Free The Dark King by Jordan Summers

society was as messed up as Earth's and Taylor wasn't sure she wanted permission to stay.
    Death awaited her, if she returned to Earth. The Russian mob would kill her on sight, but Taylor was beginning to think her chances of survival were greater with the mobsters. They may torture, but they didn't tend to humiliate their victims in the process.
    Cornelius's muscled ass twitched from side-to-side as he tried to pull his hands free. Pitticus took his time loosening the ties of his own loincloth. He kept glancing at the crowd and grinning maniacally, which only seemed to urge them on.
    The material finally slid down his long legs, revealing his hardening shaft. The crowd's applause became deafening and their chants turned into roars of encouragement. Everyone seemed glued to what was happening in the Pit. Taylor couldn't blame them. She couldn't seem to look away either.
    Pitticus grasped his erect cock and began to stroke it. Juices pearled on the tip, but not enough to lubricate his thick length. He opened his mouth, revealing his fangs. Liquid shot out from the tips of his incisors, covering his shaft in shimmering moisture.
    What was that?
    "Venom," Hades answered her unvoiced question.
    Taylor glanced at him, but he wasn't looking at her. He appeared to be speaking to Opal. Something twinged in her chest at the obvious intimacy the two shared. Taylor steadfastly ignored the unpleasant sensation and turned back to the spectacle before her.
    Pitticus was an impressive man, in no way small and he seemed to be growing larger by the second. Taylor crossed and uncrossed her legs, shifting restlessly in her seat. She tried not to think about the venom or his dripping shaft.
    When his cock couldn't get any harder, Pitticus approached Cornelius. "You led me on a merry chase, but now I have won fairly. You will surrender your ass to me and your body from this day forth."
    His words carried over the din of the crowd. A slight tremor ran down Cornelius's spine and the muscles in his thighs twitched. Pitticus kicked Cornelius's legs wider, then positioned the head of his cock against the man's straining backside. He stroked a bloody hand over Cornelius's flank, leaving a streak of blood behind, then reached around and grasped Cornelius's balls, rolling them in his palm.
    Cornelius jerked and his shaft grew. The strain on his face took on a look of eager anticipation. Pitticus cupped him roughly and Cornelius groaned. He wanted this. Wanted him. This wasn't an act of rape or humiliation. This wasn't punishment for losing. This was seduction, pure, simple and raw at its core. One man staking a carnal claim on another.
    A flush of heat swallowed Taylor’s body in one insatiable gulp. She squeezed her thighs together to ease the sudden ache. Despite the prior carnage, she found herself growing wet and aroused. She glanced at Hades to make sure that he hadn't noticed. Fortunately, his eyes remained locked on the men. She cleared her throat and shifted again.
    Pitticus gave Cornelius one final squeeze, which rung a moan from the bound man's throat, then rocked back and plunged his cock inside the warrior's tight butt. The ring of muscles gave way by force and determination. Cornelius's back bowed and he cried out, his legs giving way beneath him.
    Before he fell, Pitticus caught him around the waist, holding him in place. His hips continued to rock, driving him deeper and deeper inside of Cornelius's willing body. Taylor's nipples hardened. Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs as the warriors fucked.
    Her gaze strayed once more to Hades. Instead of watching the spectacle, his red-ringed eyes were now locked on her. His breathing had also deepened and a slight flush covered his cheeks. He inhaled and his nostrils flared as the musk from her arousal reached him.
    Lust struck her hard and fast. Taylor’s body responded automatically. Her eyes drifted down of their own volition. A massive bulge filled the front of Hades' tight pants and