Akbar thrust hard and fast, forcing his way deeper and deeper. He would pull almost all of the way out, and then thrust in again. That man made me feel every inch of him. It was beyond amazing. It didn't take long before he was fully sheathed inside me, and then really started fucking the shit out of me. That bastard totally trashed my pussy.
"Aaaagh!" I cried when my body erupted with insane pleasure. It pulsed through me. I bucked and writhed, clutching at his shoulders. I think my brain went blank for a while. It was the best climax ever. "Oooooh, milord."
It wasn't over. Akbar wasn't done with me yet. He kept right on fucking me, and made me come again. And again. I swear, he could fuck forever. It started becoming stressful. Kind of scary.
"Please milord, mercy," I begged.
"Ha!" he cried, and I felt him coming deep inside me. He came again and again. "She's yours." He grabbed my chin, squeezing painfully hard. "I expect you to be just as giving to my officers, Hassan and Khalid."
Captain Akbar slowly pulled out, followed by a gush of hot cum. He lowered my feet to the floor and stepped back. I had to lean against the wall to stay up. My legs were shaky, rubbery. And then I saw them. Akbar's two lieutenants were the same two from the day before.
"When did you come in?"
"While you were screaming in ecstasy," Lieutenant Hassan said.
"You were distracted," Lieutenant Khalid said, smirking.
"I guess I was," I said, panting and worrying my lip. My body was overheated, trembling, and my belly was quivering like crazy. I felt weak and helpless, and knew they were about to take turns fucking me. "Please, can I have a few minutes to recover?"
"We don't have time for that," Khalid said.
"In fact, we have to take you at the same time," Hassan said, wagging his brows. "So sorry, but we can't keep the king waiting, now can we?"
"What? King? Same time?" I whispered, trying to wrap my spinning head around everything. "The king wants me?"
"I'm sure he does," Akbar said. "But first, you have to pay for our time and effort."
I think there were meanings within meanings, but I wasn't in any condition to sort them out. Khalid and Hassan were coming towards me with their armor off and their big cocks out. I couldn't help but remember the shadow men taking me two at once, one in my mouth and the other in my pussy.
Gives all new meaning to bend over and take it like a man, I thought.
Hassan grabbed my wrist and yanked me away from the wall. Before I knew it, he wrapped me up in his thick, strong arms and kissed me. Then he shoved me to Khalid who did the same. And he shoved me back to Hassan, and back to Khalid. Soon my brain all but shut down. My world devolved into arms, hands, lips, and lots of groping.
"Stop wasting time," Akbar said. "Fuck her."
"Yes, sir," Khalid said, gathering me up in his arms. He kissed me again, quick and demanding. Then he forced me to bend over at the waist. It was the shadow men all over again. Until Khalid thrust up my ass. "Aaaah."
"Aaaiiieee!" I cried. "Oh. My. God!"
"Ha-ha!" Khalid laughed. "Got her good."
"Good isn't…uggh…how I'd describe it," I said through clenched teeth. He thrust slow and steady, in and out, in and out. The pain began to fade, and pleasure started to replace it. Mostly, though, it just felt stressful. I didn't remember his dick being that big. "Oooooh."
"It's going to get better," Khalid said. He grabbed me behind my knees and lifted me off the ground. The guard officer stumbled back against the wall, and then started thrusting up into me again. "She's ready, Hassan."
"Ready for what?" I asked, eyes huge. Hassan grinned with wicked glee, as he pressed in between my lifted and spread legs. I watch dumbfounded as he guided his erection straight into my exposed and vulnerable pussy. "Uggh!"
Hassan thrust all the way inside me with one long, slow stroke. Completely sheathed himself. I felt that penetration in my toes. My pussy was still quivering from all of the orgasms Akbar ripped out of me. Only now two cocks were rocking my world.
"Oh. My. God."
Khalid humped my ass hard and fast, while Hassan took his time and enjoyed a slow, steady stroke. They totally messed up my insides, my emotions, and my head. I was more than a hot mess, I was an overheated, panting, squealing mess. I writhed and wiggled, kicked and bucked. They held me tight between them, and fucked the living crap out of me.
"You should…ugh…change your name," Hassan grunted out. "To Tania Cockslayer."
