The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Even though his cock was standing up proudly from his crotch, Morgan waved his fingers at the mirror on the wall. The smooth surface shimmered and suddenly they were looking in on King Hievard’s bedroom.

  “Don’t move quickly,” said Morgan. “The image goes both ways. We don’t want to attract their attention. And be quiet. They can hear us as easily as we can hear them.” She and her husband were playing a dangerous game, a game that she found she was more than happy to play.

  Luckily for them, Cassandra doubted that it was possible for the trio they were spying on to notice them. King Hievard was in bed with both his wives and they were already suitably distracted.

  “We shouldn’t be spying on them,” she whispered to her husband.

  “Why not?” asked Morgan as he turned his wife around and slowly forced her down on all fours on the bed. He knelt behind her and fitted his hard cock into her waiting cunt. Despite the questionable morality of spying on the king as he had sex with his wives, Cassandra felt herself drawn into the scene before her, helped along by Morgan’s able cock. He fucked her slowly and lovingly, unlike what Hievard was doing to Andromache and Listrada.

  At the moment they could see the king kneeling behind Andromache much like Morgan was doing to Cassandra, but the queen’s face, instead of being turned upright to observe a mirror on the wall, was buried between Listrada’s legs.

  The younger queen seemed to be enjoying the older queen’s oral attentions. She was writhing about and gasping, obviously in the middle of the throes of passion, which made what Andromache did next seem positively cruel.

  She lifted her mouth from the other queen’s cunt. “See?” she asked. “It’s not that hard. You can get fucked and give pleasure at the same time.”

  Cassandra could just barely see the moisture that Listrada had left behind on Andromache’s face.

  “We need to switch positions,” said Andromache.

  Hievard groaned in frustration. “You two wenches are going to drive me crazy. The gods will curse me from the afterlife because I’ll be so lust-sodden.”

  Despite his complaints, the women changed their positions and Hievard plunged his royal scepter, already wet and hard, into Listrada’s well-primed cunt. There was a moment of hesitation before she lowered her face to Andromache’s cunt, the rose-colored target between her wide-spread legs.

  Andromache ran her fingers through Listrada’s hair. “Like you were born to do this,” she complimented her new lover before letting her head fall back on the pillow.

  The young queen was almost too distracted by the king’s cock to fully focus on what she was doing to Andromache. However cunnilingus came naturally to Listrada, or at least it did with the magical and artful help from Morgan she loved the task that she faced, except it was difficult to love Andromache’s cunt as much as she wanted to because of Hievard’s cock.

  It was the lover’s dilemma, something she hadn’t understood until that moment.

  “Suck on my clit,” Andromache instructed. “I love that.”

  Listrada did as she was bade and Andromache gasped at the anticipated sucking but was alarmed at the enthusiasm that Listrada showed. She wanted to make the young woman stop, but Hievard was close to this moment of crisis—Andromache recognized the signs for he hadn’t changed at all over the years—and she didn’t want to spoil the moment.

  Hievard grabbed his wife’s hips and slammed hard into her repeatedly. There was no art or skill to his thrusts. He just fucked her as hard as he could because it was what he wanted out of her. Luckily for her she loved what he did to her. The king unleased his copious load of cum into her cunt with a triumphant grunt. The spunk he shot was thick and hot and all but burned inside of Listrada. She loved that too. She was a simple woman and being used for sex was what she was born and bred for. The orgasm that Hievard forced upon her passed through her body and caused her to suck all the more ardently on Andromache’s clit. The king’s first wife clamped her legs around Listrada’s head and cried out passionately. Her body bucked once and then twice, jostling loose Listrada’s mouth from Andromache’s clit.

