by Renard, Loki
“She’s wet,” Alexios purrs.
I arch my hips up, let him touch me more. It feels good, and I like this man who speaks with the accent of someone from very far away.
“Good,” Keanau replies, his voice more guttural than before. Their desire is like a force I can feel, a male energy that wraps around me, turns the heat from Tore’s spanking into something more pleasurable.
Alexios’ hand slides away, to be replaced with another one. I don’t know which one of them it is. I may never know, I realize, when they take me like this. Surrounded by men, they begin to feel like one masculine beast with eight arms and four cocks.
“She’s not ready for us tonight.”
I look up and pout at Tore, then try to modulate my expression because those eyes catch mine and it is as if my bottom flares into heat again.
“She’s ready for something more,” Alexios says. “Have you seen a man before, girl? Naked?”
I shake my head as they ease me back up into a kneeling position.
“You’re about to see four,” Keanau says, reaching for the fastener of his pants.
They take their cue from him, removing their pants together as I kneel there, my mouth open in female surprise. Their bodies are gloriously strong. Every one of them wears the marks of war, and displays the strength of warriors. I could stare at them for hours—and now, what comes into view is even more extraordinary.
Their cocks are big meaty rods, thick and twitching with what seems like lives of their own. Each one of them is different. Keanau’s is thick and heavy. Pharaoh’s has an elegant, near scimitar curve to it. Tore’s is rod straight, somehow disciplined all the way to his dick. Alexios’ seems more ridged and veined than the others.
I am torn between curiosity, fear, lust... I kneel there, just staring.
“You’re adorable,” Alexios murmurs, reaching out to caress my hair gently.
“You’re...” I don’t know what to say. I feel a hunger. A new hunger. My body wants these cocks. Wants these men, but I don’t know what to do with myself. I can feel the wetness Alexios discovered between my thighs. There’s more of it now.
The hand that caressed my hair now draws me closer to him.
“Do you want to taste?”
He is taking his time with me, he is giving me the impression of choice. For that, I am grateful.
I am curious. I do want to taste. I want to know what this cock feels like. I want to know how I will feel when it goes inside me.
“Open your mouth,” he says gently. “That’s it...”
I part my lips. He pushes forward and I feel the hot flesh of his cock brushing between them. The head of it is softer than I anticipated, but the shaft is very hard. There is just a faint, masculine musk to the taste as he glides forward, filling my mouth with his cock.
“Oh, yessss,” he hisses, his eyes half closing.
I make a muffled sound around the thick flesh that is even now sliding out, leaving my mouth empty.
“Was that good?” His fingers caress my scalp, his dark eyes smiling down at me.
I give a little nod. It was good. It was different, the feeling of having this powerful man put the most sensitive part of his anatomy into my mouth. It suddenly occurs to me how much he was trusting me just now. He saw me slay a man not that long ago, but he is brave enough to risk his manhood to my teeth.
“You want to taste again?”
This isn’t about the taste, I know that. There is no real taste. There is just the pleasure he feels when he sinks his cock inside my hot, wet mouth. I see that in his eyes, and I think he sees the knowledge of what he’s doing in mine.
I open my lips for him, let him sink in one more time, feel the heat and hardness of his cock finding my tongue.
“God, that looks hot,” Pharaoh growls.
“The others are getting jealous,” Alexios smirks down at me. “Will you taste them too?”
I give a little nod. The dynamic is still unfolding between us, but I am starting to understand. They want pleasure from me, just as I want pleasure from them. It doesn’t have to hurt. And it doesn’t have to be against my will.
He pushes his cock between my lips and then pulls it out one more time, his fingers scratching lightly across my scalp in a reassuring motion. Then Pharaoh does the same. Then Tore. Then Keanau. Four big, strong cocks slide in and out of my mouth in rotation, using me.
“Good girl,” Pharaoh praises me.
“Such a good girl,” Keanau agrees.
“Very good,” Tore adds.
