Page 30 of Hunting Her
My pussy drips at the compliment. Or maybe it’s the butter. I’m going to say it’s the butter and not me enjoying the way he seems to worship me.
Brellan fucks me with it for a few minutes longer until I’m rocking back onto the bone with a moan every time he tries to pull it out of me. I wiggle my hips back when he yanks it free, but then I hear it clatter to the floor.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch him fist his cock, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration. He leans over, his chest twice as wide as me, to swipe his fingers through the remaining butter. My gaze is transfixed on the shining length as he coats it in our makeshift lube.
I’m not sure I can take that.
His thick length might break me. I’ve never taken a cock before—let alone in my ass. Maybe it’s a good thing I had the bone as prep, but it still won’t be the same.
The bone was a thick head and thin shaft. Brellan’s cock is thick all the way down. And he might rearrange my guts if he tries to fit the entire length inside me.
He presses his tip against my hole, but I’m tense, panic starting to crowd out the desire I was feeling before. There’s enough resistance that a burning sensation builds, tears beading at the corners of my eyes.
One hand still holding his cock against my hole, Brellan grabs my hair with his other. He pulls my torso from the cage, lifting me upright until my cheek presses against the cold bars. His chest is close enough to my back that I feel his heat, a stark contrast to the cage.
“Relax, my queen,” he whispers. “You can handle me in whichever hole I want to claim, even this one. Bear down.”
I’m not as confident as he is, but I listen to his instruction. I push out, and his cock is able to breach my hole. The feeling of him spearing me is uncomfortable, but not painful, and he pauses before he fills me with his entire length.
He leans down and groans against my shoulder, his sharp canines grazing my skin. I tremble against him, and I know this was supposed to be against my will—a choice I had to make to get a chance at winning—but it doesn’t feel like that anymore.
With him pressed against me, I want him deeper. I want him to show me what it’s like to be fucked for the first time, even though I never thought I would lose my anal virginity first.
Sliding my hand down my stomach, I settle my fingers between my thighs.
Brellan jerks his cock deeper. “You want all of me, don’t you?”
I whine, but don’t admit it.
His hand untangles from my messy hair, sliding until his thick fingers band around my throat. “Say it. Tell me how you want me to split you open and make sure you’re well pleasured before our king gets his hands on you.”
“Your king won’t get his hands on me,” I deny.
Brellan squeezes and that familiar heady feeling takes me over. It’s embarrassing how much I enjoy it when the demons tease me with death, cutting off my air flow until I give them what they want. It’s worse that they all know I like it—I can’t stop myself from responding. My ass is frantically tightening on his length, my fingers moving faster on my clit.
“You’re our queen,” he says. “There’s no way to escape him, and I don’t think you want to. You want him to claim your cunt and worship you like the rest of us have. You know you’re meant for grander things than this broken human realm.”
Worship.
It didn’t feel like that’s what they were doing at first, but it’s all falling into place. They’re making me come like they’re made to serve, showing me what it would be like as the one they bow to.
My voice is a choked whisper. “I just want to be free.”
“There’s nothing freer than being queen.”
I want to claim he’s wrong, but I can’t be certain. I’ve never tried being queen before—all I know is that being a baron’s captive left a lot to be desired. And being Nova Hensley, outcast from a broken, abusive home, isn’t how I want to live either.
What I need is a change.
Could this be the best change I can get?
Turning my head to look back at him, I only see sincerity and devotion in his slitted blue eyes. He believes what he’s saying is true.
“I don’t know if I want to be queen,” I say. “But I do want you to fill me with your cock and show me how it’ll feel if I am.”
His grip on my throat loosens to nothing more than a gentle caress, his other hand holding my hip. I clutch the bars of the cage as I touch myself, the cold metal working to keep me grounded in a moment that’s threatening to be all heat and bliss.
“As you wish,” Brellan says.