  That was fine with the blonde queen. Her orgasm already had full control of her body, but she was certainly not in control off her body. The orgasm quickly reached its peak and Listrada was treated to a surprise spurt of girlcum in her face. The young queen with the jet-black hair didn’t know how to react. She didn’t know a woman could do such a thing. The girlcum was sweet and warm and coated her face. The king witnessed Andromache’s release of pleasure and seemed to enjoy the show. He managed to slam his hips into Listrada twice more and she could feel him further deposit more cum into her cunt. It was to the point where it was literally being forced out of her body and was sliding down her inner thighs.

  “You haven’t changed a bit, my dear,” Hievard said to Andromache as she panted heavily from her fierce orgasm.

  “I haven’t cum like that since you last fucked my, Hie,” she replied with a smug smile.

  “I didn’t know a woman could cum like that,” Listrada said, still amazed, as she wiped away Andromache’s cum from her cheeks and chin. Her hand was now wet and she licked it unselfconsciously.

  “It’s been a few years since I’ve been properly fucked,” said Andromache.

  “It seems to me that you could cum like a man whenever you wanted to,” Hievard said with an amused smile as he eased himself out of Listrada’s cunt. Only when he was gone did she realized that she had cum as well, but in the confusion of their scrum, she had barely noticed it.

  “Only with you, my love,” said Andromache. “Only with you.” Her eyes fell upon Listrada’s ripe body. “Did he fill you up?”

  If the woman’s face wasn’t already red from her orgasm she would have ripened like a tomato. “Yes,” she admitted with shame. This was not normal behavior for her but she had already learned to love it.

  “Do you mind if I clean you?” asked Andromache.

  Before the young queen could answer Andromache pushed her over and spread her legs. She had been expecting the blonde queen to find a washrag to wipe up the mess of her cunt. Instead Andromache lowered her face to the black-trimmed cunt and started lapping up Hievard’s cum with enthusiasm.

  Listrada looked at her new lover with amazement. It had never occurred to her that such a thing would be desirable and now she regarded it with something akin to glee because she wanted to do the same for Andromache.

  “They move together beautifully,” commented Cassandra softly. Morgan’s lips were right beside her ear. She was now laying on the bed with her on top her of, his cock curved into the crease of her buttocks, firmly wedged halfway into her cunt.

  “I barely noticed,” he commented to his wife. Oddly, it was the truth. While he had been keeping an eye on the royal trio in the midst of their small orgy, he was more interested in his wife. What need did a man have for two women when his own wife was a new woman every day?

  “Liar,” she accused him.

  “I only have eyes for you,” he countered. “And two of that trio are only interested in each other because of yours truly.” He continued to move his cock back and forth within her. It wasn’t passionate sex, but the sort of sex that a happily married couple had when they were content with each other.

  “Can you turn off the mirror?” she asked him.

  “Why? I thought you liked spying on our king and his queens.”

  “I want to be loud when you fuck me. I need to cum like Andromache.”

  Morgan weaved his fingers back and forth and the mirror became nothing more than an ordinary reflecting surface. He then proceeded to fuck her until she was crying out to the gods in all the multiverse for him to finish her off. It wasn’t as good an orgasm as what Andromache had, but Cassandra didn’t care. She was happy with her husband.

  “One last request, dear husband,” she said as he rolled off her.

  “Anything for you, my love.”

  “Can you make it so I can watch the king make lo
ve to his wives whenever I want?” She arched her eyebrow at him while maintaining an innocent visage.

  “That would be unethical?”

  “So?”

  He sighed and gestured toward the mirror. The air became familiarly greasy and then the sensation faded. “Just run your finger down the surface and you’ll see what you want. Be careful, my love. This is the sort of thing that upsets kings.”

  Cassandra nodded but didn’t bother telling her husband she flatly didn’t care.

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  An uneasy truce fell over the city. Morgan only had to address minor magical concerns. The king and his queens had a minimal number of public appearances. All was happy.

  Cassandra was bored. She continued to wake each day with a new body. When there was a lull in her life like this she sought of relief with sexual adventures because Morgan took every quiet moment to look further into a cure for her curse. One day, when she had a particularly fit body of a young lady with unnaturally large tits, she slipped off to Miss Brandywine’s looking for Meira and Lyhorn.

