by Sierra Dafoe
He swore roundly. She smiled, amused. “Look at Kantou. See how perfectly he waits, how still, how controlled. Do you think that is easy, Rolen? Could you do it?”
Before he could retort, she spoke again. “Kantou.”
Kantou moved, and Rolen could see he was still utterly hard, the veins pulsing in his cock. But his face was calm.
How did he do it? Rolen wondered. That enormous erection, begging to be stroked… He himself was nothing like under-endowed, but the sight of that massive cock left him speechless. He couldn’t look away as Kantou, under his lady’s orders, knelt between her legs, his tongue moving eagerly inside her cunt. Rolen remembered the salty taste of her, the way her hands had buried themselves in his hair, drawing him to her, and groaned.
She looked at him, smiled, and spread her legs wider, giving him an unimpeded view.
He felt as if he’d become nothing but eyes and cock. He watched every flick of Kantou’s tongue, watched her eyes half-close in pleasure as he suckled her clit, stared ravenously at her hands caressing her own breasts. Her eyes met his as she tweaked her nipples between her fingers, tugging on them. Then she pinched them, fiercely, and gasped with pleasure. Rolen felt a wave of agony shoot down his spine. He could barely sit still, barely keep his hands off himself…
Yet if he didn’t, she would stop.
Soleyla smiled. “Rolen,” she said, and beckoned lazily. He rose, his cock straining from his clout. “Take that off,” she commanded. He shed it hurriedly. “Now, come here.”
He did, knelt down at her gesture. She studied his erection, considering. It was thick, if not so long as Kantou’s, the head swollen and purple, aching to be touched. “No,” she said as his hand automatically moved toward it. “I doubt your control. Kantou.” Rolen froze as Kantou’s hand closed around his shaft, applying pressure, but not moving. Horrified, Rolen felt an urge to rock himself against that grip. He wanted nothing more than to come in this man’s hand.
Soleyla smiled. “Rub him gently, Kantou. Do not let him come. And you,” she continued to Rolen, “you will suck my breast.”
Grabbing his hair, she yanked his head to her. Blindly, he drew her nipple between his lips, mouthing it hungrily, hearing her small sighs of pleasure as he suckled. “Harder,” she commanded, and he complied. Kantou’s hand moved on his cock, so slow it was excruciating, and yet the very agony made it harder still. He felt frozen, pinned between hand and breast, an empty slate for her desire to write itself upon. He wanted more, and more, and yet wanted it never to end.
He opened his eyes, and saw Kantou’s mouth pulling at her other nipple. Like twins they nestled at her breasts, as she arched her back and thrust those beautiful tits into their greedy, tugging mouths. Almost unconsciously, Rolen reached out, feeling Kantou’s cock slide into his grasp. He glanced up at Soleyla, and she smiled down indulgently.
Wrapping his fingers around the velvety shaft, Rolen worked his hand up and down, in time with Kantou’s strokes on his own cock. Cautiously, he increased the pressure, and felt Kantou’s hand clamp harder around him as well. He could feel his balls swelling, pressing against his thighs, itching with the load building up inside them.
“Enough!” Soleyla cried. They sat back immediately, dropping their hands meekly to their sides. Rolen stared at the man kneeling across from him in shock. God, how had she done this to him, and so quickly? She spoke, and he obeyed -- and, he realized, he wanted her to command him. At the wicked gleam in her eye, he suspected he was going to find out exactly how deep that want ran.
“You said something earlier, Rolen.”
“My lady?”
Sweet God, had he really just said those words?
Her mouth curved like a cat’s. “You said you didn’t see how I could fuck Kantou. I think it’s time to show you. Kantou.”
Obediently, Kantou turned, presenting his ass to her. He leaned forward, arching his back, and Rolen was shocked at the lust that flared through him at the sight of that high, vulnerable ass. He watched, almost panting, as Soleyla licked her fingers and worked the moisture over his hole, which gaped slightly in anticipation.
“Do you like that, Kantou?”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Do you want more?”
He answered with a groan.
Soleyla reached forward, snagged the small pitcher of oil off the table, and drizzled it lovingly over his cheeks. She caressed them, spreading the oil so his entire ass gleamed in the lamplight, then pushed his cheeks apart, clearly revealing the tight pink hole between them. Rolen stared, fascinated, as the muscles around it quivered, gaping and contracting, wanting something inside it. He felt his own sphincter pulse in response, sending shockwaves of desire up his cock. Soleyla whispered, “Tell me what you want, Kantou.”
“Oh, lady,” he breathed, “I want you to fuck me. I want you to shove yourself inside of me. I want you to pound my ass. I want you to split me so wide open it makes me scream.”
Rolen’s cock was so swollen he could barely think. Soleyla glanced at him sidelong. “Would you like to see how I fuck him?”
He nodded mutely, feeling saliva flood his mouth. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, her palm slick with oil, and slid it, up, down. He could come, he thought incoherently, right now.