The men all laughed. I wasn't capable of speech. Grunts and groans bubbled out of my mouth as they fucked and fucked and fucked me. It seemed to go on forever. It didn't take long before my body responded in the most profound way.
"Aaaggh!" I cried as an orgasm consumed my body and mind. Black and white flashed behind my eyes. "Oooooooh."
Chapter 6
Whether it was a dream or a journey, my little adventure was almost over. I was on all fours, crawling into King Khaffin's throne room. Yeah, I was naked, only wearing my thigh boots and bracers. Oleric's head, still in the sack, rode on my back. Captain Akbar walked beside me, giving my naked butt smacks every time I slowed or wavered.
"Your Majesty, the foreign whore, Tania Dragonslayer, brings you the King of Shadows' head," Captain Akbar declared loudly.
He took the sack, and dumped the head at King Khaffin's feet. The king smiled, and kicked it away. His pleasure vanished when he looked at me.
"Took you long enough," King Khaffin said.
"King Khaffin, I did as you asked," I said. "I think I – "
"Silence!" King Khaffin said. He glared at me. I cringed. "You are such an insolent woman." He paused to look me over appreciatively. "You look good on your knees."
"So I've been told," I whispered.
I covertly studied the other women in the room. I estimated three dozen. His harem? Most of them looked to be locals, with long dark hair, dark eyes, and dark complexions. Word on the street they were the beautiful daughters of men he had arrested and executed. A few were blondes, and one was a red head. Two were foreign princesses and another was a noblewoman, but others were women like me. They were women the king engaged to perform a task, and then he cheated and enslaved them.
"Take her to the dungeon," the king said. He turned his attention to a dark-haired beauty kneeling before him, wearing purple dancing silks. "I'm not in the mood to deal with some foreign troublemaker."
My breath caught. This was my only chance. I had to do it. My heart thundered. All of my earlier sassy confidence was gone. It wasn't just a dream anymore. Everything depended on me seducing the king.
"Your Majesty," I said, my voice becoming sultry. "I never wanted any money for killing Oleric."
"Oh?" he said, his dark eyes turning towards me.
I rose up onto just my knees, my hands caressing my boobs, and held his gaze a long, sizzling moment. After licking my lips, I wagged my brows. His eyes widened just a bit.
"I've heard rumors, legends, of your prowess," I said, voice an octave lower. "I came to your kingdom with the hope of catching your eye. Imagine my surprise when you asked me to hunt down and kill a man, instead of just seducing me."
"You took the job."
"I wanted to impress you, Your Majesty," I said. My eyes fell upon his lap. I bit my lip, and slowly lifted my eyes to his again. "I'll do anything you ask."
"Why?"
I graced him with a look filled with dark passion, hunger, need.
"I've heard rumors that sex with you is the most amazing experience ever," I said. I noticed that got a reaction. My insides tingled and goose-flesh spread across my shoulders and back when I saw a rise begin between his legs. "I was told that you can make a girl come so hard her head explodes."
"Yes, in a manner of speaking," he said softly, a smug grin spreading across his face.
"I can't stop thinking about it," I whispered, my throat too tight to speak properly. My body trembled, and I felt so hot and achy. I've never been so aroused as a man, or as terrified
. I had to wonder if my fear and arousal were feeding on each other. I started crawling towards him, trying to make it as sexy as possible. "Please, I've given you the King of Shadows' head. Can't you give me a little time and a reward I'm sure you'll enjoy, too?"
He watched me crawling towards him, and then glanced at the woman kneeling before him. That woman worried me, since even I thought she was more beautiful. Why pick me over her? Of course, he's never had me before. The king has probably fucked the girl in purple a hundred times.
"I'm not without talents, Your Majesty," I purred. "Some think I'm a wildcat in bed."
One brow arched up. His erection definitely grew.
"Are you the man to conquer me? Are you the man to tame my wild spirit?"
I had him. King Khaffin knew he was the man. Or at least the man with the enchanted cock ring. Our gaze was intense as I crawled past the other woman, and up between his knees.
"Anything you want," I said breathlessly. I placed my hand on the bulge inside his red silk pants. The fabric was thin, allowing me to feel him in exquisite detail. "Anyway you want me."
