Jay welcomed the additional stimulation. Then it disappeared. Without missing a beat, she inserted two of her fingers into her mouth while she suckled him. Helga increased the suction and pulled his cock at the same time she inserted her wetted fingers into his rectum.
The pain made him gasp. “Stop. Please, Mistress, stop.” Sweat rolled down his shoulders, neck, and forehead to mingle and drip from his soaked hair.
She ignored him and plunged deeper against his prostate.
“No, no! I can’t take it!” He tugged against the restraints, but again, the pain turned to pleasure. He knew her awareness of what he felt, because she pressed into his body deeper. Once, twice ...
“Yesss!” Jay’s hips pumped against her face. “Oh, thank you, Mistress. Thank you.” His voice faded into the blackness surrounding him.
Across the room, Hayley sat on her knees with her hands in her lap. She wanted to look away from her friend’s subjugation, but couldn’t. The sight repulsed but excited her at the same time. Her clit throbbed, and her juices coated the crotch of her jeans. An unknown need made her ache to join the threesome in front of her.
Gar stood behind her, his body turned so he couldn’t see the scene before them. He doesn’t have to see. The sounds emanating from the trio were enough to make anyone come. Groans, moans, and screams of ecstasy.
Hayley took a deep breath and tried to get control of herself. She made an effort to stand, but her legs shook so badly, she stumbled. She grabbed Gar’s arm. Instantly, he was at her side to assist her. He leaned close to her ear.
“We must go, Mistress. The demons in this realm are vicious.”
“But I can’t just leave him. He’s my best friend.”
“He is where he desired to be. We must go.”
Hayley bit her lip at the thought of leaving Jay. She turned to him, but he was still unconscious. The two women embraced each other, kissing, touching ...
“Mistress.” Gar’s voice was firmer.
“Y-Yes.” Hayley cleared her throat. “Let’s go.”
Together they eased through the massive, leather-covered door and back in the direction they had come. Hayley took several deep breaths to steady her composure. She tugged on Gar’s arm, and he immediately stopped.
“W-Why is Jay in that room?” She had to know if he would be okay.
Gar looked uncomfortable and wouldn’t meet her gaze. “In Hell, Mistress, an initiate is granted their deepest desire and pleasure before entering the mass of whores kept on stock for the demons.”
“Oh, my God.” What better form of Hell could there be? To be granted your deepest, darkest desire, then have it forever used against you in the form of torture. Hayley shivered. The giant’s hallucinations were becoming all too clear.
* * * * *
Dis lounged against the cushions of the sofa. “Sofa, be gone. Give me silken pillows from the Orient --” He pulled the redhead onto his lap. “-- and soft leopard pelts from Africa.”
Immediately, Dante’s sofa transformed into a lush divan fit for a king. Dis nodded with satisfaction until he noticed the desk. Had to go.
With a wave of his hand, the desk and the office walls disappeared, to be replaced by the rough walls of stone. Electric lights were replaced with the soft glow of torches hidden within niches in the wall.
Dis threw his head back and laughed, and the sound echoed around the room. Now he was home. His nostrils flared in anger with the memory of hundreds of years of enslavement. Enslavement within the persona of Dante.
“Not any longer, human. This is my home, my realm.” He pulled the redhead further into his arms and felt her body become rigid. His head lowered to her neck. How he loved the smell of fear mixed with lust. Her body quivered with desire, while her mind shut down in horror at the realization that she was at his mercy -- that she had become food. His fangs extended.
“Now, my dear, what was that you said earlier about fucking me?”
Without waiting for her answer, he drove his incisors into her jugular. His eyes closed in ecstasy at the taste of her soul. Scenes of her childhood on into her teenage years flashed through his mind. After several minutes, he raised his head and licked his lips.
“Umm, you’ve been a bad, bad girl, Gina.”
The woman looked at him with the dull eyes of one whose will has been drained with her blood. She was his slave now. She’d do for him what all the others had done over the years: serve him and please him.
“Down on your knees.”
