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Maddie was uncomfortable in the crowds gathered on the landing bay. The speeder pod from the Renegade should have been there to pick her up over an hour ago. She felt too exposed, even standing in the shadows near the entry doors. She had garnered too many enemies in her life but that was to be expected with what she did for a living. Being a bounty hunter wasn’t a job for the faint of heart but there was no sense inviting trouble so she tried to stay hidden. Finally she heard the speeder pod’s navigator speaking through her implants.
“Hey Maddie. Sorry about the delay. The multilateral generator on the pod was acting up so we had to wait until the fix-it guys had a chance to check it out.”
Maddie had to laugh. ‘Fix-it guys’ made it sound like they were using an Old Earth hammer and nails to clap something together when in fact they were wizards who could tune anything, fix anything, salvage anything and revamp everything. Give them a piece of hardware they hadn’t seen before and they’d have it duplicated and modified to be better and more efficient before you realized you even needed it.
“Hey Maddie, you still there?” the disembodied voice in her head asked.
“Yeah. What’s your ETA?” she whispered. If they had been closer she wouldn’t have had to talk but the distance from the planet to the little pod was too great to allow that.
“Looks like we’ll be there in about thirty minutes. I’ll signal when we’re in Ventian airspace and you can come out of hiding.”
“Roger that,” Maddie said. “I’ll wait for your signal.” Half an hour to stay hidden. Maddie figured if she could lie in wait for half a day to pick up a Redelian interloper she could certainly manage to keep out of sight for thirty lousy minutes. She couldn’t figure out why she felt so odd but her senses were tingling, telling her something, but she wasn’t sure what. The landing bay was full of creatures from all planets of the galaxy, the sound a cacophony of languages from everywhere. She recognized the tall stork-like Phelocians with their barbed beaks and the slow moving Cartulids who left a nasty stream of slime in their wake. Everything seemed normal or as normal as an interplanetary landing bay could be, yet something wasn’t right.
Maddie stood stock still, trying to slow her breathing and let her implants take over. It was hard to focus with so much noise going on in the bay but she forced herself to shut it out. Too late she realized that one conversation was close, very close in fact and it wasn’t really a conversation, it was two creatures close by who were communicating by telepathy. Maddie’s implants allowed her to eavesdrop and to also realize, too late, that they were standing right behind her in the hidden alcove.
Maddie was appalled to realize how close these two were. For Jobin’s sake they were right behind her and she hadn’t even realized they were there. Not only were they right behind her but they were talking about her.
She also had no idea how long these creatures had been stalking her then with a sinking heart she realized that if they were speaking to each other telepathically, the odds were good that they had been ‘eavesdropping’ on her conversations with the navigator of the speeder pod. They knew she was trapped on Ventian for another half an hour. She wanted to know who they were and what they wanted with her so she stayed quiet but coiled, ready for anything.
“She looks perfect for him,” said Creature Number One.
“Something about her isn’t quite right,” said Creature Number Two. “She looks like she’d be more trouble than she’s worth.”
“I would think that would make her all the more valuable to the king,” reiterated Number One. While the two creatures continued to argue, Maddie activated her implants to allow her to see them in her head and was astounded to discover that the creatures were in fact two absolutely gorgeous human males. The male bounty hunters of the Renegade were tall but these two were even taller with long dark hair that hung down their backs. The bounty hunters were incredibly good looking men but these two were gods. Maddie couldn’t figure out what they wanted with her.
Then she felt them take her arms, one on each side and realized that somehow they had been able to manipulate her thoughts so she was unaware of their movement. It was like a cloaking-device for humans. She tried to struggle but they only laughed. She tried to kick out at them but it was as if they had willed her body to their own commands and it wouldn’t obey her. One of the men passed a hand in front of her face and everything went black.
Maddie woke up, struggling to remember what had happened. Snapshots of beautiful men and snippets of conversation spun through her head; trying to reassemble themselves into some sort of logical picture. She heard footsteps and knew someone was looking down at her.
“I know you’re awake,” said a voice. “My men were right. You are incredibly beautiful. We’ll make fine-looking children together.” Maddie’s eyes shot open and she gasped when she saw the man standing, looking down at her. He was so beautiful that he made the two who had captured her look like trolls. And he thought she was beautiful. And he thought they would make fine-looking children together.