"You are a very bold and daring woman," King Khaffin said.
"Thank you."
"That's not necessarily a compliment in these lands."
"I know, but it is where I come from," I said. Tugging on the ties, I unfastened his pants and exposed his cock and balls. I swear, the man had the biggest, hairiest pair of balls I'd ever seen. And I watched a lot of porn. Kind of scared me. Yet, they were proportional with his cock. "By all that's holy! You're hung to shame a horse!"
"I know," he said. "Lick it. Make it pretty."
I hesitated. Surely he was too thick to fit in my mouth, much less my pussy.
The enchanted cock ring was wrapped around the base of his shaft. It looked like it was carved out of a giant ruby. It was even faceted, sparkling in the dim light.
"That's going to hurt so much," I whispered. I wrapped one, then the other hand around his erection. There easily was still enough room to fit another hand around his length. I felt something radiating from the cock ring. Was that the feel of magic? "Oh. My. God. I never heard it was so…big."
A bead of pre-cum formed at the tip, glistening like a jewel in the dim light. My mouth watered, and I felt such a deep need to taste him. As the pre-cum began a slow slide down his length, I leaned in and plucked it off with the tip of my tongue. The king's breath caught, and I moaned.
"Mmmmm."
My hands firmly stroked his length, while I licked, kissed, and sucked on his rubbery head. The king stroked my hair and squirmed upon his throne. The greater his reaction, the more I was inspired to greater efforts. I gave him the best head ever, putting all I had into it. Until…
"Mmmgh!" I cried, my mouth suddenly filled with hot cum. He looked at me expectantly, so I swallowed and swallowed until it was all gone. "Mmmmm."
Why was that such a turn on? Swallowing his cum pushed me to the very brink. The slightest provocation would push me over into a major climax.
"Please, Majesty, may I mount it?"
"I demand it," he said, seizing a tight fistful of hair. He forced my face into his crotch, rubbing his big hairy balls all over it. "Consider yourself one of my women now."
Why did that turn me on so much? My pussy throbbed with achy need. I didn't try to pull back, but pushed my face against his man parts. The feel of his rock hard cock was amazing, and was there anything better than the feel of pubic hairs scraping across my face?
"Oh Majesty," I whispered breathlessly. I kissed, licked, and sucked on his balls. I couldn't get enough. "Yes. Yes. Oh, god, yes."
As he pulled me up onto his lap, I did my best to press as much of my body against him as possible. He must've thought I was the most needy, pathetic woman in the world. I kind of felt like it. So humiliating, yet so arousing.
"Mmmm," I moaned, claiming his lips in a deep, passionate kiss the second I was straddling his lap. Both hands held his face, while I kissed and sucked on his lips and tongue. I felt him maneuvering me over his erection. I felt his cock press against my hot, wet nether lips. My folds slowly spread open, allowing him to push up against my entrance. My whole body quivered like crazy. "Oh baby. I'm yours. Take me. Fuck me."
The king's hands were around my waist, tightened, and pushed down hard. He penetrated, forcing my pussy wide. Filling my vagina like never before.
"Ugggh!" I cried. "Oh god yes!"
I immediately felt him. The magic from his cock ring radiated up into me, spreading hot and tingly. Every thrust forced a grunt out of my lips, and sent the most amazing sensations rippling through my overheated, oversexed body. I squeezed my vagina round him, making King Khaffin gasp. I sighed gustily, a big smile spreading across my face.
"Fuck me. Fuck me," I cried.
I took over, bouncing up and down his length. Every bounce forced him deeper. I'd never felt so spread, so full. It hurt so good. Soon my whole body was quivering, sweat rolling down my back, belly, arms.
"Oh god. Oh god," I cried, gasping for breath. My head spun out of control. I tried to remember the danger, but it felt so damned wonderful. The fear of being magically brainwashed, turned in a bimbo sex slave, started to fade. If that was how it would always be, why not? "Oh my god. Oh my god."
I felt that rush to climax start. He must've figured it out. The king grinned with such wicked glee.
"That's right, Tania. Just relax and let it happen," he said. "You are about to achieve eternal bliss."
