PROSTITUTION
Clara didn't move when Damien finally got up. She felt wrung out, crumpled and used. She let her forehead drop against the bench, and tried to pretend that they were alone. That she hadn't just been stripped and fucked in front of thousands of lustful eyes. That she hadn’t loved it so much that her body was still singing in pleasure. She tried to ease her tension by telling herself that at least it was over. It had been a long night, Damien had taken her insatiably, but it was done.
Deep down, she knew better.
"Don't fall asleep, little one. The fun's just begun," Damien murmured in her ear, as if he could read her mind. Instantly, her body stiffened. Her head jerked up, eyes going to his. He stood next to her, unabashedly naked. "Are you ready for a taste?" he called to the crowd.
Clara screamed no, but her lone voice was drowned out by thousands of others calling yes. She thrashed and pulled at the restraint on her wrist.
"Collect whatever valuable trinkets you have. Make me an offering for the chance to fuck my whore." He waited as demons flashed out of the room and then back into it. Clara's screams were lost in the excitedly murmuring crowd.
It was only moments before the first demon came forward. He went to one knee before Damien and held up a mass of jewels in offering to his prince. Damien looked from the jewels, to Clara, then back to the kneeling demon.
"Damien, don't. Please, don't. Please," her cries were so desperate that he looked almost ready to relent. "You can't," she sobbed. She knew the words were a mistake as soon as she said them. Instantly, his spine stiffened.
"Can't I? You still have a lesson to learn, pet." His words were cold. He knelt down so that he was level with her, so he could look into her eyes as he spoke. “I can do what I want with you, Clara. Anything I want. And we both know that despite your pretty protests-” he leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “you like it.”
Clara sobbed again, because she knew that he was right. It was wrong, so, so wrong, but her clit was throbbing as the demon looked at her with lust and anticipation. For that moment, she was nothing but an object that Damien owned, one he could sell for any price he wanted. She was reduced to a receptacle, one that was only good for the pleasure it could bring. And deep down in the darkest parts of her heart, she loved it.
With a snap of Damien’s fingers, the jewels disappeared and he nodded at the demon before him. "Take your turn with her," he said brusquely. The demon thanked him eagerly and took his place behind Clara. Damien conjured his throne and sat, watching intently as Clara writhed and cried. She implored him, begged, sobbed. He remained cold and aloof. The demon lowered his pants and gripped himself. Damien palmed his erection as the demon pushed himself into Clara.
She screamed, trying to fight the stranger off but having no way to do so. She was utterly helpless against him. He moaned and pushed forward, filling her completely. His cock throbbed within her, feeling foreign and so incredibly good. She looked to Damien and found him slowly, almost thoughtlessly stroking his cock. Her vision blurred with tears as the demon inside her thrust forward again and groaned. His big hands moved up her back and then under her to grope her breasts. She twisted and her body tensed, causing him to groan again in pleasure. He thrust fast and hard, cock getting thicker as he got closer to orgasm. Finally, he grunted and collapsed on her.
Clara moaned in pleasure and frustration as release remained just out of her reach.
The next demon had already made his offering to Damien and waited behind the pair. When the first demon pulled out of her and moved away, the second took his place. Clara's body shuddered as the second strange cock filled her body. Damien watched, still stroking his cock as she was fucked. In a few minutes, the demon came, filling her and yelling out as he did. The third demon went to his knees again before Damien. Curious, he gestured for the demon to speak.
"May I move her, my lord?"
"Move her?"
"I want her on her back, my lord," he explained hesitantly. Damien's brows rose. Then he smiled.
"By all means. You've paid for your time with her. Do what you will." After dismissing the demon's numerous expressions of thanks, Damien waved his hand at Clara's restraints so the demon could flip her over. His cock got even harder as the demon pushed his cock into her cunt. Each thrust jerked her breasts, making them sway enticingly. Damien continued to stroke himself as he watched them. Clara's eyes opened and found his, tear filled and wide. She stared at him and the effect of her watching him stroke himself while another demon fucked her was instantaneous. Damien came, hard, and continued to pump his fist up and down over his cock while her body was moved rhythmically to the demon's thrusts. He put both hands on her breasts, squeezing them as his hips began to move frantically. After a moment, he came and another took his place.
*
Though his eyes never strayed from Clara, Damien noticed Jarod at his side.
"Have you come to make your offering, my friend?"
"No, m'lord."
"No?" Damien let his eyes momentarily flick to the demon, then back to Clara. "Does my pet not stir your blood then?"
"That isn't the case at all, m'lord."
"Would you care to enumerate your reasons for abstaining, then?"
"Is that a request, m'lord, or a command?" Jarod's voice stayed carefully neutral.
"I could force you," Damien said without malice.
"Yes, you could, m'lord." He bowed his head submissively. Damien looked over at the demon. He was the closest thing Damien had to a second in command. He trusted Jarod, as far as anyone could trust a demon. And Jarod's submission to his rule was absolute.
Damien sighed. "You think me cruel," he observed mildly.
"You are the Devil," Jarod replied as if in explanation. "You are exactly as you are intended to be."
"Then what do you think, Jarod?" Damien tented his fingers beneath his chin, watching the demon on Clara as he fastened his mouth to her breast and sucked greedily.
"I think, sire, that she has learned her lesson." At Jarod's calm, emotionless words, Damien's eyes shot to him. Jarod stared unblinkingly back, head still tilted submissively but gaze clear and firm. Damien let emotions click through him, waiting to see which he would land on. He could annihilate Jarod with less than a thought. But it wasn't anger that surfaced. He sat back, eyes returning to Clara.
"You're probably right, my old friend."
"My lord," was all Jarod said in return. Then he turned and left the room. Damien waited until the demon on Clara finished, then went to her. He looked down at her tear streaked face, at her shuddering body on the verge of release but so long denied. He stroked her cheek gently.
"I think it's time for something different, my pet," he murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear.
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