Page 78 of Infernal Bindings

Daemon removes his tongue, and disappointment wells inside me. Desperate, I try to pull him back, but he shakes his head, his lips forming a hard line. “I said no coming. The more you orgasm, the more I feed.”

He waits several seconds before returning his mouth to my pussy. But before his lips can connect, Salios yawns from his gilded chair mere feet from us.

“This bores me,” he says. “Fuck her already.”

Daemon’s throat bobs, but he doesn’t object—he can’t. Letting Salios take the lead was part of my bargain. The bed squeaks as Daemon settles his massive weight between my thighs and grips one of his giant red cocks. The last time we had sex, he fucked me with it too, but we started with him human size first. With very little stretching, I already know it’s going to hurt. A lot.

The urge to scramble up the bed nearly overwhelms me. All I can do is stare at him as he slides himself against my clit once, twice, before seating himself at my entrance. Before he can shove himself inside me, Salios again cuts him off. “Both. At the same time.”

The crowd whistles their agreement, and I do scoot myself up the bed this time, my entire body trembling at the prospect.

“Salios, please—” Daemon says, but the archdemon shakes his head.

“If I wanted your opinion, I’d ask for it. Fuck her now.” I stare at the hourglass, where nearly a full hour’s worth of sand remains.

I’m so fucking screwed.

Daemon grips my hips and yanks me back down to him, both cocks pressing against me this time.

“Please,” I beg him, tears already welling in my eyes as he teases my opening, stretching my pussy so wide the pain becomes white-hot. They’re not anywhere near inside me either, and I can only imagine what it’ll feel like once they are.

“Shhh,” Daemon says. Softly, he brushes the hair from my sticky, wet face and plants a kiss on my cheek, the tenderness so at odds with what his cocks are doing. “You’re okay, Annie.” And then he shoves both of them deeper into my pussy.

A bloodcurdling scream erupts from my throat.

For a moment, the entire arena falls silent. Then, they cheer.

God, I hate them for it.

Digging my fingers into Daemon’s back, I rake my nails between his wings, hard enough to draw blood. He winces, then whispers, “Good. Do whatever you need to get through this.”

My insides burn when he inches further in, stretching me so fucking wide I think I might burst. Still cupping my face, Daemon blocks my vision of our sadistic audience and sinks all the way to the hilts. Pussy throbbing, my walls squeeze around his cocks, as if that can dislodge them. Obviously, it doesn’t.

A full minute passes with Daemon frozen inside me, giving me time to adjust, before Salios clucks his tongue in impatience.

He begins fucking into me then, slowly at first.

Black dots cloud my vision, the pain so intense I nearly pass out. Chest heaving, I throw my arms around Daemon’s neck, sniffling with each thrust of his hips. I’m not going to make it. I’m going to have to use my safe gestures.

It’s so pitiful. Only a few minutes in, and already I’m on the verge of giving up.

But then Daemon slips his hand between my slick thighs, his sharp claws finding my clit. He rubs circles into me, and slowly the pain dulls, mixing with pleasure. “That’s it, Annie,” Daemon says. “You’re taking me so well.”

The praise sends a pang of heat straight to my middle. I moan into his muscular chest as his fingers keep working their magic. Suddenly, the pressure has me squirming, bucking my hips to meet him movement for movement. It still hurts—God, it hurts—but it also has my toes curling, my pussy gripping him so tightly I can feel every bump and groove as they slide against me, hitting me everywhere.

“I’m going to come,” I admit—to him, to the crowd. The embarrassment of actually enjoying this makes me want to bury my face beneath the covers. “Daemon, I can’t—”

He starts to pull out of me, but then Salios is there, pressing a hand into Daemon’s lower back. “She’s so pretty when she comes, Daemon. I think the audience would like to see it.” He spins toward the crowd. “Isn’t that right, everyone?”

Their claps ring out against the stadium walls.

“There you have it.” Salios pushes Daemon into me, and even though Daemon stops stroking my clit, I’m already there, every muscle in my body tightening around him, just a few more thrusts away from—

His cocks hit deep within me, the grooves rubbing me so fucking good that I come undone in a mess of wetness. Eardrums ringing, my pussy spasms around him, my legs wrapping around his hips in a vice to hold him there. At Salios’s insistence, Daemon doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it, then keeps fucking me as my spasms dull to twitches, then to painful over-sensitization. I need rest, but the archdemon isn’t about to give me any.

A choked sob escapes me. “I can’t—”

“You can, Annie.”