Tangled Kinks: The Complete Series

by Piquette Fontaine

  Whether or not she could handle so much man shoved down her neck, it was time to give him what he wanted...

  She worked up a huge quantity of saliva and spit it onto the tip of his cock, then worked the skin back and forth a few times to get it nice and lubricated. Then she opened her mouth wide, leaned up, and delicately kissed the tip of his erection.

  Her lips melted around him, and she swallowed him up, downing inch by inch by long, veiny inch of his dick. She had to stop several times as she forced him down, choking on him, and doing her best to suppress her gag reflex with her nostrils flaring like wild. Then she kept on going, stuffing more and more of him into her, sliding all the way down to his base at last, and feeling his tip touch down against the very back of her neck.

  She began to deep throat him.

  She pushed herself in and out, in and out, in and out, impaling herself on his immensity, plunging again and again into his body with her hands on his thighs for support. She pushed him deeper and deeper into herself, fitting in as much of him as possible, a sort of depraved squelching noise coming up from inside her, getting him more and more worked up as she continued to suck and suck.

  The hands sliding through her hair began to grip the back of Winter's skull now, and her blowjob quickly turned into an all-out throat fuck. Grodo's buttocks clenched and unclenched as he heaved his entire body forward and backward, toward and away from her, filling her up with his manhood, moving faster and faster, grunting with pleasure as Winter's face grew slathered with saliva and fluids from her throat.

  Finally, with a last, brutal roar, Grodo hurled himself into Winter's head and began to ejaculate, filling her mouth up with cum in such thickness and abundance that it came spilling out onto her chin, her neck, her tits.

  It tasted absolutely wonderful to her in that moment...

  Once she was confident that the load had been exhausted, Winter slid her way back down from off of him, and after a couple more sucks she lifted her body up, and brought her wet, sticky face toward him.

  She poured the load into his mouth, and the two of them passed the cum back and forth as they kissed passionately, devouring one another once more, loving what they'd just done to one another, yet both knowing that they were only just getting started...

  Grodo pressed up against her, backing her up toward the bed, and causing her to collapse, breathless and excited, onto its surface. She smiled as she watched him descend down upon her, covering her with his weight like a blanket, his wet, semen drenched cock sliding against her stomach as he pressed forward once more to kiss her on the mouth.

  They kissed, and kissed, and his hands were all over her, as well as his lips. He reached for the straps of her bra, sliding them down along her arms, unhooking the article from the back, and peeling the cups up from off of her. The took the raw, beautiful things in his hands and pressed his fingers down against them lovingly, kneading them directly in his grip now, filling them immediately with unbearably sweet sensations. Winter moaned with pleasure, and Grodo brought his face to her breasts, pressing his lips to the nipples, and beginning to suckle on her. He rolled his tongue around each one, biting gently on them, pulling back on them, causing her knees to shake and her head to grow light with pleasure. Back and forth between the two of them he alternated, all the while squeezing between his fingers whatever breast he wasn't presently inhaling orally.

  Winter was breathless by the time he continued to slide his kisses further down along her body, pecking along her heaving abdomen, fingers curling into the fabric of her panties as he made his way toward a predictable destination.

  He slid her out of her underwear, and she laughed as he spread her legs out wide, thighs splayed, and everything on glorious display for him in that moment.

  “I think someone's ready for me,” he said, and she smiled shyly up at him, loving the thrill of this, and feeling as though she'd been missing out on it for the longest time. The acts themselves were nothing she couldn't experience at home-she did, all the time. But to experience them for the first time with someone new, someone so perfect, to become acquainted fresh with one another's splendid touch...

  She let out a moan of pleasure as he gently pressed his fingers up against her, delicately rubbing the folds of her beneath his digits, getting her even wetter as he allowed the skin to melt through his grip like liquid. He started lovingly into her pussy as he caressed it as though mesmerized, pressing the skin around, masturbating her with more skills than any of her other partners (with the possible exception of Cissor,) could possibly do.

  Then, as Winter had done, he spit up into her, attacking her pussy with saliva. He pressed his grip around coated it with the fluid, then took a deep breath of her scent as he leaned forward, and dove headlong into her body.

  She started, her buttocks clenching and her nerves trembling as Grodo's lips melted against those of her vagina. Then she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, sighing aloud with pleasure. He began to eat her steadily out, his tongue pushed deep into her body, twisting through every wet, floral fold, pressing her apart, making her burn with such adept and glorious sensation that she could hardly contain herself.

  “Oh God... Oh yes... Oh fuck, you're so good...”

  He seemed to like hearing this, and began to lick her more adamantly still.

  Soon his head was bobbing, rhythmically pumping, tongue spading into her wet pink folds, devouring her as though starving for her sweet, sweet flesh. Her moans of pleasure grew louder and louder as he ate away at her body, her flesh grew wetter and wetter, and her spine arched up powerfully from the bed. She was burning, burning all over, the waves of pleasure burning through her every limb. She grabbed up handfuls of the sheets, and screamed as Grodo sent her tipping over the edge, fingering her clitoris vigorously, and causing her to erupt in an explosion of sensation.

