King Rochar howled as he jetted into her. She could feel his rich juice filling her. Santara panted like a man in agony. She leaned back into him as he pressed his hips against her. Finally, he stilled for an instant then pumped feverishly. His cum spattered her back as he climaxed.
The king withdrew, his penis sliding from her. Santara kept his arms around her as she unhooked her ankles and dropped her feet to the floor.
King Rochar smiled. “That was incredible.”
Maddie was speechless. She’d never experienced anything like that in her entire life.
“Will you join Santara and me in the shower?” the monarch asked.
Maddie was more than ready to try out another scenario of ‘lovers times three’. “I’d love to.”
Moving her heavy fall of hair aside, Santara licked the sensitive nape of her neck, nipping the tendon, teasing her earlobe with his teeth. “Have you ever seen the shower chamber aboard The Outrider?” he asked.
“Only once.” She trembled in recollection of the single glimpse she’d had of the opulent facility.
He pressed tiny kisses along her shoulder. “As an envoy of King Rochar, I saw it once aboard the star cruiser when Jake Rowles gave me a quick tour of the ship.”
The king pinched her tight nipples. “Santara went into great detail about it when he returned, so we made some changes to our shower chamber that I think you might like. Why don’t we try it out?”
“I can hardly wait,” Maddie admitted.
Chapter Five
As King Rochar stepped back, Santara swept Maddie into his arms. “We’ve discovered that this shower chamber is the perfect place for making love. I certainly hope you feel the same way about it when we’re done.” He followed the king into the bathroom, letting her slide down his body only to pull her back, pinning her against him so she could feel his hard cock prodding her. He felt her buck in surprise at his readiness.
He whispered in her ear, “That’s one of the many things King Rochar likes about me—it takes me very little time to recover. I’ve never made love with a woman, you know. I’d been promised to the king since puberty, but my body seems delighted that it will be my turn inside you next. Would you like to feel this cock inside you?” He flexed his hips for emphasis.
She said nothing, but he shared the tremor that swept through her body.
Sweeping her hair out of the way, Santara licked her neck. “I didn’t hear your answer, so I’ll ask you again. Would you like to feel this inside you?” This time, he grabbed his erection and let it ride down the crease of her butt, sliding to her entry on a slick of cream, hers and the king’s. The thick head nudged at her opening, poised to slip in.
Maddie wiggled, trying to force him inside, but he only laughed.
“My, my, you’re very greedy, aren’t you? King Rochar not enough for you? I guess it will take both of us to satisfy you. I already know you like that idea.”
Through gritted teeth, she cried, “Don’t make me wait.”
Santara looked at the king. The king nodded.
Guiding her forward, Santara bent her over the marble counter. “Put your hands there and hold on tight.”
He was pleased to see her do as she was told. But that satisfaction was quickly forgotten as he pushed his way into her tight passage, moaning with his first entry into the slickness of a woman’s body. Slipping his arms around her, he cupped her breasts, relishing the warmth and softness of her skin.
Making love with a man was a much different affair. The men he’d shared with King Rochar had been warriors, their bodies honed by years of fighting. Their skin was neither soft nor silky. Their bodies weren’t warm and welcoming like hers, more like forged classen, the muscles heavy, the skin taut. He enjoyed making love with men but realized that a woman’s body pleasured him in another way, a way he was very quickly learning to like. Unlike his male lovers, her slippery channel drew him in, clutching his rod, covering it in her rich juice. There was no force to gain entrance, he slid in, feeling her strong muscles clenching around him as he pressed forward.
He threw back his head as he felt the first ripples of her orgasm teasing his dick.
“Oh great Joram, that feels so good. I’ve barely gotten inside you and look what’s happening to you,” he whispered in wonder.
