Chapter 5:
I lick the slit of the length in my hand, and it twitches growing in size. He scurries on his knees on the bed, dipping his mouth to my neck, nibbling my sensitive spots. The dick in me rides me to the edge, as it thrusts in and out at an inhumane speed, rendering me speechless. The dick in my hand twitches as if releasing the pressure, and I let go of it, “Not yet, sweetheart.”.
The slapping of the skin echoes through the room, the strokes of the cock pumping in me, with deep strokes. Hands hold my legs wide apart, as hips move in between. Pleasure contours the face of the man, and I clutch the silk in my hand as I cum hard from the cock in between.
I feel the cock throb inside my pussy, digging my feet on his chest, I pull him out of me. “Not yet sweetheart.”
“Have you ever taken someone in the ass”, I ask both. They seem confused at my question. I slide up resting my back on the headboard. They sit diligently following like a lost puppy.
“On your fours”, I say and they scamper immediately. I rise on my knees behind them arching their backs to raise their ass in the air. I trace the crack of their ass, circling the rim between their cheeks. I bend dipping my fingers in the scented slimy liquid on the table, pushing my thumb inside their rim. I hear them hiss as my thumb slides in and out, “You can slide your cock in here.”. I see them nod, “Do you want a cock in here?”, I ask circling my thumb inside, their bodies freeze, and I laugh.
“Don't worry, we could do it some other time?”, an instant relief flushes them as their bodies arch back gracefully.
“Do me, and I will show you a new way to have sex.”, I say removing my fingers from them. They turn to look at me, their eyes are dark, filled with lust. I slide the bowl of slimy liquid into their hands and use this as the lubricant. I slide my back on the pillow, sliding my legs up to my shoulders wide apart. They dip their fingers in the liquid, alternatively gliding up the rim. I see them look at each other, the same lust building in their gazes.
“Kiss”, I say as they look at me. I shrug my shoulders, and they slowly dip their heads closer, closing the distance between their lips. I see a fight for dominance, as tongue invades their sloppy kisses, they pull apart watching me enjoying.
The fingers circling my rim, enter me slowly rubbing the insides they alter the entry as one slides in and the other out. Pain fills as my rear hole stretches with the intrusion. Burn fills my senses, and, I whimper. The alternate fingers dig deeper, resting knuckles deep, and then suddenly both rest deep in at the same time.
“Amm... I feel torn” I close my eyes at the pain, my muscles clenching against the long fingers in me. They move in a single motion and soon the pain is replaced with pleasure. My muscles lose, and the fingers now scissor me to open wide.
“Come here”, I pull one man below me. Stretching over his body, my knees on either side I lower myself on his cock taking him in my pussy hole. The dick is huge, the length of it bigger than the one that entered me, and I feel it poking my womb.
“Ahhh… You are big as well. Amm… God”, I scream as I settle him deep in me bending over his chest. My eyes trail back to the man behind me, clueless. I grin positioning him behind me, I pull him closer aligning the tip of his cock along my rear hole.
The tip probes me, as the man under me grinds my hips. The tip of the cock enters me, and I cry in pain. He pours the liquid on his dick, sliding it slowly in, pumping himself in and out till he is settled deep in. I hiss at the fullness in my lower body. Bodies grind in me, the fullness entering and leaving me breathless at the top. My muscles clench tightening around the cocks, my toes curling as it crumples the sheet beneath. They catch a rhythm riding me in and out, wild, fierce. Pleasure clutches me, as pain dwindles into moans. Arousal thickens the air surrounding us. Moans and grunts fill the room, skin slapping at it speak. I feel the throbbing of the cocks inside me, as pleasure latches my every nerve.
“Now”, I say when hot pleasure fills me, leaving me panting.
Phew... My first smut (Hiding my face). I know it's not perfect, but AHH... I wrote it.
