The Tournament

by Vora, Scarlett

  "Fuck," said the doctor, entering her slowly. "You are so wet."

  "You're going to fuck her while she sucks me off?" the King asked, feeding her a little more of his cock. "Aren't you worried about distracting her?"

  "It won't matter," said the doctor, pushing deeper. "Fucking makes her stronger."

  "Then make her come," said the King, holding her head while he pumped his hips shallowly, his cock grazing the back of her throat. "Make her beg for more."

  "That's too easy," said the doctor, buried to the hilt. "She always wants more."

  "I do." Ruby moaned. "I want more. Give it to me."

  Phantom lips began to suck on her clit. The doctor braced his hands on her hips and fucked her slowly, in long, lazy strokes, while the King threaded his fingers through her hair and nudged his cock down her throat.

  "Ahh," breathed the King, when Ruby relaxed her throat and he slid in. "That's right."

  "So tight," said the doctor, deep in her cunt.

  "So good," said the King, pulling out so she could gasp for air.

  "So good," agreed the doctor, as she began to come.

  Ruby shook with orgasm. The King held her head and fucked her mouth and the doctor held her hips and fucked her cunt, while she shivered and convulsed between them. Four hands on her, gentle, supportive, holding her in place. Two cocks, moving urgently, filling her up. And the maddening, impossible magic of the phantom mouth that milked her clit while she panted and moaned, sucked and bucked.

  "I'm going to come," said the King. He let go and the doctor held her up, his warm, soft hands on her breasts, his cock still and rooted in her cunt, while the King shot his cum into her mouth, sunshine and hope on her tongue, and Ruby savored the flavor of happiness before she spat.

  "Good girl," said the doctor, shoving her forward. Ruby tumbled forward onto the bed, squealing.

  The doctor rolled her onto her back and covered her, burying himself inside of her again. "I think of you when I jerk off," he said, fucking her. "I imagine your hungry cunt squeezing me tight or your red lips swallowing my cock."

  "Yes," said Ruby, wrapping her arms around his back and tilting her hips. "Yes."

  "You'd offer to fuck me and I'd send you away," said the doctor, moving more urgently now, his hips slamming into her, his cock swelling, "but the second you were gone I'd be fucking my own fist."

  "Yes," said Ruby, grinding against him, clenching her inner muscles tight. "Yes."

  "I have craved your cunt for so long," said the doctor, "and you are better than I remembered, and I want it more."

  "Give me your cum," crooned Ruby. "I want your hot cum inside of me, I want to hold it there all night, a part of you inside of me."

  "Fuck," said the doctor, his hips jerking as he spasmed. "Fuck."

  The doctor collapsed on top of her, then rolled to the side. The King sat down on her other side, stroking her sweaty cheek and sighing. "I think I want to fuck her again before I go to sleep," he said. "But not yet."

  "Do you want me to leave?" asked the doctor.

  "Stay the night," said the King. "The bed is big enough. Lily will join us soon. Then we can fuck her, too."

  "Have you heard the noises that Lily makes when Ruby licks her pussy?" asked the doctor.

  "They make me hard," said the King. "I like to fuck Ruby while she licks Lily's pussy. I watch Lily's face, and listen to her noises."

  "Now I want to try that," said the doctor.

  "You should. In fact, come to us as often as you want," said the King. "Share our bed. Ruby is going to cure me, and I want to give her something in return. You make her happy and fuck her well."

  "I love you," said Ruby, touching her husband.

  "I love you, too," said the King. He put her hand on his cock, half-hard and growing. "Are you ready? I want you again."

  17

  A Diamond Bead

  After Ruby strung a bead of cut diamond through her bracelet, dark murmurings spread through the Court.

  The King improved by the day, milked clean by her lips, but hope made him temperate. He fucked no one but Ruby, whispering his desires in her ear while he penetrated her. And Ruby, reunited with the doctor, exhausted what remained of her hunger on him.

  One morning, after Ruby had ruled on several petitions while the King sat silent at her side, one of the King's concubines approached the throne.

  She was short and fleshy, only the barest wisps of silk draped over her full breasts and rounded hips. "The King and Queen take their pleasures alone, and leave the concubines to carry the King's love to the Court," she said. "We grow jealous, and weary."

  "What is your request?" asked the King.

  "Let the Queen show us the way." The concubine glanced at Ruby's wrist. "Let us bask in her pleasure, and her generous spirit, so that we may imitate it."

  The concubine wore five beads on her Tournament bracelet, but no diamond.

  "Choose me a partner," said Ruby.

  "No," said the King. "I will choose."

  "But will that satisfy your concubine?" Ruby wondered. To the girl she said, "You may choose another, if you are not satisfied. And another, after that." Ruby smiled, baring her teeth. "I do not weary easily."

  The concubine glided backwards, watching the king.

  "Steward," said the King. "The Tournament is ended and I have a Queen. I owe you my thanks."

  "He has a wife," Ruby said. "Choose another."

  "The Queen is always an exception," said the King. "Is she not?"

  The Steward tilted his head to the side. Assent. "Yes, my King, she is."

  "I take no offense if you do not want me," said Ruby.

  "My Queen, since I first saw you bare-wristed in the Tents, I have watched you fuck for pleasure, and as a gesture of kindness. You have given pleasure to great men and small men, to men young and old. You left each happy and wanting more." The Steward smiled, and the dark eyes in his somber face heated. "Of course I want you."