Cradling her body, he savored the delicious way his words made her grip his cock more forcefully. It was a marvelous sensation, so marvelous that he wanted to pound into her and come in a screaming, frenzied release. But he made his body wait. He wanted to enjoy the luxurious slide in and out as her cunt firmly grasped him. He wanted to be right with her when she exploded so he could feel her milking him, drawing out every last drop of cum. To do that, he needed to draw her to the edge where they could tumble over together.
So he began to move.
With one hand around her waist and the other across her chest, he pulled her to him as he thrust into her. Then both hands went to her breasts, pulling her nipples as he flexed back and forth.
She took one hand off the counter and placed it on top of his, guiding him down her belly and between her legs. “Touch me there,” she begged.
Santara was delighted to slide his fingers through her creamy moisture. She was so wet and ready.
Maddie grabbed his hand and moved it to her clit. “Right there. I need your hand right there,” she moaned.
He felt her nub of flesh and pressed his finger into it.
Maddie shoved her body back against him. “That feels so good,” she purred.
Santara slipped his hand up and down her slit but kept coming back to tease that button of pleasure. He felt it grow stiff, inviting him to flick and push at her sensitive core as he rammed his cock inside her. He poured into her as she screamed and screamed her release, and he could feel her taking every last drop of his seed.
But that was not the end of Santara’s pleasure. The familiar click of a cap sent a shudder along his spine. He knew what that sound meant. He knew that King Rochar was anointing his own cock with lube and it was only a matter of time before…ah, he thrust inside.
“I got so hard watching you with her.” Rochar jabbed his cock into Santara. “Can you feel what that did to me, watching you slide inside her, watching you swing in and out of her body? I could see your beautiful cock disappearing into her then slipping back out, covered in her cream.” Leaning forward, he nipped Santara’s neck. “It’s a luscious feeling, isn’t it? Sliding into a woman’s body.” Another jab. “They’re so warm and juicy.” And another jab.
It was absolute bliss for Santara, caught between the two bodies, his cock still within the heat of Maddie’s body while the king thrust into his tight opening. King Rochar pummeled him, his balls slapping against Santara’s flesh, until finally, with a hoarse cry, Rochar shot his essence into his lover.
Only the sound of their harsh breathing filled the silence, until Maddie finally spoke. “You two are really heavy.”
King Rochar withdrew his spent penis from Santara, allowing him to gently pull from Maddie.
Turning to face the men, she smiled shyly. “I think I’d really like that shower now.”
As her lovers stepped away, Maddie leaned against the counter, taking in the incredible beauty and opulence of the chamber.
“I can’t believe it,” she said, shaking her head. “This room is bigger than my cabin on The Duskrider.” As Santara and the king looked on, Maddie prowled about the room, touching the ornate gold fixtures and running her hands over the carved stone of the walls and the benches beneath. “These bas-relief sculptures are incredible. What do these scenes represent?”
King Rochar came to stand beside her. “They show the gods in trials of strength and endurance to decide who would become the rulers of the universe. Even though we no longer worship them, we continue to hold a yearly competition with many of the same events you see depicted here. The strength and beauty of the male body are something we celebrate.”
Maddie laughed. “I can
see that here in the final scene, the one that looks like an orgy. They certainly are celebrating.” Looking closer, she gasped. “I didn’t even know some of those things were possible.”
The king whispered in her ear. “Not only are they possible, they are incredibly pleasurable. You watched Santara and me. You know the kinds of pleasure I’m talking about.”
Maddie shuddered at his erotic words and at the pictures of King Rochar and Santara that flickered across her mind. The look Rochar gave her let her know that he had shared those images flashing though her head.
At the sound of running water, the king grinned and took her hand. “Come and sit on this heated bench with me, and we’ll see what Santara’s up to.”
As they sat on the warm stone, Maddie observed that the shower chamber, itself, was enormous and positioned directly across from the bench. A large partition of clear glass separated it from the rest of the bathroom, allowing her to spot seats set into its walls at different levels. The elaborately tiled space had multiple showerheads at various heights. There were even nozzles across the ceiling.
