With weak and painful arms, Jane managed to hold herself over Zenovia’s wide, wet quim. The scent of her mistress’s musky desire flooded her senses as Jane did as she was bid—tasting, licking, and stroking the soft folds of her quim.
Her own hips were elevated, and Jane felt no surprise when Akenov moved in behind her, grasping her from behind.
“By the gods,” he muttered, pushing himself up against her slick, exposed labia. “Duty be damned.”
She felt the rod of his tool sliding along her arsecrack and then over her slick opening, rubbing sleekly but not penetrating as she ate Zenovia, her tongue and lips moving in desperation to finish, to hide her pleasure, to distract.
But Akenov was determined and skillful, and though he did not slip himself inside her, she felt his growing desire and need pulsing against her little pip, slip-sliding through the crease of her labia as he moved up and down, back and forth between her legs. His breath was ragged, dark, and dusky behind her, and the grip of his fingers on her hips became tighter and more desperate. Without warning, he cursed and flung her aside.
Jane tumbled to the floor with a cry, which was echoed by Zenovia as Akenov plunged inside her wet and waiting quim. They both cried out at once, and Jane lay panting in a heap below them as the bed moved wildly beneath the man’s onslaught on her mistress.
Jane couldn’t keep herself from watching as Akenov pounded into Zenovia, his buttocks flexing like the sleek haunches of a stallion, his powerful thighs bunching and shifting as he moved like a wild thing. Jane herself was hot and damp, and she couldn’t turn her eyes from the sight of his massive cock sliding in and out of the sleek, red cunt she still tasted on her lips and tongue.
Suddenly Zenovia cried out sharply, her eyes flying open as if in utter shock as she bucked up into an orgasm beneath Akenov. He gave two more pumps hard enough to slam her head into the wall where Jane’s chains had originally been fixed, then he arched back as he shot home with one final thrust. He shouted with relief as he froze, still poised over the lean, female body beneath his…but it was Jane he turned to look at.
And it was Jane who saw the pure, desperate desire in his eyes.
She shivered, for she’d seen that look from a man before.
It was the look of one who meant to keep her. Forever.
— IV —
Akenov rolled off Zenovia, who clambered to her hands and knees, chest heaving, breasts swaying. She too was looking at Jane, who remained on the floor, uncertain of her next move.
“That was unexpected,” Zenovia said, glancing meaningfully at Akenov. “But perhaps you have made your point. My lovely slave does make this unpleasant task much more palatable.” She gave Jane such a steely smile that her insides lurched.
“I’m delighted you concur,” replied Akenov. He slid off the bed, and Jane couldn’t keep her eyes from his lean, sculpted torso as he walked past her. His cock, slightly full and still quite intimidating, bounced lightly. “Shall we refresh ourselves before we make a second attempt?” He’d already made his way to the steaming pool on the other side of the room.
“An excellent notion.” Zenovia gestured sharply for Jane to stand. “You will serve us, slave.”
Jane’s legs were unsteady, but she stood and made her way to the pool. Next to it was a long, low table laden with food and drink. There was an array of plump cushions and ottomans on the floor.
“An excellent idea,” Akenov said, sliding his beautiful body into the water. He groaned with pleasure as he settled into place, and Jane saw that unlike the pool in Zenovia’s private chamber, this one was only deep enough to reach one’s armpits when sitting. There was just enough room for four people to sit upright.
Zenovia eased herself into the pool. “Bring mead and cheese, Jane.”
Though her legs were barely steady enough to carry her, Jane did as she was bid. All the while she prepared their food, she thought about how to get to Zaren. How could she escape her mistress—and then how would she even find him?
I’ll find a way. I haven’t made it though so many dangers to give up now. I’m a survivor.
But now, for the first time, Jane felt truly alone. Always before, she knew Zaren was waiting for her—that he was coming for her, just as she had been going toward him.
Now…there was a large, empty hole inside her. A pit of worry and fear. Had he really given her up?
