1. - #2
I must have yanked my head upwards far enough for Talon to notice, because he coaxes my head back to where it was originally. “Don't pay attention to them,” he says as he secures my gaze back onto him. “They're not important. I am.”
Recentering my face, he leans over me and takes a bloody nipple into his mouth, sucking inward so hard, it expels with a pop. I gasp at the sharp pain, glancing at the swollen nipple as it begins to turn a deep purple shade.
I whimper, because I know better than to complain.
Talon removes my legs from his shoulders and widens them, breaching me deeper than before. I feel the pressure stacking behind my cervix, vision fading with white polka dots. But right before I topple over the edge, Talon retreats, sending my orgasm back into the abyss.
I bite back a complaint.
Before I could register reality, Talon pushes his arms underneath me and flips me over onto my stomach. My muscles are putty, and I lay there like a limp doll, accepting whatever we were about to do next.
Talon's presence leaves my side, but he quickly returns. I lift my head to observe, but he's behind me and I can't see him very well.
He has something in his hands, though.
A shriek exits my mouth as I feel a thumb insert my anus. I cry against the fabric pillow, struggling against the intrusion.
It burns, and not in a good way.
He pulls his thumb out. I hear him spit on his hand, then he re-enters. Wetness seeps from both my asshole and my pussy.
“No-” I cry softly into the pillow, clenching my fists.
“Relax, Cerys,” he orders, moving his thumb around my asshole. I cry out from pain, dragging my nails down the exposed edge of the table.
“Relax, or this buttplug is going to hurt a lot more than if you had relaxed,” he adds, and my head whips around.
“Buttplug?” I question him as fear eats my words. That's a new one.
He doesn't answer. He takes a giant spit wad and smears it all over a silver buttplug. I can hardly make it out, but his hand is wrapped around a cross at the smooth end of it, acting as the handle.
“Breathe in,” he instructs. No one makes a sound. I do as I'm told. The plug bites my flesh, beginning to stretch me, radiating fire around the hole. I scream into the pillow, banging my fists into the table.
“Stop..” I sob, tears threatening to spill. I flinch and writhe, but he holds me still.
I can take it….I can take it…I can do this.
“Breathe out,” he orders, sliding it in until the cross is properly seated.
Desperate gasps wreck me, but I am not given much time to recover until he rams inside my pussy, causing me to almost eject off of the table.
To prevent me from going anywhere, he wraps his arms around my waist and drags me as close as possible, vigorously continuing his ruthless assault on my mind and body.
My asshole stings, mixing pain and pleasure together into one tight, indescribable sensation.
Talon buries his hand in my hair and grabs a fistful, using me as leverage to steadily pull out and slam back in again.
As he exits, the ridges of his cock hit each bundle of nerves, sending a shockwave of delectation through me and out of my mouth.
I hear him chuckle.
“Scream, Ceyrs,” Talon's husky voice demands. His free hand dips down to flick my clit. “Let everyone know how much you love being fucked publicly by your mate.”
His hand collides with my ass, adding another shriek to the mix of unattractive noises I have made tonight.
The members don't seem to mind, though. I raise my head enough to look around, watching a sea of hands stroking their cocks to this display of filth, announcing their pleasure on top of it. It's an endless wave of slapping sounds and unintelligible clamor.
I'm too lost in what's happening to care, drowning in the overwhelming feeling of lust.
And the burning in my ass is enveloping my mind. I feel like I'm about to give birth to an egg.
Talon summons my attention back on him by yanking the wad of hair in his grip backwards, bending me a spring. He draws me closer to him, his thighs slapping against my ass cheeks in a resounding clap. A tremulous sigh bubbles from my chest, threatening to break me wide open.
Talon's grip on my hair tightens. My eyebrows knit as I whimper cry through the sensations pelting me. The softer I sound, the harder he grips and the faster he pounds my pussy. My asshole pulses in time with his dick entering me.
Pressure builds in my stomach. The overwhelming feeling has nowhere to escape but out of my mouth, and Talon responds by yanking my neck back even farther.
“Gods, those cries of pain and pleasure drive me crazy. You're such a good slut for me,” Talon praises, breathing uneven and harsh.
My cheeks flush, but through my moans, I notice that a shadow has stepped in front of me. Talon releases his grip on me, sending my neck and back to their original resting position. I don't have time to recover as my vision is swallowed by a penis and hairy balls.
Taken aback, I glance up at a pair of glassy, black holes. The mask swallows the member's face, only revealing his thin, pale lips and his soulless eyes. Wordlessly, his hand takes a fistful of my hair and shoves his cock in my face, rubbing it against my lips.
“Open,” the member orders. Through a particularly brutal pound, my mouth instinctively follows through, and his cock invades the cavity. Using my hair, he guides himself in and out.
My teeth scrape against his ugly cock. He had better thank me for resisting the urge to bite the thing clean off.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Keep fucking her hard, Tal. The vibrations from her throat feel amazing.”
Hearing that, I try to resist making noises, but I can't swallow them down. This dude can go fuck himself for all I care.
My mind swims. My body is on fire, and there's too much happening at once. I have to remind myself to breathe.
Quivers disrupt the rhythm of sucking my fellow member's penis, and I scream around his cock as I cum, stilling. As I cum, Talon fucks me through it, noticing an electric warmth fill me inside. He stills, cock pulsing.
My heart speeds as my limbs go limp, and Talon retreats.
“Keep sucking,” the member barks through my daze and exhaustion, moving his hips.
I raise myself on my elbows and secure the cock in my hand, licking and running my tongue over the tip.
My tongue scrapes up the beads of pre cum.
My hand pumps, and the member's hands bury themselves in my hair.
“Fuck, fuck,” he moans as he fucks my face.
A wad of Talon's cum leaks out of me onto the bloody bed roll.
“Can I fuck her, Tal? Can I? I bet her pussy feels so good.” His eyes are almost completely white, mouth agape. His words send a repulsed shiver through me. I'm fine with Talon, but anyone else is just asking too much.
“Maybe later,” Talon responds unenthusiastically. “We need to give the ritual time to work, Ven.”
Ven? This is how I'm introduced to Ven? With his cock in my mouth? And I certainly don't want to fuck him.
“Cerys is such a good girl,” Ven adds, holding my head still and fucking it until ribbons of cum stream down my throat. I gag around his cock, but Ven shoots me a deathly glance.
As the swell of cum is swallowed, I shoot Ven the same lethal glance. Maybe I can convince Deemer to use him as a sacrifice for a ritual. That way, I can play with his dead body. His eyes would look much better in a jar with my crafting supplies.
His dick softens inside of my mouth for a moment before exiting and falling back into the circle of members.
My body is sticky, sweaty, and I feel disgusting. I need a bleach shower, and I need to rinse my mouth out with it, too. I sit up, glancing around as I aggressively run my hands through my caked, blonde hair. Flakes of Talon's blood fall like leaves around me.
Deemer walks up to the table and clears his throat.
“Thank you, Children of Banity, for bearing witness to life being conceived this day.
With the blessing of our fallen god, J?rmungandr, I'm sure we have succeeded. This ritual is adjourned, you may go back to whatever it was you were doing previously. Those whose job it is to reach the topside for food and supplies, please do so now.”
Without a single complaint, the crowd files out of the ceremony hall.
Talon slides into his ceremonial robes, and extends his hand to me as I remain on the stone slab.
“Come on, let's get all of that blood and cum off of you.” I accept it, thankful that the whole ordeal is finally over…
..and glad that I can remove the uncomfortable intrusion in my ass.