Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Exchanging the cloth for a clean one, I watched as he dampened it and then poured drops of scented oil onto it from a crystal cruet filled with the golden, swirling tincture. Leaning in low, his left hand reached for my womanhood, gently parting the lips of my labia and soothing a corner of the cloth in concentric circles around the nub of my clit. As he rubbed, an increasingly more powerful sense of erotic desire burst open—almost but just stopping short of causing me to orgasm.
“Keep going,” I murmured, rocking my hips toward my attendant. His hand continued circling my clit, but the release would not come. He would not let it. Just as I felt it would burst, he seemed to sense it and moved the cloth.
“Please let me,” I begged.
He said nothing.
“You like how that feels, Biba?” Zephyr asked with a malicious grin. “You might call it an old recipe of the Kings. You won’t find it anywhere else, that I promise you. The effect won’t wear off for days unless you are fucked dry of it.”
Breathing hard, I said, “This is what keeps the girls clinging to you.”
“Power is what keeps them close to me. This salve is just a bonus. I am the King of Swords.” He was rubbing himself, and even in the dimness, I could see he was hard and protruding.
“Yes, Zephyr, please give it to me.” I could hardly believe it when I heard my own words.
“Prove you want it, Biba. Prove it to me.”
Just then, the two robed figures removed their masks. They were Arvo and Sol.
Before I could respond, I was forced to my knees between them. Arvo grinned and let his robe slide to the stone floor. He was fully naked underneath, that lean, muscular body shaved hairless for swimming, his cock hard and ready.
I dove forward and drew his smooth, heavy balls between my hungry lips. I heard him groan with delight as I sucked and licked his sack. He stroked himself and clutched my hair. I sensed that Sol was approaching from behind and glanced up just in time to feel him rub his own throbbing erection against my cheek.
I turned my head and opened wide. Sol’s rosy, dripping head went right down my throat.
“Oh, yeah,” he moaned, “take that cock, baby. Get it nice and wet.”
“We’ll all have you before the night is out,” Arvo promised. Then, he pulled my head around his way to suck him a bit.
So, it went for a while, with Sol and Arvo taking turns fucking my mouth. Whenever Arvo was between my lips, his sensual, olive-skinned companion reached down and caressed my soaking quim with his dexterous fingers.
Just as Zephyr promised, my growing ecstasy never reached its apex. It just kept building until I couldn’t think or speak. I just moaned in stymied agony as the two Kings jammed both their thick cocks into my compliant mouth.
“Enough,” Zephyr declared at last.
Without missing a beat, Sol and Arvo withdrew their meat from my lips and stepped back. Both looked winded. Their toned bodies glistened with sweat, their insistent rods stood defiantly, begging for relief.
Zephyr had stripped while I blew his compatriots. Now he towered above me, slowly jerking himself as he bit his lower lip with anticipation. Stripped completely nude, his muscular torso tensed with an intense hunger for my body. I could now see that ink above his navel as just the beginning. Above the X of swords was a crown with rays of intense gold light radiating from it.
The King of Swords, indeed.
“I hope you enjoyed your preamble,” he said. “It’s time for the main event.”
I felt the cuffs come off. Sol and Arvo grabbed me by my shoulders and legs and laid me flat on the rough floor. They held my legs open, and Sol spread my labia.
“I think she’s ready,” he announced.
“I want to hear it from her,” Zephyr replied. “Are you ready to be deflowered by a King?”
I had regained my powers of speech, but in the fog of arousal, all I could muster was a nod and a whisper.
“Please, yes.”
“As you wish.”
Zephyr kneeled between my legs and rested the head of his huge staff against my entry. He nodded to Arvo, who cupped my breast and lowered his mouth to my taut nipple. Suddenly, he clamped his teeth on it. The immediate sharp pain came simultaneously with Zephyr’s first thrust.
I cried out in joy and shock. All at once, Zephyr breached my maiden’s head and filled me to the hilt. An aching warmth spread through my body. I felt stretched and soothed all at once.
“Keep going,” I breathed. “Fuck me ‘til I can’t come anymore.”
Zephyr leaned forward and kissed me passionately. His tongue danced with mine, and for a moment, it was just him and me. Between my thighs, he rolled his hips like the surf against the shore. I couldn’t have imagined how deep he would fill me or how wonderful it would feel. Each thrust was a stronger wave, lifting me closer to my pinnacle.