Page 75 of Deadmen's Queen

“You're so responsive,” he murmured, fingering me harder, his lips moving over my clit. “Is this what you need, Persephone? To be used like this? To be hunted, and pinned down by me?”

I nodded, whimpering under him.

“Such a bad little girl,” he muttered, nipping along the inside of my thigh with his teeth. His hand was relentless, fingers pumping in and out of me as my body tightened around him.

“Bast,” I moaned, desperately trying to push myself onto his fingers. He chuckled darkly and relented, thrusting his fingers into me faster and faster until I was crying out beneath him. My hands dug into the fallen leaves underneath us as I moved against him, chasing the climax that was slowly building within me.

His mouth moved up, capturing my clit between his lips as he flicked his tongue over it rapidly. The sudden sensation had me bucking underneath him, another wave of pleasure washing over me. I groaned, my head falling back against the ground as he continued to eat me out.

“F-fuck…” I gasped out, the tension ricocheting through me making it difficult to think or speak coherently. I felt like a puppet on strings, Bast pulling each one to make me dance for him. Unable to control myself, I writhed beneath him, my body reacting to his touch in ways that left me breathless.

“So wet for me, little slut being hunted by all these men turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!”

“Such a needy little cunt. You’ll take whatever I give you, won’t you?”

“Please, Bast, please…”

He sucked hard on my clit, pushing a third finger inside me. His fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot and I fell apart. The noises I was making were obscene but I couldn’t stop them. Pleasure ripped through me as his tongue lapped up my release, and he groaned.

“I love the taste of you,” He growled, his voice muffled by my flesh. “I can't get enough. I want to eat this pussy every damn day.”

“Bast,” I whimpered, collapsing back onto the ground as he finally pulled his head away. He knelt up between my legs, and slid his fingers out of me, licking them clean as he looked down at me, spent and gasping on the cold hard ground.

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice warm. “But now I’ve caught you, and now you have to pay the price of your escape, Persephone.”

He got to his feet, and helped me up. To my surprise, he slid his hands underneath me, lifting me in his arms as if I weighed nothing. Turning away from the ravine, he set off through the trees. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips and against his neck and he smiled down at me.

“You’re doing so well, Paige,” he said quietly. “This is the last trial, but I know you’ll make me proud. Just remember, this trial is about your complete submission to me.”

I nodded. “Where are we going?” I was tired, but my body was wired, and anticipation was building, running through my veins like the fizz of champagne.

“Not much further,” he said. “My Reapers steered you pretty well.”

I snuggled into his chest and closed my eyes, enjoying his warmth, until finally I felt him stop.

“Persephone has been found,” he said loudly, and there was a cheer. I opened my eyes and looked round, my heart jumping as I looked around the clearing.

Candles surrounded the space, throwing golden light up onto the surrounding trees making them look like columns. The Reapers stood in a circle, the candles lighting up their masks. A sea of skulls that all turned towards us as Bast moved into the circle. One stood head and shoulders above the others, and I knew it was Nate immediately, but I couldn’t pick Tristan out at all. Bast walked around the circle until they parted in front of a large tree. Bast set me gently on my feet, then cupped my face with his hands, his thumbs brushing over the filagree of my mask, and looked down at me.

“Persephone, you tried to run, and now you will be punished. Beg for my mercy, and I may be lenient.”

I bit my lip, looking up at him, remembering what he’d told me about submission. I stepped back, out of his hold and dropped to my knees in front of him, bowing my head.

“I beg for your mercy, Hades, Lord of the Underworld. I offer my complete surrender and submission to you.”

“I accept your surrender, Persephone. Now demonstrate your submission. Rise.”

I did, keeping my head bowed. My heart raced as he paused for effect.

“Turn and face the Reapers.”

I did, lifting my head as I stared at the masked men surrounding me. Bast stepped up behind me, and in one move, tore my dress down the front, letting the silky white fabric flutter softly to the ground. The Reapers roared with approval as I stood naked before them, exposed and vulnerable. I could feel their eyes burning into my skin as they drank in every inch of my body.

“Persephone,” said Bast from behind me. “Turn and place your hands on the tree above your head.”

I took a deep breath and slowly turned around to face him. With shaking hands, I reached up, setting my palms together against the rough trunk. The Reapers were silent now as they waited for what would come next.

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