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)
Another cock pushed between my lips, this time not as far, giving me room to suck and tongue him while his hips pumped shallowly. I imagined it was my dragon I was blowing, though my dragon was better endowed than this knight.
Nine used his thumb to push back the hood of my clit, tapping his tongue directly on those raw, sensitive points, and I pounded my shackled fist on the table. I might not have felt that first orgasm the way I was used to, but I was as sensitive as I would have been from a normal one. My leg kicked out. Something spilled, pooling wet beneath me.
“I’m going to cum all over your face,” the man at my head said, and it sounded more threat than promise. I moaned around his cock, tasting the first drops of precum on his tip. “I’ve been edging all day,” he went on, growing increasingly breathless. “Ever since I got your dragon’s invitation. I’ve been fantasizing about it.”
I ground my hips against Nine’s face. Close. I was so close.
The knight in my mouth pulled out, tugging his cock.
“Here it comes, princess,” my dragon warned playfully, and his voice was an echo in my head as I came on Nine’s tongue, screaming, the other knight’s hot cum raining heavy droplets over my face and hair, into my open mouth.
There was a smattering of applause.
“I have to fuck this pussy,” Nine groaned. I opened my eyes to see him pull out his cock. It was average length but thick, though I didn’t have long to appreciate the sight of it before he rammed inside me, pulling a cry of surprise from my lips.
The man who’d come on my face made no move to clean me up. He tucked himself away and left me for the next knight to use. The unmistakable buzz of a vibrator came from my right, and the bulbous head of a cordless wand pressed down hard on my clit on the highest setting.
I screamed and bucked, almost throwing Nine off his rhythm, but my voice was cut off by another cock forced into my throat. The taste of the other knight’s cum was still on my tongue; the young, bronze-skinned man fucking my face scooped up more from my cheek and pushed his fingers into the corner of my mouth, never pulling out as he did.
“You like the taste of another man’s cum?” he taunted me.
“Answer the gentleman,” my dragon instructed.
I tried to give an affirmative answer with my mouth full, and Nine laughed. He turned to one of the other knights and said, “Wait until you get in here. She feels so fucking good. Fuck, Matt, can I come inside?”
“Did you see it in her limits?” he asked, lifting a brow.
Nine picked up his pace.
The vibrator on my clit was relentless. When I came this time, it wasn’t relief. It was torment. The hand holding it firmly to me never moved it away, even for a second. My legs thrashed; Nine called, “Can someone hold her down?”
Two sets of hands gripped my ankles. There was no way to escape any of the sensations the knights inflicted upon me. Someone poured a goblet of wine over my tits, a cold shock on my flushed skin.
The man in my mouth groaned and pulled out, cum arching from his broad tip and onto my neck and chest. A hand was there immediately, smearing it into my tits with the wine.
“No, thank you,” I heard someone say, declining the offer of my mouth, I assumed. “I’m waiting for her ass.”
“I’ll fuck her cunt while you do that,” another voice responded.
They were making deals about my vulnerable body. I shouted and shivered through another orgasm as Nine shoved hard against me, stiffened, and muttered tightly, “that’s so fucking good, baby, your pussy is so fucking good,” while he erupted inside me.
He only took a second to recover. Someone said, “Flip her over on her hands and knees.” I didn’t even have to move into position. They treated me like a doll, arranging me as they wanted me. I didn’t see who climbed up on the table, and I didn’t get the chance to look; another knight knelt on the bench in front of me, cock out, ready to take my mouth. I dropped my aching jaw obediently but canted my eyes toward my dragon.
He reclined in his throne, one knee up, his forearm braced on it as his cup dangled from his fingertips. His expression was unreadable. Was he enjoying this? Regretting it? Was he jealous of the men for using me, his property, right in front of him?
I hoped so.
And I hoped he would punish me soundly when it was over.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
(Matthew)
The wine was good.
The view was better.
Charlotte was on her hands and knees on the table, wine and sweat and cum dripping from her body and the escaped locks of hair that obscured her face. Her ruined gown hung half-off, the skirt bunched up around her waist as the next “knight” got into position.