Page 22 of Hunting Her
I can barely breathe, my nose stuffed up and my mouth and throat full of him. Spit drips down my chin and tears stream from my eyes, wetting my cheeks. I’m a mess as he groans and thrusts shallowly with me swallowing around him.
“Knew you could do it, little human,” he grunts, meeting my cloudy gaze. “Your holes are made for us.”
All of them.They’re going to use me up by the end of the night. There are still two others who plan to catch me. I don’t know how I’m going to handle more of this.
Izoran’s hand slides up my body from my core, holding my chin steady for his twin. He’s been playing with my nipples this whole time, pinching and caressing them. The handcuffs still bind my wrists, but he’s stopped holding me so tightly against him. I could probably fight to get Lorcan out of my throat, at least for a small break.
I’m just not sure if I want to.
I’ve gotten so far that I want to know what Lorcan sounds like when he comes. I want to earn my head start, even if it comes at the expense of my dignity.
So, I let them hold me still like a sex doll to be used, Lorcan fucking my throat to bring himself to the edge of release.
“Fuck, she’s good at taking it,” he hisses. “Gonna come.”
He doesn’t try to come while he’s in my throat—I think he knows that would end disastrously from my inexperience. Lorcan pulls out so his cock rests on my tongue, spilling the salty flavour of him as I rush to swallow.
He slides his wet length from my mouth before he’s done, letting the last drips of his release paint my lips and chin. My tongue darts out to lick it up without a thought, and he groans.
“Iz, I can’t believe you didn’t have her make you come. Look at those fucking lips—if I could, I’d taste myself on them.”
“I figure it’s worth the blue balls to wait until I can spill inside her pretty pussy.” Izoran gives a gentle slap to my core.
I blink up at Lorcan, then twist my head to peer at Iz. “Why—” I clear my sore throat. “Why can’t you? Not that I’m offering, but it’s not like you didn’t coerce me into this anyway.”
Izoran is still holding me close, his hands skimming my body like he’s relishing every second before he has to let me go. “There are rules, Fire,” he says. “This isn’t a free for all.”
“Tradition dictates the king has claim to two of his queen’s firsts on the Night of Nuvelia’s Reign. Her first kiss, and the first cock to fill her pussy,” Lorcan continues. “Everything else is fair game for the advisors who will be her consorts.”
I guess that make sense, to an extent. I’m assuming they want me to carry on a royal line—if demons even have babies the normal way. If I’m getting gang-banged by countless consorts, there’s no way to guarantee I’m having the king’s baby.
But is this first cock thing like… guaranteed pregnancy?
Nothing about the demon queen’s role makes much sense to me.
“So, I have three consorts, then?” I ask. “You two and Brellan?”
“And however many others you choose from the dukes in the Underworld. Damek just didn’t want to overwhelm you with all the options, so he kept it to just us for the claiming ritual. We’re the ones who travel with him most often.”
It sounds like there are a hell of a lot more demons waiting in the Underworld who think they have some sort of claim to me. All the more reason to fight to win tonight.
I will not be their queen.
“If Damek manages to bring me down to the Underworld at all, which he won’t,” I say with feigned confidence.
Izoran and Lorcan share matching smirks, but they don’t refute me. Iz snaps the handcuffs off my wrists, and I rub at the reddened skin. Then, I wipe the back of my hand across my face, cleaning up some of the mess Lorcan left behind.
They help me stand on shaky legs. As the sweat dries on my body, the cold bites, and I step back over to my clothes.
I grab my underwear, intending to put them back on first, but they’re snatched from my hand. I turn to a grinning Izoran shoving them into the pocket of his pants. “I didn’t get to come, so I think I deserve a little memento,” he quips.
There’s no energy left in me to argue with him. I only sigh and put on my remaining clothes, pulling on the thick coat last. My fingers and toes are freezing, but I’ll get blood pumping to them again soon.
“You’re going to honour the head start?” I ask.
“We’re all men of honour, little human,” Lorcan says. “Your time starts now. Good luck trying to hide from Brellan. You’ll need it.”
I don’t know what he means or why that sounds like a threat, but I don’t have time to ask. The clock is officially counting down, so there’s only one thing I can do.
