“I know you’re awake, Maddie.”
She feigned sleep, not wanting to have to acknowledge her captivity or her captor.
“I know everything about you. And 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 behind the voice. He was so beautiful he made the two who had captured her look like trolls. And he thought she was beautiful. And that they would make fine-looking children together.
His words echoed in her head. “Wait a minute,” she cried. “I don’t want to get married.”
“Oh, I’m not planning to marry you. I’m planning to impregnate you.”
Maddie struggled to sit up, her head still fuzzy from whatever the kidnappers had done to knock her out.
“What do you mean, impregnate me? And who in Joram’s name are you that you think you can have someone kidnapped for your own procreation needs?”
The god smiled, and Maddie was sure the room became brighter.
“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 stunning but evil 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 stunning?”
“Of course, but women tell you that all the time, don’t they?” Maddie said, snorting derisively.
“Well no, for there are no women on Tentalia. 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.”
Drawing on her strength, she 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. “It’s the way it has always been on Tentalia. We have only male lovers, therefore we need to bring women here to bear our children.”
At his words, Maddie felt herself becoming wet between the legs.
“Only male lovers,” she repeated.
The king ran his finger gently along her collarbone then leaned in to lick her bottom lip before nipping 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?”
She shivered as those images ran through her head. His smug smile told her that her shiver had not gone unnoticed.
He broke away abruptly, dropping his hands to his sides.
“I’ll let you rest. I will see you when the tilan bells chime.”
Before Maddie had time to speak, King Rochar had turned to leave, letting her savor her thoughts of men and their lovers.
Chapter Three
Maddie wasn’t sure what wakened her from a sound sleep, a sleep filled with beautiful men. She lay there floating as 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 picture as the page was quickly revealed then turned. Flashes of bare skin, of hard muscle and tantalizing peeks at stiff cocks…all designed 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 the visions 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 very dreams.
He’d been lying on a huge bed, his massive body naked and aroused. She’d been standing in the shadows as he’d called to his lover, a man who’d slipped through the open doors of the balcony, a man 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 as the other man approached the bed in answer to Rochar’s summons. That wild gaze soon changed to moans as his mysterious lover began to climb toward him. The moans grew louder as King Rochar spread his legs, allowing his companion to drift over him like a shadow, skin rubbing against skin, hard cock sliding across hard cock.
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 bare feet touched the cold marble floor. She looked down, startled to find she was nude. Not wanting to think about who might have undressed her, she looked around for her clothes. They were gone, but in their place a filmy blue robe had been left over the arm of a big, comfy chair. She quickly put it on and tightly cinched the belt around her waist. Padding quietly across the bedroom, she stole into the adjoining chamber wondering what she would see, knowing somehow that it was going to be her reverie spread out before her.
And it was.
King Rochar lay naked on a massive bed, groaning as another man straddled him, crawling up his powerful body, nibbling and licking a path up the monarch’s chest until he reached Rochar’s mouth. Maddie could see the stranger’s rigid cock tracing a path along King Rochar’s belly as he moved, before he took the king’s mouth in a long, dark kiss. She watched while the intruder began a downward journey, laving the stiff nipples, nipping the taut muscles of King Rochar’s belly, making him shiver in response as he played with him, teased him.
The shudder turned to cries of delight as he took the sovereign’s already hard shaft in his hand and flicked his tongue across the slick crest. Bending low, he teased at the king’s balls with the tip of his tongue, finally drawing one of the orbs fully into his mouth and tugging it away from the shelter of King Rochar’s body. The companion sphere met the same fate, and Maddie watched as the king fisted the bed sheets in his ecstasy. He rolled his head from side to side, the sound of his rapid breathing filling the otherwise silent chamber. The moment that avid mouth settled over his dick and swallowed him completely, his hips lifted off the bed, allowing him to shove deeply into the welcoming cavern. Maddie was mesmerized by the flexing of his body as he fucked the other man’s mouth.
The very air in the room seemed charged, anticipation sparking between the two men. Finally, King Rochar spoke, his voice rough and hungry.
“Enough, Santara,” he said, raising his head to look at his lover. “Now that you’ve got me nice and wet, I’m going to hold this great, big, classen-hard cock for you, and you’re going to climb on top of me and squat over it. I want you to lower that gorgeous body bit by bit until my dick disappears into that tight, little butthole of yours.”
This time it was Maddie who shivered. Could the king’s companion take that enormous erection into his body? She stared, spellbound, as Santara climbed up and positioned himself above it. He locked his gaze with the king’s as he descended, and once his ass touched the velvety skin of the hard penis, he splayed one hand on the king’s chest to take his weight while using the other to guide the monarch’s dick. He sighed as the king’s cock found his puckered entry hole, then slid down, down until he was securely anchored.
Then there was only silence.
Until Santara began to move.
His first strokes were lazy, a slow, even rhythm, but it was enough to make King Rochar cry out again. The groans began when Santara started to move more quickly, lifting up until only the head of the king’s considerable length was left inside, then slamming down to bury the shaft deep inside him.
The air filled with the flat sound of flesh slapping against flesh as the two men clawed their way to complet
ion. Maddie took a quick breath and let it out slowly as Santara leaned back, setting his hands on King Rochar’s legs to change the angle of penetration. It was obviously too much for the king. With a howl, he cradled Santara’s thighs in his hands and tried to force him to raise his body. When Santara complied, the king pounded up into him, shouting as he pumped his release. Santara closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Maddie suspected he was attempting to hold on a bit longer, but his body had other ideas. Splotches of his cum jetted across the king’s belly, painting the monarch’s taut stomach with his essence.
Maddie kept to the shadows, unable to move. Slowly, the king’s head turned toward her hiding place as if he’d known she was there the entire time. And from his position atop King Rochar, Santara smiled.