“Perfect,” Alexios drawls, just as his cock slides over my tongue.
I am learning something. Pain dissuades me from being outright bad, but I never knew how good being good could feel. This is the first time I have seen true approval on their faces. I like how it looks. I like how it makes me feel warm deep inside. I like how I feel protected, and somehow cared for, even as those cocks slide in and out of my mouth in a slow rotation.
“Touch yourself, Trissa,” Pharaoh says.
I slip my hand down between my legs, and find myself wetter than I have ever been. These cocks, pressing between my lips, sliding in and out, are setting off a sexual reaction I can’t control. There’s something searingly hot about being on my knees before these men, having them clustered around me, wanting me. They are all stronger than me, they can all take me as they please. They have no need to be kind or gentle, or slow, but they are taking their time, letting me explore their bodies in the most primal way, with my lips and tongue.
“How does that pussy feel, girl?” Keanau grunts the question. His cock is so hard, and when he pushes it into my mouth I taste the salt of his need. He stretches my mouth with every stroke and I can only imagine what it will feel like when he takes me properly for the first time.
There will be a first time. There will be seven first times. Every single one of these men is going to take me. Kneeling with my knees spread, my fingers in my pussy, rubbing the wet little bud I used to grind against. I am beginning to feel a hint of the capacity of my body to both experience pleasure and give it.
“This isn’t going to do it,” Tore grunts. “I can’t come from a few strokes. I need her mouth.”
“Take it,” Keanau says, pulling free. “We’ll each have our turn.”
Tore clasps me by the back of the head and begins to plunge his cock in and out of my mouth. He is careful not to go too deep, but I can sense his urgency and his need in the straining muscles of his forearm and the guttural, masculine grunts emerging from his throat.
Suddenly, hot viscous liquid fills my mouth, bathing my tongue in the strangest taste I have ever encountered. It shocks and surprises me.
I scream and yank out of his grasp, spitting and coughing.
“What’s wrong?” Tore and the others look at me with pure confusion.
“What was that!” I stare at him, wiping my face with my hand. The taste is rich and thick in my mouth, unescapable.
Suddenly, their expressions range from amused to, well, more amused. Tore’s softens into compassion when he sees how frightened I am.
“Come here,” he says, reaching out, grasping me by the ankle, and drawing me back to him. “That was cum, Trissa.”
“Nobody told me it was liquid!”
“Oh, my...” He scoops me up in his arms and holds me close to his chest, just as he did after he spanked me, except this time, instead of crying, I am trying to get the taste out. It’s so very strange, like nothing I have ever tasted before. It’s pungent and sort of savory, but in the oddest way.
“Nobody told you what cum is?” Alexios asks the question.
“Nothing comes out when I come! Why does it come out of you!”
“Why does it...” Pharaoh repeats the question.
“You don’t know anything about sex, do you, girl?” Keanau asks me.
It’s true. I don’t. My father never talked about it. I knew that it had something to do with pleasure. I knew when I climaxed what that meant.
I picked up little bits here and there over the years, overheard conversations with a few passing raiders and travelers, but nobody told me about the liquid.
“Let me show you,” Alexios says. “Lie back. Tore, hold her so I can cover those breasts...”
“Don’t you dare get that on me,” Tore growls, nevertheless putting me into position, my arms pulled back behind me, my chest thrust out. Again, I am vulnerable and exposed. I squirm, but Tore holds me in place on his lap, murmurs little words of encouragement to me, while threatening Alexios.
“There’s seven of us. Better get used to cum,” Alexios smirks, his fist pumping along the shaft of his cock. “You’re beautiful, girl, and you’re going to earn so much of our cum. These are just the first tastes...”
Just like Tore, his voice becomes strained, his breathing catches, his grunts are more guttural as he strokes his cock with hard, swift motions, then throws his head back and lets out a roar of release.
His cum shoots in great jetting streams, landing on my breasts, slipping down and coating my nipples in warm viscous fluid.