“Wait a minute,” she cried. “I don’t want to get married.”
“Oh, I’m not planning to marry you. I’m just planning to impregnate you.”
Maddie struggled to sit up, her head still fuzzy from whatever the gorgeous kidnapper had done to her to knock her out.
“What do you mean, impregnate me and who in Jobin’s name are you that you think you can have someone kidnapped for your own procreation needs?”
The god smiled. “I’m sorry. I’m King Rochar and you’re safe here in my palace on Tentalia.”
“Safe. I hardly think so,” Maddie scoffed. “I’ve been taken prisoner, held against my will and the gorgeous king wants me to bear his child. That doesn’t sound safe at all.”
The handsome devil smiled even more broadly. “You think I’m gorgeous?”
“Of course you’re gorgeous but women tell you that all the time, don’t they?” Maddie said, shaking her head.
“Actually no, for there are no women on Tentalia. That’s why we were so delighted when tales of your exploits were brought to us. My people knew you would be the perfect woman to bear my child so we could continue the royal line.” Maddie frowned at his words. What kind of civilization had no females?
Drawing on her strength, Maddie swung her legs over the side of the bed and clambered to her feet. “Are you telling me that this is a totally male planet?” she said looking up into the king’s face. “I don’t understand.”
The king put out his hand and gently stroked Maddie’s cheek. “Of course you do. Think about it. My people are all male so we have only male lovers therefore we need women to bear our children.” At his words, Maddie felt herself becoming wet between the legs.
“Only male lovers,” she echoed. The king ran his finger gently along her collarbone then leaned in to lick her bottom lip then nip it, startling her into stepping back.
Now King Rochar stepped toward her, overwhelming her with his size and his own unique scent. “Have you ever thought about that? Have you ever thought about two men making love? Have you ever thought about all that power, all that strength channeled into the thrusts and withdrawals of a big hard body?” He was delighted to see her shiver as those images ran through her head. He loved making love with men but there was something about this feisty woman that drew him.
He broke away abruptly, dropping his hands to his sides. He needed to remember the purpose in bringing this woman to Tentalia. He would impregnate her, she would bear him a child then she would be sent away, her memory wiped of all traces of her time with him. That was the way it was always done. That was the way it had to be done.
“I’ll let you rest. I will return when the tilan bells chime.” Before Maddie had time to speak, King Rochar had turned to leave, letting her savor her thoughts of men with their lovers.
Maddie wasn’t sure what had wakened her from a sound sleep, a sleep filled with dreams of beautiful men and their lovers. She lay there floating as the images of men caressing other men, kissing other men, making love with other men cascaded through her brain. It was as if someone was holding a book and flipping through its pages, letting her have a glimpse of each image as the page was quickly revealed then gone. Flashes of bare skin, glimpses of hard muscle, tantalizing peeks at stiff cocks... to tempt but not fully reveal.
She struggled to open her eyes, unwilling to let go of the images or maybe she struggled to keep them closed and guard them just a little bit longer.
Men loving men.
It wasn’t something she’d ever thought about before but King Rochar’s words had slipped into her dreams and now she squeezed her legs together, remembering how he had looked in those dreams.
He’d been lying on a huge bed, his massive body naked and aroused. She’d been standing in the shadows as he called to his lover, a lover who appeared through the open doors of the balcony, a lover as tall and dark as the king with a long, thick cock poised against his belly.
She saw the feral look on the king’s face, the look of a wild feringa as the other man approached the bed in answer to his summons but that look soon changed to moans as his dark lover strode to the bottom of the bed and began to climb toward him. The moans grew louder as King Rochar spread his legs, allowing his lover to move over him like a shadow, skin rubbing against skin, hard cock sliding across hard cock.
And the moans grew deeper, forcing Maddie to open her eyes and realize that the sounds had slid from her dream and were coming through the ornate door, lying open beside the fireplace.
She slipped from the bed, flinching as her feet touched the cold marble floor. Moving quietly across the bedroom, she stole softly into the adjoining room wondering what she would see, knowing somehow that it was going to be her dream laid out before her. And it was.