Through the transparent barrier, she could see that Santara had chosen a showerhead that kept his back to them. Maddie moaned at the sheer beauty of his body. He was muscular, like an athlete, with a frame made up of clean, lean lines with thick, dark-brown hair that hung down his back.
King Rochar explained how the shower worked. “Since the chamber is modeled after the one on The Outrider, he calls out a number and that particular showerhead will be activated.”
Water began to pour from one of the fixture above him as the other shut off. “That’s Number Two. He knows it’s one of my favorites,” the king said.
Santara’s long hair clung to the firm muscles of his shoulders as the stream cascaded down his sculpted body. When he reached into an opening in the wall, King Rochar explained what Santara was doing.
“There are slots there for soap and shampoo. Slide your hand in, and the desired product will be automatically dispensed,” he said.
His lover took a dollop of what must have been shampoo and began to lather his hair. Rich foam covered his head, making frothy rivulets. Putting his face up to the flow, the soapy mass poured over his back and the length of his powerful legs.
At the king’s sharp intake of breath, Maddie looked over. She greedily eyed his deliciously heavy erection. The way he was running his tight fist along its length and back proved he was definitely enjoying the show Santara was putting on for them.
“He won’t turn around,” King Rochar said between gritted teeth. “It drives me absolutely crazy and he knows it. He’s going to get some soap now. Watch.”
Santara put his hand into another slot.
“Sometimes he takes pity on me and turns around.”
“Thank Joram,” Rochar muttered as Santara swiveled to face them.
Rubbing his hands together, Santara grabbed his cock with one very soapy hand that journeyed up and down, up and down. He closed his eyes and threw back his head, divine pleasure etched on his beautiful face.
Rising to his feet, the king reached out to Maddie. “Let’s not waste that gorgeous cockstand.”
Placing her hand in his, she let him pull her across the room and into the shower chamber.
Chapter Six
As Maddie and the king stepped inside, Santara opened his eyes and grinned. It was a great, big grin full of mischief and promise. He drew her away from King Rochar and under the spray with him, his warm, lathered hands on her breasts. She arched into him, relishing the pleasure of him touching her sensitive flesh.
Santara’s palms caressed her nipples, applying a little pressure to begin his seduction. He teased them next with his forefingers, tracing the very tips until they hardened and begged for more. Then King Rochar stepped in close behind her, his large frame cradling her.
Maddie wanted to scream at the sensations bombarding her—Santara’s hands on her breasts, King Rochar’s long, hard body pressing against her back while the water poured over the three of them. She was so wet for the king, so ready for his cock inside her, but she still couldn’t hold back a gasp as he pushed into her, arms around her waist, pinning her to him while her body took him. As the water sluiced over them, she looked through the curtain of water at Santara’s beautiful face.
“He’s so hard and hot,” Santara said. “I love the feel of those ridges and that thick head almost hurts as he slides in and out. Can you feel your channel stretching to take all of him?” As he spoke, he pinched her nipples, drawing them out, turning them between his thumb and forefinger.
Santara was right. King Rochar was hard and hot inside her and every stroke filled her, made her burn. Higher and higher he pushed her, his cock pulsing as he followed her up and over. She screamed as he poured into her, as he bit her shoulder, pumping every last drop into her body. They stood without moving until King Rochar stepped back, and his rod slid from her.
“Now it’s my turn,” Santara said. He motioned to one of the thigh-level seats. “I want you to bend over and place your hands on the seat.”
His words made her tremble. He put one hand on her belly and slid down through her tight curls to pet her.
“Your little clit seems very happy to see me. It’s still swollen from your orgasm with the king.”
He flicked it, and she couldn’t stifle a moan.
“I bet that feels lovely, doesn’t it?”
He gently rubbed it with the pad of one finger, and she pushed into his hand.
“You’re very greedy,” he whispered.
