40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  “By the gods, Princess… you have been a fine host… I… I…uuhhaahh…” Cullen arched his back, pushing more of his cock into her and looked up at the roof of the damp cave.

  Shania’s large green eyes went wide with his cock expanding even bigger in her mouth, stretching her throat painfully. Hot splashes of Cullen’s seed blasted down her throat; she gagged, swallowed frenetically, gagged again and swallowed. Trickles of his cum escaped from her mouth to run down her chin, making a mess over his cock shaft as she kept pumping him with her hands. She pulled her head back, till only the spewing head was in her mouth so she could taste him. His heaving orgasm went on and on, filling her hungry mouth and sliding down to her belly as he kept moaning and praising his pagan gods.

  Shania stood up, reluctantly releasing her hold on his softening cock. He reached out his hand and grabbed her by the waist. She felt a shiver run down her back as he did that. Her nipples began to ache as they stood out hard and erect.

  “Come to me, Princess.” Cullen called and pulled her over him.

  She climbed up on her hands and knees over his immensely large and muscular body, feeling his hardness at every touch. It filled her with nervous excitement, this was the largest, most fearsome man she was with and she loved every moment of it. Cullen wasted no time as he grabbed her and pulled her close to him. She fell into his massive arms as his eager mouth engulfed her left breast, making her arch her back and cry out. His hot, wet mouth sucked on her aroused nipple savagely, sending sparks of pleasure all through her. She grabbed his black maned head and squashed her soft breasts into his face.

  “Oh, Cullen…” Shania moaned as his large, calloused hands ran all over her back and belly.

  He hungrily sucked each of her breasts in turn. He grabbed her soft buttocks, feeling the welts he had earlier made there. Shania moaned into his ear, images of his huge organ filled her senses as he searched for her moist, warm arousal between her legs. His thick fingers found her sensitive clit and she gasped, jerking up as if she was shot by an arrow. He grunted as his mouth mashed against her heaving bosom and his fingers slid into the hot oven between her shapely thighs.

  “Come, Princess.” Cullen said thickly. “It’s time you rode on this horse.”

  Shania reached back and to her surprise his giant cock had risen up again, pushing up against her buttocks from under her. The heat from his pulsing cockhead fused with the heat of her wet pussy as she guided it in place. Cullen grabbed her curvy hips and pulled her down on his thick erection. She screamed, as it was a hot spear tearing its way into her soft defenseless walls. His thickness impaled her, filling her body with wracking pain and a hint of pleasure to come.

  “Oh, Gods of the Realm… Cullen… you’re so big... it hurts.” She screamed, throwing her head from side to side.

  He grunted hard, pulling her down even more as he thrust his hips upward. She trembled as his immense girth filled her up. The heat and pressure inside her made her belly churn and her head throb. His hard fingers clawed into her tender hips, making her wince and yet it seemed pleasurable. Cullen paused as his cock buried itself to the root, feeling her tightness clench down on it. Shania moaned as a shuddering wave coursed through her, making her mind reel.

  “Oh Cullen… the pain, but it’s so good.” Her voice quivered, she shook all over as she squatted on his cock.

  Shania pushed upward, making his cock stretch her insides. She leaned over him and kissed his lips passionately. His kissed back with savage passion, biting her lush lips, making her eyes mist over. The gentle pain excited her even more, fuelling her desires as his cock pulsed inside her and she felt it get even thicker. He pushed her up and down over him, making her slide over his cock, back and forth. The friction of his hardness on her sensitive canal ignited a raging fire inside. Shania felt the rising heat with every one of his strokes as she bounced on top of him, making her whole body shiver all at once. She gasped each time he was all the way in and she felt his huge balls bump against her plush ass, bringing even more pleasure.

  Cullen reached up and grasped her slender neck, curling his callused fingers into her tender skin, wrapped in her blazing red hair. She sensed he was trying at dominating her and she strangely enjoyed it. The highborn princess suddenly felt the need to be dominated - by a strong man, a man who knew what he wanted and a man who got things done. Cullen the Mercenary was the man who had finally tamed her wild, arrogant nature.

  “Oh Cullen, yes… yes, make me your love slave.” She whimpered. “I am yours, take me, you lowborn barbarian… take this high born slut and fuck her brains out.”

  “By the Riddle of Steel, princess,” He growled, as she bounced on him, “I’m beginning to really like you now.”

  Shania could feel his breath shorten; signaling that he was going to have an orgasm. A thrill rushed through her; she wanted his orgasm to explode inside her. She bounced her hips with more ferocity, matching his upward strokes and meeting his intensity. She sensed her own orgasm building up to a climax. The rhythm of his strokes became more frantic, his balls scrunched tight. Her body craved for contentment, her heightened senses ran amok in her mind. All she felt was his thick cock sliding in and out of her, oblivious to everything but the hot friction of his hardness against the inner walls of her wet pussy.

