Tangled Kinks: The Complete Series

by Piquette Fontaine

  “God, you're right my queen,” said the man on the bed between shivers of pleasure. “This is... God... Much, much better... Why don't you come over and join us? You look like you could use some stress relief right about now.”

  Cissor, still vigorously rubbing her increasingly moist femininity to the point that her panties became soaked, nearly considered accepting the men's offer. The black buttocks of the man on his knees clenched and unclenched as he pushed his body in and out, his spine dripping with sweat which then rolled down along his asscrack-and for a moment the temptation seemed nearly an insurmountable one.

  Then, however, Queen Cissor closed her eyes, and shook her head vigorously, as though clearing herself of the thought altogether. She kept on playing with herself as she spoke, however, and began to reach up and stroke her clitoris.

  “No,” she said. “I must save myself for another right now... The situation in Westerado has become an increasingly troubling one, and if I am to go about disrupting it I will require all the sexual energy I can find within myself.”

  “The situation in Westerado is... Troubling to you? The peace they've gained after all these years?”

  “Yes, my servant. You simply do not understand... The fate of Analos is closely tied to that of the Four Kingdoms, but what's best for them isn't always best for us. When the kingdoms were at each other's throats we were able to establish leverage, siding with them, giving them military backup and support in exchange for resources that we, on our humble island, do not possess. Now that peace abides throughout the land, however, it's as though any and all relevance we might once have had in any of their eyes has wholly vanished, and we've been utterly forgotten about as a result. Analos cannot continue on in this fashion, and therefore neither can the land of Westerado. I intend to dismantle this newfound union of theirs, and restore the symbiotic relationship between us and them to what it once was...”

  “Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm,” mumbled the man on the floor, looking back at her, and Cissor rolled her eyes.

  “You know I can't understand you with that rod in your mouth...”

  Accordingly, he spit out the dick and coughed for a moment, regaining his breath. “But you said you would need all of your sexual energy to accomplish this... I don't understand what you mean...”

  Cissor slowly rose, still fingering herself, and moaning slightly with pleasure as she began to walk toward the two men. “As a woman,” she said, considering her words, “I have only ever possessed limited means of controlling the world in which I must live... As a result, I have been forced to hone the one skill I possess that holds any sway whatsoever in the face of a male dominated society, and there is little doubt in my mind that it will be sufficient to accomplish the goals I have in mind.”

  She came slowly to a halt and now stood so close to the two sweaty, naked men that they thought they would need to move over to let her join in the pile of their love.

  “This fragile unity that's been established in Westerado is based solely on the feeble institution of marriage, and can therefore be dismantled just as easily as it was brought to being.” She pushed her fingers up deeper, deeper into herself as she spoke, and then suddenly her eyes went wide, and she began to tremble all over with sensations. The two men looked at one another, nostrils flaring, and then back at Queen Cissor as she began to cry out, to scream with ecstasy. Her heart was beating like a drum, her knees quaking to the point that she seemed on the brink of falling to the ground. Then at last she slowly withdrew her grip from between her quaking her thighs, her fingers now glistening in the light with the fluids of her arousal.

  “I will topple Winter's regime with the most formidable weapon I possess in my arsenal. With the fierce and undeniable power of seduction.” Slowly she reached into the mouth of the man sitting on the bed, pressing her fingers between his cheeks, and letting the fluid from between her legs drip from her digits onto his tongue. She slid back and forth between his jaws, and then gently withdrew, leaving his mouth hanging open in astonishment as she pulled her arm back to herself.

  She smiled at her servant's dumbfounded expression, knowing that he wanted in her, but feeling powerful over the withholding of that which he presently burned for. With the evidence of her power on clear display she turned on her heal, and exited the room to go and put her plans into motion.

  Chapter 3

  “I'll see you both later,” Winter said in a chipper voice, kissing both Glace and Dargon on the mouths as they stood by the entrance. Both of them were heading back to their respective corners of the land for the upcoming week, needing to tend to the maintenance of their kingdoms after having spent so long with Winter here in West Westerado. Jim Slush, however, was spared from making such a trip, given that his father had been keeping an eye on things in his absence, and had sent word that all was well throughout the coastal plains of Easterado. Glace and Dargon had privately discussed their irritation at the fact that this left Jim all alone with their shared bride for the ensuing week, and would give the two lovebirds even more of a chance to strengthen their obnoxious bond-pushing them, by default, even further toward the fringes of Winter's affection. There was nothing they could do about this, however-they could hardly voice their concerns directly, and their trips were ones that simply had to be made.

  And so they made their way for the exit of the castle, with Winter waving goodbye as they made their way through the front door. But as they turned to pay a last look to their beloved bride before embarking on their treacherous journey, they caught sight of Winter and Jim hurrying hand in hand toward the staircase. And as they loaded up their possessions on horseback they heard the slamming of the marital bed against the castle wall, accompanied by Winter's unmistakable screams of pleasure through the thick stone masonry.