It feels... nice. Not just the warm cum, but seeing him like that. These men are incredibly strong and perfectly in control, but they lose control when they are with me, even if only for a few moments.
Keanau and Pharaoh are left, their hands wrapped around their cocks.
“Do you want to taste more?” Pharaoh asks the question, his elegant, brutal beauty captivating me into a small nod.
Tore releases me, Alexios’ seed running down my breasts as the thickness of the semen seems to dissolve into a stickier part and a watery one, but I am not paying attention to the cum on me. I am paying attention to the cock in front of me.
“Take it in your mouth,” Pharaoh urges me gently. “Suck on it a little, let your mouth go up and down.”
Before, they were taking my mouth, now I am the one doing the work on my hands and knees, my tongue tracing a delicate little path around the head of his dick.
“Yes, good girl,” he praises. His voice is already changing, getting tighter, deeper. I like it. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock completely and give a little sucking motion. The rumble in return, followed by a gasping exhale teaches me so much. I may be small, may be weak. I was starting to think I would be utterly unable to control my destiny, but this shows me I can.
I let my mouth sink deeper, keeping my lips tight, and I feel Pharaoh move forward. He’s no longer standing. He’s on his knees on the bed, and as I sink down to find his cock again, a sense of mischievous power rushes through me.
They own me, but maybe I own them too. They need me. I am the only woman within miles. I am the only one who can satisfy them this way.
“She has some talent at that,” Keanau murmurs. He is still to come, and I can see his cock throbbing with need, the head swollen, the shaft gripped tightly in his fist. Looking him in the eye, I run my mouth in a deliberately slow motion over Pharaoh’s rod, my tongue twisting around his shaft.
“Oh, you little minx,” Keanau growls, the very corner of his lip twisting in what might be amusement.
Maybe I shouldn’t tease him, but the only power I’ve felt I’ve had since I got here was when I killed the sheriff—and I can’t kill them all. I’ll have to settle for little torments, like making Keanau watch me bring pleasure to another man while he stands there aching with need for me.
“Good girl, nice and slow, take it all,” Pharaoh encourages me, not seeing what is going on with Keanau. I do as I am told, but I make a show of it.
Keanau’s brows rise, his lips spread in what might be a grin, but looks more like a snarl.
I keep working my mouth over Pharaoh’s thick rod, feeling it grow harder and hotter, hearing his groans of pleasure as my slower motions move him toward a powerful climax. I never break eye contact with Keanau, I make him watch what he doesn’t yet have. I let my tongue twirl with artistic flair, I torment him in every way until finally Pharaoh cannot take any more and spills his seed down my throat with a ragged cry.
“Oh, you’re mine now,” Keanau says, grabbing me the moment I am done swallowing. I have been teasing his big, thick rod for long minutes now and he is all out of patience.
He takes my head between his big, powerful hands, and he pushes his cock into my mouth, fucking me harder and deeper and more forcefully than any of the others did.
Obscene wet sounds fill the room as he plunges his cock into my mouth, ravaging my lips.
“You’re a hot little fuck,” he growls down at me, those dark eyes locked on mine. “I’m going to use your pussy like this too. I’m going to hold you down and fuck that virgin cunt of yours so long and so hard...” He trails off into a grunt, but his words have had the effect he wanted. I am bucking my hips against my hand, rubbing my wet pussy, looking for the peak that seems to elude me over and over again.
In the end, it is not my touch, but his words that send me over the edge, the promise of being fucked and used and owned—all terrifying prospects when I am clear of mind suddenly becoming utterly arousing now that I have his dick plunging into my mouth.
We both climax as he hammers his cock over my tongue, my fingers desperately rubbing that slippery bud until the pleasure makes my muscles seize and I am allowed to collapse back against the bed.
“Good girl,” Alexios praises me first. They all join in, masculine rumbles of approval that make me glow almost as much as the orgasm did. I have not been treated this way before—and I like it.