I palmed the back of his head, pulling him in for a deep, everlasting kiss. I knew my end was at hand. One way or another, I'd either go back to my real body or my mind and soul would be wiped clean and enslaved. Something deep down said if I don't die, then I'll be lost forever. Was it something Shikira said? I couldn't remember much of anything as my body reached a crescendo of ecstasy.
"Aaaggh!" I cried as my body erupted and I felt the magic rush toward my head. "No!"
The hand palming the back of his head seized a fistful of hair and the other grabbed his chin. Akbar cried out a warning. King Khaffin gasped, our eyes locked, and then I savagely snapped his neck.
"Ugh!" I gasped, feeling piercing pain through my chest. I looked down to find a bloody spearhead jutting out between my tits. "Ooooooh."
My ears started ringing, so loud and insistent. So annoying. I relaxed and everything went black.
Chapter 7
"Aaaiiee!" I cried, sitting up in bed.
The alarm clock was ringing. So annoying. I slapped it, fumbled with it until I found the stop button.
"Holy shit," I whispered, shaking violently.
I was still dressed, sprawled out atop the bed. Did I set that alarm clock? It showed 6 A.M. and that's what time I planned to set it to wake me. So strange. Yet, it paled in comparison to the dream I just had.
"Fuck me," I said, feeling it. I grimaced and kicked my shoes off. I removed my trousers to find my shorts soaked with cum. "What a fucking nightmare of a wet dream."
My heart was still pounding. There was a sharp pain in my back and chest, exactly where the spear penetrated my dreamland body. And then I was overwhelmed by such sadness to know Tania was dead.
"What am I thinking? There wasn't ever a Tania Dragonslayer," I whispered, still breathless and sweaty. It occurred to me that I never remembered my dreams. Why did I remember that last one so well, as if it was just another day in my life? "Must be this creepy hotel. It made me have that nightmare."
Stumbling into the bathroom, I shed my shorts and took a cold shower. First cold shower of my life, but I needed it. Thankfully, it calmed me down and cleared my jumbled head. As I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, I noticed the hotel's name was monogrammed on it. Risqué Nuit. A bad translation, but it still meant Risqué Night.
"Well, I certainly had a very risqué night," I muttered.
After shaving I cleaned my underwear and trousers in the sink, and then used the hair dryer to dry the trousers. Then I put on my su
it and gathered my stuff. The same bellhop from the night before was escorting another guest to her room.
"Enjoy your stay, Ms Livingston," he said.
She smiled with wicked delight, and then looked at me. She looked me up and down, gave me a knowing nod, and said, "I will. I always do."
After she closed the door, I asked the bellhop, "What did she mean by that?"
"The lady is a regular guest," he said. "In fact, we have quite a few regulars." He winked at me. "Everyone enjoys a wild and risqué night at the Hotel Risqué Nuit, sir. As you certainly know by now."
He gathered my stuff and headed for the antique elevator. My head was spinning. Certain things about it started making sense, or making far less sense. I'm not sure which. First and foremost, I realized that the men I met during my dream were in fact men I dealt with, and who made my life miserable.
Tark was my boss back at the office. The very bastard that gave me this client, fucking me over in the process. Shikira was the check-in clerk the previous night, though I figured that out during the dream. But more startling, Oleric, the King of Shadows, was the bastard I dealt with from Dragon International. Sheldon. What an ass. I smiled knowing I killed him. Felt even better now.
"Oh my god, King Khaffin was Kyle Kilgore," I blurted out. The bellhop grinned, but said nothing. Mr. Kilgore was the founder and CEO of Dragon International, a company he ruled like a petty tyrant. Everyone said his company was well-named, because he was a living, fire-breathing dragon of a businessman. "It all makes sense. I think."
I am Tania Dragonslayer, I thought.
"Good morning, Mr. Craig," Lady Sonja said.
"Shikira," I said. She just raised a haughty brow. "I mean, Lady Sonja. Do you work twenty-four seven?"
"Seems like it sometimes," she said. Lady Sonja started typing away at her keyboard. "I hope you found your stay with us…refreshing."
"It was interesting," I said. I sighed and smiled.
"Well then, I hope your business today goes just as well," she said.
"It will," I said. I caught her eyes. "I've already slayed my dragons. It's all gravy now."
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