  The two men exchanged a meaningful, annoyed look, shook their heads, and departed on the way back to their respective homelands.

  By his nature, Glace was not a being known to articulate his frustrations. If he grew angry, he either showed it through violence or kept it all to himself. But as he rode toward the looming mountains of Northerado he stewed nonstop over the situation with his beautiful snow white bride, and the preference she showed for his fellow husband over him. It was unusual for a fearsome sex brute like Glace to feel inferior to anyone in any regard, and so it proved hard to process that that slight flake of a man had been the one to steal away Winter's affections right out from under him. It seemed a direct challenge to his generally undeniable masculinity, and it was in this vulnerable mindset that he found himself prey to the advances of the temptress awaiting him at his destination.

  Opening the door to his chambers in his Northerado castle, the first thing he saw was a woman standing before him clad in a tight black bodice and a nearly invisible set of lacy black panties. And not just any woman-it was Queen Cissor, ruler of the island of Analos, and notable across all the land for her intense, almost agonizing beauty.

  “Well hello there, big boy,” she said, stepping up toward him, “I thought you could use a warm welcome home...”

  Glace stepped back, stunned, wide-eyed and conflicted.

  He let out one of his low, characteristic grunts, and waved a hand in front of himself, indicating to this incredible sexpot of a woman that he was in no way interested in her advances-which, of course, was a blatant lie, if the growing bulge in the front of his trousers was at all to be believed.

  “Married?” said Cissor, raising an eyebrow, and the smiling scarcely fading from her lips for an instant. She kept moving forward, pacing like a demon, and as Glace found himself pressed all the way up against the wall, there was no longer any room left for him to escape her approach. “Oh, of course, I'd heard about that... But I've also heard other things... Rumors, I suppose, that things in Winter's household aren't as... Equitable as they once were initially...”

  Glace gasped, surprised-had he and Dargon been overheard discussing their dissatisfaction? Had the servants been gossiping about it behin
d their backs, and if so just how far did the rumors of their marital unhappiness spread? How the hell could a man like Glace, powerful and proud, live with such a humiliation?

  Cissor moved up so close to Glace now that he was sweating, barely able to breathe, struggling to swallow. “But of course, I'm sure that's all hearsay... I'm sure your every need is being met with Winter, and there's very little appeal that some plain old homewrecker like myself could possibly hold for you. But wait... Gosh, look at you-you're sweating so profusely... Here, let me get that for you...”

  She suddenly pulled out a handkerchief-God knew where she'd pulled it from in that skimpy little outfit of hers-and was about to raise it up to Glace's forehead to dab away the perspiration, when suddenly it came fluttering down to the ground, drifting elegantly through space and landing softly on the floor of the castle.

  “Oops... Clumsy me...” she said. Then, with a precisely calculated movement of her body, she carefully doubled herself over at the waist with her back turned toward him. As her spine arched downward, and her flowing, dirty blonde hair came cascading before her face, the cheeks of her buttocks spread out wide, and the flowery black panties she wore rode so damn high up her crack that almost nothing was left to Glace's imagination. Something painful caught in his throat, and he began to shiver from head to toe, his fists balled as a means of forcing himself to resist the temptation placed so tantalizingly before him.

  Cissor remained bent unsubtly over for several seconds longer than was at all necessary, then gently lifted her body back up, and turned to look at Glace again, smiling at him. The bulge in his crotch had reached its apex now, and had grown so massive and unwieldy that the erection had slipped up against his inner thigh, rubbing it with a warm, intense friction every time he moved, a feeling that further whittled away at his ability to resist this gorgeous seductress's temptation.

  “There you go,” she said, lightly dabbing at the sweat accumulating on his forehead. It was nothing compared to the torrents still rolling along his body, of course, and by the time she at last pulled away he was in a feebler state of mind than ever.

  “Okay,” she said with a deep, feigned sigh. “I suppose I should leave you to your business now... This was surely an illfated attempt to begin with. But, if you ever feel as though you could use a slight change of scenery...” She was so close to him now that her words were mere whispers into his open, quivering mouth. She had no time to complete her sentence, however, but no need to do so, either.

  In that moment, all of Glace's resolve toward fidelity were swept away from his mind, and the sheer, uncontrollable hunger for sex instead took over within him.

  In a moment of passion he seized Cissor by the hair, yanking her head back, and evoking a shriek of pleasurable pain. He dove headlong into her open mouth, and the two of them kissed, their mouths melting together, and the burning heat of passion instantly consuming them.

  She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling herself all the way up into him, and with her free hand she reached down into his trousers, gripping his coursing erection, and rubbing it vigorously as the two of them made out like newlyweds. Loving this, he placed a hand on the small of her back and pulled her so tightly into himself that he might have crushed-and this, she found, she absolutely loved.