  Cullen slipped his hands under her lush buttocks and squeezed hard as she kept bouncing over him. She pulled up, almost getting off his cock and then shuddered with ecstasy as he entered her all the way again. She closed her eyes and moaned, taking pleasure in the fullness inside her. He yanked her over him again, kissing her lips, cheeks and neck. He ran his hands over her back, caressing and clawing her tender creamy skin. Shania flinched at his rough touch but she wanted more. She arched her neck back, gasping as she ground her hips up and down with the rhythm of his upward strokes. His massive cock rapidly slid in and out of her stretched pussy, sending wisps of delight all though her.

  “Oh, Cullen… please, I’m losing my mind…” Shania wept, grinding in to him, “You’re a monster, you lowborn Barbarian warlord… you’re the god of fertility in the flesh… your monster cock is an instrument of torture….please, barbarian, release inside me… I want your seed inside me....”

  Her voice faltered and gasps and moans replaced words as the strongest orgasm she ever had ripped through her quaking body. She felt his cock swelling up inside as she came all over it. She knew he was going to fill her with his seed, there was no holding back. With a grunt, Cullen, held her down over his throbbing organ as splashes of his orgasm inundated her belly, she squirmed under him as he released himself inside her. Her whimpering moans and his throaty grunts mingled, the horse neighed its annoyance at the noise disturbing his slumber. They laughed into each other’s face as they lay there on the rock floor of a dim cave, shivering against each other as the last of their orgasms ebbed. The rain continued to splash outside and the lightning flashed on. Weariness took over them and they fell into the comforting charms of death’s own brother, sleep.

  ***

  “The princess sleeps, Lord Draco.” The slender healer bowed low as the Royal Advisor looked out of the window of the healing quarters in the Castle.

  It was a spacious room with several windows to allow as much light and air into the area, to purify any germs that may be clustering inside. Several shelves lined the walls, filled with jars, flagon, vials and pots of herbal and other types of medicinal mixtures. The bizarre mix of odors made Draco feel strangely invigorated.

  “Good, Apothecary. Princess Shania has gone through much… she needs to regain her strength.” He said, scanning the horizon of the kingdom lying outside before him. “She must be wed before the next full moon in twenty days.”

  “Begging your mercy, my lord.” The little healer said slowly. “That may have to be pre-poned.”

  “What do you mean, my good man?” Draco turned around to face the little healer, a look of bemusement on his narrow face.

  “The princess is with chi
ld.” He looked down at the ground, fearing retribution for being the bearer of such news.

  “What?” Draco’s eyes shot wide open. “Are you certain?”

  “Yes, lord.” The healer bowed low. “I am.”

  “How did this… her captors at the Keep… Gawain will burn it down.” Draco paced the room, his hands clenched in tight fists. “He’ll have the entire army will march to the eastern border.”

  “Not by so many days, my liege?” The healer said grimly.

  “What do you mean… explain yourself?” Draco almost grabbed the little man by the neck, his clawed hands inches from his cowering face.

  “Her condition, my liege…” The healer almost whispered.

  “Speak up.” The infuriated noble bellowed.

  “She’s been impregnated only two days ago.” The small man hurriedly rolled the words off his tongue.

  “The mercenary…?” Draco almost laughed. “Where is he, that lowborn hill bred heathen? Gawain will have his head on a spike.”

  “He has been quartered in the barracks, lord.” The healer said timidly.

  “I must speak to that barbarian before Gawain finds out.” Draco exhaled deeply, sitting down on a chair. “And the King must not hear of this, not even a word of it.”

  “And what shall I do?” The healer looked up cautiously. “About her majesty…”

  “Keep it quiet, or it’s your skinny neck on the headman’s block.” Draco glared at the cowering man.

  “My lips are sealed, my lord.” The healer bowed low, his slender hand gingerly tracing across his scrawny neck.

  “Now be gone, I must have words with our barbarian friend…” Draco massaged his throbbing temples slowly. “Words that he may not like hearing at all.”

  As the little healer hurried away from the room, a lithe figure slipped out from behind the shadows and moved like a slithering snake up to the gaunt nobleman.

  “You have heard everything I take it, Lady Nagynia.” Draco addressed the woman slinking up to him.

  “Every juicy little word, my lord.” She purred, brushing against him like a cat would. She wore a shimmering transparent gown that did little to conceal her womanly curves and the large ruby studded gold necklace and matching bracelets spoke highly of her noble status.

  “And you know better than to keep it all behind your pretty pearly teeth or suffer the same fate as your fool sister.” Draco gave her a wry smile.

  “I am not Selynia, Lord Draco.” Nagynia hissed. “She was the one with the big mouth.”

  “I have taken note that your mouth is big enough, when it matters.” Draco sneered.

  “Yes, and you know it best, dear Draco.” She sneered back. “Though I have never needed to stretch it much for you…”

  “Enough of that.” He said sharply. “We have a situation that must needs a resolution soon.”

  “What will you do?” Nagynia brushed her rich dark hair away from her blue eyes.