He pulled his hand away and grabbed a handheld showerhead. Twisting the knob on the end, he chose a thin, gentle stream of water. “Let me clean the king’s release from inside you.” Kneeling, he set the apparatus at her opening and let the warm liquid tenderly cleanse her. A flick of the wrist and the flow ceased. He leaned forward and put his lips to her sensitive flesh. The last trickle of water seeped into his mouth. Santara pulled back and replaced his mouth with a finger. It journeyed up and down her slick slit. “You’re so juicy.”
He dipped into her cunt. “I want you to see what you taste like.” He held out his finger and let her lick her essence from it.
“Just like I said—sweet and juicy.” Then he sank two fingers into her cleft. “Look at me.”
She watched as he lapped her juice from his digits.
Maddie couldn’t believe what Santara was doing, what he was saying to her. She could feel her body preparing to take him, not sure how that could be so soon after the king had made her come, screaming and yelling. She heard Santara’s voice and focused on his words.
“Do you know what I think you taste like?”
She shook her head.
“Like you’re ready to take me.” And with those words, he pushed his cock into her aching body.
He was right. Although still tender from the king’s entry, her channel was so slippery that Santara plunged in easily.
“I love being inside you,” he whispered in her ear. “I love the way you squeeze my cock. I think I’ll start out nice and easy so I can feel exactly how wet you are.” After a few leisurely pumps, he spoke again. “Do you know how erotic it is for me to be sliding inside you knowing that you’re slick from the king, knowing that your body’s still warm and soft from making love with him?”
All Maddie could do was moan, throwing her head from side to side.
Through the sound of the water pouring down around them, she heard the king’s voice. “How does that feel, Maddie? His dick is all shiny with your essence. I bet you’re smooth and creamy inside.” He moved closer. “Let me see, Santara.”
As Santara slid from her body, King Rochar moved beside her and gently slipped a finger inside her. First one, then two, back and forth in her sleek core. “I’m going to tell you what Santara’s doing while my fingers are deep inside you,” he said to Maddie. “He’s washing his beautiful cock. He must be done with you. No, wait. He’s found the lube and is using those st
rong hands to anoint his hard-on with it.” He nipped her ear, continuing to pleasure her with his fingers. “I think he has something different in mind.” His tongue touched the pulse in her neck. “Your heart is beating so fast. You must have figured out what he’s going to do. Has a lover ever entered you there, in your ass?”
Silence.
“Tell me.”
“Yes,” was all she was able to say.
“Did you like it?”
Silence again.
“Tell me, or I’ll remove my fingers from your gorgeous body. Did you like it?”
“Yes, yes,” she cried. “It hurt at first, but as soon as he was inside me, I loved it—loved the pleasure that came with the pain.”
She knew that was all Santara needed to hear, all the invitation he required.
Maddie flinched as Santara set his cock at the tiny, puckered entry. Her last lover had introduced her to anal play, but he was not nearly as generously endowed. She knew there would be pain, yet the idea of having the king’s lover pushing his way inside didn’t frighten her, not with the pleasure she knew awaited. With Santara poised to enter and King Rochar’s talented fingers thrumming inside her, she felt herself being pulled higher and higher. Until the king withdrew his hand, leaving fulfilment just out of reach.
“Don’t stop,” she sobbed. “For Joram’s sake, don’t leave me so close to the edge.”
“Oh, we won’t leave you,” the king said. “Not until we’ve made you come again and again. Now look at me.”
Maddie slid her gaze to him and melted as he put his shiny fingers in his mouth and sucked her essence from them.
“Your taste is addictive. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you. In my mouth, against my skin, caught between Santara and me.”
His erotic words skittered down her spine like a bolt of Shardian lightning.
“Can you feel him right there, ready to shove his way in past that tight ring of flesh?”
Then it was Santara who took over the wooing, the verbal seduction, his breath warm against her ear. “What would you like Rochar to do while I press my cock inside you?”
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