“Ah, Maddie. We’ve been waiting for you,” the monarch said.
Ringing softly through the night sky, the music of the tilan bells drifted in through the open French doors, and Maddie remembered the king’s words.
Chapter Four
Maddie stood in the darkness, clutching the thin robe about 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 grinned wickedly.
“Oh, Rochar, she’s lovely.”
Santara’s heated gaze swept from her long, mahogany hair, over her breasts and down her legs in a slow, intimate perusal that shot tiny shivers through her inner channel. Being the recipient of that intense study made Maddie wonder if the men of this planet liked women a lot more than they admitted.
King Rochar was handsome, but looking at his companion, Maddie was curious to know if any other man on the planet could be that beautiful. Santara’s face was that of an angel, high, sharp cheekbones, dark eyes 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’d taken the king’s cock into his body and slid up and down the thick erection.
He beckoned to her, and she felt her feet moving, carrying her closer to the men. Santara pushed himself up, and she watched the king’s shaft slip from his body. Santara swung his leg over King Rochar and clambered off the bed where he stood and waited for her.
As she crossed to him, Maddie couldn’t take her eyes off 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 he enjoyed having it pressing into him.
“He loves it,” Santara assured her. “There’s pain as the head pushes through his constricted opening, but Rochar 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 can read my mind.
He ran the back of his fingers down her cheek. “It only happens with certain people. And thank you for the compliment.”
She frowned, searching back through her thoughts.
“You wanted to know if any man on Tentalia was as beautiful as I am.”
Now she blushed, knowing he had found that in her head.
“As soon as King Rochar and I are done making love with you, we’ll let you find out for yourself about the others.”
It was all she could do not to whimper at his words.
King Rochar moved to the side of the bed and stood. Maddie hadn’t had a chance to study his body before. It was obvious from his muscled arms and torso that he worked hard. The scars on his chest were evidence that he was warrior as well as king. His growing erection emphasized his size—that he was big all over.
She looked at the rivulets of milky cum inking his chest and found herself speculating about what they would taste like.
“Would you like to lick me and see?” King Rochar asked with a naughty smile.
Maddie laughed. “You can read my mind, as well? 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 in acceptance of his apology.
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 we going to do more than shower?” she asked, giving the pair a mischievous smile.
“Most definitely. Would you like that?” the king asked.
As he took her hand in his, she answered him honestly. “I think I’d like that very much.”
King Rochar led Maddie across the opulent bedroom then paused at an open door, drawing her to him. Santara moved in close behind, clasping her about the waist with one arm. His powerful body pressed against her, that heavy cock prodding her backside, demanding entry. 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. Do 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.
She poked his shoulder with a finger. “You’re in my head again.”
He answered, “I’m very sorry.”
But she could tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he wasn’t the least bit contrite.
Then his face grew more serious, and he gave a shallow bow. “Until you ask otherwise, Santara and I will respect your thoughts and stay out of your head. And as penance for our intrusion, why don’t we start that introduction right now? All you have to do is lean back in Santara’s arms and 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.
“You should be aware that Santara and I both took Protoron today, so there’s no way you’ll get pregnant, and you already know it will protect all three of us from any sexually transmitted diseases.”
“Thank you for the reassurance, Your Highness.”
“I plan to eventually impregnate you, but today is for play and enjoyment.”
“Impreg—”
Maddie was cut off mid-protest by the king’s finger pressed against her lips.
“Let’s discuss this later. Now is the time for pleasure not talk.”
She opened her mouth only enough to let the tip of her tongue escape, and his eyes blazed as she flicked it against his ‘no-more-talking’ finger.
“Why don’t you see if she’s ready, Santara?” Rochar’s voice was rough, yet still somehow silky, scraping over her skin as his gaze caught Santara’s.
“I’d be delighted.”
She wished she could see if the eagerness in Santara’s voice was matched by the look on his face. When his hand slid through the gap in her robe and touched her skin, she pressed into the curve of his body.
Santara’s breath ruffled her hair as he spoke across her to King Rochar. “She’s warm and her skin is very soft.”
His words were accompanied by the gentle glide of his thumb on her flesh. She felt his hand bump against the king’s hard cock. She sighed as he took it and gently grazed it across her belly. As Santara stroked her with the velvety tip, she and the king groaned in unison. 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, gra
zing her earlobe with his teeth. “Is she ready?”
She gasped as Santara moved a long finger back and forth between her lips.
“Oh, yes. She’s so wet for us.” Drawing his hand away, he held it up so the king could see his finger was drenched in her moisture. “Open your mouth,” he ordered the king.
The monarch obeyed, putting out his tongue, and Santara let him lick off her essence.
Maddie was very glad that Santara held her, otherwise she would have fallen to the floor. What these men were doing was so incredible, so outside the realm of her sexual experience. And she loved it.
“Enough play,” the king said. “Time to slide inside you. Lean back, Maddie.”
Maddie did as he asked, letting Santara catch her under the arms while the king put his hands beneath her thighs and raised her legs up off the floor.
“Hook your feet behind my back,” Rochar said.
He bent his knees slightly and held his cock steady while Santara shifted to cup her ass and ease her down onto the monarch’s huge erection.
Maddie realized that she was entirely at their mercy. They would be totally in control.
“We would never hurt you, Maddie. Trust us. Give yourself to us,” Santara murmured.
“I can do that.” She shut her eyes and put herself into their hands, in all ways. And felt the incredible pleasure of making love as a trio.
It was Santara who set the rhythm, slowly 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 let her meet each hard thrust in a motion that was almost a light bounce up and down, allowing each controlled descent 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, fuelled by the onslaught of these two lovers.
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