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Despite the situation, despite being on display for everyone else's entertainment - in that moment... I felt control like I'd never felt before. It was an intoxicating feeling - a rush that made me feel alive in ways I'd never experienced before.

“Well done,” Bast said, tucking himself away and zipping up his trousers. "Now, it's Nate's turn."

Chapter Thirty Four

PAIGE

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.”

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