She felt him exert enough pressure to begin to spread the ridged flesh, but not enough to slip inside.
“He could play with those gorgeous nipples, or he could go back to finger-fucking you,” Santara teased.
Maddie wanted more, but when she pressed her ass into the curve of his body, silently begging him to enter, all he did was laugh.
“Not yet. I would think you’d be used to waiting. Isn’t that what good bounty hunters do, stalk their prey and wait patiently to swoop down and haul them in? And you’re a very good bounty hunter, aren’t you? You know how to wait for what you want.”
She swung her hands back onto his thighs, trying to pull him closer, force him to come into her. But he was too strong for those tactics.
“Ah, ah, ah, little hunter. You need to wait until we think you’re ready.”
“I…am…ready,” she said, her lips tight. “Now fuck me.”
Those harsh words must have dissolved any self-control he possessed because he bit her earlobe as his cock breached the constricted opening. She howled. The bulbous head spread her wide then his long, thick shaft slid in and along her tight anal channel. Then he pulled out, only to force his rod in again. Her hands flew up to lie flat on the wall, bracing against the hard rhythm he took up.
“That’s the perfect place to put your hands, my dear Maddie,” King Rochar said.
She looked down to see him kneeling at her feet and quivered as he spread her swollen lips, moaning when he tucked his tongue under the hood of her clitoris and tugged at the tender flesh. Her body felt boneless as he licked her slit again and again, sometimes lulling her with light touches that kissed the surface then firing her with deep, penetrating strokes that weakened her knees.
All the while, Santara’s heavy cock pounded her ass, his balls slapping against her, his hands seeking her breasts, pulling her nipples, twisting them only enough to make her cry out. His hoarse voice whispered against her cheek. “You feel so good. I could fuck you all day and never get tired of you grabbing me, milking me.”
Voracious in her need to taste him, Maddie wanted to take the back of his head and pull his lips to hers, but he was slamming into her so hard she had to keep both hands on the wall. It was a good thing she did, because as soon as King Rochar thrust his tongue into her slippery center, she feared her legs would buckle. The simultaneous pleasure of tongue and cock started an orgasm quivering through her body. She shut her eyes as incredible waves of fire burst through her, the king’s hum of delight teasing her labia as she came against his mouth.
With her back to Santara’s belly, she felt the sheen of sweat dampening his torso, shared his quick intake of breath as he held still inside her for an instant. She seemed almost hyperaware of his body’s signs of readiness—the wild beating of his heart, his balls lifting in anticipation, the tingle at the base of his cock. He was so close.
“Come for me, Santara,” she encouraged. “Fill me.”
Shifting to a rhythm of frantic strokes, he jetted his release into her body.
Chapter Seven
King Rochar sat back on his haunches and looked up at Maddie. His heart told him this woman was special, was going to be important in his life. No one except Santara affected him the way this woman did, made him feel the connection she did. She certainly made love with him and Santara as if she’d been made for them. Or perhaps it was they who’d been made for her.
He licked his lips, savoring her. The taste of her cunt lingered, not quite sweet and a bit musky. Remembering how it had felt to run his tongue along her slick slit, he swallowed, trying to hoard the last of her essence inside him. He pushed to his feet, palming his ready erection and holding it up for her perusal. He hoped the grin he flashed at her look of surprise conveyed the right touch of naughtiness and promise.
He gently bounced his dick on one hand as he spoke, the slap of flesh on flesh more perceived than heard against the sound of running water. “I must be catching Santara’s ability for quick recovery. Or maybe it has more to do with the tang of you in my mouth and the memory of how much I like it when your juice bathes my tongue while I lick your shiny slit.”
Rochar watched her face change. The look of surprise shifted to one of bliss, and her eyes flickered shut, her head falling back while her mouth formed a silent ‘O’. He thought his words had done that to her until he saw Santara step back and knew it probably had more to do with the incredible sensation that blazed though her when Santara pulled his shaft from her asshole. He was well acquainted with how that felt. In fact, the mere recollection made him want to throw his head back and roar.
He ran the backs of the fingers of his other hand down the valley between her breasts. Her eyes drifted open at his sexy words. “I love it when he pulls out. He’s so big I know it’s going to hurt when that thick head separates my hole, but I don’t care. I can’t wait for him to force his way back in. My body tries to fight it, tries to tell me he’ll never fit, but my mind knows better, knows how much I need him filling me.”
He moved to caress her cheek, and she pressed against it, reminiscent of a tamed beast in the warm sun. Over her shoulder, he saw Santara move under the warm spray.
“I’d like to make love to you again,” the king said.
First, she looked at his erection, then she smiled up at him, only to push his hand out of the way so she could palm and stroke him. “Are you asking permission to shove this gorgeous cock inside me?” she said.
He nodded. Or at least he thought he did, as focus was difficult to achieve with the combination of her words and her fondling.
“That would be wonderful, but when we’re done, I want to watch you making love with Santara.” She used her thumb to spread his pre-cum around the taut head as she talked.
King Rochar was amazed at her ability to multi-task. Especially since she seemed to have the ability to rob him of that particular skill.
“But you already saw us making love,” he said.