She tugged on it gently, pulling him forward, and positioned him between Kantou’s legs so that his bulging head nudged Kantou’s asshole. Rolen tilted his head back, swallowing, as he heard Kantou whimper in longing. Soleyla knelt behind him, her arms around his waist, and whispered in his ear, “This is how I fuck my Kantou.” Slowly, her hand firmly gripping his shaft, she worked the head of his cock into Kantou’s hole.
Rolen heard her breathing grow hoarse as Kantou’s sphincter spread, enveloping him. God, it was so tight! He wanted to plunge in, shove himself deep into it, but Soleyla held him there, his cockhead barely inside that hot, hungry ass, allowing Kantou time to adjust to his size. Rolen could feel the tight ring of muscle pulsing, just under the rim of his cockhead, and bit down on his lip, struggling not to come. Slowly, the pulsing sensation eased, and Soleyla pushed on his hips, rocking him forward slowly, smoothly, until he was encased in Kantou up to the hilt.
Rolen leaned against him, feeling his pubic bone pressed against Kantou’s ass-cheeks, not daring to move. If he moved, he would come.
Sensation flooded through him, draining him of reason, of will, of everything but the need to hold himself still. He felt Soleyla behind him, leaning against his back, her weight pushing him steadily deeper, deeper. Kantou strained back against him, impaling himself on Rolen’s shaft, hungry for every last inch of his cock.
“Do you like that, Kantou?”
“Yes,” he hissed as he slowly, slowly rocked himself forward.
Rolen could feel that ring of tight muscle dragging down his shaft, and he clenched his jaw. Then Kantou thrust backward, driving him home, and Rolen’s head snapped back with the fire that burned through him.
He fought it, held onto it, and climbed to another level. The ecstasy diminished not at all, but became manageable, bearable. Which was good because Soleyla was now pulling his hips back, then shoving them forward, using his cock to fuck her beloved Kantou, faster and faster. Kantou squirmed below him, arching his back, whimpering, “Fuck me, oh fuck me. Harder! Please, harder!” Rolen pounded his ass, his balls smashed between them, burying himself in that hot, tight, slick tunnel. He couldn’t stop, he sensed, he couldn’t control the need to keep thrusting himself, harder and harder, spurred on by Kantou’s ecstatic cries and Soleyla’s breath in his ear…
“Stop!” she commanded, and it was Rolen’s turn to whimper as he froze, his cock pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Slowly, gently, she pulled his hips back. His engorged head slid out of Kantou with a small, audible pop.
“Now it’s your turn,” she whispered as Kantou turned toward them. Rolen eyed Kantou’s enormous shaft, straining into the air. She wasn’t really going to… He swallowed nervously.
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Soleyla smiled. “Kantou, prepare him.”
He felt himself bent over, his hips resting on the seat of the chair, and his ass cheeks spread wide as Soleyla moved around the tent, shifting things. Kantou’s fingers probed at his hole, dabbing it with oil. He groaned. This was unthinkable! No man let himself be used in this way. But his cock thundered with need, and he felt an overwhelming ache above and behind his balls, an emptiness, a longing. The fingers pressed gently against his tight muscle, lubricating it, loosening it. It was almost like a doorway, one that had to be opened to reach the ecstasy on the far side. He heard himself moan, low in his throat, yearning.
Soleyla returned. He looked up, almost frightened, and was relieved to see a candle in her hands. She knelt behind him, her strong hands on his ass, and slowly inserted the tip. He closed his eyes, feeling the muscle stretch, then a cool, soothing wetness as she drizzled more oil. “Kantou,” she whispered, and apparently motioned, for Rolen heard Kantou rise, come around in front of him, and kneel. Soleyla leaned over him, poking the tip of the candle teasingly in and out of his hole, and whispered, “So tell me, Rolen, do you want this?”
“Yes,” he hissed, feeling his balls contract with need.
“Will you do anything I tell you?”
He gritted his teeth, but his groan betrayed him. He wanted to do whatever she told him, but it was impossible to admit that, not out loud.
It would have to be possible. She slid the candle deeper, just an inch, just enough to make him feel how badly he wanted it inside him, filling him.
“Tell me.”
“Anything you tell me. Anything you want!” Bitch, he added silently.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
There was no pleasing the woman! She demanded it all, his pride, his obedience. His willingness. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“Yes, damn it! I want you to fuck me!”
“Hard?”
“Oh, God, yes. Hard. So hard it hurts. Please.” He felt his muscles twitching, realized he was shoving his ass back at her, begging her for it, begging her to enter him, plunder him. He could almost see her smile as she leaned forward, whispering, “And while I do, you shall pleasure Kantou.”
He shut his eyes tight. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t possibly feel this good. But the sensations that racked him paled every experience he’d ever had. He wanted her to use him, enter him, fuck him. He felt warm flesh pressing against his lips, opened them, felt his jaw shoved wider as Kantou slid the tip of his cock into his wet, waiting mouth.
Rolen ran his tongue over it, amazed at its smoothness, delighting himself in poking the slit over and over. He felt Kantou shudder, and took him deeper in response. Kantou groaned, and Rolen felt a rush of power he’d never before experienced. To bring another man to senseless, uncontrollable lust! He wrapped his lips around the rim of Kantou’s head, sucked it, hard -- and felt Soleyla penetrate his ass.