Jane used a tray to deliver an array of cheese, grapes, and bread, which she set on the floor next to the pool. Then she returned to the table for a silver goblet to give to each of them. Each time she turned her back to prepare the offerings, she managed to sneak several bites of cheese and handfuls of grapes and nuts into her mouth without either of them noticing. They tasted like ambrosia, and she was even able to take a long drink of cold minted tea to soothe the throat that had sobbed and cried and sighed so vehemently.
“Bring the drink to me,” Akenov ordered when she turned, holding a carafe of mead. He sat in the water, angled so he was submerged to his throat. His head tilted back at the edge of the pool, and his eyes were trained on Jane. If he’d noticed her sneaking the food, he at least didn’t seem to care. Perhaps he was smart enough to realize that she needed to keep up her strength.
Jane approached with the carafe, intending to pour from it into his goblet. But Akenov had other plans. “Into the water, my precious,” he said, turning to raise a brow at Zenovia when she would have protested. “Trust me, my lady concubine.”
Jane obeyed, lowering herself into the steaming, scented water on shaky knees. It felt glorious, but she hardly had time to enjoy the way the heat eased her muscles and soothed her tortured body, for Akenov dragged her over to him the moment she stepped onto the floor of the pool.
She still carried the carafe of mead, and he took it from her as he settled her onto his lap. The water swished and surged around them, brushing the bottom of her breasts like a sensual hand as Akenov positioned her so that she faced Zenovia with her legs hanging over the side of one of Akenov’s thighs. She felt the nudge of his cock—ready once more, bobbing beneath the surface—against her leg.
“Comfortable?” he asked dryly, then took her hand and closed it around his member. “There you go, my precious. Nice and tight. And now…yes, you know what to do,” he said, sighing with delight as Jane automatically began to stroke his thick length.
She couldn’t help herself: it was there, bumping against the outside of her leg. His tool was smooth and soft, yet hard as iron—and the very touch of that velvety skin and pulsing flesh was arousing to her.
“Now, then,” he said, “lie back—hold on to me, there, don’t let go—and float.”
Jane felt his hands guide her so that her legs lifted to the surface of the water and her head tipped back, resting on the edge of the small pool. Her breasts rose up out of the steaming bath like creamy white islands tipped with saucy nipples, and Akenov immediately bent to suck on one of them. Jane sighed as he drew her deeply into his mouth, licking and laving over her with a hot, slick mouth.
She held on to his solid cock as if it were an anchor while she floated and shifted on the water, little waves lapping over her belly and open thighs as he toyed with her breasts, kissing, licking, and fondling them in turn. His scorching, wet mouth and greedy hands plumped and teased her, slipping and dancing and pinching gently to coax her into a loose-limbed state of arousal.
Jane was already nearly to her peak, with sharp darts of lust constantly stabbing her belly as he sucked firmly on her, drawing her flesh high and hard and tightly into his mouth, when she felt Zenovia move toward them in a surge of water. Two greedy hands slid beneath her arse, lifting it just up and out of the water so that her thighs opened wide, exposing Jane’s engorged quim to her mistress’s avid gaze.
Zenovia gave a soft moan, then buried her face there, her mouth latching on to the tiny, hooded pearl already bursting from its protective hood. Jane cried out with surprise and pleasure as the strong, slick tongue found her th
ere and began to jiggle and vibrate wildly against the engorged pip, licking and sliding and flickering over her pulsing flesh. Pleasure arced through her, clogging her breath and emptying her mind…scorching her body. Akenov lifted his head, his dark eyes watching her with dilated pupils and burning lust as he continued to play with her breasts—squeezing, tweaking, teasing with busy fingers.
“Oh,” Jane moaned, shivering against Akenov’s mouth and Zenovia’s as well. “Oh!” She couldn’t hold back from reaching the peak, and Jane bucked up into her mistress’s lips as she came, hard and wet, with her own little rush of female juices and a sharp jerking of her hips.
“Mmmm,” Zenovia said after a long moment of riding her, licking and teasing and holding her at the edge, on and on, until Jane cried out in desperation for reprieve. The chieftain queen finally released her and lifted her face, full lips glistening with Jane’s wetness, and met her eyes over her slave’s widespread legs. “Now come to me, slave,” she ordered in a dusky, rough voice.
