The Company of Fiends (Tempting Monsters 2)

POSSESSED

Squirm I most certainly did. And moan and whine and sweat and beg for mercy. It took three of Nireas's thick fingers to prep me for the plug, and what I suspected had probably been a small bottle of lubricating oil.

Finally, just as I considered giving the effort up, Nireas murmured simple words in my ear.

"You're going to fit me here later."

Well, that was a goal worth striving for. A little swirling touch on my clit, a kiss on my spine, and I relaxed enough for the plug to settle in place. I was stuffed. Obscenely so. I groaned and softened on the polished table, my face slack and eyes drooping briefly.

My main consolation in the process had been watching Jude slowly and meticulously tease and torture Ronan to an equally delirious mess in the chair. And still not allow him to come. I admired them now, Ronan glittering with perspiration, his lap a mess of eager pre-cum, muscles tense and veins popping on his throat. Jude, for all his control, was starting to look equally strung out, running his tongue up Ronan's twitching length, whining and stroking his own arousal as he forced himself away before Ronan could come.

"Good boy, Ro," I murmured, and Ronan shook and growled at me.

Hunter turned me over onto my back, and I cried out as the pressure of the table on my bottom pushed the plug deeper. His head bent, and he kissed and sucked on my breast, not soothing me at all, just making me wiggle and writhe and feel that plug ten times as much as I had while on my tummy. My back arched and my eyes squeezed shut, then Hunter's lips were gone and replaced with a sudden stab of heat that bit around my tit.

I howled as the nipple clamps' sweet little teeth dug into my tender flesh. But the pain was a welcome twin to the ache in my ass, and I caught my breath a moment later, the room clearing from the haze in my head, Hunter and Nireas both hovering over me.

"Your turn," Hunter said to Nireas.

"Please," I gasped, arching again, now grinding onto the plug, needing the duller ache of its intrusion to soften the burn on my nipple.

Nireas groped at my breast with one hand, pushed damp strands of hair off my face with another, and smiled gently down on me. "You really are incredible. There's no act on stage that could match the marvel that is being here with you, touching you, watching every little drop of sweat roll down your skin, and hearing all the smallest sounds you make."

His thumb and forefinger plumped my nipple again as he had in the study, flicking, flicking, flicking, waiting until I'd stopped bracing myself. He bent as Hunter had, gave my breast a wet, licking kiss and a deep suckle, and then snuck the clamp into place just as he flicked gently at the other.

"Bastard!" I snarled, but the word was a lie, the pain divine, and Nireas only chuckled.

"Withes," Hunter called to the far door. "Bring in the last course."

"Course?" I breathed, gasping for air, staring between the two men, craning my neck to watch as the gargoyle butler appeared with a large cut crystal bowl in his hands.

"I chose the flavor especially to complement your own," Hunter said, nodding to the surface of the table at my side.

The gargoyle didn't even look at me as he set the bowl down, and it was almost strange to be on display but not admired. Nice too. I was not an actress here. There was no audience. Any witnesses were coincidental. I was only for my masters to enjoy.

And enjoy me they would. I was dessert.

My lips parted as Hunter drew a large spoon out of the bowl, with a small scoop of what looked like ice cream or sorbet cradled in silver. My belly jumped as he lowered the spoon to my skin, his smile wicked.

"You're our dish tonight, little one. Every bit as much a part of the tasting experience as you are to serve as the plate."

I squealed as the icy scoop dropped to the center of my stomach and immediately began to melt. I moaned as Hunter spread my legs wide to either side and drew his chair up to the table again. His tongue was a fiery contrast to the melting dessert as he licked it directly off my flesh, sucking and kissing and lapping me clean, even biting me slightly.

My sex was pulsing, pleading for touch, and hot tears trickled out of my eyes. Not from pain. Only need, and also gratitude. This was obscene and absurd and spectacular, and absolutely unlike anything Hunter would've asked of me a month ago.

I whined as Hunter finished licking the dessert off me and immediately moved to licking my pussy clean of arousal. His hands reached up, petting and groping my breasts gently, avoiding the clamps but jostling them all the same, the throb ringing down to my cunt. I bucked shamelessly into his mouth, relieved when he purred his approval. His tongue was long and thick, sliding in and out of my core, nose nuzzling at my clit, and I came with the pounding pain of his playful touches batting at the nipple clamps, heady sensation echoing through me like an avalanche.

Hunter groaned into my sex, continued thrusting his tongue until I was limp, and pulled away, wiping his chin and face clean and licking every one of his fingers. "Exceptional. Gourmet, I'd say." He stood and offered his chair to Nireas.

"Oh god," I whispered, realizing their intention. The crystal bowl was still quite full. They would each have a turn.

Nireas took a small scoop and pressed the edge of the spoon to the inside of my knee, the liquid melting in rivulets down my calf and thigh. "I've always had a sweet tooth," he said, watching me gasp before bending his head and attending to his dessert.

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I screamed and howled,the cries raspy and mingling with Ronan's ravenous noises as he sucked and licked and fucked me with his tongue like it might satisfy the bonfire of arousal Jude had built up in him but refused to ignite with a final match. He was almost cruel with his hungry lips and teeth and tongue, except cruelty hadn't been what made me orgasm for a second time. With him. I'd lost count overall.

"Enough," Hunter said.

Ronan let out a string of hoarse curses as Jude dragged his seat out of reach.

"Enough?" I repeated.

"Are you tired, little one?" Hunter asked.

Something cool and soft brushed up my chest, and for a moment, I thought it must be the silver spoon again, Hunter returning for a third helping, but no, this was fabric, not metal. Oh, he was tidying me up.

"Hazel," Hunter prompted, reaching for my face, making me focus on his as he loomed over me. "Enough for tonight?"

Enough for tonight?Did he mean…?

"But you haven't fucked me yet," I said, pouting.

Someone else laughed, and Hunter's lips twitched. "No, we haven't. We don't have to if you're—"

"Master, I haven't let you pinch and stretch and lick me to within an inch of my sanity just so you can not give me your cock," I said, frowning, flapping my arms at my side to remind them of the mess they'd made of me.

Hunter laughed now too. "Very well. First, we'll take these off."

He was gentle, careful, massaging and soothing, but that didn't stop me from biting a yelp behind clenched teeth as he unclamped first one nipple and then the other. God, it was so much worse when they came off. I was already arching into Hunter's hands, as if I could help him soothe the stabbing burn in my breasts, when I found myself suddenly and unapologetically fucked.

Or rather, stuffed with Hunter's cock.