  Ruby stood and stepped down from the throne. She loosened her robe and let it fall to the floor, approaching the Steward where he stood. "Show me," she said.

  The Steward cupped her bare breasts, flicking his thumbs over the nipples.

  "Show me," Ruby repeated, reaching out to grasp his cock. He was not a young man, his wooly hair mostly gray, but his cock was hard. An average length but thick, and spongy at the wide, spade-shaped head. "How may I serve you?"

  The Steward touched his lips to her forehead and temple. He skimmed her waist with his long-fingered, agile hands and settled his grip at her hips, urging her to walk backwards, into the center of the Court where the audience would have the best view, and trailed deep, tongue-wet kisses down her neck.

  "I will serve you," he said, lowering himself to one knee and covering her mound with his mouth.

  Ruby tipped back her head and moaned.

  The Steward licked the folds of her pussy clean. He pushed her legs farther apart and pushed two fingers into her cunt, pumping them in and out, the fingers slightly curled.

  Ruby caressed her breasts and plucked the nipples, her eyes drifting shut. "Mmm," she moaned, scratching the Steward's scalp.

  He cupped her ass, pushing her cunt into his face, and tightened his lips around her clit. He mixed sharp, rapid pulls with light flicks of his tongue, making Ruby tremble and shake. "I can't hold myself up," she murmured, holding onto his shoulders. "Oh, fuck."

  The concubine's soft arms wrapped around Ruby's waist. Her breasts flattened into soft pillows against Ruby's back. "I'll hold you up," she whispered, her breath warm on Ruby's neck.

  Ruby shuddered. Eyes shut, tongued from peak to peak while the concubine held her upright for the Court to see, Ruby came. She arched her back and whimpered, rocking her hips into the Steward's hot mouth, while her cunt throbbed with pleasure.

  "Yes," Ruby moaned, reaching for his cock again. "Yes."

  "Take her where you stand," said the concubine.

  "My Queen," said the Steward, re
moving his robe. "Will you have me?"

  "I want you," Ruby murmured, caressing his fleshless chest and narrow hips. "Fill me up," she begged.

  The Steward pushed his cock inside of her. Ruby leaned her head on the concubine's shoulder and moaned, long and low. He fucked her gently; he didn't have to go hard, he was so thick. Ruby writhed and keened and then used her fingers to bring on another orgasm.

  The Steward came as her inner muscles rippled around his cock. He held still, his semen sealed inside of her, his forehead damp on her breast, and Ruby wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. "You are a fine lover," she whispered. "Thank you."

  "You are generous," said the Steward, his cock tickling as it slid out of her. Semen trickled down her inner thigh. The Steward took a step back, turning to survey the audience. She saw jiggling breasts and clenching asses, bodies writhing on the floor. "I believe you have shown them the way," he said wryly.

  "She is hot," said the concubine, sliding one of her hands down to cup Ruby's cunt. She ground the heel of her palm against Ruby's clit. "Guard!"

  One of the two Guards at the door answered the concubine's call. He approached, armored and visored, an anonymous, faceless man with a sword at his hip.

  "You will fuck the Queen for me," said the concubine. "Show her your cock."

  The guard loosened his gauntlets and let them fall. He removed his codpiece. Inside, his cock was long and hard, pre-come beading at the tip.

  "You are a true Queen," said the concubine, squeezing Ruby's breasts as the Guard raised Ruby's legs to straddle his hips. "Tasting the King's cock has not corrupted you. But I still want to see him fuck you."

  The Guard shoved his cock in, a sudden shock that made Ruby shriek. Around her, moans echoed.

  "What is she like?" asked the concubine. "Tell me what it feels like."

  But the Guard did not answer. He fucked her hard and fast, his eyes hidden behind the slit of his visor, his cock punching into her with each surge of his hips.

  "He could be anyone," Ruby murmured. "Even you."

  The concubine hissed.

  "You're going to think of this in your bed tonight," said Ruby, licking the concubine's ear. "You're going to touch yourself."

  The concubine rocked her hips against Ruby's ass.

  "You'll imagine that you're him," said Ruby. "That you're fucking me just like this. A selfish bastard with a cock."

  "Yes," she gasped. "Holy fuck, yes."

  "Only your pleasure matters," Ruby continued.

  The Guard pulled out and began to stroke himself. He aimed his cock at Ruby's breasts, but his ropes of cum landed across her flat stomach. The concubine made a choked sound in the back of her throat, shocked and wanting.

  "Shameless," said Ruby to the concubine, as the Guard grabbed his discarded armor. "And you won't care. You'll come so hard."

  The concubine moaned.

  "Perhaps she would like to taste my cock," said the King, pulling Ruby away from the concubine and lifting her into his arms.

  "No," said Ruby, cuddling into the safety of her husband's arms. "She was right to test me."

  "Court is over," said the King, carrying her away from the orgy and into the empty hall. "And you need to rest."

  The doctor looked up when they arrived at his examination room. "Put her on the table," he said. "I'll examine her."

  "I'm fine," said Ruby. "I just like being held."

  The King and his brother looked at one another, and then the King set her down on the table.

  "We'll take care of you," said the doctor. "My Queen."