Nergal grabbed her ankles, holding them together to wrap a leather thong around them. Next, he bent her knees up and less than gently pried them apart, restraining first one, then the other with chains that had appeared from nowhere, securing them down to the table.
Holly blushed, a banquet spread wide open for the royal couple, and she could do nothing about it. “Stop this! Do you hear me? I’ll fucking kill you when I get up.” She seethed through clenched teeth. What the hell did they have planned? It couldn’t be good.
“Relax.” The king might as well have yawned in her face. “I know this is not your first time, so stop squalling. Of course it might be a little more painful because it’s bigger, but you should be able to handle it.”
“You bastard! This is rape!”
“Who said anything about rape?” He scoffed, but Holly could see a sexual spark in Nergal’s eyes. Funny though, he wasn’t looking at her; he had gazes only for his wife who had momentarily turned away. That was just fucking weird. From what she’d been told, Nergal and his queen had very little to do with each other. Holly squirmed. The situation got more and more bizarre by the minute.
Nergal stalked to a table and rummaged around in a drawer. He plucked something out of the disorganized mess and came back to her side.
He held up a small gold ring, an inch and a half in diameter. It made a perfect circle with a small heart-shaped lock hanging from it. Nergal held up the key, inserted it into the lock and opened the two halves of the ring.
“I’m going to pierce your soft little nether lips here and here.” He pointed.
Holly flinched away as he touched her pussy, blood pounding in her ears as he told her what was about to happen.
“Then I will thread this loop through both piercings, close the ring and lock it.” He looked smug, satisfied. “All of your bodily functions will be able to operate successfully, but Dagon will not be able to fit his equipment into you without tearing your sweet flesh, and I’m sure he will be loath to hurt you in such a way.”
Holly groaned. Okay. So it wasn’t rape. But it would still be torturous. What a fucking bastard this king turned out to be. Did he have any clue? The barbell in her tongue had hurt like a motherfucker going in. But her pussy lips? That could be a gazillion times worse.
Honestly, though? Holly took a few deep breaths. She’d toyed with the idea of a clit ring, but that’s as far as it had gone. She’d chickened out. Hell, she balked at having her nipples pierced.
“It’s…it’s going to hurt.” Holly stammered, sending him a killing look.
“Perhaps a bit,” Nergal agreed. “But like an earlobe, I will hold your sensitive flesh…perhaps with a little help from my wife, until the blood has left the area before I send the needle through.”
Holly didn’t know why, but looking up into eyes that had softened toward his wife, she felt a twinge of something. There was fear…yes. But some strange dynamic between the king and queen took her out of her own dread for a moment, and added more confusion than trepidation to the situation.
Even the thought of his huge hands holding her so intimately wasn’t nearly as threatening when the guy’s attention appeared glued to his wife rather than to Holly’s spread pussy. Ereshkigal must have thought so too, because her eyes became hooded, and her hand twitched in the direction of Holly’s exposed flesh in answer to the suggestion from her husband. Holly swallowed convulsively.
Nergal continued his urging. “That’s right,” he whispered. “Take Holly’s mind off the minor pain that will come. While I hold her flesh, distract her with some stimulation.”
Holly’s core clenched at the suggestion, but Ereshkigal didn’t hesitate. Two gentle, questing fingers parted the sandy curls that covered Holly’s clitoris and brushed over the sensitive nub before Holly could protest. She groaned instead.
“Not so bad, is it little human?” Nergal’s warm hands parted her further and gripped her folds, applying an agonizingly arousing amount of pressure. This was an invasion beyond measure, and yet, moisture seeped from her pussy, and her breathing quickened.
Holly moaned. She could picture Dagon’s hands performing the same, delicious task, and her need increased.
Nergal’s did too, despite his reassurances of no rape, because Holly could see his cock harden under his loincloth. But again, though his hands touched her flesh, it was his wife he watched. Indeed, as Ereshkigal made sweet circles around her clit, Holly was struck hard by the queen’s rapt interest in her husband. How could Nergal resist his stunning wife?