  He pushed his tongue into her open mouth, nostrils flaring as the two of them french kissed, warm breath blowing into one another, heads light, bodies burning, ready to combust. He reached up for her breasts through the fabric of the bodice, and she moaned as she squeezed firmly, sending a sweep of delectable pleasure through her, making her toes curl with the sheer masculinity of his touch. She'd been expecting it to be good, but already she was being blown away by his unrestrained enthusiasm.

  They kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and soon she was sliding her lips down along the front of his body, lapping up his cheek, his chin, the side of his neck, the heaving plains of his abdomen. She slipped her fingers into the fabric of his trousers, and rolled them down, down, down to around his ankles, his big blue cock springing out into the open, and appearing even more impressive face to face then it had seemed throughout the course of her handjob.

  On her knees now, she lipped her licks hungrily, wrapping her fingers around the shaft of Glace's tremendous dick, and pumping the skin from shaft to tip. She spit on his engorged blue head, and spread the fluids along the course of his immensity with her hand, loving the sight of his stiff rod getting all slick and glistening with her fluids. She let out a low, seductive laugh and leaned forward, not immediately sure whether she could fit all of him into her mouth, but confident enough, at this point in her sexual history, that she could at least put forth a formidable effort.

  He slid into her neck as easily as anyone could manage to swallow that much man, and he sighed with pleasure as he touched down against the very back of her throat. She reached up and placed her hands on his buttocks for support, blowing him with no hands, her fingernails sinking into the flesh of his rump as she began to thrust her entire body into him.

  He sighed a tremendous, swelling sigh of pleasure as she began to deep throat him, jabbing the back of her tight, wet throat repeatedly with his hugeness, working up a glorious accumulation of fluids as she sucked, pumping forward into him with more and more vigor with each passing moment. Soon, he was reaching up for her, placing a hand on the back of her head, and guiding her efforts directly, using her flowing crop of hair as reins with which to direct the steady progress of her fellatio.

  Her nostrils flared as she took in the intoxicating aroma of his musk, her nails nearly drawing blood from him as he drilled her neck harder than ever, fluids accumulating and bursting from her mouth in sticky streams, leaving her drowning, choking in them by the time he at last hurled her one final time into his body, clenching his buttocks, and grunting wildly as the sensations coursed through his system like a drug.

  He began to cum hard into her mouth, shooting pulse after pulse of his hot, oozing sperm into those prefect cheeks of hers. It swirled through her jaws and spilled from her lips, inundating her to such a point that she could no longer breathe by the time he'd at last exhausted the supply of his essence. Once he'd finished ejaculating, he pushed himself in and out of her sperm-filled mouth a few more times, getting in every last drop of pleasure he could manage before extricating himself.

  Then at last he pulled out of her, smacking his dripping wet cock against her cheeks a few times like a bongo before stepping away, and watching what she did next.

  The normal refractory period that would have ensued after a male orgasm of this magnitude was skipped over entirely as he beheld Cissor's actions, and he didn't lose his erection for a second as a result of the sight before him. Once he was out of her sperm covered face, Cissor began to pant, to wheeze for breath. But before anything else she hurried to yank the top of her skin tight bodice down, her perfect, gorgeous breasts spilling out into the open. Then she began to force the pools of sperm from her mouth, letting them cascade along her chin, her neck, and at last pour onto her naked, fleshy tits, making them glisten beautifully for Glace's satisfaction.

  Glace's eyes were wide as he watched this, stroking his dripping penis to the sight as a means of maintaining his excitement, and he knew for a fact that there was no way he would be able to keep his greedy palms off of her again.

  Her mouth now empty and her chest and face now coated with ejaculate, Cissor now let out a contented sigh, licking her sticky lips, and smiling flirtatiously at Glace.

  It was entirely too much for him to handle...

  Manhandling her, Glace pulled Cissor almost violently over to the bed, bending her forward over its edge, and leaving her panting, grinning hungrily at him over her shoulder. He reached forward, and yanked her panties down to around her knees, then wasted no time in leaning forward into her, pressing the tip of his erection to the wet, burning opening of her femininity. She cried out, and her fingers clenched up balls of the sheets as he slid his way up inside her,
filling her tight pussy with inch after inch of his long, throbbing cock, leaving her crying out with pleasure.

  He waited for a moment before proceeding, panting like an animal, his hands gripping her ass fiercely, her heating, her tightness, pleasing him beyond what words could describe. Then slowly he began to pulls himself back out of her, savoring the friction, and plowing back forward so hard in the opposite direction that she let out a small cry of delight.

  The noises she made only spurred him on, and he kept upping and pupping his pace, thrusting harder, deeper, more vigorously. Soon he'd seized handfuls of her hair and was holding onto it for dear life, the pain of it being pulled by the roots adding to the remarkable sensations pulsing through her body. He filled her up, stretched her to capacity with his hugeness, and proceeded to positively fuck her lights out, his buttocks clenching and unclenching as he hammered away at her. Her ass bounced with the ferocity of his movements, her tits shook violently over the top of her bodice, and their wet, aching genitals smashed loudly together, KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP!