“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, your majesty? You rather like having these men watch you suck my cock?”
“Yes,” Fione murmured. Her voice was half-ashamed, half-delighted at being found out.
“Would you like them to watch me fuck you, your majesty? To see my cock slipping in and out of your tight little pussy?”
“Yes,” said Fione. There was no mistaking the hunger in her tone.
Jin placed the princess’ ankles on his shoulders, and lower his cock until it found the target. With a smooth thrust, he speared her, making the princess gasp and groan beneath him. He leaned forward, tilting her hips up to meet his, thrusting harder, making her groan and gasp. His pace grew harder and harder, and Fione began to curve under him, her hands massaging her tits, her mouth opening in the rictus of pleasure.
And then Jin leaned back, his pace slackening, his speed decreasing. Fione looked up at him in concern, but Jin merely smiled a devilish smile at her.
“Sir Davod, would you come here for a moment?” he asked.
Davod approached the bed.
“You need some help, Jin?” he asked.
“Of course not,” said Jin, dismissing the question out of hand. “But the princess would love to suck your cock and taste your cum in her mouth—wouldn’t you, your highness?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, you’d like to... what, your majesty?”
“Suck your cock, Sir Davod. I’d like... I’d love to suck your cock and taste it when you come in my mouth.”
“Would you oblige her, Sir Davod?”
“I could hardly refuse.”
Davod fed his cock into Fione’s waiting lips. Her hand reached out to take it from him, her cheeks hollowing as the rod once again filled her mouth. Jin continued his work unabated, his chest resting against her calves as he drove his cock into her over and over, making her body bounce on the bed. He was staring at her with an intensity matched only by the one she was giving him, even as she was delivering Davod an enthusiastic blowjob.
At least Davod seemed to think so. He groaned, shuddering. One hand grasped Fione’s head, holding her close, ceasing the bobbing along his shaft. The other grabbed hold of one of the princess’ breasts, squeezing the soft flesh hard.
Davod groaned again, then hurriedly removed his cock from her mouth. A white trail clung to both her lips and his cock for a moment, then broke.
“Did he finish, your highness?” asked Jin.
“Mmmhmm,” said Fione, her lips sealed.
“Show me.”
Fione opened her mouth, lifting the heavy load of cum coating her tongue out to demonstrate. Tau stared. Jin merely smiled.
“Very good. Sir Ronil?”
Ronil hastened to join them.
“Princess Fione, would you like to have Sir Ronil finish on your breasts when he is done with your mouth?”
“Yes.”
Jin clucked at her, his pace slowing as punishment.
“Yes, Sir Ronil, I want to see you come on my tits after I finish sucking your cock,” Fione embellished.
Even Jin groaned at hearing her say that, the facade of his control slipping for a moment. Fione took one leg off his shoulder, wrapping it tight around his hips and pulling him into her. Jin’s pace resumed, prompted by her squeezing thigh.
Fione took Sir Ronil’s cock in her mouth, easing him in until her nose pressed against the hair at the base, then sliding it back out before repeating the process over. Sir Ronil groaned. Like Sir Davod, he grabbed her breast, fondling and massaging it as she worked. He glanced down between her legs, staring at where Jin’s cock was making the Princess’ pussy flex with each thrust. Sir Ronil ran his hand down the pale flat stomach to the small patch of platinum hair, his fingers stretching until he found the Princess’ clit.
Around his cock, Fione’s muffled moan was loud.
“I believe she’s quite warmed up,” Jin explained to the younger man. Ronil’s hand moved a little faster.
At Ronil’s crotch, Fione only moaned again to confirm. With Ronil’s arm in the way, she couldn’t see Jin watching her lips ride along Ronil’s length, so she turned her attention to her work instead, savoring the taste of the cock in her mouth, Jin pumping in and out of her pussy, and the fingertips waving back and forth across her clit.
Ronil’s cock let her know before he could that he was about to burst. She pulled him from her mouth, aiming the head low over her breasts.
“Don’t stop, Sir Ronil!” she urged, using both hands to jerk the hot, wet hardness of his cock over her body.
Ronil gave a guttural moan of acknowledgement, then grunted. His cock pulsed in Fione’s hands, a rope of cum firing over her breast, settled just along the top of the areola of her left nipple. Fione pumped Ronil’s cock harder, shifting her hips as best she could to ensure his fingers didn’t slacken in their attentions, even as rope after rope of cum showered across her chest out of his cock.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” cried the Princess, her body shaking as her own orgasm rode through her. Her back arched, further and further back until finally it collapsed as the waves of pleasure broke. She let go of Ronil’s cock, propping herself up on her elbows and staring down her nose at her chest.
“What a wonderful mess, Sir Ronil.”
“Thank you, your majesty.”
But Fione barely took an interest in him, gasping as Jin ceased his movements, withdrawing from her pussy. Jin crawled off the bed, grabbing the bottle and unstopping it, then sitting on the edge of the mattress. He grabbed Fione by an ankle, pulling her around.
“Come here and stand in front of me, your majesty,” he said.
Fione wriggled off the bed, standing before Jin, but he turned her around, so that he was staring at her back, instead. He stoppered the bottle with his thumb, drizzling its contents over the cheeks of her ass. Tau watched as oil dripped down her thighs, ambering the pale skin slightly. Jin used his free hand to rub it into her skin, Fione flinching and gasping when his fingers pressed against her sensitive asshole.
When Jin was satisfied with the princess, he poured a little more oil over his own cock, working it in with his hand. The sound drew the Fione's gaze, and she turned to watch him at it. He smiled, then put the bottle off to the side.
He spread his legs, reaching out one hand to grip her waist, the other to guide his cock. Fione lowered her rear as he pulled on her, a sharp intake of breath giving an indication of when the head of Jin’s cock had pushed up against her asshole. Her mouth formed into a round “O” as she continued to sink, and Jin grabbed her waist with both hands, providing a little more pressure, watching as his cock disappeared up between the globes of her ass.
The princess’s mouth was wide open, her eyes shut tight, bracing herself by the fingertips on Jin’s knees, the cock in her ass undoubtedly driving her pleasure. Jin thrust once, and the princess gave an appreciative groan in response. Jin thrust again, then again, bouncing her on his cock.
“Sir Ragar, come here,” said Jin. Now it was Tau’s turn to fume, as he watched the brutish vai Banda approach the Princess.
Jin had an arm wrapped around Fione’s waist, holding her hips steady while he plowed her. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head so he could talk directly into her ear.
“You’ve sucked so much cock today, your majesty. Are you tired?”
“N—” Jin thrust into her hard, making her knees straighten slightly, and she screamed.
“No,” she finished, weakly.
“I’ll bet you could give the ladies in Tia Vashil’s brothels lessons, couldn’t you, your majesty?”
“I... could...” gasped Fione. “But why would... oh fuck, harder ...give away... my secrets?”
Jin laughed, delighted by her confidence. He pushed her forward, so she was leaning over his knees, Ragar’s cock waving in front of her.
“Don’t worry, your majesty. Sir Ragar is gentleman. He’ll do most of the work, I’m sure. Won’t you, Ragar?”
“You’re in good hands, your majesty,” said Ragar. Just as before, he gripped the back of her head, driving his cock into her mouth. Jin braced her shoulder with his hand, holding her both down and still as he continued to fuck her ass from his seat on the bed, while Ragar made use of her mouth.
Fione’s moans came hard, lengthening into great humming sounds of pleasure as the two men fucked her from either end. Her hands fondled Ragar’s cock and massaged his balls as he drove himself into her face. Jin’s face began to look pained, while Ragar was delighted.
But Ragar, of course, was not trying to retain any self control. He grunted, loud, and held the princess’ head down as his hips stopped moving except to strain to feed her as much of his cock as he could. After a moment, he pulled away, his cock shining, his balls dripping with her spit.
The princess herself sat up, gasping, a picture of ravaged dishevelment. A line of Ragar’s cum ran out of the side of her mouth, her chin glistened with saliva. Her platinum curls were a mess, some of the hair matted to her skin by sweat. Ronil’s cum still decorated her breasts like an obscene necklace.
