Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
The praise helps me relax and finally, my butt cheeks sink against his lower abs, and we both let out throaty, satisfied moans.
“You did it, pretty girl,” Mizhir whispers behind me. “Great work, baby girl.”
I giggle despite myself, and experimenting a bit, I tighten my asshole on his cock, eliciting a low growl.
“You like that, Daddy?” I murmur while twisting to look him in the eye. “There’s more of that where it came from.”
The words make his eyes flare, and then Mizhir bucks his hips and fucks me violently in my anus, making me scream with surprise as my pussy gushes.
“That’s what you get for being a bad girl,” he hisses. “Hard cock in your asshole. Got it?”
I cry out as my vision blurs, the huge man dicking me from the bottom again and again. I feel like a cowgirl as he claims me from the ground up, making me buck, mewl, and shriek like a bitch in heat. But little do I know because we’re only halfway there. Before I realize it, Rizza has lowered himself to his knees in front of me, harsh streaks decorating his high cheekbones. His loincloth has also gone by the wayside, and I gasp when his dicktip nudges my pretty pink hole.
“Are you ready for some double-dicking?” he asks in a smooth voice. “You look like the type of girl who would enjoy it.”
Then, he slides his shaft deep into my pussy, drawing out a long, satisfied moan from my throat. Oh goodness! Yet I can’t believe this is happening. Again, I’ve had sex before, but it was altogether tame and very vanilla. Now, I’m being taken in the pussy and ass by two men, with both my holes crammed full of their huge staffs. Not to mention that I don’t even know these guys – they’re strangers who chained me up at the behest of their prince.
But where is the prince? My lashes flicker open blearily, and I see him standing off to the side. The huge man is jacking off, and I smile with satisfied pleasure before my eyes pop fully open, unable to believe what I’m seeing. Is that …? Could it be …? Sure enough, the prince has both of his hands working at his crotch, and as he grunts and gives a long, especially thorough tug, I see that there are two shafts springing from his groin. He’s got two enormous cocks, joined at the base, and both cocks look to be huge, aroused, and already dripping from the tip.
“Yes, this is what’s coming your way,” the prince rasps, his eyes like burning coal as he captures my gaze with his. “I need my servants to train potential lovers because only then, will I know if a woman can take me the way I need to be taken.”
He pulls on his double dicks again, both hands moving furiously along the pulsing shafts, and that’s when I lose it. I’ve never seen something so gorgeous, uninhibited, or downright wrong. A man with two enormous cocks, all for me? How did I get so lucky?
With a scream, I come on the cocks buried within my orifices, my curvy body going stiff straight for a moment before a full-body orgasm shoots through my limbs. Then, my two holes clamp down tight on Rizza and Mizhir, before dissolving into a ripple of delight, squeezing the men inside.
“Unnh, fuck!” Mizhir grunts below me. “I’m going to blow!”
“Me too,” rasps Rizza, his black eyes wide as my pussy squeezes him tight. “Oh shit!”
It happens then. Both men erupt inside me, filling me with hot jets of man cream. Not only that, but the handsome prince stands beside us, pumping his fists furiously on those two shafts.
“Open, Ali,” he pants, blue eyes glowing. “This is it.”
Then, a shower of semen arcs through the air before splattering on my tits and chest. Some droplets land on my neck, and a few on my cheeks, but I open my mouth obediently, dying to get a taste.
“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.
CHAPTER 6
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?