The king removed his grip and readied the needle. His wife stood right there, pulling upward on Holly’s outer lips to give Nergal better access to the ones within, but now Holly was beyond caring. The whole dynamic going on between husband and wife was interesting, but the busy hands at her core made Holly think of Dagon again. How she wanted him to touch her there, to suck her clit up into the warm cave of his mouth, and torment her swollen cunt with his skilled fingers. She forgot, for a moment, where she was and who she was with. She could only imagine Dagon, his dark eyes glimmering at her, tauntingly, as she neared orgasm.
“Do it!” Holly couldn’t keep her lust and the ramp up in her libido from entering her voice. She came back to herself and watched the couple hovering above her, with held breath and a mesmerized anticipation.
Nergal nodded to Ereshkigal, and the queen reached her free hand up to squeeze one of Holly’s nipples at the exact moment the needle went through flesh. She moaned. The twin torments nearly spun Holly over the edge. Damn. She hadn’t thought she’d be stimulated, but images of Dagon along with the charged atmosphere between the king and queen made it impossible for her to remain aloof.
Feisty little thing. Nergal’s thoughts broadcasted. It might have been their physical connection, but Holly somehow knew better. The king’s lust for his wife had him dropping his mental shields and allowed her access to his brain.
Perhaps I’ve discounted this human too soon. Holly heard him clearly. She makes Ereshkigal flush with pleasure. Perhaps I could use this to help entice my wife back to my bed. What? Now he talked threesomes? We could pierce her nipples with hoops, tether the three rings together, and lead her around by them. She could be our sex-slave.
The tent that was Nergal’s loincloth jutted out even more. Great. Sex-slave? Not fucking going to happen. She’d find Dagon for her next foray into carnal pleasure.
Ereshkigal must have been aware of Nergal’s super-sized engorgement as well, because, as if to torment him, she bent her head to lick Holly’s nipple—the one she’d been tweaking, while watching Nergal the entire time.
Holly couldn’t stifle another groan.
“Are you ready, wife?” Nergal asked gruffly. The king’s voice came out low and rough. “Move to her other breast. I want you to nip her neglected, sweet bud as I cleave her other side.”
Okay. Enough was enough. Holly had had it with being a pawn. She needed to be an active participant in the shit going down, with a voice to her own needs, and dammit, she’d fantasize all she wanted—about Dagon—while they did it.
“Just keep touching me.” She hissed.
Ereshkigal obliged immediately, and Nergal’s dangerous, sexual predator vibe became even more badass. He might have a hard time completing his end of the work.
Holly barely felt the second stick as the queen’s soft lips surrounded her nipple. The pain/pleasure seemed to be zinging through every nerve ending in her body. She was so close to orgasm, she finally let the last vestiges of her outrage go and pictured Dagon, naked, towering above her, tormenting her flesh. Screw it; she was going for the gold.
Nergal worked the ring into the two holes and closed the little lock. Then the king and queen moved away. What the fuck? Uh, uh. Not on their lives could they pull back now. Holly sent them each a pissed off, heated glance.
“Finish me,” she spat. Her frustration mounted as Nergal feigned indifference and pocketed the key. Was he going to ignore her? She turned her comma
nd solely to the queen. “Ereshkigal,” she ordered. “Make me come.”
The queen’s eyes glittered and she nodded, then lowered her head once again to simultaneously bite and roll Holly’s nipples. Ah, yes! Holly sent out in her brain. That’s it. Dagon would bite harder, but Holly could pretend.
Evidently, not content to witness the excitement of the two women, Nergal sucked in a breath and joined the play. He rubbed Holly’s clit gently with his big thumb, giving it a hard squeeze. At the same time, another of his large fingers pressed at her dampness until it gained entrance to her weeping pussy, barely squeezing by her newly installed hardware.
