Page 81 of Deadmen's Captive

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.

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