268. Emily - The Piercing Ceremony 1
268. Emily - The Piercing Ceremony 1
The hum of the drums makes the floor vibrate beneath my bare feet. Tension hangs in the air, yet my breathing remains steady. I should be nervous, but instead I’m calm. I’ve been waiting for this day my entire life.
Today, my bondeds will let Hell know I am theirs, and their demons will claim me before Cain—Hell’s messenger. Soon, their piercings will adorn my body.
A silk cloak shields my naked form from prying eyes, while the heavy scent of incense makes my head spin.
My gaze stays fixed on my bondeds, waiting for me at the altar, dressed only in thin, white cotton pants.
The sound of the drums intensifies.
I start moving, my steps taking me to my bondeds. They face me, their dark gazes drinking me in.
I finally reach them and stop so close to them, our breaths mingle. They suround me, not wanting anyone present to see me.
Rin reaches for my cloak while my gaze is fixed on Yan’s face. If there’s only the slightest hesitation in his eyes, if this triggers him, we won’t go through with it. He promised he won’t freak out, but I wanted him to know that he is safe with me–always. He’s here because of me, because as a Lord, he has to partake in this ceremony, but I don’t want him to think that he’s forced to do something he’s not comfortable with.
Yan looks back at me, his gaze full of love.
He’s here for me, not because of me.
My heart drums in my chest faster than the rhythm around us.
I love this man. I love all of them, but I can’t help but love Yan’s bravery in this moment. No one understands him better than I do. Those who have been through the kind of abuse live in fear most of the time. Being brave is hard.
The cloak slips from my shoulders and pools at my feet.
Rin unties the ribbon, letting the cloak slip from my shoulders and pooling at my feet, leaving me naked before them.
“Get on your knees and worship our cocks, you dirty slut,” Rin snarls.
A shiver runs along my skin as I sink to the floor and reach for Mads’ pants, freeing his hard cock from them. I slide the pants down his legs, getting him naked, and do the same with the rest of them.
They are so hard–so perfectly hard and thick. Only for me.
I lick my lips in anticipation before I take Rin’s cock into my mouth, choking on it, while my hands reach for Steve and Cirro’s dicks, my fingers wrapping around them.
Rin splits my hair into two tails and wraps them around his palms, before he starts fucking my mouth, using it as a fleshlight to make himself cum. He angles my head so he can squat above my mouth, so he can be as rough as he can be.
“Take it!” he snarls as I gag and saliva dribbles down my chin.
I look into his eyes as he fucks my throat, wanting him to know how much I enjoy being his good girl.
This part of the ceremony is all about the Lords–about them dominating their women and the Ladies submitting to them willingly. But my pussy doesn’t care about that as my clit starts to throb. Pleasure crashes into me. I love sucking cock so much. Ever since we moved into the Lair, I wake my men up with a blowjob. Sometimes, one of the guys wakes up before I do and licks my pussy until my eyes open, only to make me drink all his cum.
I moan.
I am from being used like a doll, like a sex toy.
Rin groans loudly as his dick destroys my throat, sliding in and out of my mouth. I tighten my throat around him, hoping to make him cum faster, but he’s determined to use me until he’s satisfied.
The more Rin uses me, the more I whimper.
“Are you going to come from having a cock down your throat?” Rin sneers. I nod, making him laugh. “Such a filthy, cum slut you are.”
My hands move along Steve and Cirro’s lengths, jerking them off.
Rin refuses to finish until I come first—until I come from being used. It doesn’t take long; having my mouth fucked makes me ache with need.
A muffled moan escapes me around Rin as release tears through my body.
I eagerly swallow every drop of his precious essence.
“Good girl,” Rin says as he releases my hair.
After I finish cleaning his dick with my tongue, he kisses my forehead before he steps to the side.
My attention turns to Steve. “Show me my place, my Lord,” I beg before I lick his balls. My hand keeps jerking him. My other hand does the same with Cirro.
His fingers lace through my hair as he pulls me closer. I take his balls into my mouth, sucking on them gently. His head falls back as I slowly drive him insane.
Despite coming seconds ago, my clit throbs again.
God.
I am such a slut, but I can’t help it. I’m in love with their cocks. Being on my knees, in front of them, only makes me feel more powerful,
I let go of his balls and kiss his dick on my way to the tip. My tongue swirls around it, making Steve groan loudly. His grip on my hair tightens, and I finally take him into my mouth.
“That’s it,” he growls as he pulls my hand away from his cock, and his hips snap forward, forcing me to take all his length down my throat.
Tears fill my eyes as I look up at him.
“Look at you,” he snarls. “That is the face of a real clum slut–with her mascara running down her face, while her swollen lips don’t stop sucking the cock ravaging her throat.”
I moan, letting him know how much I love his dirty talk.