The gorgeous king lay on the bed as his lover climbed along his powerful body, nibbling and licking a path up the monarch’s chest until he reached the king’s mouth. Maddie could see the lover’s cock tracing a path along King Rochar’s belly as he took the king’s mouth in a long, dark kiss. She watched as his lover nipped the taut muscles of King Rochar’s chest, the king shivering in response as his lover played with him, teased him.
Then the air became tight, anticipation sparking between the two men, as King Rochar spoke and took command.
“Enough playing, Santara,” he said quietly. “I’m going to hold this great big classen-hard cock for you and you’re going to back up ever so slowly so you can squat over it and lower that gorgeous body little by little until my cock disappears into that tight little butt hole of yours.”
This time it was Maddie who shivered. Could the king’s lover take that enormous erection into his body? She watched, spellbound, as Santara followed the king’s orders and slowly began to creep back towards that massive erection. As soon as his bum touched the velvety skin of the king’s penis, he splayed his hands on the king’s chest to take his weight and then sighed as the king’s cock found his puckered entry hole. All he had to do was slide down, down until he was securely anchored on the king’s erection. He did.
Then there was only silence.
Until Santara began to move.
His first strokes were lazy, just up and down in a slow even rhythm but that was enough to make King Rochar cry out. The groans began when Santara started to move more quickly, lifting up until only the head of the king’s massive erection was left inside then down to bury that cock deep inside him.
The air was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as the two men clawed their way to completion. Santara leaned back, pulling his body erect, setting his hands on King Rochar’s legs to change the angle of penetration. Too much for the king. With a howl, he grabbed Santara’s thighs and tried to raise his body to pump into his lover. Santara used his legs to lift up and the king pounded up and into him, filling him with his creamy essence. Santara tried to hold on a bit longer but his body took the release instead and he jetted across the king’s belly, painting King Rochar’s taut stomach with his hot cum.
Maddie held to the shadows, unable to move. Slowly the king’s head turned toward her hiding place. Santara smiled.
“Ah Maddie. We’ve been waiting for you.”
Outside, the sound of the tilan bells could be heard ringing softly through the dark sky.
Maddie stood in the darkness, clutching the thin robe around her. She held her breath, hoping she’d misheard. Or maybe praying that she hadn’t.
King Rochar spoke again. “Come and join us.”
As she stepped out of the shadows, the king’s lover ran his eyes down her body. “Oh, Rochar, she’s every bit as lovely as you described.”
Santara’s heated gaze took in her long, mahogany hair then slid over her breasts to her endless legs, each touch of his eyes sending tiny shivers through her inner channel. And with that look, she knew that the men of this planet liked women a lot more than they admitted.
Looking at King Rochar’s lover, Maddie was curious to know if every man on the planet was this beautiful. Santara’s face was that of an angel, high, sharp cheekbones and a full mouth, with lips that begged to be nipped and licked. Long chestnut brown hair fell from a widow’s peak and spread across his shoulders. She had seen the power in his arms and legs as he took the king’s cock into his body and slid up and down that massive erection.
He smiled then beckoned to her. She felt her feet moving, carrying her closer to the lovers. Santara pushed himself up, letting the king’s shaft slip from his body, and then lifting his leg over King Rochar’s, slipping off the end of the bed to stand and wait for her.
As she crossed to him, Maddie couldn’t help but stare at his penis, lying against his thigh. Even in repose, it was formidable and she wondered if, sometimes, that heavy cock was thrust into the king’s body. She wondered if the king enjoyed having it pressing into him.
“He loves it,” Santara assured her. “There’s pain as the head pushes through his constricted opening, but he knows that once I’m inside and begin to move, the pleasure will be almost unbearable.” Maddie stared at him as he answered her unspoken question. He ran the back of his fingers down her cheek. “Many of us here on Tentalia are telepaths. And thank you for the compliment.”
Maddie frowned, trying to search back through her thoughts.
“You wanted to know if every man on Tentalia was as beautiful as me.” She blushed, knowing he had found that in her mind. “And as soon as King Rochar and I are done making love with you, we’ll let you find out for yourself about the others.”
She whimpered at his words.
