3
“No more playing, Visha,” he whispers. “Not tonight. It’s too important.”
“Athos…I…”
“Are in safe hands.” He spreads kisses up my neck to my cheek as he strokes small circles between my shoulder blades.
“I want you, make no mistake about that, I want to be inside you so much it hurts, but I wouldn’t hurt you, not for a second, not for all the planets in Drideon, so do not fear.”
He touches his lips to my ear. “You will know only pleasure.”
I blew out a breath as I tremble. His sanity appears to have returned and I hope it is accompanied by self-control.
“Now don’t be alarmed by the harness.”
“The what?” I went to push up but as I did so several binds encircled my legs and one went around the middle of my torso. They all kept me trapped and flush with the bench. “Athos!”
“It is for the best, this orgasm will be intense, I do not wish for you to hurt yourself.”
“I won’t!”
“Perhaps not…” He chuckles softly. “But indulge me and accept this.” He traces the shape of my buttocks and moves behind me. “Rest down, let the bench have your pretty breasts.”
I do as he asks, my brain in overdrive. What have I consented to? Are the other women taking it like this? Then suddenly breasts are pulled into the soft pockets and I feel them being gently caressed. I shift slightly and my nipples are taken by the damp suction machine.
“Oh fuck!” I reach forward and grip the cool handle. “That is…?”
“Good.”
I swallow and nod. “Yes.” And it is, it’s like having two tender hands working the sensitive flesh as two eager mouths suck on my nipples.
My pussy trembles and a new shot of desire releases into my blood stream.
“I knew you would like it, your breasts are so responsive,” he says, still stroking my ass cheeks, all over, each one in turn, the delicate underside and down the crack.
I try to move my legs but they are bound secure, ankle to thigh and when he finds my pussy entrance and slips into the damp heat I close my eyes and surrender to my fate.
“You will take my fingers first,” he says, his voice stiff as though he’d rather forsake the warm up and just get to it. “And I have lube.
“Yes. Good.”
His hands are busy, not just on my pussy but up and down my thighs, sweeping over my ass and back and turning me on to the point that my skin is tingling and I’m trembling for more.
“You’re tight,” he says, slipping as deep as he can go into my pussy. “But we can make this work.” He adds another finger, the filling dense and delicious.
I groan and arch my spine. My clit is throbbing for attention but it can’t quite rub on the bench.
“And how tight is your ass?” he says, stroking over my anus.
I buck away, the sensation unfamiliar after so long.
He says nothing but stills as I catch my breath.
Then he strokes over the tight pucker again.
This time I don’t jolt away and he circles it, plays with it, teases the center, all the while finger fucking my pussy.
“This will be cold,” he says, “the lube.”
“Yes. I know.” I bite on my bottom lip and brace as the coldness spreads over my asshole.
But it’s perfectly pleasant and I blow out a breath. I have to try and relax somehow.
“My queen, you are so beautiful and so perfect spread before me like this. More than my wildest most hopeful dreams.” He slips a lubed finger into the tight ring of my ass, knuckle deep
I moan and curl my toes. The dark, dense, forbidden sensation is exquisite and I remember how much I do like anal sex. It’s sultry, fulfilling, and the orgasms are always intense.
“Ah, you are tight,” he says. “But you like it, I can tell.”
“Athos,” I gasp. “Take it slow, and yes, this could work.”
“It will work.” He has doubly penetrated me now, with his fingers, and is working me like a slow fuck.
I rock with the rhythm, my pussy growing wetter as the desire to orgasm grows.
“Tell me if you like it slow or fast,” he asks.
“I…slow to start then fast…at the end.”
“We will be in perfect synchrony.”
“Oh…oh Athos…I…”
The sensations, pussy, ass, and breasts are become heady and overwhelming. I clench around his fingers, the need for more growing despite my hesitations.
“Tell me what you need, my queen.”
“Oh…oh I want you.”
“Is it time?”
The need is a big ball of lust that is about to bowl me over. I need more of everything.
“Your cocks,” I gasp, “Give me your cocks.”
He says something in a throaty language I don’t understand and pulls out. Within seconds two lubed cocks are poised and ready to penetrate me.
He pushes the flesh of my ass cheeks, and finds purchase.
“I’ll go slow,” he says gruffly. “Might kill me, but I will.”
I am squirming on the bench, desire and need have taken hold. “Just get inside me.”
The suckling on my nipples suddenly increases and I arch my neck and push back onto him.
He gains an inch, each hole.
“Oh fuck, yes.” I cry out and clench around him. “Athos…”
“We are perfect together,” he says hoarsely. “My beautiful giving Visha.”
I don’t want sentiment, I want fucking. “Please. More. Goddamn it.”
He lets out an animalistic roar, grips my hips and sinks deep.
I wail at the blissful stretching, the nip of pain in my anus and the absolute filling.
“My love, have I hurt you?”
“No no, that’s how it is…oh yes, you feel…”
“What? What my love?”
“Inredible. Fuck me with your cocks, both of them.” I blow out a breath, adjusting to the intense, thick invasion of my holes and then brace for his pounding.
But he doesn’t pound, he pulls almost out and then elegantly glides back in to full depth, his way eased by lube.
I tremble with bliss and grip the handle tighter. My entire body is alive with erotic sensation, and strapped down, harnessed, I have no responsibility except to lay here and take it, take it all. Take what he gives me including that promised almighty orgasm.
“Visha, my ball aches for you. It is so full of seed. I will impregnate you. You will conceive and carry our heirs. Oh…it’s so…tight.”
“Tighter than before?” I ask breathlessly.
“Before?”
“The others, your women?”
“Yes.” He thrusts into me and then pulls out, a little faster now, as though urgency is setting in. “Tighter around my cocks, both entry points.”
My eyes are watering and my breaths coming in short sharp pants in time with his lunges. But oh, my clit needs attention. I try to reach it, but can’t with the bench position.
“What? What do you need? Tell me,” he demands.
“My clitoris, I want to come, all of it, the big ‘O’.” I glance over my shoulder.
His skin shines with sweat and his biceps and shoulders bulge with the effort of holding my hips. His belly is tense and bricked and he stares down at where he enters me.
“Oh…Athos my clit,” I gasp.
And then his tail lifts, still quivering at the end, it curls around his body. The end disappears and then suddenly my clit is being stimulated. It’s like my favourite vibrator back on Earth, the perfect pulse and pressure.
I wail in bliss. “Oh yes, your tail, just there…I’m going to come.”
I buck and writhe within my constraints, the pressure within the entire length of my body is white-hot and blistering with intensity.
“I am going to fill you with royal seed,” he grinds out. “Come now.”
A blistering spank lands on my right ass cheek.
The shock and the sensual sting spirals me into my orgasm.
For a moment I freeze, suspended in an altered state, and then I convulse on the bench, wave after wave of ecstasy pulsing through me.
I throb around his cocks, squeezing and releasing with each spasm of release.
His tail tip is relentless on my clit and so perfect.
He cries out, a new word to me, and the heat of his seed fills my insides, spreading like wild fire to my core. I am purple inside now. My king, my mate, has claimed me.
On and on he fucks, so much cum spurting from his cocks.
Our orgasms are the same length, ten seconds, twenty, then more blissful cries and groans that combine in the air in the room and swirl into every corner.
We stay together, our bodies thrusting and grinding as one.
He’s so deep inside me and it’s like we were meant to be.
“Visha,” he gasps leaning over me, his chest to my back and his mouth by my ear. “That was…”
“Out-of-this-world,” I manage.