding them slitted with pleasure. Nate reached down, his large hand wrapping around my throat, and squeezing tight. He looked down at me, something dark and dangerous in his eyes, and fear ran through me, as well as something darker.
“I’m going to fuck you up,” Nate growled, and heat rushed through me. I wasn”t sure whether it was a warning or a promise, but his words had me moaning as he thrust into my throat again.
The cheers and cat-calls from the crowd drove him on, their enthusiasm making him more aggressive. I gagged again, my eyes watering as I struggled to breathe. But amidst the humiliation, the roughness, there was an undeniable pull - a deep-seated desire that rose up within me, making my pussy throb in need. I wanted more. Despite the discomfort, the shame, I wanted more of this sexual high. They made me feel desired in a way nothing else could.
Nate was breathing hard now, his grip on my head tightening as he lost himself to the pleasure I was giving him. His thrusts were shaky, uneven.
”I”m gonna cum,” he warned roughly, his voice strained.
The crowd cheered loudly.
”Do it,” Bast commanded. ”Bury your cock deep down her throat.”
Nate complied eagerly, pushing me down onto his length one final time as he spilled himself into my mouth. I choked and spluttered around him as I swallowed what I could manage but some dribbled from my lips and fell down my chin, dripping onto my chest as he pulled out. I gasped for breath, but Nate dragged me up by my throat, crushing his mouth to mine.
His kiss was ruthless, demanding, as he licked away every trace of his cum from my mouth. I sat across his thigh, feeling the powerful muscles against my aching pussy, and I moved my hips over his leg, desperate for release. Bast hands settled on my shoulders, pulling me away, and I turned round, glaring at him, a primal response to being denied what I needed and he laughed.
“Look at her gentlemen,” Bast said, stepping back so the room could see me. “So desperate, so needy. But I’m sorry, Persephone. You still have one more DeathKnight left to serve before we’ll let you come.”
I looked round, seeing Tristan sitting there. He smiled at me. It wasn’t his normal warm smile, but something darker. I dropped to my knees, grabbing my cushion and crawling over to him before Bast even told me too.
“Such a good girl,”” I heard Bast say, and a warmth spread through my chest at his words. For someone who spent their life being told I was too chubby, too short, too dumb, and more, his words or praise had me glowing. I was becoming everything my mother had hated and I felt more beautiful and powerful than I ever had. Even on my knees sucking cock.
My jaw ached, and my lips felt numb, but as I slid my hands up Tristan”s thighs, I realised I needed this. I wanted his cock too, wanted to make him pant and squirm in his seat as I brought him to the edge.
Tristan’s eyes softened as I moved closer. He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling my head back to look into my eyes. “You don’t have to, Paige,” he said quietly, the lust in his eyes belying his words. But I did have to. I needed him just as much as he needed me.
A feral grin tugged at his lips as he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs wide in silent invitation. I could feel the eyes of the men around us, burning into my skin. I felt like a spectacle, but I was not ashamed. On the contrary, I was empowered by the raw lust in their eyes.
I moved between Tristan’s legs, my fingers trailing up his thighs. His breath hitched as I reached him, his cock glistening with a drop of precum of its tip. I swallowed hard, glancing up at Tristan whose eyes were already dark with anticipation. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he waited for me to make a move.
Leaning forward, I wrapped my lips around Tristan’s cock without another word, licking away the salty bead of moisture. His growl of pleasure echoed around the room, spurring me on. As I bobbed my head up and down, taking him deeper with each thrust, Bast”s voice rang out over the crowd again.
“Look at her go,” he cheered. “Our little Persephone can’t get enough.”
My cheeks burned at his crude words, but I didn’t stop. Encouraged by the applause and whistles from the crowd, I continued to please Tristan while everyone watched in fascination.
Tristan moaned above me, fingers gripping tightly onto my hair as I swirled my tongue around his throbbing length. The taste of him was heady and intoxicating, driving me further into my own haze of arousal. The ache between my legs was almost unbearable now, a relentless pulse that demanded release.
I was lost in the sensation of pleasing these men, of being used and watched and desired all at once. I could hear the unmistakeable sounds of fucking behind me.
The room filled with sinful noises again - lewd comments and encouraging words - which only fueled me further. Every cheer and every lewd comment drove me further, gratified me more than I cared to admit.