Yes! It didn’t take Holly long. Her stomach clenched, her thighs trembled, and she tumbled over the orgasmic edge, pulsing around the king’s fingers, milking him for as much as he would give. Shit. The two gods had brought Holly to a mind shattering orgasm, while paying visual attention only to each other.
When Holly’s breathing finally slowed, she looked up to see the couple staring at each other with undisguised lust. Which prompted the question, why the hell didn’t they get down to it and assuage that lust? Instead of fucking like demons, they stood rooted like statues. What a puzzle, this denial between two immortals who clearly hungered for each other.
Holly made a mental note that once she found Dagon, she would ask her man what the hell was going on…right after she jumped on his ready cock. Oh yeah. Not going to happen. Holly was locked up tight. God, she needed him badly right about now. The orgasm she’d had was incredible, but kinda like the ones she could get with her D-cell battery device.
A climax with Dagon would make this one completely forgettable. Yup. Dagon, once she had him, would not be let out of her sight again until she got rid of her c-ring and he plunged into her, balls deep.
In the meantime, she had seen enough of this nonsense between the royals. “Hello.” She snarked to get the king and queen’s attention. “Yoo hoo. Down here. On the table?”
The pair eventually looked away from each other.
Holly got cheeky. “Remember me?” She shook her head, still bemused at the strange turn of events. “I wouldn’t mind being let up.” She wiggled as the couple acknowledged her.
Hands unfastened chains.
“And FYI, this was a one shot deal. After I find Dagon, nobody else is ever touching me again.” A certain ferocity entered her voice, and despite the twin, bemused expressions on the deity’s faces above her, she’d gotten her point across. Nergal gave her a quick inclination of his head. “Good.”
Sitting up, the new ring in her flesh sent an interesting feeling to Holly’s middle when she brought her legs together. Who knew? Holly thought of her impending quest to find Dagon, and felt heartened.
If the past hour had been any indication, things in hell might not turn out to be all bad.
Chapter Eleven
Dagon kept his eyes open and alert while puzzling over the strange happenstance of Nergal leading him astray. To what end? Did he fear that Dagon would become used to the torture that the upper-level demons could inflict? Dagon snorted. The king had nothing to worry about where that was concerned. Nergal’s minions were very creative in the way they maimed, but never killed. If he remained here a million years, he’d never get used to being pulled apart, then put back together again.
Now, thanks to the queen, Dagon believed he was headed back in the right direction. With movement up ahead, he dropped low and pulled his broad sword from the leather straps where the weapon lay between his shoulder blades. Thankfully, before being put off track Dagon had come across the weapon where he’d left it several hundred years before. He crept carefully forward. Two demons stood between him and a vast room that he needed to traverse. They appeared unlike any spawn he had ever seen. They looked smaller, more wiry, and pale. And they had a blue luminescent quality to their skin. Dagon figured it must be due to the low light levels this deep in Hell. Like bugs in caves or fish in deep ocean trenches, the beings had no need of pigment to protect themselves from the sun. He wondered if these “glowies” were as mindlessly cruel as the hellions he was used to on the levels above. Only one way to find out. Dagon moved to the center of the tunnel and stood up.
The taller of the two noticed him first and brought fingers slowly out of a crevice where it had been foraging, most likely for insects.
“Minrella, we have company.” The obviously male demon warned the smaller one, stepping in front of her.
“I see, Slaggat,” the little female trilled. “Please be careful. He has weapons.”
Dagon was surprised. First, these two spoke the ancient language with actual voices. All the lesser demons used telepathic communication to flood one’s senses and overwhelm the brain with threats. Second, one was clearly trying to protect the other; something Dagon had never seen happen before. These hellions aspired to something new. Dagon lost some of his aggressive posture and responded to the beings in his native tongue.
“I mean you no harm if you will let me pass.” He lowered his weapon a few inches.
The one called Slaggat looked skeptical. “I’m not inclined to believe you. No one treats our kind with anything but harmful intent. Put your weapon completely at rest if you mean what you say.”
Dagon laughed. “And have you tear me limb from limb as I attempt to go by? Do you take me for an easy mark?”