King Rochar swung his legs to the side of the bed and stood. Maddie hadn’t had a chance to study his body before. It was obvious from the scars on his chest that he was warrior as well as king. It was obvious from his muscled arms and torso that he worked hard. It was obvious from his growing erection that he was big, all over.
She looked at the rivulets of milky cum, splattered on his chest, and found herself wondering what they would taste like.
“Would you like to lick me and see?” King Rochar asked, with a naughty smile.
Maddie just laughed. “Get out of my head.”
“Sorry. But that thought was like a shout inside me.” The king bowed to show his regret for the intrusion. She nodded. King Rochar held out his hand to her.
“We’ve been waiting for you to join us. Would you like to come and shower with Santara and me?”
Maddie looked down and saw that the king’s cock was hard and throbbing. She turned to Santara, seeing he was ready as well.
“Are the three of us going to make love in the shower?”
“Most definitely. Would you like that?” the king asked.
Putting her hand in the king’s, she answered him honestly. “I think I’d like that very much.”
King Rochar led Maddie across the opulent bedroom, and then paused at an open door, drawing her closer. She could feel Santara close behind, his powerful body pressing against her, that heavy cock prodding her backside, demanding entry, one arm clasping her waist. Through a haze of desire, she heard the king speaking to her.
“Pardon?”
The monarch laughed. “I know the effect Santara has on one. He’s very well endowed, isn’t he?”
Maddie’s answer was a shiver of lust that skittered down her spine, partly in response to the feel of Santara’s erection through the thin material of the robe, and partly in response to the idea of making love with these two men, at the same time. Did people really do that?
The king leaned forward, placing his mouth next to her ear, his breath caressing her skin as he whispered to her. “They most certainly do and we’re going to introduce you to its delights.” His massive shaft had thrust through the opening of her robe, and lay throbbing against her belly.
“We could begin right now. All you have to do is lean back in Santara’s arms, let him hold you while I slide inside. Would you like us to do that for you, Maddie?”
She thought she might have nodded her acquiescence.
“Why don’t you see if she’s ready, Santara?”
“I’d be delighted.” Santara slid his hand through the gap in her robe and settled it on her belly. “She’s warm and her skin is very soft.” When he encountered the king’s hard cock, he took it and gently grazed it across her flesh. As Santara stroked her with the velvety shaft of the monarch, King Rochar and Maddie groaned in time. Then the king’s lover slipped his hand down, over her mound, to her slit. This time it was Santara who groaned.
King Rochar nuzzled her neck, grazing her earlobe with his teeth. “Is she ready?”
Santara moved a long finger back and forth between her lips. “She’s so wet for us.” Drawing his hand away, he held it up so the king could see his finger drenched in her moisture. “Open you mouth,” he ordered the king. The monarch obeyed, putting out his tongue, and Santara let him lick off her essence.
Gently the king’s lover drew Maddie’s robe down her arms and let it fall to the floor. “Lean back,” he said, catching her under the arms as she surrendered to him.
Maddie was very glad that Santara held her, otherwise she would have fallen to the floor. It was so incredible what these men were doing. And she loved it.
“Enough play,” the king said. “Time to slide inside you. Lean back, Maddie.”
Maddie did as he asked, letting Santara take her under the arms while the king grabbed her hips and lifted her off the floor. As the king bent his knees and took his cock in hand, Santara lifted her up allowing her to put her legs around King Rochar’s waist and ease down onto the monarch’s huge erection.
Then Maddie realized that she was entirely at their mercy. They would be totally in control.
“We would never hurt you, Maddie. Trust me. Give yourself to us,” the king murmured.
“I can do that.” She shut her eyes and put herself into their hands. And felt the incredible pleasure of making love as three.
It was Santara who set the rhythm, slowing moving her up and down that hot flesh as King Rochar gently swung up into her. It was a slow, easy dance for three. Maddie was lulled by the power of these men, holding her, loving her.
Then they upped the tempo.
The king’s lover met each hard thrust with an answering shove, pushing her down to accept every jab of King Rochar’s rod.
Maddie couldn’t control anything, not the thrusting, not the pounding, not the climbing to detonation. And certainly not the release that drew a long, keening cry from her. It went on and on, fueled by the onslaught of these two lovers.
