It was all Maya could do not to request that Seth give Lars a blow job too as Seth unbuttoned Lars’ leather pants and opened the placket to release Lars’ dark, purple-flushed cock from its confines. Especially the way that Seth licked his lips as he did so.
I mean, it’s right there. Just taste it.
But it was not to be. Seth trailed his fingertips up Lars’ abdomen to maintain contact while Lars wrapped his hand around his own cock.
Lars groaned and kissed Maya’s neck as he slotted his hips against hers, lining his cock up with her cunt. Maya thought blearily that it was nice to have an average-sized cock for a change, a touch of normal in an otherwise unconventional—to say the least—situation. The demons could jaw all they wanted about magical accommodation, but Lars was no small fry, and she didn’t have to ‘accommodate’ anything in order to enjoy the way his body felt against and inside her. Her cunt practically sucked him in.
“Damn,” Lars swore into her shoulder.
“There’s been some time between conjugal visits with the twins,” Seth said by way of explanation.
“Oh,” Maya said weakly. She didn’t have that excuse.
“So how we going to do this?” Seth asked. “Him first, me second?” He kept his left hand on Lars and undid his own trousers one-handed to free his cock as well.
“Radical suggestion,” Maya gasped. “Take turns. Draw it out. Him, you, him, you, until one of you comes then the other.”
“You’ve got a wicked mind,” Lars said. He grimaced with restraint as he stepped back. His dark cock glistened as though covered with a thin layer of sugar icing. The way Seth eyed it, it might as well have been. “Damn, that’s hard.”
“Yes, very,” Maya said, staring between their two erections until Seth finally got the memo that he was next and didn’t have to wait.
“You mean one right after the other?” Seth asked.
Maya nodded. She couldn’t take them both at the same time the way she was bound to the platform, so this was the next best thing.
Seth cried out as he entered her, his arms wrapped around her neck and her back, eyes hooded as he stared down at the shadows of her breasts against his chest.
“Wait, what’s that about the twins?” Maya said, something clicking in her head, but Seth was lost, his moans against her cheek surprisingly endearing. He wasn’t that much younger than she was, but he seemed like it, his sweetness atypical for Arcanium.
“My turn,” Lars said, and Seth almost sobbed as he pulled out.
Maya closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the platform as the two men took her. She could tell whose cock was inside her at any given time, but after a while, they merged into a single entity to her. When she opened her eyes again, she saw why.
In their need, the men had brought themselves closer together, their arms around each other’s backs and crossed behind her. The moment one emerged out of her, he would turn his hips to make room for the other, and for a moment, their cocks would brush against each other before the other would turn and sink into her. It didn’t take much effort—they knew where her cunt was now. Her thighs were smeared with her wetness.
“I can’t—” Seth finally said. He didn’t withdraw this time after a few thrusts. As he continued, his rhythm became erratic and her cunt tightened around him like a mouth. This orgasm was small but raw for her, a sharp bucking of her hips against his until he finally groaned and ground his twitching erection into her.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Lars said, stroking both Maya and Seth. Maya wondered if even he really knew which one he was complimenting.
Seth slumped over her shoulder. He had enough presence of mind to let Lars take his turn, pounding through the last flutters of her orgasm.
The boys thought she didn’t see Seth slide his hand down Lars’ back and over his ass, but she did.
Lars jerked, spilling into her, panting through his climax.
“Whew, Maya, you are quite the woman,” Lars said.
Both men winced as they refastened tight trousers over their sensitive bits. Maya thought they’d probably clean up and do something to minimize chafing after they headed out. Their present condition couldn’t be comfortable for performing. Maya fought the urge to giggle. Shit, she was high—and possibly addicted.
She had always had a healthy sex drive, but sometime after Derrick’s wish, she thought she might have actually become perverse.
“Feel free to hit us up anytime, sugar,” Seth said in an exaggerated Southern accent. He kissed her cheek lightly. “As awesome as we are this way, we’re even better with one in front and one in back. Just think about it.”
“Oh, believe me, she was,” Bell whispered in private response.
Maya offered her other cheek to Lars and tried not to let him see her flustered by the replay of fantasies she’d had about them flashing through her mind, courtesy of her friendly, neighborhood jinni.
“Is that how you do the twins?” she asked. “Well, they’re two and I’m one, but…”
“They can’t get away from each other and neither can we,” Lars replied. He put her blindfold back over her eyes. “We’re quite the pair of pairs.”
“I’ll bet,” Maya said.
“See you tonight,” Seth said, pulling up her panties, but by now she just wanted them off completely, propriety be damned. All she was doing was soaking them through anyway.
“Three, now. Tonight should be very interesting.”
* * * *
Maya shivered. She wasn’t cold. Out of nowhere, arousal blossomed within her like jasmine. It shot straight down her spine before trickling between her legs, reawakening her as though she’d taken a swallow of espresso in places she’d thought had finally given out on her.
For a second, she thought she’d actually been dreaming and awoken with one of those random sexual associations that made no sense outside of the dream realm. But then she heard the brush of boots soft in the sawdust. With each step, her synapses crackled more and more with escalating excitement. She whimpered, pulling against her bonds.