The woman obeyed with a trace of fear in her eyes. Dis smiled. Good. He wanted her to know what he did to her. She couldn’t fight, but she would be aware of every caress, whether rough or gentle. She could respond to him verbally, but she wouldn’t fight. His will was her desire.
He watched her face when he unzipped his leather pants to expose his erection. Her widened pupils told him she was shocked at the size of his cock. He pulled her face within an inch of his body.
“P-Please.”
“Please, what?” He grabbed her hair and pulled her head forward until the tip of his rod touched her lips. “‘Please, fuck me?’ Or ‘please, let me suck you’?”
He laughed at the tears mixed with lust in the woman’s eyes. Now she would know what a big mistake it had been to curse him earlier. He’d use her, then throw her to the mercy of the mosh pit. Oh, the demons would grab her up quick. They never refused fresh meat. He traced a finger across her cheekbone, and his smile died. His cock pushed into her mouth.
“Please me, or I will make you wish you were fucking a demon.”
“Let her go, you bastard.”
Dis stiffened at the sound of Hayley’s voice. He heard Dante scream in rage somewhere deep within his brain. Wimp. Scared to let her see the real you, just like you tried to protect Beatrice from what you really were. Are.
He released the redhead and turned toward Hayley. He let his eyes strip her, to see her the way she had been the previous evening. His mouth twitched at the corner, and he lifted his head and sniffed.
“Ah, Hayley, my sweet.” He held his hand out to her. “Come meet Gina.” He looked down and let his other hand caress the redhead’s cheek. “I brought her home especially for you to play with.”
His gaze lifted to hers, and Hayley gasped at the piercing quality. He knows. He could smell how turned on she was by the scenes she’d witnessed between the two women and Jay. Between the two women. Her eyes fell on the woman, Gina, and her pussy clenched. Somehow he knew about her secret fantasy to be kissed, licked, and sucked by another woman.
She swallowed hard. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as her gaze went from him to Gina and back. The look of sheer lust and expectation in his eyes made her blush. Her gaze faltered, but she took a step toward him.
She stopped and took a deep breath. “No, I won’t do this.”
He smiled and waved his hand. Gina’s clothes disappeared.
Hayley blinked, not quite believing what her eyes showed her to be real. Long, dark fingers tipped with black nails feathered over the redhead’s naked hip. Dis.
Hayley’s feet moved forward. One, two, three steps. A cry tore from her throat. She couldn’t do what he wanted of her.
Dis turned the other woman toward her, but his eyes never left hers. His hand brushed dusky nipples and cupped lush breasts. When his fingers moved south to dip into the plump red curls between the woman’s legs, Hayley felt her eyes widen. Her nostrils flared. She was so close, she could smell the musky scent of Gina’s cunt. Her eyes closed on a moan, and her clit throbbed.
Hayley staggered forward until she reached a stone pillar a few feet from where Dis stood teasing her with Gina’s body. He knew what she wanted. What she craved. Hayley grabbed the pillar with both hands. Sweat formed across her brow. She leaned her forehead against the coolness of the stone and hoped the bulk hid her from Dis’s knowing eyes. Her legs shook with fear. Fear of what she’d discover if she gave in to her desires. She couldn’t go any farther. She wouldn’
t.
“Hayley? Where are you?” The sing-song quality of Dis’s voice played across her skin.
She kept her forehead against the stone, then turned her body away from him until the back of her head rested against the pillar. She sank to the floor and hugged her knees to her body. The creature, Dis, had returned in place of Dante. Images of the night before flashed through her mind, and she bit her lip.
“Give in, Hayley. I can give you what you want. Come to me.”
Her head thumped against the stone. Her need rose to suffocate her, and she pulled at her already tattered sweater. The clothes were tight and binding. Her hands clawed and pulled until she heard the material tear.
“Come to me, Hayley. Let me please you.” His voice grew deep and seductive.
Hayley whimpered.
“Let Gina please you.”
Hayley leaned to the side until she lay against the cold floor, peering across at Dis and Gina.
His eyes met hers, but his arms cradled Gina, kissing her neck and shoulder. His hands kneaded the woman’s breasts until Gina moaned in pleasure. They looked like a normal, lustful couple, but she knew better. The girl lay, literally, in the clutches of the devil.