  It was Hievard who contact Morgan for help. He was discrete in his summoning of the wizard and Morgan was glad to have some respite from his fruitless quest to solve his wife’s problem.

  In Hievard’s private chambers Morgan gave a formal bow and asked, “How are you, my liege? Are your two wives proving too much for a man of your age? Are they exhausting you?”

  He looked sourly at Morgan and nodded his head at the few councilors in the room. They all left without a word of complaint.

  “In a word, wizard, no.”

  Morgan frowned. “You have more stamina than I give you credit for.”

  The king’s face soured further. “That’s not it at all.”

  “Oh?”

  “They don’t want me at all,” he complained.

  Morgan inclined his head. “You are a few years older than them,” he said carefully. “Perhaps they’d prefer a young man?”

  “Wrong again, wizard! They prefer each other.”

  Morgan put on a convincing show of surprise. “Oh? What are the chances of two noble ladies having sapphic persuasion?”

  “I don’t care! I want to wet my cock with some royal cunt!”

  Taking the attitude of a councilor too heavily put upon, Morgan sat down in one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs with a sigh. “You are the king. You can simply order them to fuck you. That’s what I would do, my liege.”

  “I’ve done that,” he groused. “They are obedient enough, but they are more interested in each other.”

  “Take a mistress,” suggested Morgan. “There are plenty of pretty young maids out there who would be happy to polish the royal knob.”

  “That’s not what I want either!” the king practically roared. “What the fuck did you do to my wives!”

  “Nothing!” the wizard snapped back. “You can’t expect to play fast and loose with hearts and minds and not have to pay a price!”

  The two men seethed at each other a minute. The king’s power was absolute within the city but he knew to respect the magical abilities of the man who could summon up demons and call upon the forces of nature to destroy the city with the same effort the king put into fucking a woman.

  “I don’t think adding a third woman to the mix would be a solution,” he suggested to Morgan.

  “Then I’d keep her on the side, fuck the two queens when you want, get another heir or two, and shuffle off this mortal coil with the reputation of a man and king who knew how to keep two women happy in bed with his royal cock.”

  “I just wish they’d invite me to their beds more often,” Hievard groused.

  “I might be able to help with that,” Morgan lied.

  “You can?”

  “Give me some time.”

  While Miss Brandywine’s was an establishment of good repute and quality whores, it was not the sort of place that especially appealed to Cassandra. She was welcome to peruse the merchandise, but she had one specific goal in mind when she entered the large building.

  It took little time to get ahold of Lyhorn. To Cassandra’s surprise he was working as a laborer in the bordello. He revealed to her there was surprisingly little demand for an ogre with a monstrously sized cock to fuck men or women of any race.

  Cassandra found that to be very sad.

  “It’s Meira who earns most of our money in the bedroom. I’m usually there for special requests or to put on a show fucking her,” he revealed.

  “I’d love to fuck the two of you again.”

  Lyhorn couldn’t help the smile that crawled across his broad striped face revealing too many sharp teeth. “I’d like that pleasure as well.”

  “Can you and Meira meet me back at the tower?”

  “We’re supposed to charge extra for callouts.”

  “I’m the city wizard’s wife. I can afford it.”

  “But for you we’ll charge nothing.”

  That was all the invitation that Cassandra needed.

  The difficult part of their plan was getting Meira away from the bordello. She had been requested by several clients and when she declined their bookings, they kept pushing the amount they were willing to pay higher and higher. Eventually they got to an amount where Meira was genuinely curious as to why a merchant would pay so much money to have sex with an elf.

  The corpulent man had a simple answer. He had money to burn and, “I want to fuck the elf that can take an ogre’s cock. If she can do that, she’ll do anything for me.”

  Meira was used to dealing with lascivious customers, but that was a little much for her. She declined the appointment and went to meet Lyhorn and Cassandra.