  Her legs twisted up around him and her entire body shook as orgasm pulsed through her, her tits heaving wildly toward the ceiling as she collapsed against his touch. She cried, and cried, and at last, after several long, dizzying minutes, the sensations began to subside-not something she was exactly glad about, but she honestly didn't know how long she could have continued like that before the pleasure suffocated her.

  Shivering, her body unclenched from around him, releasing him from her grip. Tenderly he removed his lips from those of her vagina, seeming to savor her flesh down to the very last drop. As the skin settled back into place between her legs, those perfect, delectable lips of his twisted up into a smile that Winter couldn't wait to kiss.

  He rose back up to her, and she could taste her femininity on his lips, along with the lingering taste of his semen. They kissed, and kissed, and then Grodo let her know that this was far from over, by lowering his weight down onto her, and angling himself into place between her legs.

  She gripped his shoulders, her nails nearly piercing the skin of his back as he slid up inside her, stretching her out. She cried, but loved it beyond words as he tore her in two, stuffing every glorious inch of his dick up inside her, filling her to capacity, and leaving her so overwhelmed and spent for breath that she was shaking by the time he touched down at last.

  He began to fuck her.

  She cried with satisfaction as he slowly began, heaving his weight in and out of her, tearing her apart and closing her once more, over and over and over again. He was gentle at first, letting her get used to him, but as her moans of pleasure rang through the room, filling his ears, he began to move faster, and faster. Her breasts shook on her body with the intensity of his thrusts, the pink nipples quivering wildly, and her hair spilled over her face in ribbons, her eyes closed and her head tilted back as the pleasure coursed through her.

  Faster, and faster, and faster he hurled himself forward, grunting as he rode her, her screams of pleasure growing more and more desperate as the vigor of his thrusts intensified.

  “Oh yeah... Fuck... Fuck... Ride me... Yes... Yes... Yes... Fuck!”

  Grodo was roaring no
w, the cry of the warrior he was, competing with Winter's own frenzied cries of sheer, glorious pleasure. He was pounding her, annihilating her pussy, his ass bobbing almost violently through the air as that cock smashed into her body like a jackhammer. The bed shook, slamming noisily against the wall and nearly crashing to the floor, and with a final, barbarian shout he plowed his way all the way up inside her, and held their as their bodies melted together.

  He ejaculated up into her once more, filling her with a load that was even thicker, hotter, stickier than the first. It filled her up with such thickness and abundance that it spilled onto the surface of the bed, drenching her quivering thighs, and he kept on pushing, pushing, pushing up into her, until every last drop of the load had been exhausted. When he was done, Winter hurriedly reached up and seized his ass with one hand to keep him from extricating himself, and with the other hand she masturbated vigorously, riding an intense, unbearable wave of orgasm of her own.

  “Oh God... Oh yes... Oh fuck... FUUUUUUUUUCK!”

  Her spine arched, and her toes curled, and feelings that dwarfed any she'd ever before experienced shot through her like a drug, the most powerful climax of her young life. She kept rubbing, and rubbing, and she moaned as liquid began to shoot up from her pussy, squirting against the washboard stomach of the titan on top of her, drenching him, and her own load seeming nowhere near about to stop.

  “Yes... Yes... Yes... Yes...”

  The pleasure lasted for several incredible minutes, Winter's mind spinning with satisfaction, until at last the sensations began to ebb away. She shivered, and gently Grodo pulled his hugeness out from between her legs, leaving her shivering and zoned out on the bed.

  “Holy fuck...” she said in a desperate voice, staring out into space, and trying to come to terms with the unspeakable pleasure she'd just gotten through experiencing.

  She breathed deep, trying to steady herself, then her eyes fell at last upon Grodo, who was smiling at her. His dick was semi-flaccid now, dangling from the front of his body, and his entire front was glistening with her fluids. She looked down at the bed between her legs, and saw that the sheets were every bit as drenched.

  “Sorry about the mess,” she said, blushing.

  The corners of his lips tweaked up in a devilish smile. “Don't be...” he said. “I liked it...”

  He climbed back up onto her, and they continued to make out passionately in the afterglow.

  Chapter 4

  Days passed. Then a week. And then weeks... And Winter decided she didn't really want to go home to her husbands and wives, or her soon to be step son. She had no interest in taking on the multitude of responsibilities that had been thrust upon her simply because she was a woman, a woman who happened to be the daughter of royalty.

  Winter was happier here in Grodo's arms than she had been in quite some time back at home, and as far as she was concerned this was the only place for her to be.

  The two of them lay in bed for long stretches at a time, talking and laughing and having hot, brutal sex for hours on end. Grodo called Winter the sun of his life, his moon and rainbow (or something along those lines.) He tickled her all over, making her laugh to the point of tears, and in retaliation she reached over and shoved a pillow against his face, jokingly pretending to smother him. He struggled harder than she might have thought at this, and she quickly pulled away to see him looking dazed and terrified.

