Filled!

by Lexi Hots

  “Cullen, take me away from here… run away with me… I want you and only you.”

  “Yes, Shania, yes.” Cullen nodded, opening his arms wide to let her fly into his embrace. “I will take you away, to a place where only we will be… safe and free… with our child.”

  “Oh, Cullen.” Shania wept. “Yes, Cullen… I would love that very much.”

  “Yeah, well, you can do all that after we have put many miles between us and the soldiers that will be hunting us down.” Nagynia quipped, her hands on her curvy hips, a look of irritation on her lovely face at the couple necking before her. “I say, you can rekindle your lost love later. It’s time we put those fresh horses to good use.”

  “Yes, of course.” Cullen nodded, composing himself and feeling a little embarrassed at his show of emotion. “Mount up, ladies. We have a long ride of a dozen or so days ahead of us.”

  “But the Western Kingdom is only three days away.” Shania said in wonderment.

  “Yes, it is, your majesty.” Nagynia almost sneered as she mounted the chestnut mare, leaving the white one for Shania. “But we have to keep off the main roads to avoid the patrols that will be hunting for us come the sunrise.”

  “We will travel east, further into the kingdom, then cut off north, and then north-west, skirting along the valley between the high Eagle Crest Mountains.” Cullen settled into the saddle on his great black and laid out his planned route. “Once we are in the North Country, it is a hard six days ride to the harsh lands of the Clans.”

  “I am prepared to go anywhere with you, Cullen.” Shania whispered; a strange veil of humility overcoming her. “…even to the gates of Hell and beyond.”

  “This ride may as well be that, princess.” Nagynia laughed, riding up beside the couple. “Let’s be on our way, children… let’s make these horses worth the gold they’ve been paid for.”

  * * * * *

  For three and a half days they kept to the hidden roads, travelling first deeper into the Southern kingdom before finally heading back north-west. The horses served them well, making good ground each day. Cullen’s sense of direction and skills to avoid patrols kept them away from trouble most of the way. Those robbers and highway men foolish enough to accost them learnt the hard way not to meddle with a highland man travelling with two lovely women.

  On the fourth day Cullen led them into the infamous wasteland that lay between the borders of the Southern kingdom and the looming mountains of the northern lands. Miles and miles of empty desert they would have to cross. He glanced at the two women riding along beside him. Shania’s emerald eyes shone at him, telling him that she had complete faith in his judgment. And strangely he got the same feeling when he looked at the dark haired lascivious noblewoman.

  “The journey will get harder from here, much harder.” Cullen said somberly, patting the lathered neck of the great black he was sitting on. “We have six days to cross this hell or we will die.”

  “I will go anywhere with you, Cullen.” Shania replied with a smile.

  “As will I.” Nagynia said even louder.

  “You don’t have to do this, My Lady.” Cullen told the brunette. “You can ride back to the west, and return to your luxurious life as a noble.”

  “After this, I have nothing to go back there to.” She looked at him intensely. “Draco will have known my part in all this by now. He will have a price on my head, no doubt.”

  “What will you do?” Shania sounded concerned. “You need not risk your life with us.”

  “I will stay by your side, Cullen, until you throw my carcass to the dogs.” Nagynia said resolutely.

  “Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better.” Shania glared at the other woman.

  “You have nothing to fear, princess.” Nagynia caressed the redhead’s arm. “I will stand by you as well.”

  “That will remain to be seen.” Shania snorted and kicked her horse forward.

  Cullen gave Nagynia a shrug and a smile and nudged his mount in stride after the princess, urging the noblewoman to follow.

  The immense north-western wasteland spread out before them in an apparently boundless stretch of barren sand and gravel. The ground under the horses was parched and wide cracks criss-crossed it under the blazing fury of the midday sun. No clouds dotted the bright, barren sky above and the only shade there had been their own. The hot wind seared their skins and made their lungs go dry. Cullen shielded his eyes from the heat and peered into the distance, and then all around him, there was not much difference in the view. The gloomy forest of the Southern Kingdom now three and a half days behind them, he dreaded the journey through the vast desert of the north-west with two women in tow. He had crossed this emptiness before, when he was hunted by other mercenaries and knew his way, but his concern was for the two nubile companions and their inability to endure the hardships he was accustomed to. Yet he admired their tenacity and the faith they had in him.

