She quickly discovered, however, that she simply could not control her reflexive actions. When they gnawed along the keenly sensitive soles of her feet, she jerked. When they sucked her toes, she jerked again. One knelt before her and ran his tongue along her cleft, teasing the ring in her clit with his tongue and both feet jerked at once. After a time, the pain and pleasure began to merge, turning her body into a throbbing mass of pulsing sensation.
One of the three stopped between her thighs, pushed the head of his cock into her and then thrust deeply. The abrupt invasion made her jerk all over, sending a hard wave of pleasure through her. Grasping the post behind her, he withdrew slightly and began to pump into her hard and fast, jolting her body and sending both pain and pleasure screaming through her. As her body began to convulse with the first tremors of release, tightening around his cock, he began to ram into her harder and faster until she was screaming with the sharp convulsions of pleasure. When he’d come, he moved around her and began to suckle one of her breasts. A second moved between her thighs, sheathed his cock inside of her and began thrusting into her as the other two moved to her feet and began to suck and nip at them, causing her to jerk reflexively. The cock thrusting in and out of her, the jolt of pain and pleasure that went through her when she jerked, set her body to spasming in another hard release. The moment the walls of her sex began to convulse, he grasped the pole and began to pound into her harder until his cock began to jerk inside of her.
She was gasping so hard when he finally stepped away from her that an almost constant stream of sensation ran through her as each breath pulled on the rings in her nipples and clit. When the third man positioned himself and pushed inside of her, she came almost instantly. The muscles of her passage convulsed around his hard cock and continued to spasm as he drove into her frenziedly, seeking his own release. By the time he reached his crisis, she was nearly hoarse and barely conscious.
Something cold and hard was pushed into the mouth of her sex, reviving her instantly. As cold liquid poured through her passage, bathing her hot sex, her belly clenched and she jerked hard against the chain. Pain erupted everywhere at once. When she was able to unclench her eyelids, she saw that the three who’d received her had returned to the line of priests. Several moments passed and then the other three moved forward.
Surrounding her, they suckled her breasts, nipped her inner thighs and sucked bites of flesh into their mouths, tormented the soles of her feet and toes, sucked and lathed her cleft and clit until once again she was a mass of pulsing flesh, dizzy with the heat that clouded her mind. One by one, they sheathed their hardened cocks in her flesh and thrust into her until they were spent.
Again, when they moved away, cold fluids were forced inside her sex, jerking her from the edge of unconsciousness. The first three approached her again, tormenting her with their mouths, and tongues and teeth, and then thrusting their cocks into her and fucking her until they came.
To her surprise and relief, when the second trio had received her again, she was lowered and her bindings removed. Leading her to the purification pool, the attendants bathed her, dried her and then lifted her to their shoulders and carried her up the incline to the main corridor. Instead of turning, however, they crossed the bisecting corridor and continued. At the end was a stout wooden door. When it was opened and she was carried inside, she saw it was a large chamber. Pillows were scattered about the floor and formed piles along the walls. Curtains lined the walls. A single narrow stone table stood near the door.
They lowered her onto pillows in the center of the room.
Instead of leaving, however, they extended her arms to either side of her and manacled them to the floor. Her knees were bent, her thighs spread wide and bindings were placed around her thighs and ankles, pinioning her legs to the floor. The clamps they’d used to hold her nether lips wide were attached to her once more.
They left her then. Mariel stared up at the ceiling, wondering what was to come next. As time passed, however, exhaustion got the better of her and, despite her discomfort, she slept.
The opening door woke her sometime later. As she glanced toward the door, three of the priests who’d received her entered the room and closed the door again.
Two moved to the mounded piles of pillows and sprawled out on them, lying on their sides, their heads propped on their hands. The third picked up a pillow and approached her. Kneeling between her thighs, he pushed her hips up, shoving the pillow under her so that her hips were tilted up. When he was satisfied, he settled on his stomach and opened his mouth over her cunt and proceeded to suck and fondle her genitals with his tongue until Mariel was squirming beneath the onslaught.
The other two merely watched for a time, but finally they rose and moved toward her and began to suckle her breasts until her body began to jerk and spasm in release. Before the last echoes had faded away, the one who’d been gnawing and sucking on her clit came to his knees, thrust his cock inside of her and began slamming into her. Within moments, her shocks of release began to pour through her again, spurred to greater and greater heights as he began to thrust more rapidly in search of his own release. Grinding deeply inside of her, he held himself still until his seed had ceased to spew inside of her and finally withdrew.
Rising, he moved to the curtains along one wall, disappeared for several moments and returned with a wet cloth. When he’d bathed her, he left again. A few moments later, he emerged from the curtained doorway, strode to a mound of pillows and sprawled atop them, composing himself for sleep. The other two fondled her for a while bringing her sated body to heat once more, and finally rose and returned to the pillows, dropping down on them.
