Chapter 22: Lana

I sit stiff and uncomfortable, seeing the hungry faces of Ashtaroth's court watching me with undisguised intent; they would love to defile me. And though Ashtaroth is the reason I'm here, I know he's now also the only reason I'm safe from being used like a doll, passed around until my body is scalloped empty.

As if to reaffirm his possession over me, his hand lands on my thigh and I can't help but flinch. I was so focused on how much I don't want those gathered below the dais to touch me, and he was focused on ignoring me. Or at least, it felt that way.

Since Sariel is sitting right next to me on my other side, he felt my body twitch and his gaze is now on the reason for it – his father's hand on my leg, those long fingers caressing my inner thigh, the ring-adorned thumb rubbing gentle circles close to the bend where thigh meets pubis .

Perhaps the movement would be soothing were it coming from anyone else. But it's coming from the magnetizing creature that's been haunting my dreams and I feel every minuscule shift of his hand between my legs. It's like he's touching my sex, and the touch isn't firm enough to satisfy me.

The longer his ministrations continue, the shallower my breath gets. A flush heats my face and my mouth opens to accommodate my panting breaths. Feeling all too aware that demons are watching me and that Sariel is sitting close enough that I feel the heat emanating from his strong body, I feel exposed and take a quick glance in his direction again.

But he's not watching his father's hand anymore. He's watching me, my flushed cheeks, my suddenly dry mouth, and then the rapid motion of my chest as I breathe in air redolent with lust.

I can't look away from him. Though his handsome features don't have the same effect on me as his father's do, my body only knows that a beautiful fallen angel is watching me being petted with naked heat in his gaze.

I bite my lower lip and his eyes follow the motion, the tip of his tongue licking a trail over his own lip. Does he wish he was the one biting my lip? Do I? Would he enjoy watching me writhe with pleasure, close enough to touch?

As soon as I have the thought, Ashtaroth's hand tightens on my thigh to the point of pain. I turn my eyes towards him and see that he's breathing heavily, his eyes boring into mine. He looks conflicted for a second and then his lips press together.

Too fast for me to follow, he again uses that incredible speed and grabs me – this time by the waist. Next thing I know, my ass is on the table, right between two place settings. My thigh tips over his goblet of wine and I observe the growing red stain with dazed fascination.

He wrenches my attention back at him by growling near my throat. I shudder and slowly lift my gaze to meet his. As soon as I do, he presses his hand to my sternum and forces me to lay down on the table, dishes toppling and clanking, being pushed out of the way as first my shoulders and then my head come to a rest on the cloth-covered wooden surface.

Looking around, I see that the gathered demons paused their conversations, food still halfway to mouths in some instances, all eyes wide and waiting to see what their Lord does next.

Once he has my attention again, he tears the loose pants I'm wearing down the middle and mercilessly disposes of the remaining tatters. The lower half of my body is completely naked and as he spreads my legs wide, I feel air hitting the drenched folds of my pussy.

I whimper and look at the only other person who has a clear view of the private space at the apex of my thighs – Sariel. My tormentor's son is gazing at the wet flesh, breathing heavily and fisting his hands in his lap, as if making sure they don't reach out to touch his father's pet.

The sight sets my blood on fire, but I don't get to fantasize too long before a thud signifies Ashtaroth sitting down on my chair, my feet now resting on both armrests.

"I find the meal my chefs prepared to be unsatisfactory," he says in a mocking tone, and I realize it's the first thing he's said since I entered the hall. The crowd laughs.

He reaches between my legs, knuckles caressing the inside of my thighs, making goosebumps spread in their wake. Once he reaches his quarry, he uses his thumbs to spread my inner lips, making Sariel growl as my entrance is exposed.

My breath catches in my throat with an embarrassingly loud noise and Ashtaroth takes his eyes off my center just long enough for his imperious gaze to meet mine. Then he descends on my flesh, mouth open to encompass my pussy from clitoris to entrance. He gently drags his bottom teeth up, grazing sensitive skin until his lips close over my clit, where he sucks.

My back arches off the table and I moan, the sound echoing in the once again silent hall. Although seeing the room upside down, I can still notice his guests starting to jolt into action as if given permission, grabbing a partner – or more than one – the sounds of clothes being torn and shucked away joining the whooshing in my ears.