  “What the hell?” he shouted, indignant.

  “I... I was just fooling around,” she said, confused and apologetic.

  He blinked hard, and shook his head as though clearing it. “It's fine... It's fine... Just... Don't do that again please... It creeped me the hell out.”

  Winter thought it best to respect his wishes.

  Overall, the two new lovers were as happy as could be. Winter felt gratified at having made her own decision in the matter and found love on her own, without being forced into it by her father or as a lubricant to diplomacy. If she had things her way, she would never leave Essossippi, or depart from Grodo's side.

  The past, however, soon caught up with her in a way she should perhaps have predicted...

  As the two of them were laying in bed, clad in nothing but their underwear, and whispering sweet nothing's in one another's ears, the door suddenly burst open, revealing none other than Jim Slush, looking panicked and wide eyed, and wielding a gleaming silver sword.

  “Winter!” he shouted, and Winter blinked at him in confusion.

  “Jim... What are you doing here?”

  “I'm here to rescue you!” he said. “Get your hands off her, you bastard!”

  “Who are you calling a bastard, you bastard?” retaliated Grodo, and he made his way up from the bed, peeling the sheets from his body. Beneath the covering of the bedspread he'd been wearing nothing but a tight black little man thong that left next to nothing to the imagination, and the sight of his bulge made Jim Slush feel suddenly quite inadequate. There was a massive white wolf at his side like a guard dog, and as though to compensate for this discrepancy the canine stepped forward and growled in intimidating fashion. Seeing this, Grodo opened his mouth and emitted an utterly inhuman cry. In seconds flat a dragon was standing beside his side, snarling right back at the home invader.

  Winter could not see this ending well for any party involved...

  “Boys! Boys, wait!” She climbed hurriedly across the bed toward Jim, pulling the sheets to her naked breasts despite the fact that he'd seen them dozens of times before. “Jim... What are you doing? I chose this. I met Grodo and... And it was like sparks flew between us. I realized that up until now I'd been letting other people tell me how to live my life. Letting them make my decisions for me. Grodo was my choice, and I don't need you to save me from him.”

  The Jim Slush she knew would once have accepted this explanation. He might have skulked about it in private, but he would have respected her decision and autonomy and been on his way. That was, she realized, what she loved so much about him.

  But that was before they'd fallen in love...

  Now, Jim wasn't going to relinquish Winter so easily. He seemed to consider her words for a moment, turning them over in his mind-and ultimately dismissing them. It was as though he believed Grodo had somehow taken possession of her, robbed her of her freewill through magic or some other means. And in his desperation, he seemed to believe he was the only person in the world who could free her from the spell.

  He turned back to Grodo ignoring her, raising his sword up once again. “I'm not going to let the woman I love go without a fight,” he snarled. “Fight me, and we'll see which of the two of us is the better man...”

  “Make it an equal match,” said Grodo, nodding to Jim's protective body armor, an arsenal compared to his own skimpy man thong, “and we'll fight...” He pulled a sword from his bedside stand, wielding it, and climbed onto the back of his dragon.

  Jim stared angrily ahead, nostrils flaring, then through his sword to the ground. He began to strip out of his armor, taking it off piece by piece, until he was down to his own underwear-an embarrassing pair of tighty whities, that hugged his buttocks and nonetheless showed off his own impressive package. He picked his sword once more and climbed onto the back of the massive wolf.

  “Okay...” he said. “Let's fight...”

  “Please...” said Winter imploringly to both of them, hoping one of them would listen. “Please, you don't have to do this!”

  But before she could stop them, they were charging forward.

  Their nearly naked bodies twisted and writhed atop the backs of their respective beasts as they swung their mighty swords at one another, the metallic clang bursting in midair above Winter's head and evoking a terrified shriek.

  It was on...

  The men charged back and forth, doing their damnedest to dismount one another and to send their swords plunging into one another's hearts. The noise of metal on metal quickened Winter's pulse, knowing as she did that each successive collision brought one or
both of them closer to their inevitable death.

  She realized, in horror, that she'd made a terrible mistake in handling this the way that she had...

  “Stop! Stop! Please, stop it!” she cried, hoping against hope that she could stop this madness, and make up for her mistake by sparing their lives. But the men wouldn't have it. Both of them were fighting tooth and nail for what they each believed to be his own woman, and there was absolutely no point in trying to reason with them.

  There was a flash of metal, and Winter shrieked as blood spattered her from across the room. She feared seeing the head or limbs of either man toppling to the floor, but instead discovered that Jim had sunk his blade into the hide of the dragon.

  “Damn it!” exclaimed Grodo, scowling at the sight of the injury. On a dime it seemed he steered the beast around, and they swept promptly out the window, relocating the fight to a more expansive terrain. The wolf beneath Jim growled ferociously, and Jim mushed it forward, sending it hurdling out the window in the wake of the dragon, and plummeting several floors down onto the grounds of the castle.