“Hello, Maya.”
She’d only heard him speak once, but all he had to do was say those two words, and she knew who stood before her.
“No. No way. You’re not supposed to be here,” Maya said.
“Do you not want me here?” Lord Mikhail asked. His accent sounded vaguely Eastern European. Maya thought the Ringmaster might have said he was from Turkey, but she couldn’t put much stock in what the Ringmaster said to an audience.
“That’s not the point and you know it,” Maya said. She tugged on her restraints as panic started riding the coat-tails of her pleasure. “You’re not allowed—”
“I know,” Lord Mikhail replied. “I am not permitted to touch. However, I have spoken with Bell. He says that you are available to all, as long as I do not feed. So I may touch. A little.”
“Oh my God,” Maya groaned. She’d always thought that the Ringmaster was the cruelest of the two Arcanium leaders, but no. Bell had known she wouldn’t be able to resist a fucking incubus. Just being near him made her want to strip off all her clothes and offer herself to him to use in any way he pleased, even knowing that it would end in her death.
His breath traveled the distance between them and caressed her skin like smoke.
This was so not fair.
“Most of the time, we see and must not touch. That is the condition for staying here. Your compulsion to give in to me is strong, but so too is my compulsion to claim. It is sometimes agony to have women near and yet out of reach. This is a great gift for me,” Lord Mikhail murmured. His voice was like aural dark chocolate. “And for you… Few women have felt my touch and lived to tell the tale of it. Would you like to know me, woman?”
The way that Lord Mikhail said ‘woman’ was worlds away from how Moss said it. When Moss called her ‘woman’, he infused it with unserious mockery, deprecation that nevertheless lacked contempt. When Lord Mikhail said it, however, it rolled in h
is mouth the way he might lick a woman’s breast, with profound carnal knowledge—a deeper understanding of what it meant to be a woman than even Maya had of herself. Seducing women was not just his passion but his nature. He had a wealth of innate knowledge and instinct to use against her.
Lord Mikhail stepped closer. She felt the shift in the air currents where he displaced them, the warmth of his hand. So close, and yet as she leaned forward, she couldn’t reach him.
“Please.” She felt as though someone had put a circling vibrator on low on her clit, building the tension higher and higher until it just couldn’t push her over.
“Such a desirous morsel, under the protection of the jinni at all times,” Lord Mikhail said. “It’s like torture. I should very much like to do all manner of unspeakable, decadent and depraved acts to you, but I will limit myself to just this.” He caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers and slid the pad of his thumb over her lower lip, dipping it inside when her mouth dropped open.
She shook in her restraints as she came in low, climbing shudders that went higher and higher and higher until she reached the highest peak a single orgasm could provide.
She shuddered and cried out again when he pressed his lips to her forehead.
“My gratitude,” he murmured.
“Should we count that as one, two or three, golam?”
“As soon as I think of a way to get back at you for this, you’ll pay, I swear,” Maya replied.
“I’ll be generous. Four orgasms tallied. Four to be repaid.”
* * * *
“Hi, Maya.”
She didn’t immediately recognize the voice, but she raised her head in his general direction. Kitty hadn’t arrived with provisions, so she was a little hungry, but not much. More than that, her muscles ached with restlessness as well as from the strain she’d put on them from when she had moved.
“Please. I don’t think I can do another one,” she said wearily.
“Oh, you mean—? No, I volunteered to, um, prepare you for this evening. And he agreed to let me.” Misha. The man who sounded like witch’s nails had clawed at the back of his soft-spoken throat. “Are you hurt?”
“No, just tired. I feel a bit flayed at the moment.”
“Sounds uncomfortable.”
“Now that I’m thinking about it, you’re probably not the person to complain to about this,” Maya said. The things that Misha had to endure…and here she was complaining because she’d endured more pleasure than she was used to.
“No need to back-pedal. I wasn’t being facetious,” Misha replied. “Women might be able to endure more than men in, um, that way, but that doesn’t mean you can endure it indefinitely, I guess.”
“Did Bell tell you the conditions of this, or did he just tell everyone at breakfast that there’d be a buffet in the ring?” Maya asked.
Misha coughed a laugh. “He gave everyone a challenge to make you, you know, come if they wanted to try. That this wasn’t a torment but a reward for you, like this is a reward for me too.”
“Mind if I ask what you did?” Maya said. “I know you were punished, like our newcomers. I just want to know why.”
“You want to know whether you should ignore me like the rest, huh?”
“You seem a decent enough man, Misha. Whatever you did, I’m not going to hold it against you unless it was really awful.”
“I wished harm on Lady Sasha because she denied my advances. And I, shall we say, didn’t take it very well,” Misha replied quietly. It was strange to have him respond to her so seriously as he pulled down her underwear.
Really, they were completely useless to her today, and any vestige of modesty had since disappeared.
“On the one hand, he saved my life. Now I know how dangerous Lady Sasha is. On the other…well. It was a long time ago. Things have gotten a lot better.”