“Gina wants to please you, Hayley.”
“W-Why would she do that for me? She doesn’t even know me.”
Dis’s eyes flashed with what looked like triumph. “Because --” He kissed Gina’s ear. “-- she wants to please me.”
He held out a hand to her, and heat coursed through her body. She got to her hands and knees. While tears streamed down her cheeks in refusal, she crawled to him. She couldn’t resist. He offered her too much. He offered not only the pleasure she knew he could give her, but the pleasure she’d always wondered about and ached for. He offered Gina.
“That’s right. Slow, now. Slow.” Dis leaned forward in anticipation. His cock throbbed with the need to plunge deep into the hot, moist depth of Hayley’s body, but he didn’t. Somewhere in his mind he could hear Dante. He could feel him lose control, and he smiled. Dante wanted her as much as he did. They were one, even if the human denied it for a thousand years. They’d always been one -- Ladon, Lucifer, Samael, Dis, Dante ... Satan.
Gina’s cry of pleasure brought him back into focus. He looked down her lush body, covered with sweat, to see Hayley’s head between the slave’s legs. Silky brown hair blended with coarse red. The sight of her pink tongue and lips covered with Gina’s juices made him ache. Gina moaned again, close to climax.
Dis pulled the slave’s head further into his lap and held her arms tighter. Gina’s fingernails pierced the muscles of his arms, but he ignored the minor discomfort. He’d felt worse pain in the forges of the Amazon twins, and loved it, just as Hayley’s friend did.
“Okay, Hayley, go faster. That’s right. Let your tongue circle her clit with quick strokes, but press hard.”
Her beautiful gray eyes met his. Black pupils were dilated with desire, and her cheeks were flushed. Without missing a stroke, she nodded and continued her task. When the first wave of the climax hit and Gina bucked, Hayley grabbed the other girl’s hips and held her still so she could bring the orgasm to fruition.
Dis smiled and closed his eyes to the sounds of Gina’s screams of pleasure. Hayley was his -- her initiation into his realm almost complete. He opened his eyes and found her sitting back on her knees, waiting.
He released Gina and moved to Hayley. He crouched in front of her and wrapped his arms around her.
“So fragile.” His fingers feathered through her hair. “So scared.” But ready to become what he needed her to be. He trailed his forefinger down her jaw and lifted her chin.
“Now it’s your turn.” He lowered his head and kissed her lips, tasting the sweetness of Gina on her mouth. “Lie down.”
She obeyed him and lay beside Gina. With a wave of his hand, Hayley’s clothes disappeared to reveal pert breasts and a firm, flat abdomen that tapered to long, slender legs.
Dis marveled at the creamy whiteness of her skin. She was more beautiful than Beatrice or Lilith, a combination of the one’s innocence and the other’s wickedness. He craved both, and with Hayley he could have what his two halves most desired.
The redhead rose up onto one elbow to face Hayley. Her green eyes looked to him for instructions. He nodded.
“Begin, Gina. Please Hayley, and I will let you choose the demon who will be your master.”
Gina leaned closer to Hayley, but Dis grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. His voice changed tones from deep and cavernous to high and raspy. The flame tattoos burned his skin, and he knew his eyes glowed red.
“Displease her, and I’ll give you to the Amazons and their forge.”
Dis watched Gina’s eyes grow wide with fear. She nodded. Satisfied the slave understood him, he released her to sit back on the divan. He draped his arms across the lush pillows and looked at Hayley stretched out before him with her legs spread in invitation. He could see the wetness of her cunt and smell her excitement. His eyes met hers. “Tell her what you want.”
His words echoed in her mind. What do I want? Part of her knew this was wrong, but another part wanted Gina to do to her what she had done minutes earlier to the girl. Her hips rose in invitation, and she heard herself whimper with need, but the words wouldn’t come. Just do it, already!
“Tell her, Hayley. I want to hear you say the words.”
“Damn you. You know what I want.”
