Page 115 of Deadmen's Queen

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.

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