“So where do we go from here?” The demon rolled on a side to stare at her in particular.
“Depends on what you want to do.” Duncan chuckled softly, shifting his position to move closer.
The prince was on her opposite side, sprawled on the same wooden pier
above the lake they had reached on their way to the Blandry District.
Green, luscious vegetation down to the water, the lake was so wide it
was difficult to see form one shore to the other.
“Oh, I have a couple of ideas.” The demon snarled.
“Hey, didn’t you have a date or something?” The leader’s sarcasm laced every word.
“I thought I did.” Chris, instead, did not bother to conceal it. “But
someone hasn’t made up her mind yet.” Rather nuzzled the nape of her
neck before biting hard.
“About what?” The light tease turned definitely sexier with Duncan’s hand insinuating between her closed legs to pry them apart.
“Nothing we should be discussing in front of a slave.” Chris’s hand
slipped beneath her pants, gliding on the sweat she was hoping Stella
would dry. “And a dirty one at that.” Without warning, Chris picked her
up and flung her into the lake.
The fresh water cooled her boiling flesh immediately as she fell down
to the bottom. Not deep enough to pose a problem for an able swimmer
like her, as she pushed up to rise to the surface again. Just in time,
too. Chris and Duncan, completely naked, were diving in, to get her
probably. “Oh, no, you don’t.” Laughing, Ylianor began swimming away,
but the wet clothes slowed her down.
“How can you possibly think a slave can escape her masters?” The prince
was the first to grab Ylianor’s ankle and glide her to him.
“Not in a million years.” Reaching them, the demon signaled to get
closer to shore. “Particularly when her services are required.” Then he
took her from the leader’s hands.
“Shut up.” Playfully pushing her head below the water, Chris
effectively closed her mouth. “Slaves don’t talk.” He reminded pulling
her up again.
“Just don’t drown her before we’ve used her, Angel.”
“Not a chance, lover.” Approaching the pier’s pole, Chris straightened
and picked her up. “I have every intention of keeping her busy for a
while.” Then he started undressing her. With Duncan’s help, he got her
naked in a minute, throwing her clothes on the platform above their
heads. Then she was obliged to kneel, with the water circling her waist
for the very obvious purpose of sucking them.
“You know, Angel, I’ve got a great suggestion on how to celebrate our
victory over Virtus.” He pushed her head on his stirring cock, which
left her no choice except to swallow it whole.
“I’m all ears.” It was Chris’s turn, yanking her hair to have her focus
on his demanding piece. Already bigger than Duncan’s she gagged on it.
“You could get pledged.” The prince returned her mouth to his
equipment. It was getting bigger with every lap and increasingly harder
to draw all the way to the balls.
“What a novel idea!” Before he could grab her hair again, she bobbed to
Chris’s shaft, the pungent odor driving her crazy now. “Why didn’t I
think of it before?”
“Because you don’t like women, remember?” Duncan’s hard cock, instead,
made her clit throb furiously the moment her tongue wrapped around the
“Almost forgot.” Chris chuckled, which did not restrain his forceful shoves in her yielding cavity.
“But since you can only pledge to women—”
“I suppose I’ll have to find a suitable one.” The demon’s erection
reached her throat again. She would have jumped back had he not held
her head in check. As usual, he loved to fuck her mouth, literally.
“But where am I going to find one on such short notice?” And it spun
her craving to the stars.
“Well, there’s a whole bunch of them at the Hall—the Ellis sisters for
instance.” If Prince Caldwell was gentler, he was no less demanding of
her skills. The fat crown plunging deeper than she would have consented
was proof enough.
“Sure, if I only knew which one to choose.” Chris and Duncan both
laughed. She had heard them joke about the Ellis sisters while riding,
so knew exactly what opinion they held.
“They weren’t bad, though only as a pair,” Prince Caldwell confessed.
So he had slept with both. Again, something she had learned from their
“Then I’d have to take them both, which frankly doesn’t seem like much
of an alternative.” Swinging her head on him, Chris pretended a hard
intake and a vigorous lick, also to the balls, before releasing her
head. “Besides, we’d have to reach the Hall just to choose a woman, and
I wouldn’t want to waste my leader’s precious time on something so
trivial.” It was only momentary. Gripping her neck, Ylianor had to
choke on him once more. “Don’t you have someone closer?”
“Mmmm…” On Duncan’s cock, she took her time to pamper it lavishly,
getting wetter at the thought of what it could do to her. “I might.”
“Do tell.” The demon’s shaft heightened the sensation of moistness
between her legs, which had nothing to do with the water stroking the
“I will, but first I need a change of services.” By now they were both
so swollen Ylianor had no doubt they would bust if things remained the
same. So she was not surprised when he picked her up and edged toward
Evidently understanding the leader’s intentions, the demon followed
him, trapping her between them. Duncan leaned against the pole, then
brought her pussy down on his erection. The first impact left her
breathless. To have him again inside her was too good to be true. With
a twisting rotation, she facilitated his penetration, enjoying every
second of the slow screwing, made harder by the upright position. And
without fail, Chris was already working on her ass, sticking two wet
fingers in it to have it yield at his command. Well, he need not worry.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her, if not more, and her butt
opening wide to his solicitations was proof enough.
“Fuck!” Never slow to catch things, it took a mere second for the demon
to understand. “Never thought she’d want it so bad in her ass.”
“She can’t get enough in her cunt either.” The prince was totally
right. Her slit had reached his balls. Still, she pushed down to have
“Now what were you proposing, lover?” A hard shove, demon-style, and Chris got as deep as claiming her guts.
“I know this girl…” Holding her buttocks, Duncan slid her up and down
for both their benefits. “Not very clear origins, but she was recently
adopted by a very influential family.”
“How influential?” Chris’s cock scorched her behind with its forceful
thrusts, as if it could get any further than her guts and his balls.
“Is close to the leader enough for you, Angel?” But the stiff erection
pumping her front combined the two sensations into a single unbearable
“Could be.” Despite the precarious position, the demon—Damn
him!—managed to ram her rear as though he were absolutely comfortable.
“As long as she’s not a servant’s daughter or worse…” Now his hot
breath tickled her ear. “A worthless slave.”
Shivers of pleasure running down her spine made her fear she would lose
it. Instead, she knew she had to hang on to the end of their discussion.
“As I said, her origins are unclear, but the adoption takes care of any
negative implications about her birth.” Also for Prince Caldwell, it
was getting harder to resist. She felt it in his rapid breathing and
“I suppose you’re right.” At her back, Chris’s thick tone was another
sure sign he was close to his own edge. “So given the circumstances,
she’d be just grateful to receive an offer from an important family—”
“One of the highest ranking in the High Council.” The pounding
escalated all together, ass and cunt hammered by the two rigid pieces
breaking her apart in their race for release.
“Right, so she wouldn’t dare refuse a lord—”