I lowered my mouth onto him and he gasped dramatically, a low growl resonating from deep within his chest. My tongue slid over him while my fingers caressed his balls.
”Fuck...” He breathed out, his fingers tangling in my hair to guide me further onto him. The force behind his thrusts was different too - less aggressive than Bast or Nate but no less potent.
“Oh Persephone, you look so fucking beautiful with my cock sliding between your lips,” he murmured, reaching down to caress my face. His touch was gentle, a strange contrast with the other two, and his words had my desire peaking once again.
“That”s it sunshine, take me deeper. God, you’re so good at that. So good at taking my cock…”
I blushed at his praise, but his voice was like a drug, pushing me further into the darkness that was quickly becoming my sanctuary. With a final push, I took all of him in, feeling the pressure of him at the back of my throat. His grip on my hair tightened, and I heard him gasp above me.
The room erupted in cheers and whistles, the men around us clapping and shouting their approval. I felt a strange sense of pride knowing that I was pleasing Tristan, but Bast”s earlier words lingered in the back of my mind. He”d said I wouldn”t be allowed to come until I”d served all three of them, and while I craved release, there was also an exciting thrill in the anticipation. His hands in my hair tightened as he rocked into my mouth. His pace quickened, his breaths turning into pants. The room around me blurred as I focused only on him.
“Oh beautiful girl, that’s it… take all of me. So good, such a beautiful goddess on her knees just for me…”
I froze for a moment as fingers trailed up the back of my thigh and dipped briefly between my legs. Bast, here to torture me some more. I tried to ignore his touch, but he was insistent, teasing me, dipping his fingers between my lips in a way that was driving me crazy.
”Look what an obedient little pet you”ve become,” he whispered darkly into my ear.
The combination of Bast’s touch and the dark satisfaction of pleasing another man sent a shudder through me. I couldn”t contain the whimper that slipped past my lips, even as I continued to suck Tristan. The taste of him, the touch of Bast behind me, and the sounds of pleasure around us stirred within me something wild and uncontrolled.
“Fuck, Persephone, I’m going to come. Take it all, baby… take it…fuck!”
With a final shudder and a strangled groan, he emptied himself in my mouth in thick spurts that I swallowed down without hesitation. Tristan collapsed back in his chair, panting as I pushed back against Bast’s hand as his finger circled my clit slowly.
“Good girl,” Bast said. “Now you have your reward. You’ve earned it.”
He pulled me to my feet, leading me back to his own throne. He sat down, and turned to face the crowd. “Now it’s your turn to watch them,” he said.
He guided me back, spreading my legs wide across his own, keeping them apart and baring me to the room. My face flushed as the men in front of me fixed their eyes between my legs. Bast slid his hands up to cup my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples through my dressed and I gasped. His lips grazed my neck, then brushed over my ear as he murmured to me.
“Watch them, sweet Persephone. Watch how much they desire you. How hard you make them. Can you see how many of them are rubbing their cocks under the table, just at the sight of your wet pussy?”
“Yes,” I moaned, pushing my hips forward, needing the release he’d kept from me. I was shameless, and I didn’t care.
His hand made its way down my abdomen, fingers brushing lightly against the soft curls at the junction of my thighs. He parted me with a teasing touch, sliding one digit along my slit and I whimpered in response, hips bucking into his hand. The crowd watched as I writhed on his lap, lost in ecstasy.
”That”s it,” he coaxed, adding another finger and rhythmically stroking my sensitive bud. My eyes rolled back as a moan escaped my lips. Bast chuckled darkly, the vibrations rolling from his chest to mine.
”Look at them, Persephone,” he murmured in my ear, his voice full of dark satisfaction. ”They want you, but you’re all mine.”
”Yes,” I breathed out, grinding down onto his fingers and begging for more. He obliged, thrusting them within me in a way that had me gripping onto his arm tightly.
”Such a greedy little thing,” he commented huskily, sending hot spikes of arousal shooting through me. I felt the coil within me tighten even further as he continued to finger me shamelessly.
The gasps and groans from the crowd grew louder, their eyes fixated on us.
I watched in complete surrender as the men ogled me, their faces flushed with desire, hands roaming over their own bodies. Bast”s hand moved faster now, fingers plunging in and out of me. His thumb found my sweet spot, sending bolts of pleasure radiating through me.