King Rochear howled as he jetted into her, filling her with his rich juice. The two of them froze, in tableau, as Santara thrust against her, his body finally tightening as he came against her back.
The king withdrew, his penis sliding from her. Santara kept his arms around her as she unhooked her ankles and dropped her feet to the floor.
King Rochar smiled. “That was incredible.”
Maddie was speechless, every word thrown from her body. She’d never experienced anything like that in her entire life.
“I’m going to have a shower,” the monarch continued. “Will you join Santara and me?”
Maddie was more than ready to try out another scenario of ‘lovers times three’.
“I’d love to.”
Moving her heavy fall of hair aside, Santara licked the sensitive nape of her neck, nipping the tendon, teasing her earlobe with his teeth. “Have you ever seen the showerchamber aboard the Renegade?” he asked.
“Only once,” she shivered.
“I saw it when I was aboard the Renegade as an envoy from the king.” He pressed tiny kisses along her shoulder.
The king pinched her tight nipples. “Santara told me about it when he returned and we made some changes to our showerchamber. I think you might like them. Why don’t we try it out?”
“I can hardly wait,” Maddie admitted.
As King Rochar stepped back, Santara swept Maddie into his arms. “Why don’t we introduce you to our showerchamber?” He followed the king into the bathroom, letting her slide down his powerful body only to pull her back, pinning her against him so she could feel his hard cock prodding her. He felt her surprise at his readiness.
He whispered in her ear, “That’s one of the many things King Rochar likes about me–it takes me very little time to recover. I’ve never made love with the king and a woman before but my body seems delighted that it will be my turn inside you next. Would you like to feel this big cock inside you?”
She couldn’t say a word.
Lifting her hair aside, Santara licked her neck. “I didn’t hear your answer, so I’ll ask you again. Would you like to feel this inside you?” This time, he grabbed his erection and let it ride down the crease of her butt, sliding to her entry on a slick of cream, hers and the king’s. His cock nudged at her opening, poised to slip in.
Maddie flexed her hips trying to force him inside, but he only laughed.
“My, my, you’re very greedy, aren’t you? King Rochar’s not enough for you? I guess it will take both of us to satisfy you. Maybe we’ll have to pleasure you at the same time. What do think about that idea?”
Through gritted teeth she cried, “I don’t want to wait.”
Santara looked at the king. The king nodded. Guiding her forward, he bent her over the marble counter, and as she placed her hands flat, he pushed his way into her tight channel, moaning with his first entry into the softness of a woman’s body. Putting his arms around her, he cupped her breasts with his hands, relishing the warmth and softness of her skin.
Making love with a man was a much different affair. The men he’d been with had been warriors, their bodies honed by years of fighting. Their skin was neither soft nor silky, their bodies not warm and welcoming like hers, but like forged steel, the muscles heavy, the skin taut. He loved making love with men, but realized that a woman’s body pleasured him in a much different way, a way he was very quickly learning to like. Unlike his male lovers, her slick channel drew him in, clutching his rod, covering it in her rich juice. There was no force to gain entrance, he just slid in, feeling her strong muscles clenching around him as he pressed forward.
Santara felt the first contractions and knew she was heading to completion. Cradling her body, he savored the delicious way she grabbed his cock. It was a marvelous sensation yet he forced his body to wait. She had come so quickly and he wanted to enjoy the luxurious slide in and out of her body. He wanted to be right with her when she exploded so he could feel her milking him, drawing out every last drop of cum. To do that, he needed to draw her up again, right to the edge, so they could tumble over together.
So he began to move.
With one hand around her waist and the other on her graceful back, he pulled her to him as he thrust inside. Then both hands went to her breasts, pulling her nipples as he flexed in and out. She took one hand off the counter and placed it on top of his, guiding him down her belly between her legs.
“Touch me there,” she begged.
Santara was delighted to slide his fingers through her creamy moisture. She was so wet and slippery. Maddie grabbed his hand and moved it to her clit. “Right there. I need your hand right there,” she moaned.