Mariel swallowed convulsively. Before they’d begun to fondle her, her body had been sated. Now, she was a mass of unfulfilled desire once more. After a while, she drifted to sleep, however. She was awakened when the door opened again.
Blinking, she lifted her head and stared at the robed priest who entered, carrying a tray of food. Setting it on the table near the door, he turned and left.
His entrance had roused the three men. They rose and approached her. Releasing her from the bindings, she was told to attend her needs, bathe and return. Stiff and sore, she did as she was told. When she returned to the room, she was told to lie down again.
Her stomach felt as if it was caving in, but she saw no use in arguing. Once she’d lain down on the cushions, two of them set about binding her once more. When they’d finished, they settled cross legged on either side of her. The third lifted the tray and approached. Sitting down on the floor between her thighs, he took the bite sized chunks of food and laid them out on her body. When he’d placed all the food on her belly and breasts, he took a small pitcher from the tray and drizzled a thick liquid over the grapes and small chunks of apples scattered over her body. Almost as an after thought, he drizzled a small portion over her exposed genitals.
Once he had finished, he set the tray aside and got on his hands and knees. The others followed suit. Leaning over her, they plucked the food from her body with their mouths and teeth. Turning, the one to the right of her leaned down, his mouth hovering just above hers, offering her the grape between his teeth. Grateful that she wasn’t to be left to watch them eat, she took it. The grape popped in her mouth and she swallowed the juices thirstily. As they fed her with their mouths and her thirst and hunger began to subside, she began to focus on the feel of their mouths moving over her. Heat blossomed, built. It built far more rapidly when they’d polished off the tidbits of food and began to lick the sticky liquid from her skin. A shock wave of sensation flooded through her as the one between her thighs lowered his head and began to suck and lick the syrup he’d drizzled over her genitals. When he’d licked and sucked every drop of it from her, he moved over her and thrust his cock into her, pumping into her feverishly until he came.
Mariel was still throbbing on the verge of release when he withdrew, bathed her sex and then lay down once more. She dozed, drifting upward somet
ime later as the heat in her belly reached flash fire from the mouth suckling her clit. She came almost as soon as he mounted her.
She dozed when he’d finished with her. She was released twice more to attend her needs but bound again for offering as soon as she returned. They pleasured themselves on her when the mood struck them, taking turns. Sometime later, another tray of food was brought and they ate the food from her body as before. She dozed off and on, was awakened sometimes by a mouth suckling one or the other of breasts, sometimes her clit and sometimes they merely mounted her and thrust into her until they came.
In the morning, the robed priests returned. Releasing her from the bindings, they carried her to the offering chamber once more. When they’d bathed her a thin chain was brought. Threading it through the ring on one nipple, they pulled it down, threaded it through her clit ring and then up again through the ring on her left nipple. The ends of the chain were then pulled over her shoulders and she was forced onto her hands and knees. Two of the six receivers approached her and got down on their knees, one at her head and the other behind her. The one behind her pushed her legs apart and thrust the head of his cock into her opening. Grasping the chains in his hands, he held the ends tightly as he pushed inside of her.
Pain and heat shot through her as the chain was pulled taut by his thrust. Even as she opened her mouth to cry out at the pain, her hair was caught and her head pulled up. The man kneeling before her shoved his cock into her mouth. The man thrusting into her pussy set the pace, slamming into her and forcing her forward so that the cock in her mouth slid deeper. Each thrust sent both pain and pleasure coursing through her as it tugged on her nipples and clit. As the heat rose inside of her, she began to suck more feverishly at the cock in her mouth. When she climaxed and her body began to quake, the man thrusting his cock into her pussy began to slam against her more desperately, sending more pain and pleasure ripping through her so that she sucked harder and harder on the cock in her mouth until it began to convulse, spewing his seed into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged, tried to pull away. The chain was jerked so hard she thought it would tear the rings from her. She swallowed convulsively at the command, feeling the man behind her come.
When they rose, they carried her to the pool, bathed her and returned her. Two more took their place, trusting into her until their crises erupted. Hours passed in a hot, throbbing morass of pain and pleasure until it was all she could do to remain on her hands and knees and receive them. One by one she received their cock into her mouth and then in her vagina.
She was almost too tired even to feel relief when she emerged from the pool and they lifted her, carrying her from the chamber. She was asleep almost before she fully settled against the pillows.
When she awoke, she discovered she’d been spread again and manacled. Three of the receivers were sprawled on the pillows around her, but she had no idea if it was the same three that had shared the room with her the night before, or the others. They still wore their hoods. She could see nothing of their faces beyond their eyes and mouths. She thought it was probably the other three, but it made little difference to her. They were mere shells. All them were the Demon Raezitath, who used their bodies to pleasure himself on her so that he was not subject to the limitations of one body. When one tired, he allowed it to rest and used another.
