Chapter 4 #2
Andrew released a nervous chuckle as she said it. It sounded so flat; it took him off guard. “I—uhm,” he uttered. His cock was stuck in its half-hard state.
The queen looked over at Trina and gave a nod.
Andrew gasped as the higher sister’s hand wrapped around his shaft, and started to move. Up and down, up and down—faster and faster.
He swallowed, a breath shooting from his quivering lips. It felt amazing, and he was hard in no time. When he had reached the point of full on erection, Trina let go.
Andrew was as in awe as the women surrounding him. His cock was thick, veiny, and some slick pre-cum already making the tip shine. He hadn’t seen his member this glorious before. Was it the lighting? Was it the lack of sexual action since Claire had left him?
He had no idea, but standing there with a huge hard-on surrounded by beautiful women, he couldn’t help but feel… awesome.
The queen stepped back, slightly shaking her head. “Unbelievable,” she said. She released a chuckle, meeting his gaze. “You must be the one,” she said.
“My Queen,” a woman who was sitting on the right, who Andrew assumed was one of the other higher sisters, suddenly said. “We need to see if he brings the seed. A gorgeous display is nothing more than just that, if it doesn’t work.”
The Queen nodded, gesturing at the lady without looking at her. “Yes, yes, I understand.” She then gestured at Trina again. “Make him give,” she said.
“Make me give?” Andrew said under his breath.
Trina’s fingers clasped around his cock again, making him grunt. She then started to move her hand again. Or well, move, pump was the better word here.
Her grip was just right. Its warmth, firmness, the movement—this woman was amazing.
For a city with no men, this woman sure knew how to work cock.
With the pleasure building, he couldn’t help but gaze over at her, her breasts jiggling as her arm bounced against them while she jerked him.
Her eyes were fixated on his cock, her expression serious and unwavering.
He studied her face, her full lips, the bridge of her nose, and her hazel eyes. He hadn’t even seen how beautiful she was. But now she was close, her warmth radiating on his naked skin, her scent wrapping itself around him as he focused on her; he definitely saw it in full spades.
“Ah, fuck,” he muttered as he felt his climax approaching. It was a natural reaction, the words just blurting out.
The words made Trina look up and meet his eyes. The intensity in them, the dreaminess; she was gorgeous. Her lips were slightly apart, her expression unchanged.
But then, the hint of a smile curved at her lips. It sent shivers down his spine and a surge of excitement through his cock.
“Oh, shit, aaah—“ Andrew moaned as his orgasm rapidly surged to the edge out of nowhere. Before he could regain any control, it was too late: thick, white cum sprayed from his tip.
Trina's eyes widened as she watched him release. She kept on going, pumping him mercilessly as he oozed in the orgasmic pleasure, nearly making him drool. His body shook as he experienced the heavenly bliss.
His cum landed on Trina’s hand and on the floor, right in front of the Queen, spraying as far as a few feet.
As he was still oozing in the glow and cum was still dripping out of his tip, the other higher sisters walked in, and crouched to the ground. One watched his cock closely as the final drops fell onto the ground.
One of the higher sisters near the ground nodded her head. “This looks like exquisite quality. Nice and thick.”
Another dipped her fingers in his release and brought it to her mouth, sucking it off her finger.
The Queen watched. “And?” she asked, an excitement in her voice.
The other woman nodded. “Will have to do more tasting, but I believe there is no problem.”
The Queen nodded with a serious expression on her face. “You can do so in a couple of hours. We won’t send him to the chambers right away.” She lifted his chin toward him. “His shoulder still needs to heal, I believe.”
Andrew was speechless as he watched the women’s back and forth, with Trina’s grip still around his shaft, slowly moving her hand.
The Queen came in close, a step too close into his personal space. Still oozing on the orgasmic afterglow, Andrew didn’t really mind. The Queen was beautiful, after all, and her earthy scent was both sensual and pleasant.
“You,” she said. “We have great plans with you. Seed bringer.”
Andrew opened his mouth to speak, but the words escaped him. It was both so strange and overwhelming, but also… Exciting?
The queen stepped away, turning her attention to Trina. “Let him rest for a while.”
Trina let go of Andrew’s cock, staring at the cum on her hand. “At the temple?”
The Queen shook her head. “Bring him straight back to Ayla’s house.”
“But my Queen—“
The queen silenced her with a single shake of her head. “I have spoken. It’s the gods’ will.”
Trina bowed. “It shall be done.” She looked over at Andrew, who was still standing there with his cock half-hard, staring at her with big eyes: the woman who had just made him cum.
Trina looked back at her glazed hand, then narrowed her eyes, brought her gaze back to his, and sucked some of the semen from her hand.
Andrew stared in awe.
Damn… Where the hell have I ended up?