A Kingdom of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales Book 3)(57)

What the fuck was the point in that? There weren’t even any costumes!

The whole situation was entirely vanilla and, quite frankly, incredibly boring. I was fine with vanilla sex one on one—probably; it had been a while—but if everyone was in the same room, I expected an orgy. A three-way at the very least.

There was none of that, though. They didn’t even share partners!

Honestly, I couldn’t make sense of the whole thing. I couldn’t fathom why they’d bothered getting me out of my cell for it. Worse, the (unchained and supposedly free) prisoners weren’t allowed to chat with one another. We couldn’t even pass notes! How the fuck was I supposed to network and get information if I couldn’t speak to anyone?

And how the fuck was I going to relay all of this to Finley when dragons typically weren’t invited to the gatherings because they always tried to kill everyone?

No wonder Finley had been here so long with very little to show for it. The situation was stacked against us.

We needed to vastly increase the level of debauchery. The regular demons needed a good goosing. It was the only way we were going to get anywhere.

After a quick meeting with Leala in the dungeons after the third gathering, which elicited gasps and shocked horror and some serious judging from the other prisoners, we decided this place needed some shame fucking. They’d forced us into it back at the castle, and it was time to return the favor.

Happy birthday, Dolion, you colossal prick. We’re going to ruin the whole lot of you for any sort of sexual normalcy for years to come. Enjoy the therapy.

Now, the thing about getting shame fucking going was that you had to start small. It was like pushing a big boulder downhill—you had to be patient while it got going. But once that fucker started rolling, you just had to stand back as it moved faster and faster until there was no stopping it.

I was the guy who was going to give that boulder a shove.

Thank the goddess I had come, because Finley badly needed me.

This bitch was about to go down.





Leala



I lay on the couch with a satisfied smile and draped my arms over the back, pushing my breasts into the air. The nipple clamps tightened between them, sending a shot of pain through me that flowered into delicious, glorious pleasure. I moaned and dropped my head as a flat-faced demon with large black horns bent over me, looking curious and wary and uncomfortably aroused.

My smile grew, and I looked over his head at Hadriel, who was lying between two male demons, a dick in each hand. He pumped each, moving in such a way that silently urged them to move a little closer. One of the demons felt up his inner thigh and cupped his balls, angling his face to be kissed.

Only Hadriel turned the other way, kissing and licking across the cheek of the other. That one caught on that something was wanted of him and turned slightly, finding Hadriel’s cock and stroking.

I could hear their collective groan from here.

Hadriel lay back a little, his eyes drifting open as he did so. He caught my gaze and snapped to attention, clearly wondering if I needed something.

I winked, looked to the demon settling between my spread thighs and then back to my friend. He’s interested in my kink.

A little smile worked up Hadriel’s face, saying he’d caught my silent message, and his eyes sparkled. I knew what he was thinking: Bingo!

If you found one with your kink, you’d draw others. Mine was an actual kink, of course, and Hadriel’s was a sexual orientation, but the demons here seemed to be strangely intolerant. It had taken Hadriel a little coaxing to get them to open up about liking cock.

Hadriel’s grin turned wicked as he took his hand from one of the demon’s cocks and put it on the demon’s head. He pushed, easing the demon down his bare stomach to his dick. Then he turned and whispered something in the ear of the other.

The first demon resisted a little, his eyes getting tight, as Hadriel urged the other to scoot up. Hadriel quickly took the second demon’s cock in his mouth, handling it like a sex-starved champion. The first, seeing that, hesitantly licked the tip of Hadriel’s dick, testing it out. Hadriel pushed harder and thrust upward, pumping into the demon’s mouth. The demon took it, sucking it in and still cupping his balls, groaning as he did so.

Heat settled in my core. I loved watching men get it on. I had no idea why, but it really fired me up.

“C’mon, baby, show Mama what that tongue can do.” I leaned forward and grabbed my admirer’s head by his shiny black horns.

I leaned back again and pulled his mouth to my exposed pussy, begging for action. I didn’t need sex demons to get me hot—I thrived in the uncomfortable and perverse. Hadriel had been bored, but I’d found those first few gatherings fucking amazing. I’d come so hard each time that I’d almost blacked out. The tension, the wariness, the icky taboo factor of the setup—I took those demons for a ride they’d never experienced before. If I could’ve gotten spanked in the process, it would’ve been utter perfection.

And now here we were, helping them cross boundaries they weren’t sure they even wanted to sidle up to, let alone step over. It was a fucking wet dream.

He traced his tongue up the middle of my slick folds, tasting. He moaned softly, and I pushed my hips up, grinding my cunt into his mouth.

“Yes, baby,” I said, wondering which kink might be best for the situation. “I’ve been naughty…”