From now on, nothing private. We’re going to play here in the open, where I can see you with my own eyes, too, agreed, Princess?
You’re the master.
Damn right I am! And I won’t touch you again, even if it kills me. Setting her down on the table, he moved away as if to enforce the decision.
No matter how much you want me?
He grinned seductively. No, no matter how much you want me. He loved to contradict, especially feeling the ferocious throbbing in her cunt. But I’ll give you to the first that comes asking.
If I like him!
Not necessarily. His lips curled in a snarl. I just realized what the object of our game is and it’s to train your body to sex alone. He leaned forward, being very careful not to touch her. No pleasure, not unless I say so. From now on, I’ll treat you like a slave has to be treated, a mere thing men and women will use for their pleasure alone. And you are to service whatever player I choose for I want to see how far I can take you, how much you’ll yield to sex for the sake of sex. But mostly, I can’t wait to see them fuck you until you have to beg me to make them stop!
She threw back her head defiantly. This wasn’t our agreement. You—
"Excuse me, Prince." Cloaked like a master, a tall dark man bowed. "I’m Koren and I want that slave." He pointed at Ylianor.
The ritual formula was not exactly as it should have been, but Duncan already knew he would not object, not after having looked over the man’s massive frame, which promised a huge cock. "Only if you do it here."
Unable to avert his hungry gaze from Ylianor’s breasts, the man licked his lips. "I was also thinking of bringing my slave, too…" He looked at the prince hesitantly. "Unless you’d like to join me."
"No, thanks, she’s all yours. About the slave, is it a man or a woman?"
"A man."
"Then by all means call him."
But, my prince—
It’s Master to you.
Blushing deeply, Ylianor did not protest further.
Koren returned and, after exchanging a glance with Prince Caldwell, nodded to his slave, a younger man, lighter in both skin and hair. "Make her ready," was Koren’s blunt order. Then he reached Duncan. "These slaves can be difficult if not prepared properly and I hate to spoil my pleasure on the details."
Curious to know of what details the man referred to, Prince Caldwell nodded in understanding and watched the slave run his hand on Ylianor’s body, forcefully penetrating her warm cavities, starting from the mouth, then the cunt. For the ass, he had an extra treatment as he flipped her over on her stomach and stuck three fingers inside the narrow hole. Ouch! She screamed in his head.
Relax, he ordered, feeling the fingers pushing into his ass as if they were a hungry cock. And her tight squeeze would increase any shaft’s pleasure, he mused, watching Koren’s erection growing by the second at the enticing sight.
The slave raised his gaze and indicated Ylianor’s mouth as if telling his master he could start from there because the ass needed further stimulations. Then to make the concept clearer, he shoved harder and Ylianor tensed more.
Koren moved forward. "All right, you keep working on her ass until it’s really welcoming, but first move her to the couch. I want to be comfortable."
The slave complied immediately, then pushed Ylianor’s head on his master’s crotch. As Duncan had guessed, the man took out a huge cock, one that, were Chris to see it, he would never have let go—
You should let him have it, rather than me.
Shut up and suck. But her ironic tone only evidenced her difficulty with the situation, particularly the near impossibility to hold just the bulging head in her mouth. Completely uncaring, Koren played a hard game, gagging her at every turn, using his slave to hold her head in position while he shoved at a frenzied rhythm.
Wanting to help her despite his resolve, the prince flooded her with a soothing sensation, along with the wave of his own growing excitement. This is the lesson. Just think of your body as an object to give pleasure to others. He glanced at her side. And relax your ass because his slave’s coming after it.
Her buttocks gleamed in the half-darkness and Duncan could not help admiring their firm roundness once more, although the slave did not seem touched. Aroused by his master’s game, his rigid member brushed the round butt, already sliding down the cleft to the tantalizing hole in its middle.
Koren breathed deeply at the sight. "Open her fucking ass wide. I want it nice and large."
The slave nodded in assurance, penetrating with a forceful thrust all the way to the hilt, not bothering to give Ylianor time to adjust.
Having felt the hard push that had enlarged the narrow space to inches in just a few moments, Duncan could not avoid intervening and since she had been good—not crying out, but trying to relax as he had suggested—she deserved a prize.
Once inside, the young man began a frantic pumping that raised his master’s interest in a flash. "Hey, don’t spoil it by coming." Koren’s warning sounded more like a growl as he turned to acknowledge Duncan’s approach. "Ah, Prince, your slave’s extremely well trained with her mouth."
"And with her ass, too. I’ve had it broken in by more than you can count."
"Really?" Grabbing Ylianor’s long hair, he stopped her head bob. "Then I’ll have to try it immediately." Getting up, he neared the slave. "That’s enough. Now go suck the prince. He needs your attentions, too."