A loud thud on the door wakes me up. I groan rubbing my eyes, pulling the silk sheets to cover my body. I twist my body in a more comfortable position, clutching onto the cool of the cushions. The room fills with frantic shuffles of footsteps, and my senses waver bringing me to partial consciousness. “Get up”, Max shouts near my ears shattering my eardrums, almost making me deaf. “Get lost”, I shout twisting on my back, as stray strands of hair tickle my face. “Adria, get up; the king.”, my eyes shot open at the mention of the king. I straighten up on the bed, a cry leaving my lips as I clutch at my hips. The bed is clear of all evidence of the activity overnight, even the men. Max makes sure to, get the men
The entire courtroom echoes with silence, as every King is stuck in their seat, digesting the words they heard. Like me. “Princess Adria Canmore, we request you to take your honorable seat on the throne.”, I hear Sir. Andrew addressing me as he looks at me through the sheer, cloth. Max scoots near me, “Shall we Princess”. I rise from my seat still stunned, as I descend with audible clicks on the marble floor. As I walk in front of the courtroom towards the throne, I see fire; rage evident in the eyes of half the people sitting there, not attempting to hide even the tinge of disbelief that crosses their eyes. “This is absurd, a woman can never rule the kingdom.”, King Benjamin Vernes, stands from his seat. Th
I run a finger along the edge of the throne admiring the beauty under me. It’s ethereal. The gems reflect the lights as my fingers expose them in a tiny pattern to the light above me. The throne speaks power in itself, and as my finger brushes the surface I feel the surge of light in me; a surge to make people understand how rightfully I deserve the power. “Queen Adria”, I hear Max call me, an unexpected emphasis on the word Queen. I look at him, his lopsided smirk in its place as he climbs the stairs to the throne. I look at him mirroring his expression, gliding my hands on the texture of power the laid underneath me. “So Queen Aria, huh”, Max says, as he stands beside the throne. “Yes, the Queen”, I say grinning giddily at the new title.
I barge into Max’s chamber.I see him sitting near the bedside, his eyes moist. I rush to his side, “Max what happened?”, I ask checking him for any injuries - not that he would cry for them, but what if they are serious. He shrugs my hand as he gets up walking to the other side of the room.“Tell me Max what happened? Did anyone hurt you? Tell me I will kill that person.”, I say fuming with anger. He laughs as tears roll down his cheeks.“Yes, You”, he says looking at me.Me.I point at myself, looking for answers in his eyes.“What
Sherlin gets me ready all pretty for the introduction ceremony. The white gown flows through my body clutching me at the right places, accentuating the parts underneath. I look at myself embezzled in the right amount of jewelry.The gold intricate designs woven on the gown, bring out the hazel brown in my eyes, and the plunging neck gives enough amount of luxury to my breast, yet, something is missing. I stare rather suggestive at the piece of fabric on me, as Max trudges into the room smirking.“The Queen’s ready.”, our eyes meet in the mirror, his almost green as the spring.“Something’s missing”. I say as his eyes travel on the fabric. His gaze still burns my skin, more so today as I walked over the lane of my memory the entire night.
My heels click on the marble floor, as I walk frantically across the throne in the courtroom. I hear the door click, the councilmen trudging in as if it was a leisure talk. They take their seats, faces uninterested in the instructions they received before coming here. I sit on the throne drawing my sword to the side and placing the tip on the ground. The council straightens up as they see the sword in my hand. I smirk at the audacity of these men. “I hope you all know the reason why you are here. I would like to hear all your inputs on the situation.”, I say pointing my chin at them to start. “It’s a war, they have fifty-thousand soldiers, we have seventy-five it’s an easy win.”, the war leader chirps in shrugging his shoulders at the input. I frown at the statement,
If wars were won only by power, people wouldn’t need strategies. They are won by wit. The wit, that told me the only way to win this will be - deceit. King Benjamin is not a kid, especially when it comes to war. It’s no secret that we would win this, with seventy thousand army men marching right on his ground. There was more to this war than it showed, something King Benjamin planned to get his way through in this war. I need to find just that something.I place my crown on the pillow, marching towards the meeting suit of the palace. The plan was simple, yet convincing the person will put forward demands. I crane my neck, as the guards open the door to the suite.“General Marcus. Nice to meet you”, I enter greeting the man sitting on the chair in his entire glory. General Marcus, war general to King Benjamin&r
The sun rises, on the day of the full moon. My heartbeat is erratic, nerves clutch onto me in nervous shrieks, as deep breath pounds against my lungs. Max places a hand on my shoulder asking me to calm down. “Max, I have never fought a war.”, I say. He is the only person who can witness my weakness. I know I can beat King Benjamin, but what I am more concerned about is General Marcus. I don’t know what his wits might have prompted him, rather what the betrayer in my kingdom have to feed him. He can turn my way easily, and I need to be careful. “You are strong, you know that. You can take hundreds of King Benjamin’s down.”, I chuckle at his assurance. I take his hands, pulling him to sit down with me, “Your the only person I trust.”, I say placing my head on his shoulde