I look back at the gorgeous beast between my legs, the tip of his tongue now swirling around my clit, his eyes alight with depraved glee. Gaze still holding mine, he pushes one of his long fingers into my channel, pumping once, twice, before he adds another finger and spreads them inside me.

"Ah!" I yelp on an outburst of air and hear a commotion at our table.

It's Sariel. The sight of his father's fingers moving inside me must have pushed him over the edge of control, as his chair is now on the ground and he's in the process of pulling Armaros up by the front of his shirt.

The surprised look on Armaros' face is almost comical and Sariel spins and pushes him to the floor on his hands and knees. Before Armaros can make a move in reaction, his trousers are pulled down, and pulling on one of his ass cheeks to open him, Sariel enters him in one thrust.

The cruel entrance makes Armaros scream louder than the noise of wet slapping flesh and groans of ecstasy now permeating the dining hall. Sariel just growls like being inside a tight and warm hole is the salvation he desperately needs.

Ashtaroth, now leaning back in the chair and slowly fucking me with his fingers, is observing his son taking the other demon roughly and laughs in twisted triumph. I realize now that this was his plan from the start, ever since he noticed Sariel observing me, noticed me enjoying the attention. Maybe even earlier than that.

I don't know if the public spectacle was engineered to punish or pleasure either of us and all I can think is that it was me – my body and my pleasure turning the dinner into an orgy, making two gorgeous fallen angels fuck on the floor with a violence I wouldn't survive. It's a heady feeling that speaks to my darker side, and I can't help arching like a lazy cat, my arms coming up to rest near my head, lust drunk and thinking only of gratification.

I open my eyes with a needy whimper of protest as the pleasurable sensations between my legs cease, and see Ashtaroth leaning over me, one hand unclasping his trousers to free himself.

My breath is shaky for another reason now, because, of course, of course I'm not safe with him. Even when he's making me feel good, I'm always at his nonexistent mercy.

"Shh," he whispers, his thumb pushing on my trembling lower lip and then inside my mouth, making me taste myself as he depresses my tongue.

When he pushes on my stomach to hold me down with his free hand, I expect him to take me as brutally as his son did his friend, with no consideration of anything but his own pleasure.

Instead, I feel the silky head of his penis nudge against my clit, already wet with precum. He swivels his hips against me, drenching the rest of the thickness in my arousal, and releases me to rest his forearms at the sides of my head. "Did you enjoy making my son want to fuck you?" he growls, tugging on the lobe of my ear with his teeth, his warm breath tickling me.

I didn't really do anything, but I still nod, exhaling shakily as he brings his eyes back to my face. "Are you enjoying how everyone is watching, waiting for you to be fucked?" His glowing eyes flicker with flames, burning with lust and dominance, and I'm hypnotized by them as the velvet skin of his cock slides over my wet folds, making me hungry for more.

"Yes," I breathe, so quietly that there's no way he heard me.

But he saw it, and whispers against my still trembling lips, "Do you need to be filled?" His dirty words reach within me and grab hold of my insides with an iron fist.

"Yes," I groan, the sound agonized. I'm on fire, I'm hurting; I feel so empty, so alone, so incomplete.

"Beg me for it," he commands, then tugs on my lower lip with his teeth.

I want to beg him to kiss me, but I know that's not what he meant and it's not what this is about. And I want him inside me so badly I could die. "Please," I whisper against his lips.

He shakes his head slowly .

I gulp, too tense to breathe, and try again, "Please, fuck me."

He notches the tip of his cock at my entrance and just waits, looking at me patiently, seemingly unaffected. If I didn't feel him hard and leaking, I would think he has little interest in the act.

But me, I want, I need . I damn a piece of my soul for pleasure and say, "Please, fuck me, Master."

He groans and drops his head to the crook of my shoulder, mouthing at the flesh he likes so much. I'm braced for the pain of his entry, but he surprises me again, only pushing the plump head of his hardness into my channel. Lifting his mouth from my skin, he hisses long and loud as he starts to fuck me with just the tip of his cock.

"So warm," he grits out, then pushes in a couple of inches more. I want to slide my fingers into his silky black hair, but he grabs my wrists immediately, holding them firmly captive on the table. "So fucking tight," he growls, "choking my cock with your tight, wet cunt."