”Are you close?” He whispered in my ear.
”Yes,” I whimpered.
”Good... Don”t come until I tell you to.” His voice was firm and commanding - the voice of a man used to being obeyed.
I nodded, swallowing hard. The room was filled with cheers and hollers as Bast worked me expertly, his fingers pushing deeper inside me.
Bast”s other hand reached up to grip my hair again, pulling my head back so that he could whisper in my ear. ”Remember what I said, Persephone,” he hissed. ”Not until I tell you to.”
The combination of his words and his touch was too much for me to handle. My orgasm approached swiftly and dangerously close despite his orders.
”Please,” I begged hoarsely, the pressure building up inside of me.
”Not yet,” he denied sharply.
The tension within me coiled tighter with each passing second, each stroke of his fingers bringing me closer to the brink of ecstasy. Tears fell down my cheeks as I tried to avoid the inevitable. Bast’s movements became more determined, pressing harder, stroking faster until my entire body was trembling, on the brink of climax. My breath hitched as I felt the first waves begin to crash over me.
But just as quickly as it’d come, it was ripped away from me when Bast suddenly withdrew his fingers from inside of me. I whimpered in frustration, bucking my hips to meet the empty air where he’d been only moments before.
“Not yet,” Bast warned with a deadly whisper. His voice chilled me even as heat continued to pool between my legs. “You’re not done.”
My pleas fell on deaf ears as Bast continued to deny me my release. His touch was ruthless, relentless. He held me on the precipice, yet refused to let me fall into the sweet oblivion of ecstasy. The tension coiled within me threatened to explode, but I held back with sheer willpower, obeying his command.
The crowd watched us in rapt fascination, their lustful gazes almost tangible on my skin. A collective gasp echoed through the room as Bast”s fingers returned to my aching core, tracing circles around my throbbing clit.
I whimpered, desperate for release. The sensation of his fingers against my delicate flesh was too much. I bucked against him, desperate for more contact, for something, anything to push me over the edge. But he remained cruelly indifferent to my desperate pleas.
”Such a good little Persephone,” he murmured, his hot breath fanning over my neck. ”Look at them...every single one of them wishes they were in my place right now.”
The words hit me hard, fueling my desire even further. The thought of being on display like this, for everyone to see and envy was intoxicating.
Bast”s fingers continued their merciless assault and I felt myself beginning to lose control again. I whimpered and writhed under his touch, feeling dangerously close once again.
Suddenly he stopped his movements again and I cried out in frustration. My nails dug into his forearm as I tried to grind down onto his hand, but he kept me pinned tightly against him.
“Wait,” he commanded.
I swallowed hard, nodding as I gripped the armrests on either side of me for support. Bast continued to tease and play with me, bringing me to the edge only to pull away again. It was agonisingly sweet, and every denied orgasm only made me want it more.
The men in front of us watched intently, their panting breaths heavy in the air. Some had their hands under their tables, clearly pleasuring themselves at the sight of me writhing on Bast’s lap. The thought spurred me onwards. My body ached for release but I forced myself to keep it at bay, obeying Bast”s command.
“Tell them who you belong to,” Bast murmured against my earlobe, his fingers brushing over my sensitive bud once again.
“You,” I gasped. “I belong to you.”
“Good girl,” he said. “Now you can come.” He reached down, sliding his fingers into my wetness and pinching my clit hard. That was all it took. I screamed as the orgasm so long denied raged through me, my head falling back against his chest, his strong arms feeling like the only things that were keeping me tethered to the planet as stars exploded in my mind.
As my climax ripped through me, I clung to Bast, my body shuddering uncontrollably on his lap. He growled in satisfaction, his hand moving from my clit to my waist as he held me steady, allowing the waves of pleasure to crash over me.
”Such a good girl,” he breathed into my ear, his voice matching the dark satisfaction radiating off him.
The room around us erupted into cheers and whistles as I rode out my orgasm on Bast”s lap. The feeling of being watched only heightened my pleasure, the lewd comments and applause sending another thrill through me.
“One night, I’m going to fuck you in front of them all,” he growled into my ear. “First me, then Tristan, then Nate, and you’re going to come around all of our cocks. Do you hear me, Persephone?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my body still shaking from the climax.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes… Hades.”