Akenov’s rod was straining inside Jane’s grip, but he hadn’t yet climaxed—though she felt the unmistakable sensation of his cum gathering up and ready to go. When her mistress ordered her to move, Jane had no choice but to relax her grip on his cock as she was pulled through the water to the woman.
Zenovia brought Jane’s hand roughly, covering her own hot and swollen labia with it as she sagged against the wall of the pool. “Pleasure me,” she ordered unnecessarily, bringing Jane’s other hand to her breast.
Jane did as she was bid, finding the tiny nub at her mistress’s wet quim and using her thumb to explore a long, thick nipple. Just as she began to stroke and tease, Akenov moved. The hot water splashed and slapped against the sides of the pool as he surged toward them, sliding his hands around Jane from behind and covering her breasts.
She felt the strong, solid length of his cock easing beneath the parting of her arse, along the underside of her quim, and it felt hot even in the steaming water. Jane shivered a little when he pressed against her sensitive flesh, then moaned as his hands continued their exploration of her breasts. He would not leave her alone, and her body could not resist the arousing touch.
He fondled her from behind, his mouth hot and wet on her neck and shoulders, his cock sliding teasingly along the channel of her nether lips—back and forth, back and forth. All the while, Jane concentrated on stroking and teasing her mistress, who groaned and shivered beneath her ministrations, arching up in the water as her pleasure came nearly to peak.
Suddenly, Akenov moved, sharp and hard, and he thrust deep inside Zenovia’s cunt. Jane gasped in surprise as his cock plunged past her fingers, slamming her into Zenovia’s torso and crushing her hand between them.
The chieftain’s eyes bolted open with shock and pleasure, and she grabbed Jane’s hips automatically, yanking her forward, closer, as Akenov began to pump and thrust from behind. Jane was sandwiched between them, her mouth suddenly dragged to Zenovia’s as Akenov’s hands squeezed and molded her breasts as he and Zenovia slipped into a violent rhythm.
Jane rocked and the water splashed, her mouth smothered by her mistress’s, her breasts crushed and abused, her hand trapped between three bodies. She felt every bit of the slide and thrust as Akenov’s cock plunged into Zenovia, her fingers somehow caught up in the movement and sliding inside with his tool, up against the tiny nib of pleasure, along the length of his tumescent rod. It was exciting and titillating, utterly sensate, hot and erotic as she slipped and slid, banged around, and was helpless to move or even to breathe. Her mind was filled only with the smells and senses of heat and musk and wet and duskiness.
All at once, Akenov exploded sharply, surging so fast and hard that Jane smashed into her female lover, their mouths jolting apart as she lost her breath.
Zenovia cried out and bucked. Jane felt her pulsing strongly beneath her hand, the little pearl exploding into shudders and vibrations. She sagged with relief, her breasts tight and aroused, her quim full and ready, but her body utterly exhausted.
Akenov pulled away, but instead of going alone, he brought Jane with him, floating her backward in the water as he settled back into his place on the opposite side of the tub. His hands were strong and hard, holding her tender body firmly against him.
“I’m thirsty,” he said, his eyes still dark and glittery. They also said, I’m hungry, and Jane was once again struck by the lust and possession in his gaze. A pang of response shuttled through her and she looked away, still a little out of breath from the activity. “Ease my thirst,” he said, reaching for the carafe of mead sitting on the edge of the pool.
Jane took it obediently, her hands trembling a little from exhaustion, and lifted it to his sculpted lips. But he shook his head sharply. “No. Take it into your own mouth—as you do my cock—and then give it back to me. I want it warmed by your lips.”
Jane swallowed hard, suddenly hotter than ever at the thought of such an action. That seemed, somehow, more intimate than anything else she’d yet experienced at his hands—and from the look in his eyes, she knew he felt the same.
Zenovia will punish you. She will torture you, she told herself. For Jane knew she would be unable to keep the arousal at bay when she came mouth to mouth with Akenov, so slowly and sensually.