  The last three days through the unforgiving desert began to take its toll on the fugitives. They were out of food and down to the last of the warm, tepid water. The mercenary lifted his near empty waterskin to his mouth. A few droplets were all that touched his parched lips. He felt lightheaded and steadied the horse under him.

  “The water’s all gone,” Shania said, almost sobbing. She held up her own empty waterskin and shook her head.

  They had two more days of riding to reach the nearest north-western settlement. Cullen exhaled heavily and brought his horse to a halt. Shania reined in her white horse beside him. Glancing back at the straggling Nagynia on the chestnut, Cullen waved at her to catch up, gesturing to ask if she had any water. They had decided to speak as little as possible to conserve energy and moisture. Nagynia shrugged her rounded shoulders and tapped on the flat waterskin as it hung sagging at the side of her saddle, as empty as the others. The three of them rode on silently for another mile. Cullen felt a strange prick of anxiety as he pondered on what to without any water to drink. It was pointless to think on it overmuch, without water they would die of thirst.

  He looked dully to this left as Nagynia rode up beside him. She lifted a tired arm and pointed at Shania. Cullen glanced at her in wonderment. The noblewoman clutched one of her own bulging breasts and then pointed to Shania again. Cullen’s eyes narrowed and he spotted what Nagynia was pointed at. Shania’s dress was damp over the chest area, her breast milk oozing into the rich material. Nagynia stuck her thumb into her mouth and sucked on it, raising her brow at Cullen. He stifled a laugh and nodded. He liked the idea, after all it was only milk and could slake their thirst for the time being.

  “What are you two staring at me for?” Shania licked her parched lips and spoke through her dry and painful throat.

  “Your milk, my dear.” Nagynia rasped. “Your sweet nurturing milk... will save our lives.”

  “What? No!” Shania cried hoarsely. “You are insane.”

  “No, we are doomed.” Cullen grunted. “Your milk is our only chance.”

  “No,” Shania feebly protested as Cullen dragged her off the horse and lay her down against him.

  Nagynia pulled down the top of the princess’ dress and squeezed one of her full, milk laden breasts. A thick white liquid oozed out and the noblewoman immediately planted her hungry lips on the swollen nipple and began sucking. Cullen did the same with the other breast. Shania tried to scream but her throat was too dry. She grabbed them weakly by the hair and ended up caressing them as they greedily sucked her breasts.

  “Mmmhh, so good, so sweet.” Nagynia looked up at the princess, her lips smeared with milk. “Open your mouth, princess, and drink your milk from my mouth.”

  Shania nodded weakly and the noblewoman sucked hard on Shania’s left breast’ filling her mouth with fresh milk and then dribbled it out over Shania’s open mouth. Parched to the point of going insane, Shania gratefully accepted her own milk from the other woman’s mouth, mixed in her saliva and all. Cullen did the same next and Shania felt her mind easing as the
sweet warm liquid went down her throat. She began to moan as the two continued sucking on her sensitive breasts, making her body feel like it was on pins and needles.

  ‘The princess has saved us.” Nagynia grinned. “And she is in need to saving too.”

  “Oh, please.” Shania moaned. “Keep sucking my breasts.”

  Nagynia winked at Cullen and slid a hand up Shania’s skirt. The princess immediately spread her legs to accommodate her touch. The noblewoman’s eyes lit up as she left a familiar warm dampness between the princess thighs.

  “Shania has more drink to offer, my handsome barbarian.” Nagynia purred at Cullen. “Is it true that North men like you have the strength to take on more than one woman several times in one night?”

  “You would be in a good position to know that, My Lady.” Cullen grinned, thrusting up his hips and letting his huge erection peep out from under his heavy kilt. Sucking on Shania’s swollen breasts had invigorated him in more ways than one.

  “What do you say, Princess?” Nagynia slipped a finger into Shania’s hot, wet pussy. “Are you large hearted enough to share your man with a friend, especially one who is saving your life.”

