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)
“Mph!” she cries. “Unnf!”
Finally, however, we’re done. I manage to hoist myself up, my cock still dripping onto Ali’s nude form. Rizza pulls his shaft from her mouth, and I swear, it takes a full five seconds to make an exit because it was so far down her throat. The dragon emerges, glistening with saliva and seed, and Ali coughs a bit, eyes watering.
“You okay?” Riz asks, running a big hand fondly through her curls. “You swallowed ten inches, baby. That’s not nothing.”
Ali begins to answer, but then her head tilts back as her eyes close again, and I know what’s happening. Not only does my liege lord have double dicks, but the one on the bottom has something called a knot. Basically, the bottom of his cock swells up to gargantuan proportions, and once forced into a woman, it doesn’t come out easily. However, Ali lets out a long, low wail as Ragnar works the knot out of her with avid eyes, watching as her anus stretches to accommodate the bulge, before popping open noisily. Then, goopy fluid pours from both her holes, trailing down her buttocks before soiling the coverlet.
“You did wonderful,” my prince breathes, bending down to kiss Ali’s soft belly. “Beyond my wildest dreams, sweetheart.”
Ali pants a little before making eye contact with all of us.
“I did?”
“Fuck yeah,” I rasp. “I’ve never had titty-fuck so satisfying.”
“Nor a blow job so deep,” Mizhir adds with a devious grin. “I was almost pumping straight into your gut baby. Where did you learn that?”
Ali giggles a bit, while wiping the back of her mouth with one hand.
“Oh that?” she mewls. “That’s nothing. I picked that up in high school!”
It’s then that all three of us share a look because this is the naughty girl we’ve been looking for. Ali’s been brutally used by three men, and yet as we watch, she titters again and lifts her knees so that her holes drip even more.
“You like this, Daddies?” she coos while fingering a pink nipple. “Because you know I exist to obey.”
With that, I know our wildest fantasies have come true. We’re taking her to Lysenia with us … whether or not Ali wants to go.
CHAPTER 9
Ali
Three months later.
My, how quickly life changes. After I was kidnapped by Ragnar, Mizhir, and Rizza, I wasn’t sure what to expect. They plundered my curves every which way that first night, and I was sure they’d turn me loose afterwards because despite my threats, there was nothing for the three men to fear from me. Even if I went to the police, what would I say? That a prince from some obscure European country attacked me, and that I was ravaged by him and his two bodyguards? That I cried out their names with ecstasy each time they claimed my sweetness?
Even crazier, I loved it. The second time with my trio of lovers was eye opening because not only did Ragnar DP me with his double-pronged cock, but it turns out he has a knot at the bottom of the lower one. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it when I was giving him oral, but maybe it was because of the craziness of the entire situation. More likely, I was so horny that it probably just slipped my notice.
But I definitely noticed when he pushed his bulge into my asshole. I couldn’t even see what he was doing because Rizza had his cock jammed halfway down my throat, and Mizhir was straddling my torso as he fucked my titties. But trust me, I felt it when Ragnar forced his bulge in, stretching my asshole so much that I let out a keening wail, the intensity driving me out of my mind. The knot felt as big as a man’s fist, and the prince merely groaned with appreciation as my bottom hole pulsed around him.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Ali,” he rasped. “How did we get so lucky?”
Then the men came like animals, filling me full of their male virility, and it only made me descend into sub-space once again. But still, I didn’t know what to expect when I came to. After all, I was stretched, sated, panting, and halfway anticipating that they’d throw me out on the streets, naked and embarrassed. But instead, after a week of frenetic coupling (in which we barely got out of bed), the prince and his henchmen hustled me onto a private plane. I didn’t have my passport, but it didn’t seem to matter and before I realized it, we were landing in Lysenia.
“What’s going on?” I asked in a breathless tone. Of course, the three men had used me mercilessly in the private bedroom in back of the plane, a fitting introduction to the Mile High Club.
Mizhir winked at me, his rugged face handsome and amused.
“You’ve been kidnapped, sweetheart. What else?”