A spray of spittle covered his cheek, but she watched him smile. He wiped the moisture off, then licked his fingers. Hayley shuddered. He demanded she reveal her darkest needs. She remembered how he’d made her beg the previous night. She reached for Gina, but the girl backed away and looked at Dis. Hayley clenched her teeth, and her frustration consumed her. She turned to him.
His eyes narrowed, and she felt his gaze burn over her body. Hungry. Excited.
“Say it, my love, and everything you desire will come true.”
Hayley closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She had to give in. Her heart pounded so hard she thought she’d have a heart attack if someone didn’t touch her. He wanted her to grovel. Her pride balked, but her desires won.
“I hate you,” she whispered, her eyes open to him. His only response was to smile and rub his hand across her foot and up to her ankle. Hayley groaned.
“P-Please.” Hayley arched her hips and looked at Gina.
“Please, what?” he asked, his fingers feathering up her calf and back down, the smile now an evil grin. He repeated something similar to what he’d asked Gina earlier. “‘Please, fuck me,’ or ‘please, let her suck me’?”
“Please, let her suck me.” The tight control she held on her inner demons cracked, and the whore broke free. She grabbed Gina’s face and brought the girl’s lips to hers. Their tongues mated in a frenzy of swirls and tangles. Hayley released her hold and looked at Dis. “Then, you bastard, I want you to fuck me.”
She watched Dis throw his head back and laugh. The sound triumphant. He tilted his head in a mock bow. “Your wish is my command, my queen.”
His eyes found Gina, and his face grew hard as the smile evaporated. “Do it. Give her what she wants.”
Gina’s mouth closed over Hayley’s nipple and bit hard. Hayley arched her back and cried out in pain and pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes!”
The redhead moved her lips lower across Hayley’s abdomen. Hayley sucked her breath in against the tiny shivers caused by the contraction of her muscles. Her fingers played in Gina’s hair, the red strands soft and feathery against her skin. Hayley pushed Gina’s head lower. She wanted to feel that pouty, wet mouth on her clit.
At the first flick of Gina’s tongue against her knot, Hayley dug her fingers into the girl’s scalp and clamped her thighs around the redhead until she could harness the spasms that wracked her body. Slowly, slowly she eased her muscles and let Gina increase the pressure of her tongue.
The pleasure grew. Hayley closed her eyes to concentrate and mov
ed her hips in a steady rhythm against Gina’s mouth. Deep inside she could feel her true self break free, giving in to the wanton needs she’d always suppressed since she was old enough to realize her sexuality. This was what she was ... a whore, a seductress.
She opened her eyes and focused on Dis. His eyes were dark and intense. A muscle ticked along his jaw. He wasn’t touching her now but sat back against the cushions, watching and waiting like the predator she knew him to be.
Hayley could feel her climax building. She wanted him to suffer with need and lust the same as she did. Her fingers found her breasts, and she pushed them up at the same time her hips moved against Gina. She smiled with satisfaction when his nostrils flared and his eyes glinted darker. Her fingers pinched her nipples at the same moment the orgasm hit.
She couldn’t stop the scream or the wild thrashing of her head. Her back arched and her eyes closed. She wanted the sensation to end and continue at the same time. Her thighs clutched Gina to her body as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop. Please, give me more!”
Gina’s mouth was ripped from her body at the same instant Hayley heard the growl of some wild beast. Confused, she tried to sit up, but a heavy weight pushed her back against the divan. Red eyes snared her gaze.
“If anyone gives you more, it will be me.”
The words were like the hiss of water against molten metal. His lips seared and crushed the softness of hers until she was forced to open her mouth to him and accept his tongue and teeth, nipping and sucking. Hayley couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t care. This was what she wanted. She wanted to feel him inside her.
He’d denied her last night. He hadn’t let her touch him or taste him. He’d refused to sink his cock into her. But not tonight. She would have all of him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms went around his neck to pull him closer. She tore her mouth from his and bit the skin on his shoulder and neck. When she reached his ear, she tongued the lobe, then bit hard. The sound of his groan made her laugh. Pleasure and pain, that’s what she craved.
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