I like feeling the aftermath of pleasure, shared with others. I like the way they lie next to me on the bed, Alexios on one side of me, Keanau on the other, Tore and Pharaoh two muscular sentinels at either side.
Since being captured, I have existed in a state of tension. My previous orgasms were small valves, alleviating some of the pressure, but this is something else—a total relaxation that allows me to sink into the bed and lose myself in their embrace.
“Will it always be like this?”
“It will be better,” Keanau promises me, his large hand slipping over my waist to cuddle me back against him. “It will get more pleasurable as you learn your body and ours.”
I half close my eyes and let myself enjoy the feeling for a moment or two. Mattias’ words come back to me. He told me this is what I was made for, that I would find satisfaction in the arms and beds of these men. Was he right? Should I simply give in to this feeling, let myself become a pampered captive?
Alexios is lying in front of me. His is the only face I can see. He smiles into my eyes as I look at him.
“I want you to let me go.”
“What do you mean?” He reaches out and caresses my cheek softly.
“My family died so I could be free of places like this. I want you to let me go. Back to the wild. Please.”
“Not a chance,” Tore snorts from the far side of the bed.
I fall silent, but the calm feeling I enjoyed is replaced with the slow burn of anger. They don’t own me. They might have bought me, but I was never the sheriff’s to sell, and now he’s dead.
“Freedom isn’t free,” Alexios says. “We can keep you safe.”
“From what?”
“From the world.”
“The last thing any of you make me feel is safe.”
There is a rumble of chuckles. I don’t know these men. These men don’t know me.
“I’m going to be free,” I tell Alexios. They can all hear me, but he is the only one looking me in the eye.
He smiles, but it is the indulgent smile a parent might give a child if the child were to declare that they intend to be a helicopter when they grow up.
“You don’t have to fight anymore,” he murmurs, those deep brown eyes lit with a warmth that makes me feel squirmy. “You have all of us to fight for you.”
“So what do I have to do? Just lie back and let you all fuck me?”
Big hands settle on my waist. Keanau flips me around to face him.
“You,” he says, his han
dsome, tattooed face lit with promise, “are going to have our babies. You are going to turn this place from one of death to one of life.”
There’s a knock at the door before I can respond. Mattias opens it.
“Gentlemen,” he says. “There is a matter of some urgency I suggest you attend to.”
“What is it?” Tore and Pharaoh sit up. Alexios and Keanau stay in position beside me.
“Evidently, the soldiers you spared yesterday went to the citizenry. The sheriff’s passing has been noted with some anger. There is a mob forming.”
Like that, they are all out of bed in a shot. I am left in the cooling wake of the warm spots where their bodies lay until I decide to follow them. Whatever is going on, I want to know about it.
We all go to the balcony where the sheriff used to give his speeches from. There are screens and cameras set up, so he could address thousands of people from on high. The other three mercenaries are already there, enjoying the view I suppose.
There are quite a few men milling around below. Maybe a couple thousand. Some of them are still wearing the sheriff’s guard uniforms. They are not happy. The shouting of the rabble is quite frightening, and I do not trust that these men can survive it.
“We knew this was going to be a problem,” Silver drawls. He, among them all, does not seem terribly concerned. He leans against the balcony and even gives the people below a friendly wave, which is responded to with greater howls of rage.
“Stop teasing them,” Keanau says.
“This place is fortified,” Silver points out. “They can’t do anything to us from down there.”
He’s so damn cocky.
“At some point, they may develop the technology of ladders,” Zen points out. “And we will not be able to stop them all—the guards probably know secret ways in and out as well.”
“You scared?” Cowboy drawls, in a way that strongly implies he is not.
“Alright,” Tore interjects. “We came here to get the girl, not to depose the sheriff. Let’s just leave.”
“Inadvisable, sir.” It’s Elias who speaks. Everyone, including me, seems to be surprised he is here.