  “I will share nothing with you, bitch.” Shania moaned. “Nothing save my Cullen. You have earned that privilege again… oh, yes; keep doing that to my pussy.”

  In the middle of the scorching desert, the merciless sun high in the sky, the three sexually charged fugitives dropped every stitch of clothing they had and under the shadow of the horses moved into to each other’s pleasure zones.

  Cullen leaned back on his elbows, his massive fifteen inches of steel hard cock standing up like a weapon of war with his pre-cum oozing out of the stout head and trickling down the thick length of the shaft. Shania squatted down to his left and Nagynia to his right. Both women took a two handed grip on the mercenary’s immense girth and glared at each other.

  “Ladies, be nice.” Cullen sighed. “I have plenty to go around.”

  “I want all of you to myself.” Shania hissed, yanking his cock toward her.

  “You’ll have to fight me for it.” Nagynia gnashed her teeth, yanking it close to her and kissing the cockhead.

  “That’s mine, bitch.” Shania pushed her head over Cullen’s cock and took one side of the sleek cockhead into her hungry mouth.

  “No, mine.” Nagynia moved in, sucking hard on the other side of Cullen’s apple-like cockhead, her lips wrestling with Shania’s for more of his cock.

  The mercenary jerked his hips upward, making his cock slide up through their hungry lips. The sensation of two hungry mouths all over his sensitive cock drove him crazy. The wild women chased his cock as it slid upward, their lips and tongues entwining over his rock hard flesh. He dropped his hips again, sliding his cock down and away from their frenzied lips. The two women ended up kissing each other over the surging cock. They moaned into each other’s mouths as their slender hands roamed all over Cullen’s naked, battle hardened body.

  The mercenary had heard of women pleasuring one another before, but he had not seen any with his own eyes. The sight of the two loveliest women he knew kissing and moaning over him heightened his arousal like never before. He pushed his cock back up between their locked lips and they broke apart to accommodate him again. Shania moved over his cock, taking the stout head into her mouth hand sucking on it vigorously as Nagynia moved down the fifteen inch shaft, her slobbering tongue soaking it all the way down. The noblewoman took one of his tight balls into her mouth and sucked on it hard, sending shivers down his spine. Her tongue had a life of its own as she stuck it in under his balls and tickled his tight bunghole, making him jerk up and push more of his thick meat into Shania’s hungry mouth. The princess welcomed it, making gurgling noises as Cullen’s massive dong made her drool all over the tensed flesh.

  “Oh, by the gods of war…” Cullen groaned, throwing his head back. “I have died and this is Valhalla.”

  The mercenary reached out and placed each of his large hands on a plush rump as the two women slobbered over his humongous cock. He slipped a thick finger in each of the wet pussies, making the women gasp and moan all over his surging arousal. The pair of lips and tongues worked up a fury and Shania stroked the length of his shaft with frantic urgency as Nagynia massaged his roiling balls with her small tender hands. Cullen could feel his cum bubbling over and beginning to escape from the confines of his tortured loins. He groaned out loud and jammed his fingers deeper into the two sopping vaginas. His rock hard belly clenched and he shuddered as a thick stream of his sizzling cum exploded like a hot spring.

  Shania greedily caught the most of the first few blasts, swallowing hard and licking away like a dog on a bone. Nagynia snarled and pushed her face away, pulling the cum-spewing cock head into her wide open mouth. The haughty princess laughed, licking her lips and fingers and watched lustfully as the hated woman greedily swallowed her lover’s cum.

  “Drink up, you whore.” Shania pinched the brunette’s nipples hard. “I’m sure he’s got enough for the two of us. And between his juice and my milk we can survive anything this desert can throw at us.”

  “You’re no less a whore than I, you blue blooded bitch.” Nagynia grinned, looking up from her tasty treat. “And you’ve got my pussy bubbling as much for you as it is for him.”

  “What are you suggesting, you lowly tart, that you wish to copulate with me?” Shania feigned surprise.

  “The thought has often crossed my mind, and I am that kind of woman.” Nagynia purred and lapped up the last of Cullen’s dribbling mess.

  “What do you say, mercenary?” Shania looked at the satisfied man as he lay back and breathed heavily. “Would you like to watch your two lovers make love to each other instead of you… for some time?”

