“I need some serious fucking tonight.”
Letting the bridles fall, not one look in Ylianor’s direction, the
leader followed immediately. Chris hurried inside, up the stairs, his
desire now completely out of control, going crazy if he did not have a
rigid cock to nurse within seconds. Duncan’s equipment was exactly what
he needed, already hard as he entered the bedroom and claimed it from
by avid hands rubbing above the clothes. Unable to resist further, he
dropped to his knees to replace them with his mouth, impatient for the
taste of something real, not Ylianor’s witchcraft. The erection was
just as he wanted it—pungent smell, acrid taste, huge size growing
bigger with each tongue stroke rushing to cover it all, however
impossible the task. He sucked it to the throat anyway, hoping for a
“Oh, no, I’m not going to make it easy for you.” Evidently reading his
intentions, Prince Caldwell dragged him to the bed. “Not since you’ve
decided to deprive me of my…no, of our slave.”
“Oh, come on.” Lying on his back, Chris raised his legs to help Duncan take off his pants. “I know you love her—”
“Wrong, Angel.” Pants on the floor, the prince elevated the naked legs
until the thick shaft aimed directly at Chris’s butt hole. “It has
nothing to do with love…” Then he shoved his way inside, forceful. “All
to do with sex.”
“Hey…” Chris had to pause, the thrust having cut off his breath and not
because of pleasure alone. “You already broke her every fucking hole—”
“Wrong again, Angel.” Bending to reach his ear while adjusting the fit,
Duncan’s breath tickled. “I left her best piece to you, knowing how
much you’d like to take it yourself.”
“You mean…” Chris’s shaft spammed all together. “You didn’t touch her…”
Shifting position, he let the leader’s cock slide to the hilt and
screwed it firmly inside.
“Yeah, I left that magnificent ass of hers to you, ungrateful bastard.”
Finding a rhythm, Duncan pumped repeatedly. “And it was the damnest,
hardest concession of my life ‘cause it’s so fucking tempting. If her
cramped cunt was any indication, I got hard just imagining how tight
her ass would be after no one’s used it for so long.”
“Robbie probably did.” Enlarging the narrow space, Chris moved to match the tempo.
“The fool didn’t touch it.” Another slam and the erection dug into
Chris’s ass. “And neither did I ‘cause I wanted you to have it first.”
He straightened to change rhythm while planting the cock deeper with
each ramming. “It must be delicious to ravage it—”
“Don’t remind me, lover. I can almost taste it.” To prove how excited
he was at the mere thought, he accelerated their dance. “It’s a damn
generous offer of yours.”
“Generosity has nothing to do with it.” Again, Duncan bent to whisper
the words, his stomach pressing on Chris’s swollen piece. “Unlike you,
nothing turns me on—besides fucking you, I mean—more than sharing her
with you.” He highlighted the concept with a powerful thrust that made
Chris wonder whether it would come out of his throat. “Sure, I like her
to myself from time to time, but you never got it into your thick head
the game’s always between you and me, never between me and her.” The
hip swing increased and for a moment, Chris thought he would lose it,
words melting in Duncan’s sensual ass fuck that rubbed their flesh
together in a fiery friction, getting hotter with every bang. “That’s
why I want you to be her master, the same as I, so we can be truly
“Her ass is part of the deal?”
“From now on, her ass belongs to you.” Long black hair falling on
Chris’s shoulders, he did not pull up, simply stayed half-lying down so
that the hammerings coincided with a firm slide of Chris’s cock.
Similar to a hand job, only faster, their bodies coming together
created a snug spot, hot and irresistible. “Which means I’ll have to
ask for your permission every time I want to use it.”
Then Chris lost it for real, the sperm shooting spasmodically from the
uncontrollably jerking shaft. But true pleasure was yet to come. “Wait
up.” Recovering, he slid back, unplugging the erection still screwing
his ass. “I’ll bring her right over.” Then he shuffled out the room,
stopping in front of the door.
Lit candle in hand, Ylianor was coming up the stairs with a determined
look on her face that warned she would not take no for an answer.
“Ready to get fucked?” Well, lucky for her, he had no objections now.
“There are two starving cocks demanding your attention.” He got closer.
“And they’ve almost ran out of time.”
“One certainly has.” Repressing a giggle, she glanced at the mess on his stomach, glowing in the half-darkness.
“Which requires careful cleaning.” Picking her up was no effort, so thin he could have carried her single-handedly.
“So now I’ve become a useful tongue?” She snuggled to his chest, making the tide rise dangerously.
“No, your best feature is still your ass.” Returning inside the room he
lay the candle on a nightstand, then dropped her on the bed, right next
to Duncan’s sprawled form, so fucking exciting with the long hair
scattered on the sheets, black eyes blazing and shaft still erect.
Unable to resist, Chris kissed him full on the mouth. “Our slave’s
here, Reverend Leader.”
“About time.” Stretching, Prince Caldwell grabbed Ylianor and brought
her close, right between them. “Since someone’s got to clean you off
first…” Holding her neck, he guided her to Chris’s stomach as her
obedient tongue removed the seed traces. “Then me…” Evidently judging
she was done, he swung her head around and pressed it on his cock.
“What I want is one thing alone.” But before propping up her ass to his
convenience, Chris watched her tongue slide down the base of the
erection that twitched in pleasure, lips soon following to engulf it
completely, or at least trying. If it was nearly impossible for him, it
was definitely out of the question for her smaller mouth however
commendable her efforts that got Chris hard again as he set about
rimming the narrow hole. Off the intriguing dress—he appreciated it,
had to admit—she was completely naked underneath and already wet. He
could smell it, no need to thrust his fingers in her cunt, which he did
anyway to bring some of the juice to the rear where it was most needed,
sticking it inside also to test just how tight she was.
“Angel, don’t distract my slave,” Duncan teased at Ylianor’s moan with
consequent throwing back of her butt, holding her neck as to avoid any
“Sorry, lover, but this ass is way tighter than you prospected.”
Another decisive finger shove, then Chris bent and replaced it with his
tongue, gentler for sure with its luscious laps around the edge. Tip
enflaming the desire he knew Ylianor would not resist long, he drenched
it to prevent problems, his naturally, certainly not hers.
She seemed to accept his assessment, or maybe the prince kept her too
busy sucking the erection that strangled her at times, judging from the
loud coughs and abrupt setbacks despite Duncan’s clutch. Still she
wriggled her ass so delightfully, Chris knew he could not waste a
second more, just had to have it on the spot without further delays,
ready to aim—
“I have a better position in mind.” Prince Caldwell stopped him. “Take
her face up…” Rising, he reached Chris. “So I can use a piece of ass,
too.” The tongue traced his ear. “Since I didn’t get to finish my
“But…” Won’t it hurt her more? Strange as it was—Duncan wanting to
cause pain to his beloved princess, something he would never willingly
consent to ordinarily—the thought did not go into words because Chris
caught Ylianor’s surprised glance that told him the two of them
discussed it sometime before, not right at the moment. In fact. Chris
was sure they had not head-talked since leaving the Turner’s, his mind
free of their familiar background rumble.
“Since when do you worry about her pain?”