His filthy words in my ear make me dizzy, like all the oxygen has left my brain as blood travels down between my legs, where his cock is moving, still only partway inside. Ashtaroth's erotic smell of warm sugar and fresh cedarwood is all around me, making my mouth water.

I manage to lift my legs and wrap them around him, using my heels to press him down, wanting to feel him all the way inside, as far as he can go. Not denying me, he finally fills me until I feel his heavy testicles rest against my ass, below where we're joined.

It hurts and this time I'm the one hissing, and it's not in pleasure, because his girth, the stretch – it burns. Staying still inside me, he bites my shoulder like he did that day after the golem and it feels just the same, only better, because this time his weight is on top of me, his length inside me, just like in my dreams these last weeks. Stars burst behind my now-closed eyes, my mouth opens in a silent scream, and the shock of the pleasure and pain forces my muscles to unclench, and now he's moving, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

His hands release my wrists and slide down my arms, then tear my top open. He takes my breasts into his calloused palms, pinching both nipples and making me gasp.

He licks the drops of blood his teeth brought to the surface of my skin, then I feel his lips on the shell of my ear again and he's panting, the sound so incredibly hot that I could burst into flames.

"You are so… fucking… perfect," he growls, punctuating his words with hard thrusts that have me yelping. "This perfect little hole was made for me," he says then straightens, lifting one of my legs until my calf is resting on his shoulder, and he's using my thigh as leverage to pump inside me with a speed that borders on supernatural. I can just see the root of his cock and it looks as thick as it feels.

There's nothing left of the lazy smile, the arrogant twist of his lips, the mocking words. The creature fucking me now is uncontrolled, his eyes wild, his breath irregular. He presses down on my pubic bone with the heel of his free palm and my clit rubs against it every time he jars my body with his thrusts. And that's often.

"I will fuck your hole raw," he growls. "I will mark you with my seed from the inside out until every inch of you smells of it. I will breed you until your insides are so full of me that drops will slide down your legs in a stream everywhere you go, marking my territory for me. And then I will piss all over your hot cunt, because it is mine, you are mine!" He shouts the filthiest words I've ever heard.

I'm close to coming, so close, so desperate to, but also afraid of what I'll feel, that I'll explode into charred pieces of myself over this table because I have never been so turned on in my life. I'm fisting the tablecloth as my head whips side to side. Seeing the need and panicked desperation in my eyes, he moves his hand to take my clit between his thumb and forefinger and then he pinches, and it should hurt, it does , but it also feels so fucking good, focusing my pleasure.

At the same moment, a shout of satisfaction so raw that it borders on obscene sounds from behind him. I know Sariel filled Armaros with his come and the thought of the two gorgeous males finding pleasure together pushes me over the edge of the tallest cliff I've ever been on.

The inner muscles of my core clench so hard that Ashtaroth grunts and struggles to move. My back arches with the tension that seems like it will go on forever, and it will kill me, because I can't breathe. My mouth opens, though nothing comes out.

Finally, all at once, the tension releases, a wave of almost painful pleasure exploding from my core outwards, then again, and again, and I'm sobbing and twitching and shaking as he fucks me through the pulses of an orgasm so powerful, I didn't know my body was capable of it.

"Fuck," Ashtaroth breathes, then slides his hands under my body to lift me up against him, moving me like a toy up and down his cock, grunting with each thrust, then impaling me so hard that I scream in pain. No one hears my scream, however. The roar he releases is so loud that crumbled bits of the ceiling are raining over us. His cock is kicking against the walls of my tunnel as he releases, warm heat bathing my insides, and the feeling of it, coupled with the memory of his words, makes me moan.

While his panting breaths warm the side of my face, I see Sariel sitting casually on the floor, one arm resting on a knee, smiling at me. Armaros looks completely disheveled behind him, like every inch of him was grabbed, bit, squeezed, and licked.

Sounds from the rest of the guests still enjoying each other filter in. Reality smacks me like a rogue baseball bat and I bury my face in Ashtaroth's neck. The arousal I still felt even after my orgasm now withers. I'm crashing from the high of my release so fast that my limbs are trembling uncontrollably.

Feeling the change, he squeezes me with the arms that are still wrapped around my body. Holding me aloft, he takes a step back, then turns on his heel towards the servant's entrance on the side of the dais and exits the dining hall without a word to anyone, his dick still mostly hard inside me.