“No, I saw you inside Santara. I want to see Santara sliding into you. I want to watch as your body takes his cock inside.”
Santara must have picked up her request because he turned and smiled in what she could only assume was anticipation. His long, wavy hair was slicked to his head making his high cheekbones even more prominent as his dark eyes sparkled.
But King Rochar didn’t answer. Instead, he snagged Maddie around the waist, spun her around and sat down on one of the shower seats with her perched on his lap. “Stop that,” he laughed as she wriggled atop him.
“I wondered if that was a phason pistol, or if you were simply glad to see me,” she said, swinging her head to give him a quick kiss.
“Whatever it is, I certainly plan on using it on you.” The words were no sooner out of his mouth than he clasped Maddie about the waist and gently lifted her. He grabbed his cock and held it steady with one hand and slid the other on her belly. With gentle pressure, he pushed her down, moving his hand out of the way to let her take him inside. Her luscious cunt squeezed as she descended onto him. Once she was fully seated, he sat resting his cheek against her back.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he confessed.
Maddie turned her head and rubbed her cheek against his slick skin. “I feel the same way about you and Santara. I was so angry when your men seized me, but now I’m thankful to them.”
“Why don’t you show me how thankful you are by moving on my cock?” he playfully teased.
“It would be my pleasure,” she replied.
As Maddie leaned forward and put her palms on her thighs, he set his hands at her waist once more. He watched the delightful shifting of the muscles in her back as she raised and lowered herself on his dick. The rhythm was slow and easy like the cadence of old, familiar lovers. But that didn’t last very long.
“You feel so good inside me,” she whimpered.
“Take me harder, deeper,” he ordered.
Rochar held his breath as she pulled up, hovering with him barel
y inside her then she dropped to his lap, burying him in her hot channel. He closed his eyes and saw stars as she did exactly what he’d asked, changing the slow and easy tempo to one that was fast and hard.
Santara’s words, spoken over the running water, drew Rochar’s head up. Maddie came to a standstill. “That mouth of hers looks like it needs filling. Shame to waste the opportunity,” he said as he crossed the shower chamber.
King Rochar got to his feet, gently nudging Maddie forward, yet keeping his erection buried inside her. “You’re going to have to open wide to take him in, Maddie. He’s quite a mouthful.”
“You ought to know,” Santara quipped.
As the king gave a swift jab into Maddie, he heard her gasp in surprise.
“That’s absolutely perfect,” Santara said as he slid his cock into her ‘O’ of astonishment.
King Rochar gave another hard jab, and Maddie moaned.
“Oh great Joram, that’s amazing. Make her do that again. The sound creeps right along my dick and hits my balls,” Santara said.
At Rochar’s third thrust, Santara’s expression changed from one of delight to one of intent, and the monarch slipped inside his thoughts. A wicked smile lit the king’s face at what he found there.
“I don’t know if she can handle that,” he said.
“Rummaging around in my head, were you?” Santara said with a grin. “Lucky for us, she doesn’t have that power.”
“Not yet,” King Rochar replied.
Santara swung his butt back from Maddie, drawing out to leave only the head of his dick trapped between her lips.
“Take it nice and slow, Santara, and I’ll give her the same kind of strokes.”
The moment Maddie’s channel gave him a quick, tight squeeze, he knew she was reacting to his comment. He couldn’t wait to feel her body’s response to Santara’s little plan.
As Santara pushed, Maddie’s body gripped the royal cock, and Rochar loved the little flutters that ran up and down the length of it. He’d never experienced anything like it. He smoothed his hands down her back, calming her, encouraging her to take Santara’s entire shaft into her mouth.
“I don’t know if she can take all of you, Santara,” King Rochar cautioned.
Another quick clench around his erection.
“She needs to relax, and she’ll be able to do it,” Santara assured him.
Rochar frowned as Maddie gagged at the heavy shaft pressing into her mouth.
“Relax, Maddie,” Santara urged. “I know you can take all of me. Think about the delight we’re going to give each other, and let me in.”
Rochar decided to provide some encouragement, so he cocooned her more fully with his body and slid his hands underneath to cup her breasts. She flexed back into his thrusts, her moans becoming louder and longer. With a little nipple tweaking, a simple twist of the wrists, he added another layer to her pleasuring.
“Whatever you’re doing, Rochar, keep doing it. Those moans she’s making are opening her right up for me.”
The monarch bounced the heavy weights in his palms, pausing occasionally to flick the hard tips with his thumbs. All the while his thick cock reamed her cunt.
“Oh great Joram, that’s amazing. I’m touching the back of her throat. She’s got me clasped so tight in there, I feel like I’m the one who can’t breathe,” Santara murmured.
The king’s head was whirling with the thoughts he was picking up from his two lovers. There was no way he could stay out of Maddie’s head. Her sense of disbelief at everything that was happening, along with her pleasure at being double-fucked, was like a red-hot fire in his mind. He couldn’t help but grin at what he was picking up from Santara. His feelings were right up front, easy to read. He had his cock completely engulfed by the mouth of a hot, sexy woman and he loved it.