  “I will convince Gawain to get her wedded to that fool prince, Jous-le-Fontain, in two days…” The gaunt nobleman schemed. “We can make up some reason… the gods wish it or some such thing. And she will bear him a child within a year of this marriage, fortifying the unity of our kingdoms and none shall be the wiser.”

  “It may just work, my lord.” She purred sexily.

  “And I have just the means to make that work.” He smoothed down his robes and stood up.

  “How will you be doing that?” She sidled up to him.

  “By extending the royal contract with our barbarian mercenary.” Draco raised an eyebrow.

  “Oh him, I’d love to do that on your behalf.” The sexy woman smiled, and caressed her curvy hip. “You know how good I am… with uncivilized men.”

  “Yes, I’m sure you are, my dear, but this calls for some tact and diplomatic skill.” Draco replied disdainfully. “Neither of which you currently possess.”

  He didn’t see the face she made behind his back as he walked away toward the Castle barracks.

  ***

  “These are the Royal barracks, mercenary, and not some roadside inn for you to order what you will.” The fat man waved his wooden spoon, his sweat slick face glowing. “That is exactly the ration a soldier in the service of king Gawain gets.”

  “Then it is a wonder how King Gawain’s army still holds the borders of the kingdom.” Cullen spat disgustedly. “This bowl of oats and salt hardly makes a fit meal even for a farm boy, let alone a soldier.”

  “You sit in my kitchen and make fun of my food.” The fat cook went red in the face. “Be gone, barbarian… I shall have none of…”

  “Herger, show some respect.” A stern voice called out. “This man here has done the kingdom a great service, we are in his debt.”

  “Lord Draco.” Herger, the fat cook of the Castle, bowed low. “I beg for your pardon, I did not know…”

  “Never mind, just get the man what he wants.” The gaunt nobleman dismissed the cook with a wave of his slender hand.

  The cook hurried away silently and Draco sat on the chair opposite Cullen, smiling at him briefly. The mercenary locked his steely gaze onto the dark eyes of the stranger.

  “Ah, I see that you do not know of me, as yet.” Draco rolled up his sleeves. “I am Draco, chief advisor to his royal highness, King Gawain.”

  Cullen said nothing; his fingers caressed the hilt of the sharp dagger in his belt, his breathing even and relaxed.

  “I was away on a personal errand when the king commissioned your services to…” Draco continued, “…escort the princess back from her little excursion.”

  “Where is the king?” Cullen asked bluntly. “There is the matter of my fee.”

  “Ah yes, his highness has been called away on an urgent matter of state, he’s a very busy man, you see.”

  “So you’re here to make my payment?” The mercenary eyed the nobleman coldly.

  “Well, yes… in a manner of speaking.” Draco felt a chill run down his spine. He would never even consider facing this violent man in any form of battle.

  “What does that mean?” Cullen’s voice had a edge to it that Draco didn’t like.

  “Well, your task is yet to be completed.” Draco said calmly, but his heart pounded hard inside his chest.

  “How?” Cullen gritted his teeth. “I was to get her out of the Dark Keep and bring her here unharmed. And so I have.”

  “Yet you have done her more harm than ever could be done, you muscle-bound dimwit.” Draco thought, but just smiled serenely.

  “What more should I have done?’ Cullen demanded; his dagger almost in his grip. “And I want my fee increased tenfold, the mission was a lot more perilous than afore mentioned.”

  “Tenfold?” Draco smiled. “Why, yes, you will get ten times the gold promised to you.”

  “Where is it?” His teeth ground hard, dagger almost out of its sheath.

  Draco sighed and fished out a small leather pouch, it looked heavy enough for the amount Cullen asked for and more. He tossed it across the table and the mercenary grabbed it in one hand. He hefted the pouch on his palm, nodding agreeably.

  “That’s more than ten times the agreed upon fee, mercenary.” Draco smiled. “But consider the extra as an upfront fee, for as I have said this mission in not over yet… and once it is, you will receive another purse, twice as much as the one you now hold.”

  The cook arrived with a steaming platter of roasted beef and some fresh baked bread. He glared at Cullen and then turned to Draco, bowed and left. Cullen grabbed a hunk of meat and tore into it, chewing slowly and watching the nobleman with interest.

  “What is to be done?” He asked brusquely.

  “The princess, Shania, is to be wed to the prince of a kingdom to the south.” Draco began directly. “Your new mission is to escort her safely to the king’s Castle there, where she will be wed.”

  “Shouldn’t a task like this require the Royal escort, with your own knights?” Cullen spat out a hunk of tough meat and bit
into some bread.

  “Of course it does,” Draco nodded. “The main escort will be a decoy, to lure away potential threats. And as you know, the princess was compromised and thus your services were required.”

  “So I will be escorting the princess alone, again.” Cullen looked uncertain.

  “Yes, well, I can arrange for one of her handmaidens to…”

  “One woman is bad enough to travel with… not all the gold of Gawain’s treasury will make me ride with two. I will escort the princess alone and hand her over to her husband-to-be myself.”