Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Wine?” Matt asked one of the knights seated to my right, near my head, and they passed the pitcher over my body as number nine pushed up my skirt. Matt gestured at the glass beside my left hip and offered it to Nine, “Wine?”
“I’d rather see how she tastes, right now,” Nine said, pulling up the bench and sitting between my spread legs. He pushed my thighs wide, baring me totally to his gaze. “She’s so fucking wet already.”
“I’m sure she is,” Matt agreed, but said, “If anyone needs lube, however, you’ll find it on the table.”
They’d need lube to fuck my ass, I realized. I’d only ever done that with Matt, but some of these men would definitely take him up on his earlier suggestion. I wondered if they would be gentle with me.
I kind of hoped they wouldn’t.
“What do we have here?” Nine pushed his hands under my ass and lifted me up, leaning close. I knew he could see every twitch of my cunt, the way it grasped spasmodically in a desperate plea to be filled. He placed one finger at the bottom of my opening and slowly traced down to give the plug a little push.
A moan escaped me.
He took the base of the plug in his hand and pulled enough to threaten me from the inside with the widest part of the toy. Then, he pushed it further inside, repeating the motion in a slow, shallow rhythm.
My clit ached. I needed him to touch me. I needed him to stop teasing, to make good on his promise to taste me. I wriggled in time to the motion of the plug, the throbbing in my pelvis growing more insistent, tighter, tighter. My mouth opened with a soundless cry. Cold bursts of pleasure raced up my spine and my clit retracted and convulsed in an orgasm without release, without what I truly needed.
Some of the men laughed.
Nine’s breath tickled my wet labia, then his tongue finally, finally touched me. I hissed “yes,” and tried to push myself against his mouth, urging him toward my cruelly denied clit. He took his time getting there, running wide, flat licks between my folds before closing his lips around my clit.
The noises I made were somewhere between pleading and encouraging. I dove the fingers of my free hand into his hair; someone else gripped my wrist and pulled it away, pinning it to the table. Another man reached over and palmed my breast.
“Do you mind if I fuck her throat while you take your turn?” a voice asked, and Nine paused long enough to answer, “Not at all.”
“Tilt your head back.” The man towering over me from the other side of the table was middle-aged, white, with slightly thinning hair and a little bit of paunch around his middle. The perfect example of an unassuming figure. Not someone I would have probably given a second glance out in the real world, but here, that didn’t matter. I didn’t get to choose. It didn’t matter if I found these men particularly attractive or interesting. I was only here for them.
The man at my head put a hand under my neck to angle me into the position he wanted. He was already unzipped, his erection in hand. He didn’t say anything else to me, just thrust between my lips and all the way to the back of my throat until I gagged.
When he withdrew, I coughed, but I didn’t get time to recover before he was back in, fucking my throat exactly the way he’d said he would. I took him all the way down, choking each time, while he stroked the column of my throat with his thumb.
Between my legs, Nine worked me into a frenzy, his tongue swirling around my clit with the practiced technique of someone who’d never failed to make a woman come. And I wanted to, so badly. The strangely off-center orgasm from before hadn’t been enough. I needed to get off.
He continued to manipulate the plug, swirling it inside me, setting off twinges of discomfort one moment, unbelievable pleasure the next. I climbed higher and higher, my body torn between the warring sensations of oxygen deprivation from the dick cutting off my breathing and the mouth on my pussy.
“Fuck, that’s good,” the man in my mouth groaned, and pulled out. “I don’t want to come yet. I don’t want to come until I’ve been inside that pussy.”
“I have no problem coming in her mouth,” another man joked, and I heard the scrape of a bench moving before someone else took up the position. I closed my eyes; the princess in the story probably had, as well, while she was being used by the knights. She closed her eyes, I knew, and imagined the dragon doing these things to her.