  “Aye, for some time… that might suffice for me to regain my strength.” Cullen sighed. “For you two wild women have me spent quite well indeed.”

  Nagynia laughed and moved in on the princess as she lay her naked body down on the cloaks spread on the hot sand. She crawled over the princess from the top, kissing her lips in upside down position. The two women sucked on each other lips and tongues ravenously, tasting Cullen’s seed on their lips. Watching them made the mercenary’s mammoth member stir to life again as Nagynia moved lower along Shania’s body until her pendulous breasts smothered the princess face from above. Shania took one full breast in her mouth, sucking hard on the nipple and areola, making the brunette moan out load and grab one of Shania’s full breasts. She sucked on the princess, drinking more of her milk even as the princess sucked on her.

  Cullen grunted, grasping at his rising erection, his eyes feasting on the two luscious women suckling on each other before him. His face lit up when Nagynia moved further down Shania’s writhing body, kissing her belly and pelvis, until the women were in a perfect sixty-nine; each one’s hungry mouth on the other’s wet pussy. They went to work on each other, their muffled moans and whimpers got Cullen’s cock to surge up and dribble down a fresh trickle of pre-cum. The mercenary had never been so turned on in his life before, never had his cock surged so powerfully as it had then, throbbing uncontrollably before him.

  The moans and whimpers of the two lusty women grew more frantic and high pitched, as did their hungry assault on each other‘s hot pussies. One of the horses neighed its annoyance as it tried to get some sleep. Cullen had seen enough. His steel hard cock would explode it he did nothing but watch. He clambered up and got on his knees before Shania’s spread out legs. Nagynia looked up at the monster cock hovering before her face and licked her lips.

  “Come on, barbarian… stick that piece of art into her pussy.” The noblewoman said hoarsely. “And then let it out for me to taste… come on.”

  Cullen nodded in agreement and placed his cock at the wide opening of the princess dripping pussy. Nagynia couldn’t resist flicking her tongue out at the swollen pee slit, making the barbarian mercenary shudder. He grunted and pushed his cock hard, spearing the red hai
red beauty all the way to the hilt. Slowly he pulled out again and repeated his push. Nagynia’s tongue laced along the thick shaft as he continued fucking Shania.

  The princess stiffened at the fullness in her belly, clamping her lips down hard on the brunette’s pussy over her face. Nagynia squealed and ground her hips into the princess face. She had a few of such threesomes before and even a four, but this one was special. The princess and the mercenary had taken her to heights of sensual delight like never before. She waited for Cullen’s cock to exit Shania’s pussy, dripping in her juices, and then took it in her mouth, savoring the heady concoction of his taste and the princess’ at once.

  “Oh, by the gods…” Shania moaned. “I have been living like a fool all my life… denying myself such pleasures… but no more… fuck me, Cullen, fuck this highborn until she’s as low as a slave of the pits.”

  “Oh, he is, he is, your highness,” Nagynia slurred, slobbering all over his cock and the redhead’s pussy. “And there’s no better life than this.”

  “You can’t be too far off with that.” Cullen grunted and grabbed Nagynia, lifting her up like a rag doll and kissing her lips savagely as he pounded away at Shania.

  The dark haired noblewoman grasped at his head, sucking hard on his tongue as his callused hands dug into the soft yielding flesh of her back and buttocks. He lifted her even higher, sliding her breasts and belly over his hungry mouth as she arched her back and leaned backward; her long luxuriant raven tresses cascading down over the princess’ quivering belly.

  Shania looked up at her lover lapping up another woman’s pussy as he fucked her. Instead of feelings of envy, she was turned on even more. Her tight pussy jammed down hard over his thickness and her belly clenched, Nagynia’s hair tickling her skin made the pleasurable sensations all over her body amplify.

  Suddenly Cullen flipped Nagynia’s supple young body and lowered her over the princess’s welcoming arms. The two women kissed and caressed each other’s hair and faces, moaning and whimpering. Nagynia arched her back, pushing her plush behind up at Cullen, her inviting pussy dripping all over his cock as her hammered away at Shania. He looked down at the enticing sight and his cock throbbed even harder inside the princess.