He felt her nub of flesh and pressed his finger into it. Maddie shoved her body back against him. “That feels so good,” she purred. Santara slipped his hand up and down her slit but kept coming back to tease that button of pleasure. He felt it grow stiff, inviting him to flick and tug at her sensitive core as he began to ram his cock into her. He poured into her as she screamed, and he could feel her taking every last drop of his essence into her body.
But that was not the end of Santara’s pleasure. The familiar click of a cap sent shivers along his spine. He knew what that sound meant. He knew that King Rochar was anointing his own cock with lube and it was only a matter of time before...ah, he slid inside.
“I got so hard watching you with her.” He jabbed his cock into Santara. “Can you feel what that did to me, watching you slide inside her, watching you swing in and out of her body? I could see your beautiful cock disappearing into her then sliding out, covered in her cream.” Leaning forward, he nipped Santara’s earlobe. “It’s a luscious feeling, isn’t it? Sliding into a woman’s body.” Another jab. “They’re so warm and juicy.” And another jab.
It was absolute bliss for Santara, caught between the two bodies, his cock still within the heat of Maddie’s body while the king thrust into his tight opening. King Rochar pummeled him, his balls slapping against Santara’s flesh, until finally, with a hoarse cry, he shot his essence into his lover.
Only the sound of the king’s harsh breathing filled the silence, until Maddie finally spoke. “You two are really heavy.”
King Rochar drew his spent penis from Santara, allowing him, in turn, to gently withdraw from Maddie.
Turning to face the men, she smiled. “I think I’d really like to shower now.”
Stepping away from King Rochar and Santara, Maddie looked around at the king’s bathroom, taking in the incredible beauty and opulence of the chamber.
“I can’t believe it,” she said, shaking her head. “This room is bigger than my cabin on the Renegade.” Santara and the king looked on as she prowled about the room, touching the ornate gold fixtures, running her hands over the carved stone of the walls and the benches beneath. “These bas-relief sculptures are incredible. What do these scenes depict?”
King Rochar came to stand beside her. “They show the gods in trials of strength and endurance to decide who would become the rulers of the universe. Even though we no longer worship them, we continue to hold a yearly competition with many of the same events you see depicted here. The strength and beauty of the male body are something we celebrate.”
Maddie laughed. “I can see that here in the final scene, the one that looks like an orgy. They certainly are celebrating.” Looking closer she gasped. “I didn’t even know some of those things were possible.”
The king whispered in her ear. “Not only are they possible, they are incredibly pleasurable. You watched Santara and me. You know the kinds of pleasure I’m talking about.” Maddie shivered at his erotic words and at the pictures of King Rochar and Santara that flickered across her thoughts.
At the sound of running water, the king took her hand. “Come sit on this heated bench and we’ll see what Santara’s up to.” As they turned and sat, Maddie saw that the showerchamber itself was enormous and directly opposite the bench. A large wall of clear glass separated it from the rest of the bathroom and she could see seats set into the walls at various levels as well as showerheads at multiple heights around the chamber.
Through the transparent barrier, she could see that Santara had chosen a showerhead that kept his back to them. Maddie moaned at the sheer beauty of his body. He was muscular like an athlete, a frame made up of clean, lean lines with thick, dark brown hair that hung down his back.
King Rochar explained how the showerchamber worked. “I’ve modeled the chamber after the one on the Renegade, so all he has to do is call out a number and that particular showerhead will be activated.”
The water began to pour from the fixture above him. “That’s Number Two. He knows it’s one of my favourite’s,” the king said. Santara’s long dark hair clung to the firm muscles of his back as the stream cascaded down his sculpted body. As he reached into an opening, King Rochar explained that shampoo and soap were hidden inside slots in the walls. All you had to do was put your hand in and the chosen product would be dispensed. Santara took a dollop of what must have been shampoo and began to lather his hair. Rich foam covered his head and ran in rivulets down his body. Putting his face up to the flow, the lather poured over his back and down the length of his powerful legs.
At the king’s sharp intake of breath, Maddie looked over. She greedily eyed his very heavy erection. He was definitely enjoying the show Santara was putting on for them.
