Page 22 of Frost Bite
War reaches over to pet her head. “Or I can bend you over my knee and give you a hard spanking.”
Her breath hitches. “Fine,” she grits out.
Death releases her and returns to his chair. “Continue.”
My cock swells as I watch her slide her fingers down her entrance. Famine peers over her shoulder, licking his lips. He caresses her belly as she moans. “Slide two fingers in for me, little doe.”
The sound of her juices slopping against her flesh drives me to the brink of madness. I cannot take my eyes off her delicate fingers thrusting in and out. I rise, only to kneel at their feet. Famine gives me a wink as he presses her thighs back, giving me better access.
“Spread your cunt open for me,” I command.
She whines but does as she’s told. Although, I guarantee a part of her wants to feel the sting of War’s hand on her bare ass. And I would like to watch that as well. But right now I’m salivating for a taste of her sweet pussy.
I thrust my tongue inside her warm cavity and let out a deep, primal call that rattles my own bones. Gods, she tastes how I remember, like the sweetest sin. The blood in my cock pumps hard, the urge to lose myself inside her threatening to drive me mad.
I lock eyes with Famine as he tears off a piece of meat from a boar’s leg. We feast together while War and Death watch on.
I flick against her most tender spot and delight as she bucks. Her moans deepen as I lap at her juices and knead my tongue against her flesh.
Famine presses the boar leg to her mouth. “Eat with us, little doe. Show us how ravenous you are.”
She blushes as she tears a piece of meat between her teeth. “Such an obedient little peasant girl. If your village could see you now.” He laughs as she rolls her hips while devouring the meat.
I stand and release my cock from my pants. I smack the boar leg away from her, yank her down, and thrust myself in her mouth. The pressure builds like a volcano preparing to erupt.
“Use your teeth,” Death commands her. “He likes that.”
I draw in a deep breath as she scrapes her canines across my shaft. “Fuck… That’s it. Don’t be gentle. Make it hurt.”
Her eyes light up as she nibbles at my ridges.
I grab the back of Famine’s chair, straddling both of them. I thrust deeper until I feel the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. “Mmm, yes, choke on me.”
Tears stream down her cheeks as her throat convulses. I unleash my cum into her mouth, pleased with how she swallows, consumed by her own thirst. I caress her lips as they stay pursed around my cock.
Famine squeezes her neck before she can swallow anymore. “Save some for me.”
I pull out just as he yanks her chin back. He plunges his tongue inside her mouth and moans as my cum dances between their tongues.
War strokes my shaft, coaxing the rest of my arousal into his palm. He smears it across her breasts. “Such a naughty little virgin.”
“And ravenous,” Death rasps. He stalks back over and licks my cum off her nipple, his lip quivering. “By the end of the night, there won’t be a single inch of you that doesn’t belong to us.” He pulls her lower lip down. “No hole that we haven’t claimed.”
Famine wraps his arms around her middle and chuckles in her ear. “I think our little virgin likes the sound of that. Don’t you? Tell us how you are ours to ruin.”
Her chest heaves as she pants for air. “I didn’t ask for this. You gave me no choice.”
Death rests his hand between her sticky breasts. “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, sweet Imogen. You asked for this a long time ago…”
War pulls on her strands, forcing her head back against Famine’s shoulder. “The scent of your arousal permeated through the trees. The wind carried it to us like an offering. Thesinful beast inside you made a very distinct choice even as your lips drip with protests.”
She breathes heavy, the resolve in her eyes fading as she comes to terms with her own desires. “You speak as if you know me. As if we’ve done this before.”
If I close my eyes, I can still smell the sandalwood… still hear the ancient cries of gods and monsters over drums that beat louder than my chest. “Shh, little doe. Soon you’ll be able to hear it too.”
Iwonder how long it will take for me to learn my way around this castle. I imagine I will need to earn their trust before they let me roam around on my own free will. But if this is to be my fate, I must also make a choice whether to remain their pet or their queen.
Once I’ve lost my will to escape, I can truly be free. The longer I’m here, the more I start to imagine what life here will be like. They are as brutal as they are beautiful. But they are mine as much as I am theirs. With each depraved act, my longing for them grows. The ache between my thighs deepens. And something else. A whisper that taunts me, urging me to know things I’m not supposed to.