Page 14 of The Prince and His Bodyguards
“Yes,” I whisper. “More, my liege.”
The handsome prince’s eyes flare as he observes the naughty tableaux. He’s drenching me with his semen as his two henchmen buck and groan furiously, filling my holes with their own cream. In short, I’ve proven that I’m suitable for whatever depravity they have in mind … but what does the prince want? Therein lies the question.
CHAPTER6
Ragnar
Holy fuck, this woman is perfect. I’m not sure what I expected. More of the same, most likely. A curvaceous woman who’s all smiles and giggles when we bring her in. Someone who wiggles her hips as we chain her up, fastening iron cuffs about her wrists and then tightening the winch. Someone who pretends delight when my henchmen strip off their loincloths to reveal huge, dripping cocks.
But then the going gets real, and the woman shows her true colors. The madness. The babbling. The frothing at the mouth, not to mention the real pain some of them experience. That’s the worst. I hate when they go silent, their faces tense except for the occasional wince. After all, who wants to make love to a woman who’s hating it? Who’s literally shaking with terror, even as she tries to pretend she’s enjoying the horrific atrocities happening to her?
After all, I won’t beat around the bush. DP isn’t for everyone, not by a long shot. Even worse, I like my women young, so a lot of them have never been with multiple men in the past. They’ve seen threesomes in movies or read about it in romance novels, but they’ve never actuallydoneit. Thus, Mizhir and Rizza. They’re here to train a prospective’s cunt and ass, and until we got to Ali, we weren’t having much luck.
But today, the tide has turned. Ali’s beautiful, looking up at me with wide eyes as her curves heave. She’s splattered in semen, and still plugged full of cock. When I glance below, I see that it’s oozing out of her sweet holes too. There’s fluid all over Rizza’s balls as Mizhir groans wordlessly beneath her.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah, she drained me dry,” Rizza rasps before pulling out of Ali’s pussy. She mewls at the sensation because obviously, he must still feel hard to her, and as we watch, a huge flood of semen spills out of her sweetness, drenching the man beneath.
“Crank the winch,” I order. “Let Mizhir up.”
Rizza does as he’s told, his huge shaft wet with fluids, and soon, Ali’s pulled into a kneeling crouch by the manacles. Mizhir’s cock is covered with a mixture of lube, ass sweat, and creamy semen as it trickles from her ass, but then Ali flexes her buttonhole and it happens. A giant gush of seed bursts from her backdoor, splattering all over my henchman’s lower abs.
“Fuuck,” he grunts. “That was so wrong.”
“I couldn’t help it,” she mewls, looking horrified. “Your cock was like a plug, and when you pull a plug out …”
I raise a hand.
“No problem,” I say in a smooth tone. “You did nothing wrong, baby, and he’s not angry either. You did great, in fact, and we’re very happy.”
Ali swings her caramel gaze my way, brown eyes wide.
“I did?” she asks in a slow tone. “You’re happy with me?”
“We are,” I affirm. “In fact, you did so well that I revealed myself to you. Well, not just who I am, but my … ahem,deformitytoo.”
Ali’s eyes flicker to my huge shafts, still dripping with need. The sight is disgusting because a man’s junk is never great to look at. It’s not exactly the most visually-pleasing thing out there, but when you have two pieces of junk like me, the effect is an overload of nastiness.
But Ali’s not deterred.
“I don’t think you have a deformity,” the curvy girl says in a quick voice. “It looks like it could be fun, in fact. Something that would be great to explore.”
A blue flame begins to sizzle in my gaze because it’s clear that this pretty brunette was made to tango with us. Again, past experience has been negative for the most part. The few women I’ve revealed myself to let out horrified gasps when they saw my double cock, and then they were almost afraid to touch me. They’d stick one finger out, and rub it against my foreskin for a fleeting moment before pulling away as if they’d just been scorched.
But Ali’s not like that at all. In fact, she’s eyeing my double dicks with hunger in her eyes, even though she’s just been claimed by two men.
“You want this, don’t you?” I ask, slowly stroking my hands along the two rods.
Her eyes are glued to the movement, as her pretty pink tongue darts out to lick her lips.
“I do,” she acknowledges. “Please, my liege,” she whispers before flicking her eyes up to me. “Just a small taste.”
With a low chuckle, I advance. After all, Ali learns fast. She heard how Mizhir and Rizza called me their liege, and evidently, she’s picked up the terminology too. I dribble a bit while nearing the pretty girl’s mouth, but then I nudge the upper cock against her upper lip, and she opens immediately.
“Mmm,” Ali murmurs as I slide it in. “Mmmmph.”
Her lashes flutter shut as she focuses on sucking, her cheeks going hollow with pure vacuum force.