Rochar kept one hand at her breast, pinching and teasing, but the other skimmed down her belly, through the thin strip of pubic hair to land, unerringly, on her clit. It was already stiff, begging for his attention. With his middle finger tucked under the flap of skin, he gently rocked it to and fro beneath the cap of flesh. Slicking down to her opening, he bathed his finger in her juice then slipped back up to begin his sensual torture once more.
Through her body, he was certain he could feel the slide of Santara’s erection as the man pulled out and slid in time and time again. It was like being atop a castle besieged with a battering ram.
Every time it struck the back of her throat, she gave a little start. And every time she jumped, his shaft got an answering squeeze. The red fire in his head began to sizzle and lick though his body. His dick was like an ingot of forged classen and when the telltale quiver tickled the base of his cock, he knew detonation was imminent.
“Fuck her mouth harder,” he cried to Santara.
As Santara began to thrust in earnest, King Rochar matched the frantic rhythm, pummeling Maddie with his relentless strokes. He was surprised to feel her beat him to the punch by mere seconds, her contractions grabbing his dick in a mind-numbing tempo of pulses that shot him off into the stratosphere, pumping and pumping a seemingly endless rush of cum into her channel. Her moans of surrender echoing through Santara’s rod must have pushed him into release for he went off right behind them, head back, cheeks flushed, mouth open in sheer bliss.
Chapter Eight
Like a somnambulist, Maddie let herself be tenderly guided under the warm, soothing stream. With the brush of two pairs of gentle, soapy hands over her skin, she didn’t want to open her eyes. Instead, she relished the feel of the callused flesh skimming her sated body. There was no sexual intent, only the sense of being cared for, treasured by her lovers.
“Number Two off.”
She recognized Santara’s voice as the flow stopped. The men stepped away. Without the heat of the water or their warmth cocooning her, she began to shiver.
“Here, Rochar, wrap her in this.”
She almost purred as she was enveloped in a fluffy, heated towel and swept up into strong arms. A quick glance revealed King Rochar as the one who held her.
“You’re so strong,” she cooed.
“And you’re very tired,” he said, laughing.
She suspected the path he took led back to his bedroom. Another peek confirmed it, and she snuggled against his chest. He stopped and set her on her feet, and those same two sets of hands lovingly dried her off. As the towel was whisked away, cool air made her eyes fly open and had her giving an unhappy whimper of protest.
Santara leaned across her and took King Rochar’s mouth in a long kiss. “I’ll go hang this up while you get her tucked in bed,” he said. Reluctance to leave them even for a moment was in his voice.
As Santara padded off to the bathroom, King Rochar pulled back the covers, and Maddie crawled in and curled up. The sound she made this time was one of sheer bliss as he slipped beneath the bed linens and pulled her into the curve of his body. She felt herself drifting off to sleep, briefly coming to the surface for an instant when Santara tucked himself in against her belly.
“Your feet are cold,” she complained against his back.
His chuckle rumbled through her. Cradled between her lovers, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so cherished or so safe.
* * * *
A low groan drew Maddie from the depths of a lovely dream. Normally, she’d jump to full alert when waking in an unfamiliar place, in a strange bed, but not this time. She made a move to stretch but found herself pinned between two hard bodies. Lifting her hand, she brushed Santara’s long hair from his face. He closed his eyes at her touch and moaned again. She smiled as the massive erection prodding her ass brought to mind who was behind her. Her smile deepened when she realized it wasn’t only her touch that had Santara groaning.
King Rochar was pressed tightly against her from the back, and it was his arm, reaching across her, that held her in place. It was his hand gripping Santara’s cock and leisurely stroking the length that made their lover moan. Since
she always tried to be fair, she reached behind and took the king in hand. Why should Santara’s cock get all the attention?
Her thumb slicked pre-cum over the drum-tight head.
King Rochar licked her neck.
She traced the thick vein on her first down stroke.
He nuzzled her hair.
She reached behind his balls and traced the prominent line with her middle finger, and he nipped her shoulder.
“Holy Joram, woman, that feels so good,” he murmured.
“It’s supposed to,” she said, chuckling.
But the laughter stopped abruptly, and Santara cried out in protest when the king slipped from her grasp, pushing the covers off as he perched on his haunches. Santara turned and sat up.
Maddie rolled over and stared at the monarch’s gorgeous erection sticking straight out from the dark curls. “Where are you going?” she wailed. “I was just getting started.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, getting the mass out of his eyes. “I seem to remember that Santara and I have some unfinished business.”
“Unfinished business?” she queried. “You’re both getting up to tend to some unfinished business?”
She looked from one to the other. Santara shrugged. It was obvious he had no idea what the king was talking about either.
Rochar’s smile was hot and full of mischief. “Oh, I never said we were getting up. Although both of us are definitely already up.” His statement was accompanied by three or four cock strokes.
She couldn’t take her eyes off his hand as it journeyed back and forth on the heavy shaft.
“As a matter of fact, our business is going to happen right here while you watch.”
She felt her very center turn liquid at his words, moisture pooling at her entry as she realized what he was talking about.
“Santara’s going to fuck you?” Her breath came tightly as if her lungs were having trouble filling with air.
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