“I love it when he won’t turn around,” King Rochar said. “It drives me absolutely crazy. He’s going to get some soap now. Watch.” As if he heard the king’s words, Santara put his hand into another slot and slowly turned to face them. “He knows that I can’t wait,” Rochar added.
Rubbing his hands together, Santara grabbed his cock with one soapy hand. One very soapy hand that journeyed up and down, up and down. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, pleasure etched on his beautiful face.
Rising to his feet, the king reached out to Maddie. “Let’s not waste that gorgeous cockstand.” Placing her hand in his, she let him pull her across the room and into the showerchamber.
Santara opened his eyes and smiled as Maddie and the king stepped into the showerchamber. Without speaking, he drew her under the spray with him and placed his warm, soapy hands on her breasts. He loved the way she arched into him like a cat, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back, relishing the pleasure of him touching her delicate flesh. He loved the way King Rochar’s erection got longer and thicker as he watched them play.
Santara’s palms caressed her nipples, a little pressure to begin the seduction. He teased her next with his forefingers. Tracing the very tips until they hardened and begged for more. As King Rochar moved in behind her, he saw her eyes fly open as the king cradled her from the back. He was well acquainted with the feel of that huge, hard cock against his own skin. Did she feel like she was spinning out of control with one man behind her and another in front?
Maddie wanted to scream at the sensations bombarding her. Santara’s hands on her breasts, King Rochar’s long, hard body pressing against her back while the water poured over the three of them. She was so wet for the king, so ready for his cock inside her, but she still couldn’t hold back a gasp as he pushed into her, arms around her waist, pinning her to him while her body took him inside. As the water sluiced over them, she looked through the curtain of water at Santara’s beautiful face.
“He’s so hard and hot,” he said. “I love the feel of those ridges and that thick head almost hurts as he slides in and out. Can you feel your channel stretching to take all of him?” As he spoke, he pinched her nipples, drawing them out, turning them between thumb and forefinger.
Santara was right. King Rochar was hard and hot inside her and every stroke filled her, made her burn. Higher and higher he pushed her, his cock pulsing as he followed her, up, and over. She screamed as he poured into her, as he bit her shoulder, pumping every last drop into her body. They stood without moving until King Rochar stepped back and his rod slid from her body. Then Santara spoke, and she quivered at his words.
“Now it’s my turn,” he said. Putting his hands on her arms, he moved her to the wall and told her to hold onto the seat in front of her. He put his hand on her belly and slid down through her tight curls to pet her. “Your little clit seems very happy to see me. It’s still swollen from your orgasm with the king. And you’re so juicy.” His finger journeyed up and down her slick slit. “I want you to tell me what you taste like.” And he held out his finger and let her lick her essence from it. “Maybe I’d better see for myself,” he decided. He sank his finger into her cleft. “Look at me,” he ordered as he took her liquid fire in his mouth.
Maddie couldn’t believe what he was doing, what he was saying to her. She could feel her body preparing to take Santara, not sure how that could be so soon after the king had made her come, screaming and yelling. She heard his voice and focused on his words.
“Do you know what you taste like?” She shook her head.
“You taste like you’re ready to take me.” And with those words, he pushed into her aching body.
He was right. Although still tender from the king’s entry, her channel was so slippery that Santara plunged in easily.
“I love being inside you,” he whispered in her ear. “I love the way you grab my cock. I think I’ll start out nice and easy so I can feel just how wet you are.” A few leisurely pumps and he spoke again. “Do you know how erotic it is for me to be sliding inside you knowing that’s you’re slick from the king, knowing that your body’s still warm and soft from making love with him?” All Maddie could do was moan.
Through the sound of the water pouring down around them, she heard the king’s voice. “How does that feel Maddie? His cock sliding through the juice left by my cock. His cock shiny with your essence and mine. I bet you’re smooth and creamy inside.” He moved closer. “Let me see, Santara.”
As Santara slid from her body, King Rochar moved beside her and gently slipped a finger inside her. First one, then two, back and forth in her sleek core. “I’m going to tell you what Santara’s doing while my fingers are deep inside you,” he said to Maddie. “He’s washing his beautiful cock. He must be done with you. No, wait. He’s found the lube and is using those strong hands to anoint his hard-on with it.” He nipped her ear, continuing to pleasure her with his fingers. “I think he has something different in mind.” His tongue touched the pulse in her neck. “Your heart is beating so fast. You must have figured out what he’s going to do. Has a lover ever entered you there, in your ass?” Silence.