  At the tower she and Cassandra played for Lyhorn’s amusement. They alternated going down on each other and making the other woman cum while Lyhorn had his cock out and slowly masturbated. It was a long and deliberate tease which he loved and they loved doing for him.

  “It feels delicious when he shoots his cum all over me,” Meira confided in Cassandra between kisses. They were both on their knees, Meira’s hand between Cassandra’s legs, playing with her cunt while Cassandra focused on sucking the elf’s small tits. Meira didn’t show any special interest in Cassandra’s large tits, but that was fine because she could feel Lyhorn watching their every wobble and bobble. They were kneeling on the bed while Lyhorn stood next to them, absently rubbing his cock. Occasionally they would reach out and stroke him, but not enough to give him any real, long-lasting pleasure.

  It was a perfect way to spend the afternoon.

  Cassandra suddenly found herself unable to focus and concentrate. Meira’s fingers were too nimble and the elf forced upon Cassandra her fifth orgasm of the day. When the wave of pleasure had passed, Cassandra all but collapsed on the bed, any pretense of trying to keep going with the elf was dropped.

  “I’m exhausted. You wore me out.”

  Meira laughed and lay down next to her, conscious of Lyhorn’s eyes still upon them. “But I’m not done yet,” she crooned, taking Cassandra’s hand and placing it on her cunt.

  “Just give me a minute,” the shapeshifter begged.

  “Do you need something extra to revive you?” asked Meira. She had brought along an assortment of substances that would help them go all day and night if the woman wanted. More than anything Meira wanted another opportunity to fuck Morgan again, but she knew she might have to be patient.

  Cassandra’s eyes popped open. “Maybe. But you can’t tell anyone. I’ve got something special to show you and Lyhorn. Can you two promise to be quiet?”

  The elf and ogre exchanged glances and then nodded together.

  “You also have to promise not to tell Morgan. This is…well, you’ll see.”

  With some effort and a great deal of reluctance, Cassandra rolled off the bed and stumbled over to the mirror. There was paused and admonished her lovers once again to be quiet. Since the day was waning but the sun had not yet set, she took the extra step of performing the intricate
gesture for the windows to darken themselves. After that, it took her a moment to figure out how the gesture was supposed to work on the mirror.

  “What are you doing?” Meira asked archly, teasing her friend.

  “Shh!” Cassandra admonished her. The room was dark, but they could all see the shimmer as the mirror changed from a reflecting surface to a spying one. The shapeshifter stealthily slipped back into the bed and cozied up to Meira as Lyhorn rested his bulk on the edge of the overstuff mattress.

  “What are we seeing?” asked Meira, this time using a softer voice.

  “Quiet! They’ll hear you. Watch. Wait and see.” It only then occurred to Cassandra that they might wind up looking into the king’s private bedroom and see nothing more than a bed, expertly made by the palace maids.

  It took a moment for their eyes to focus and the image to resolve itself. At first they could just see silhouettes, but then everything snapped into view and the trio could see and heard everything.

  Queen Andromache was crouched on the bed on all fours, naked and with a blissful face. She was slightly askew to the mirror, but that was fine because her full breasts were in full view, only her cunt was hidden. It was harder to make out Queen Listrada underneath Andromache’s body, but her face was pressed up against the older queen’s cunt while her arms were wrapped around the blonde woman’s thighs. The sound of a busy tongue transmitted easily along with the soft sighs and moans from Andromache.

  “Is that—?” blurted out Meira before being quickly shushed by Cassandra, a hand thrust across the elf’s lips.

  “Yes,” Cassandra hissed softly. “We can see what they’re doing.”

  “They’re fucking is what they’re doing,” grinned Lyhorn, leaning down to the two women in the bed. “This is wonderful.” His voice caused the bed to vibrate slightly; Cassandra hoped none of this gave them away to the queens.

  Looking closely at the two sapphic lovers it was obvious that they were too caught up in their own affairs to worry about possibly magical spying.