Jin’s hands reached under her thighs, pulling them up and over his knees so that she was sitting on him bowlegged, her pussy spread wide by the movement, the gleaming lips with the bud of her clitoris peeking out above them staring Tau in the face. As she was staring at Tau. As Jin was staring at Tau.
“Tau,” said Jin, taking one hand off Fione’s thigh to gesture with a come hither motion at him. “I don’t intend for her to suck your cock.”
Tau began to walk to them, and the princess took a long, deep, delighted breath. Jin bit her earlobe, then murmured to her.
“You like him, don’t you, your majesty?”
“He rescued me,” said Fione. “And he’s handsome.”
“So my sister says. He’s a good man, anyhow. You’ve fucked him before today, haven’t you, my princess?”
Fione moaned, though whether it was Jin’s cock pumping up into her ass, the change in address to the ownership of ‘my princess’ from the removed, ‘your majesty’ or the thought of her rendezvous in the forest with Tau, or simply Tau standing in front of her, his hard cock in his hand, Tau couldn’t say.
“Yes.”
“Would you like to again, my princess?”
“Yes.”
“Tau. Do her the favor.”
“Oh, hells!” cried Fione as Tau pushed inside her, her pussy unbearably tight around his cock as Jin continued pumping into her ass.
“Lift her,” said Jin. Tau nodded, his hands join Jin’s on Fione’s thighs, feeling her weight shift as she fell forward a ways, wrapping her arms around Tau’s neck, their bodies pushing together even tighter. He felt her begin to move up, carried by Jin rising from the edge of the bed, and shifted his position to allow her to be lifted, both men holding the undersides of her thighs splayed apart as wide as they could go.
A steady stream of “Ohs” poured from Fione’s mouth as Jin finally finished standing. Tau gave a gasping grunt as her pussy sank down, even tighter, around his cock.
The princess was moaning uncontrollably now, her body shaking, her thighs trying to move her hips up and down to help the two cocks. Jin moved his hands down her thighs, cupping a buttock in each hand, spreading her ass even as he made a seat for her, his pace quickening.
Fione’s face was buried in Tau’s shoulder, her grip on his neck so tight it hurt, her nipples rocks rolling along his chest as he pumped into her, the heat of her body mingling with his, the scent of the sweat and cum filling his nostrils.
Fione screamed, pushing herself back, so that she was bracing herself against Jin’s chest, her palms digging into Tau’s chest. Her head rolled back, her mouth open as she screamed before it choked off, the ecstasy apparent on her face.
“Oh, fuck,” groaned Tau, as the princess’ pussy devolved into tight, wet, hot velvet around his cock as she came, her juices coming on stronger now. Tau couldn’t hold his control any further. His cock throbbed. He felt the first spurt of cum slip out of him into her pussy and surged forward to keep himself buried to the hilt inside her.
The movement caught Fione and Jin by surprise, and Jin fell backwards onto the bed, dragging the princess down on top of him, and Tau along with both of them. He grunted, his cock shooting rope after rope of thick cum into her, making her moan and gasp as she felt him spurting inside her.
When Tau pulled away, his cum dripped out of her pussy instantly, running down her rear to where Jin was still ramming Fione’s asshole full of his cock.
Not for long, though, it seemed, as Jin moaned into the back of Fione’s neck.
“Oh, Vash above, yes, give me that cum, Jin,” moaned Fione. “I want it. I want to feel—”
“Oh, Fione!” cried Jin, his cock pushing hard into the princess’ ass.
“Yes! Fuck, yes! Ahhhh!” sighed Fione, delighted to find him coming at last.
Jin shook and shuddered beneath her, his arms holding her close against his chest, a hand gripping tight onto her breast. Finally, the energy seemed to leave him and his movement stopped, his muscles going limp.
Fione drew herself up until she was sitting upright, Jin’s cock still embedded inside her, making it appear as though she were sitting on a human throne. Her hair was a mess, matted to her face and neck and shoulders, her skin red from where it had rubbed against Tau’s, and sweat ran in rivulets down her stomach and off her temples.