“Tell me.”
“Yes,” was all she was able to say.
“Did you like it?” Silence again. “Tell me, or I’ll remove my fingers from your gorgeous body. Did you like it?”
“Yes, yes,” she cried. “It hurt at first, but as soon as he was inside me, I loved it, loved the pleasure that came with the pain.”
That was all that Santara needed to hear.
Maggie gasped as Santara set his cock at the tiny puckered entry. Her last lover had introduced her to anal play, but he was not nearly as generously endowed. She knew there would be pain, yet the idea of having the king’s lover pushing his way inside didn’t frighten her, not with the pleasure she knew awaited. With Santara poised to enter and King Rochar’s talented fingers thrumming inside her, she felt herself being pulled higher and higher. Until the king withdrew his hand, leaving fulfillment just out of reach.
“Don’t stop,” she sobbed. “For Jobin’s sake, don’t leave me so close to the edge.”
“Oh we won’t leave you,” the king said. “Not until we’ve made you come again and again. Now look at me.” Maggie slid her gaze to him and melted as he put his shiny fingers in his mouth and sucked her essence from them. “Your taste is addictive. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you. In my mouth, against my skin, caught between Santara and me.” His erotic words skittered down her spine, like a bolt of Shardian lightning. “Can you feel him right there, ready to shove his way in past that tight ring of flesh?”
Then it was Santara who took over the wooing, the verbal seduction, his breath warm against her ear. “What would you like Rochar to do while I press my cock inside you?” She felt him exert enough pressure to begin to spread the ridged flesh, but not enough to slip inside. “He could play with those gorgeous nipples or he could go back to finger-fucking you.”
Maddie wanted more, but when she pressed her butt back into the curve of his body, silently begging him to enter, all he did was laugh. “Not yet. I would think you’d be used to waiting. Isn’t that what good bounty hunters do, stalk their prey and wait patiently to swoop down and haul them in? And you’re a very good bounty hunter, aren’t you?” She swung her hands back onto his thighs, trying to pull him closer, force him to come into her. But he was too strong for those tactics. “Ah, ah, ah, little hunter. You need to wait until we think you’re ready.”
“I... am... ready,” she said. “Now fuck me.”
Santara had wanted to wait, he really had, but those harsh words dissolved any self control he possessed. He bit her earlobe hoping to make her scream as his cock breached the constricted opening. And she didn’t disappoint him. She howled. The bulbous head of his cock spread her wide before his long, thick shaft slid in and along her tight anal channel. Then he pulled out, only to force his rod in again. Her hands flew up to lie flat on the wall, bracing against the hard rhythm he took up.
“That’s the perfect place to put your hands, my dear Maddie,” King Rochar said. She looked down to see him kneeling at her feet, quivered as he spread her swollen lips, moaned as he tucked his tongue under the hood of her clitoris and tugged at the tender flesh. Her body felt boneless as he licked her slit again and again, sometimes lulling her with light touches that just kissed the surface then firing her with deep, penetrating strokes that weakened her knees.
And all the while Santara’s heavy cock pounded her ass, his balls slapping against her, his hands seeking her breasts, pulling her nipples, twisting them just enough to make her cry out. His hoarse voice whispered against her cheek. “You feel so good. I could fuck you all day and never get tired of that tight channel grabbing me, milking me.”
Voracious in her need to taste him, Maddie wanted to take the back of his head and pull his lips to hers, but he was slamming into her so hard she had to keep both hands on the wall. It was a good thing she did, because as soon as King Rochar thrust his tongue into her slippery centre, she feared her knees would buckle. The simultaneous pleasure of tongue and cock started an orgasm quivering through her body. She shut her eyes as incredible waves of fire starburst through her and felt the king’s hum of delight as she came against his mouth.
With a quick intake of breath, Santara held still inside her, his cock pulsing in time with his heartbeat. She knew he was so close.
“Come for me, Santara,” she said. “Fill me.” With a last few frantic strokes, he jetted his release into her body.
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