The candle was smooth and hard, just thick enough to make him hunger for more. He arched his back, sending it deeper into him, felt her slide it smoothly back and forth, each time a little deeper. It was as if there was a button, somewhere deep inside that tight tunnel, and he needed her to press it, needed her to shove the candle all the way inside him. Tilting his hips, he spurred her on, feeling her slam it in deeper as he moaned in delight, his mouth full of cock.
His own shaft throbbed against the chair as he rocked back and forth, feeling Kantou slide deeper into his throat as Soleyla fucked him. Rolen felt her hands on his hips, shoving them downward, increasing the pressure where his shaft ground against the chair. Groping, he reached out, found Kantou’s balls, heard him groan in mingled agony and lust as he played with them, tugging the skin, feeling their weight. Rolen pulled Kantou forward, burying him deep in his mouth, felt his tongue drop down as Kantou entered his throat, stretching it wide. His own balls ached and he whimpered, shifting his ass. Soleyla sensed his need and reached her hand under, grabbing them, squeezing them tight.
“More?”
He nodded hungrily, his mouth stretched wide, and she clamped his balls hard, sending fire running through him.
“Do you like him sucking your cock, Kantou?”
Kantou groaned, and thrust harder. Rolen could feel his balls tightening, and prayed she would not stop them.
“Fuck his mouth, Kantou. Fuck it hard.”
Kantou lunged his hips forward, choking Rolen, pistoning himself between Rolen’s stretched, aching lips. He felt his own orgasm gathering, roaring like wildfire under the pressure in his ass. He understood, now, why Kantou knelt so meekly at this woman’s feet. It was ecstasy to serve her, to fulfill her every whim. And she repaid that servility with delirious bliss.
His ass was suddenly abandoned and he whined in longing, then surrendered joyously as he felt her turn the candle around, forcing the thick base of it into him. It felt huge inside him, filling him in a way he’d never imagined. His balls spasmed, leaking a first spurt of cum onto the chair. He slid through the slickness of his own juices, insane with need.
Kantou buried his hands in Rolen’s hair, yanking it hard as he rammed himself deeper. His huge balls contracted under Rolen’s teasing fingers, and cum flooded Rolen’s mouth, hot, sticky, delicious. He moaned, sucking harder, as Kantou’s cock jerked in his throat, plunging deeper, savaging him in the frenzy of orgasm.
Rolen thrust his ass back, forcing the candle all the way in. It impaled him, splitting him open. Soleyla shoved her hips behind it, grinding it in. She rocked against him, faster, faster, working her clit against his tailbone. He could hear her harsh breathing, and felt her fingers clamp convulsively on his balls as she shuddered behind him, ramming her hips forward, jamming the candle deeper into his ass. His tunnel quivered around it, squeezing and contracting as his balls tightened in her punishing grip and cum spurted from his throbbing cock in endless, white-hot waves.
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Later, they lay in Rolen’s huge bed. Soleyla had one arm loosely draped around each of them, enjoying the weight of their two heads resting, one on each shoulder. Yes, she thought. This was how it should be. Delight given freely, taken with joy, not forced or withheld by laws or fears or custom.
And if it took a war to make her mother see that? Then, Soleyla promised herself, a war they would have. She was Soleyla Devarian, a Guardian captain and daughter of the First Senator of the Nine-Star League. She did not make promises lightly.
“Rolen.”
“My lady?”
She smiled triumphantly into the darkness. “Did you like that, my darling?”
On her other side, Kantou shifted restlessly. Jealous? No, that was silly. Surely Kantou must know how she felt about him. She stroked his beautiful, long, soft brown hair as she waited for Rolen’s answer.
“No, my lady.”
“No?” She turned her head, surprised, and glanced down at the massive man curled submissively beside her.
“No. I loved it.”
Soleyla smiled and looked down at those two bowed heads, ash-brown and black as pitch, mere inches from her breasts. She felt a familiar heat blossom between her thighs at the sight.
“So tell me, Rolen, should we do it again?”
The End
Devarian Uprising
Captain Soleyla Devarian must defy both her loyalties and her mother -- the powerful and brutal Rachel Devarian, First Senator of the Nine-Star League -- to help Rolen and the Antoreans in their rebellion. But in her devotion to Rolen’s cause, will Soleyla lose her beloved Kantou?
Sierra Dafoe
Sierra Dafoe imprinted early on the one, the real, the only Robin Hood (and we all know who that is!) and has been in love with the heroic adventure story ever since. She branched out from there into fantasy and science fiction and even a few forays into horror, but still has a deep-seated weakness for those cocky, handsome rebels.
Rather unsurprisingly, Sierra lives in northern New Hampshire’s White Mountains -- which is
good, because nothing short of their beauty would likely ever drag her away from her keyboard! After years of publishing short stories, she’s thrilled to be making her novella debut with Changeling Press, and would love to hear your feedback. Visit her at her website, www.darkerdesires.com, for excerpts, contests, freebies, and more!