For a time, they seemed content to move to her and slake their lust as it suited them. When they’d released her the second time to see to her needs, however, she was not bound again. Instead, one caught the chains that were still threaded through the rings in her genitals and nipples and held it. When he wanted her, he pulled on the chains until the pain woke her and she crawled to him. Sometimes he would push his cock into her mouth and make her suck him and mouth fuck him until he came. At others, he would mount her from behind, or throw her to the pillows and thrust into her pussy until he found release. When he was sated, he would tug on the chains and pull her to the next.
She dozed for brief periods, but she was never allowed to sleep for long before she felt a painful tug on the chain that drew her to whoever held it to offer herself once more.
Chapter Seven
Mariel had never been more glad to see anyone than the two robed priests who came for her the following morning. If she had not been held by the chain, and too weak even to stand, she would have leapt to her feet to follow them. They came to her, lifted her and carried her down to the pool, bathing her.
Her body throbbed all over, ceaselessly.
Instead of dressing her when they’d dried her, they carried her to the offering room once more. She was bound against the post, her thighs and the lips of her sex spread wide to keep them from hindering access to her body in any way. As they had the first day, they took her by threes, expending themselves on her body repeatedly before allowing the other three to sate themselves on her.
When she was released, she was taken to the chamber of pillows once more. Again, she was pinioned to the floor. Three joined her, and again they exhausted themselves on her.
She was barely conscious when the priests bore her away to the pool the following day and the bath revived her very little. Apparently they saw that she would merely collapse if they forced her onto her hands and knees again, so she was taken to the post. She was barely conscious as they thrust into her over and over and yet her body convulsed regardless.
When she was finally released, she hung limply from the arms of those who carried her, barely aware of anything. She lapsed into complete unconsciousness as she was laid on the pillows. She was allowed, at last, to rest, barely aware of the passage of time. They roused her and forced her to eat periodically, but the moment they ceased to prod her, she fell over and slept once more.
When she finally awoke to full alertness, she had no idea of how much time had passed. The robed priests entered the room. She leapt to her feet and then went still with stunned surprise to discover that she was completely unfettered. Before she could recover, they moved toward her, lifted a black robe and drew it over her head, settling it around her.
Relief flooded through her, undiminished even as they placed the manacles on her wrists and led her from the chamber.
Behsart awaited her on the piazza. Without a word, he took the chain the priest held out and crossed the piazza, descending the stone stairs rapidly. Mariel hurried after him, fearing any moment she would be dragged off balance and roll to the bottom. When he reached his horse, he lifted her to the saddle, climbed up behind her and spurred the horse into motion.
Mariel settled against him uneasily. He was enraged. His eyes glittered with it. His entire body was taut with anger held barely in check. If she had doubted before what that anger signified, she no longer did.
He did not like yielding her to the temple demons. His sense of possessiveness was rapidly moving beyond his control.
They did not stop to break their fast when they had left the village behind as had become their custom. After a while, however, Behsart pulled bread and cheese from the food pack and handed them to her. She placed her hands over his as she took the offering. As innocent as the contact was, he hesitated for a long moment before he withdrew his hand.
When she had eaten, he took the wine skin and handed it to her, watching as she drank. The food and wine comforted her, easing some of her tension, but much of it still lingered. His anger was unnerving enough. The fact that he seemed to have withdrawn was even worse.
Only two temples lay before them now. That did not allow her much time to devise a way to save herself if Behsart did not succumb to her.
She had counted on it. There was nothing else. Since she had been taken, she had been bound, watched, or simply too exhausted from the offerings to have any hope of escaping.
At mid day, they stopped to refresh themselves. Behsart watched her hungrily, but he made no attempt to take her and she found she simply didn’t have the nerve to try to approach him herself when she could see that rage was a good part of his hunger.
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br /> "Why are you angry with me?" she finally asked when they had set out once more.
He was silent for so long that she thought he wouldn’t answer her at all.
"I am not angry with you," he said finally, his voice a low, husky growl.
He said nothing more and, jog her mind though she would, she could think of no way to keep the conversation going in the direction that she wished. After a time, he shifted, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her back so that she lay against his chest. Breathlessly, she waited to see what he would do next.
He did nothing more, and her uneasiness began to grow once more.
She cleared her throat. "You do not want me anymore?"
"We want you."
Mariel shivered. Two voices had emerged from his throat simultaneously. "Then—I don’t understand."
"It is forbidden," he growled, his voice as it had been before.
Startled, Mariel glanced up at him. "Why?"
He fell silent for a time. She had just decided that he had no intention of telling her when he spoke again.
"This man is an enemy to us. He is rebellious. Thrice, he has tried to banish us."
Mariel threw him another startled look, her heart skipping several beats as she realized he was talking about Cavan. She didn’t know why, but it hadn’t occurred to her before that Cavan had been captured by the demons while he had been fighting them.
Just how did one go about fighting demons, she wondered?
They were spirit creatures—powerful spirit creatures. Surely to battle them would require knowledge of magic? Had Cavan been powerful enough that he had had reason to believe he had a chance of defeating them? Or had he merely been too foolhardy to know better? Too arrogant to consider that he could fail?
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