Nevertheless, she lifted the carafe to her lips and took in a good mouthful, swallowing it for her own hydration, then immediately taking another. Then, feeling the weight of his eyes on her, she moved closer to Akenov, who waited, sitting back easily, for her to tend to his needs.
This was new and different, and Jane felt her hands growing slick from sweat—not the pool water—as she positioned them on his broad shoulders in order to lean in closely. His lips were half parted, and when she touched hers to his, he opened slowly.
The sweet, heavy mead mingled between their mouths as he pulled her close in a sudden, sensual kiss. Jane nearly choked at first, taken by surprise at the sudden onslaught…but then she slipped into the sensation of lush honey and tangled tongues, her eyes closing as he sucked every bit of the drink from her mouth.
“More,” he ordered, releasing her suddenly.
Oh, God, his eyes were filled with wickedness and determination. Jane shivered, for she knew—she knew—whatever happened would not bode well for her. His determination to have her—in every way—was so obvious she knew Zenovia couldn’t help but see it. And surely her mistress would not allow this insult to go unpunished.
Yet…thus far she had done so, and that knowledge alone filled Jane with terror as she took in another mouthful of the cloying, syrupy mead. If Zenovia didn’t take out her fury on Akenov, it would be Jane who felt the lash of her whip—or whatever torture it might be.
She went cold at the thought, fighting increasing apprehension as Akenov waited once more for her to service him. This time, he didn’t touch her…just waited for her to climb up onto his body, lean forward and cover his mouth, and then thrust her own tongue inside to open him to her.
She felt the telltale shift of his cock beneath the water, then the movement of a hand as it came to touch her once again in her most sensitive of places. All at once, she realized how easily he could slip inside her—how quickly and readily he could manage it before Zenovia even realized it—and she experienced a sharp rush of desire. He was so close…so near, it would be so easy for him to fill her, to slide inside and pleasure her in a way that a woman was unable to—
“Enough.” Zenovia’s sharp command cut through the fog of Jane’s desire. “You go too far, Akenov.”
Jane was yanked from her perch on Akenov’s lap, the carafe of mead spilling into the pool. All at once, the thick, sweet scent filled the air as the drink was absorbed into the warm water. As Jane found herself back in Zenovia’s grip, Akenov rescued the carafe before it fell to the bottom and shattered.
“You are quite attached to the little slave, aren’t you, my lady concubine?” he said. “Best beware, my lady—for such possessiveness will be your undoing.”
“And such familiarity and arrogance shall be yours,” Zenovia said. “Now, you have thus far completed your duty twice this evening. Perhaps we shall be finished for the night.”
He shook his head. “If you are quite exhausted, my lady, feel free to take yourself to rest. I, on the other hand,” he said, looking directly at Jane, “have only just begun to enjoy the spoils of our agreement.”
— V —
Jane woke slowly.
It was dark and shadowed, and she couldn’t know what time it was, for the hours of the afternoon had seemed to stretch forever into evening—and then started over, going on for forever once more as night fell and Akenov and Zenovia continued to plunder her body.
She ached everywhere, yet still felt the soft pulsing from a well-pleasured pip. She was warm and damp, and the chamber in which she lay was dim and shadowed but for a soft gray light coming from beyond.
She was still in the same chamber where Akenov and Zenovia had shared her between them in the steaming hot pool. Jane had been passed back and forth, pushed through the water from one to the other for so long that her fingers and toes were crinkled at the pads and her knees were hardly strong enough to stand.
At one point, Akenov and Zenovia had each latched on to one of her breasts, kissing, licking, swirling their tongues around and nibbling with warm, moist lips in a sort of erotic competition. Jane had cried and twisted and arched, nearly drowning herself at one point when the pleasure became so intense she couldn’t keep her head above the water.
And still they suckled and licked, still each of them teased and played with her until the fiery orgasm ripped through Jane, and she was released, choking and frantically battling back to herself to find footing on the bottom of the pool.
Even that wasn’t enough, for Zenovia wanted more. She made Jane straddle her on the edge of the pool so she could play with her breasts while forcing Jane to tease her swollen pip into a climax of its own.
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