The two fiends put their heads together, conferring in low voices while keeping one eye on him.
“We don’t know what you are.” Slaggat finally admitted. “You are not a portal demon. We are very familiar with them. Nor are you one of the damned, tormented, expired humans who occasionally wander into our area.” Slaggat sniffed. “No. You are neither of these. I am at a loss. Would you describe yourself please?” It was a very polite request.
“My name is Dagon, and I am an immortal; a god. My dominion is the ocean, but I’ve been trapped in the Underworld by King Nergal.” Dagon could tell that the glowie listened avidly. “Normally, I am several layers above the position I find myself in today, but somehow I got tricked here and am trying to find my way back. I need, eventually, to gain the throne room and plead my case before the king and queen.”
The demons put their heads together once again. Then the large one threw back his head and gave a low, plaintive cry that shook the walls of the passageway, sending small rocks tumbling onto Dagon’s dark head.
“Great. I should have known.” The god flexed his shoulders and voiced his disgust at his own gullibility. “You’re calling buddies in for a game of capture the flag…and I’m the flag.” He placed his back to the nearest wall and dragged a lethal looking knife from under his arm. “Well, just so you know, I won’t be going down without a fight.” He thought he might be able to do all right against these guys. They appeared smaller and looked more delicate than the normal goblin. But then the hallway began to fill.
Shit. There were a lot of them. Way more, in fact, than those Dagon could have imagined. In the less than two minutes since Slaggat’s call had gone out, easily several hundred individuals packed themselves into the tunnel and the large space that opened up behind his original position.
One of the first arriving males spoke without preamble. “Slaggat? Why have we been summoned?” He sniffed in Dagon’s direction. “And what is this?”
“This is a god, Craggar. And I’m sorry to have called, but his appearance is unprecedented.” Slaggat shuffled a little nervously. “He might be able to help us. He seeks to attempt the demon portal and rise above to the next plain so that he can bespeak the great king and queen.”
The one named Craggar looked shocked, then uncertain, and glanced around at several other glowies who surrounded him. “What do you think, Orearga, Graville?” As confusion reigned and slender shoulders shrugged all across the crowd, Dagon got the picture.
These beings were like little worker bees. They had picked up a common language somewhere in their past—his old language—but as a pack, they seemed unable to take ini
tiative or make decisions on their own. Another thought occurred to Dagon. They must have a leader.
“Where is your queen, Slaggat?” Dagon questioned.
“Oh.” The glowie grew instantly downcast, and Dagon became suffused with the sadness of the entire collective. “Our queen was killed centuries ago in an abortive attempt to breach the portal. She desired a better life for us, but in the end, we failed her. Instead of achieving her goal, our forces fell back and in the ensuing battle, she was captured and her life essence removed.”
Ah, life essence. Dagon immediately understood. Like most creatures of the Underworld—including the gods—this species had implanted talismans that sustained their lives. Dagon wondered where the glowies weakness resided. Of all the demons above, Dagon and the other gods had only ever been able to render one type of fiend extinct. The rest seemed to hide their lucky rabbit’s foot where it couldn’t be found. A distinct disadvantage in battle, since everyone knew where a god’s amulet was placed.
“So let me get this straight. Are you telling me that you’re stuck in this level…that you’ve been stuck here for hundreds of years, because the plain higher up is guarded by demons who won’t let you pass?’
“That is correct.” The female known as Minrella spoke. “Our queen died in the one and only attempt we made at their defenses.”
“And you won’t try again because you have no leader.” Dagon understood—and sighed. The glowies weren’t just nonviolent. They were helpless with indecision because they lacked a queen.
“You do realize that you have them vastly outnumbered.” He looked around at the still-gathering crowd and his gaze met with dozens of eyes that suddenly dropped to study the floor. This was unreal. “How many of you are there?” Dagon asked.
“We count off every night as we fold our bodies to sleep. It takes us nearly an hour to complete our roll call. As of last night, there were 2,342 of us.”
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