“Thank you, gentlemen, for a most wonderful time. Lord Jin will be remaining here for the moment, but the rest of you may collect your things and go.”
Tau seethed for a moment, but there was little he could do but thank the princess for the “audience,” put his trousers back on, and depart the princess’ chambers. Tau stalked down the hall, making for the door, not bothering to engage Davod, Ronil, or Ragar in the pleasantries and ribald jokes they immediately fell into.
Jin vai Ullan. All the women in Tia Vashil lusted after Jin vai Ullan. Vatya had thrown herself at the man, to be repeatedly rejected, only to be rudely used and discarded. Not that you could have told Vatya that, given how she still praised him. Just like the vai Ullans, to think they were above it, that they could just use someone, discard them, and move on to something better. And they got away with it, time after time.
He was in the courtyard of the Guild now, shouting for his horse to be brought to him. A tall black-haired woman with a sword was climbing onto a warhorse.
“Kiera,” he called, marching over to her.
“Hello, Tau. Did you see the princess today?”
“How did you know?”
“She told me of it. She asked if I minded about you.”
“And what did you tell her?”
“That I didn’t. She should be allowed to choose from the best men the Five Noble Families had to offer, and you were the best.”
Tau frowned, taken aback by the compliment. She still could have said she’d minded, though.
“Kiera, I’ve been thinking—we should get married.”
From her perch in Blade’s saddle, Kiera’s eyes flashed before her face composed itself into stone. She started to speak, but Tau leapt to keep her from it.
“My uncle Cail will not let me go unattached forever. And you know you will need his support to become Exarch after your father.”
Kiera was quiet for a moment.
“She didn’t choose you?” she asked, her voice low.
“No. She chose Jin.”
“Jin? But he’s hardly better than a child.”
“She saw something she liked.” Tau reached out and took her hand. She stared down at him, her eyes inscrutable green pools.
“Kiera, marry me,” he said. “I’ll make sure you’re the Exarch after Ked. We’ll continue his legacy—together. We’ll make a fine pair. We do now, don’t we?”
“I... Tau... I...”
“You love me, don’t you, Kiera?”
“I don’t know,” said Kiera, unable to meet his gaze.
“I love you,” protested Tau, but even as he said the words, he wasn’t sure they were true anymore. They tasted less sweet in his mouth this time.
“Marry me,” he insisted.
“There’s a war on,” said Kiera.
“There won’t be a war forever.”
“After the war. I’ll decide after the war’s over. Is that okay, Tau?”
“That’s fine, Kiera. Then I have until the end of the war to reclaim your love.”
“I have to go, Tau. I have to see my father.”
“Send him my love and my wishes for his good health.”
“I will,” said Kiera, snatching her hand from his grasp and wheeling Blade around.
Tau watched as she rode off through the Gate of Fire, silent for a moment with his own thoughts. He picked up a small flat rock from the courtyard, and sent it skipping over the gravel as hard as he could.
“Where the fuck is my horse?” he screamed in the direction of the stables.
Chapter 15
“The end of the war?”
“I kno—oh—w it seems open ended, but—oh, Vash, Pol, please don’t talk for a bit, just keep going—but it might not be that long.”
Kiera gripped Pol’s hair tight to keep him from moving. It hadn’t taken too long to regrow to a length where she could grab a firm hold, for which she was thankful. Imagine the horrors of being young and balding for one hundred years. She would have laughed, but Pol’s tongue raced up the opening of her pussy to manipulate her clit again, and she forgot the image completely.
He was kneeling beside the bed, one arm wrapped under her thigh, the hand keeping the hood from hiding her clit from him, his other hand kneading her breast, the finger flicking back and forth across her nipple. Her legs were drawn up, thighs spread apart, knees by her chest. She was so close, if he’d just stop talking and stick to what he was doing.
“Why’s that?” he asked, pushing back against her hands.
“Oh...” she moaned, her pleasure subsiding again. “Fuck!”
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