“Okay.” She could deal with that. Contrition was important. It meant he knew his mistake and regretted it. It would probably be a while before the three newbies would be anywhere near that stage. “So, this preparation. I notice it has something to do with my lady parts, and I was pretty sure I indicated they’re a bit tired at the moment.”
“Yes, well.” Misha gave an audible gulp. “What I meant was that I won’t be contributing to the challenge, as it were. I’m just Bell’s messenger.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask. What’s the message?” Maya asked.
“‘Hold them in.’”
That couldn’t mean what she thought it meant.
But Misha pressed something large and blunt into the entrance of her cunt. In addition to the sticky remnants of her arousal and Lars’ and Seth’s semen, Misha had lubed the dildo up. The texture seemed extraordinarily realistic to her. Bell had broken out the good toys, then, the way a couple might break out a bottle of expensive wine to celebrate.
“They’re slippery, so you’ll have to clench before I can get your underwear back on,” Misha said. He let out his breath in a rush, as though he were the one getting the dildo put into one of his orifices.
“They?” Maya asked.
“I’ll hold the one that’s already in so you can relax.”
“They?”
The second one was smaller and smoother, but it took Misha longer to work her open. He had to use his fingers before he could put the second one in. He was patient, like he’d done this before, which piqued Maya’s interest—at least the part of her brain still capable of functioning as the soft, sweetly swollen flesh between her legs stretched around what filled her. She struggled not to whimper from the pleasure Misha inadvertently coaxed from her drained body.
“Now, I’m supposed to take these off and put these on instead.” A snip of scissors. Her cotton panties fell to the ground.
By the time Misha had finished, he’d attached a pair of leather bikini briefs to a pair of rings on the bottom sides of her corset, which held everything in place. Then he tied a short leather skirt over it, barely long enough to qualify as a skirt—more like a strip of cloth over the top of her thighs. A skirt for flirt rather than function. But that was true about much of Arcanium.
“It was a pleasure, Miss Maya,” Misha said.
“I’d say ‘We have to do this again sometime’, but I think that would just be awkward. Maybe we could start with a coffee,” Maya said. No matter how she squirmed, the dildos didn’t move, just taunted her sensitized flesh with very full but empty promises. Her cunt didn’t even seem to realize it was exhausted. It was going to come itself to death if it didn’t learn moderation soon.
“I’d like that,” Misha replied. “Goodbye. Until tonight.”
Chapter Twelve
The golems wheeled her out of the ring and backstage, where the hum of conversation slowly increased.
Some of them were talking about her, but not in a cruel way, so mostly Maya just felt self-conscious all splayed out on a board—more because she was bound for the purpose of being viewed, not necessarily because she was dressed like a sex slave and twice-impaled by sex toys. All that did was confirm to her that she’d lost her marbles sometime in the last few weeks.
She was glad none of the new additions could see her like this, lest it confirm her sexual depravity to them—a devil’s concubine half-naked and smelling of sex, bound to a platform like it was a St. Andrew’s cross. They would never believe that this was an atypical way to spend her Saturday.
She couldn’t hear Bell among the rest of the cast. But she could sense him, like sun on her eyelids, burning her skin.
Finally, the lights went low backstage, submerging her in complete darkness behind the blindfold.
“One more piece of the costume.” Valorie.
Maya tensed up, reacting to the voice as though it were the old Valorie rather than the new one. It didn’t help that Valorie sounded so devious.
Valorie applied something sticky to Maya’s exposed nipples, some kind of circular fabric to cover them.
“Oh, right, that makes everything mu
ch better,” Maya said. “Now it can be fun para toda la familia with all the pertinent bits covered.”
Valorie laughed. “Got to please the censors. Ready for your next big debut?”
“I don’t even know what my next debut is,” Maya said.
“Whatever it is, are you game?” Valorie asked.
“Do I trust Bell’s not going to saw me in half now? Yes. But that’s just one thing crossed off a very long list of things Bell can do to me,” Maya said.
“You have a choice, you know. You can tell Bell this is absolutely not something you want, and he’ll accept it. This was supposed to be something fun, remember?”
“And that’s why I’m still here,” Maya replied. “It was never on my bucket list to go out in front of a group of admittedly open-minded people with nothing but a short skirt, corset and nipple pasties, but I believe everything he’ll do to me will be amazing. Because it’s his pleasure to do so.”
“You’ve got his number all right,” Valorie said, patting Maya’s cheek. “Good luck.”
“You too.”
“Time to let Lady Sasha and Lord Mikhail get the audience ready once more,” Bell said, as though he had materialized right next to her ear. “We’re the last act, my dear. I trust that is acceptable.”
“You cheat,” Maya snapped. “The incubus, Bell?”
“I don’t cheat,” Bell replied, stroking her cheek with his knuckles. “I make the rules. The one who makes the rules never cheats. And I always play to win.”
“Fine. You play dirty, then.”
“But you already knew that,” Bell said. He smiled against her neck.
Without warning, the toys inside her began to move. The leather panties had some give to them, but not enough for the toys to slip out, so the dildos had enough space to pull out of her and slam back in. What’s more, out of nowhere, the flesh of her folds and the hood of her clitoris began to hum, although the dildos weren’t vibrators.
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