Thank you for your patience. Because I am finishing up my degree this year, I'm not too sure how long the next few installments of this series will take. I do intend to finish it, though, so I really appreciate those of you hanging on with me! (If you haven't already, please feel free to follow me so you see when I do publish).
I also love to hear feedback! Even if you have negative comments or suggestions for improvements, your thoughts as my readers I find immensely valuable. I very much consider myself an amateur storyteller, and hearing my readers' thoughts are helpful for me to advance my craft.
As a forewarning, this story is in the nonconsent category for a reason. Don't read if you find content of this nature triggering.
Thanks,
Val.
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The interior is decorated as lavishly as other parts of the palace, if not more so. Gauzy fabrics line everywhere in rich shades of red and gold. The air is heavily perfumed, but another smell, one that reeks of bodily fluids, is equally as strong. This seems to be a large room, with doorways leading to who-knows-where else. I realize it must be a room for the king's harem, blushing as I hear unrestrained moaning from some of the doorways.
As soon as the door closes behind us, the king's hands are on me. He slides his hands up my torso, cupping my breasts and rolling my nipple between his fingers. I bite my lip, not wanting to give him any response. "Your skin is so lovely and pale," he says. He says something else in Gra'marian I can't understand, and as he pushes me onto a huge bed Serxe follows, settling next to me.
I feel like this is familiar territory, my legs dangling off the hip-height bed and my straightened arms holding my upper body up. "Your majesty..."
Serxe stuffs some cloth into my mouth. With a shock, I realize that she'd grabbed my panties from the pile of my clothes and used it to gag me.
Now, I'm in the same position as the first time I met the king, staring wide-eyed into the gaze of a man that I absolutely hate, who is now smirking at me from between my legs. I hate myself even more when his electric touch grazes over my entrance and it glides smoothly through, stroking over my clitoris. My elbows collapse and I can't help the sound that pushes past the underwear in my mouth. My mind races with the thought that everything is wrong.
"My, my. Excited, are we?" He mocks as he pushes my body further onto the bed. I close my eyes, wishing I could be anywhere from here. "Serxe," he commands, saying something in Gra'marian.
Just survive, just survive,
I try to tell myself. With my eyes closed I try to calm myself, to be flexible and to adapt. The mattress shifts next to me, and I open my eyes to the feeling of hair whispering across my sensitive inner thighs. I'm shocked when I see Serxe's face so close between my legs and shake my head, whimpering and trying to wiggle my hips away. I've never imagined I would have a woman so intimately close to my body, much less while I'm being played with by a desert king. King Azrath laughs, though, and places a firm hand on my pelvis, the other on my throat.
"You've never pleased a man before," he states rather than asks, though I shake my head in response. At that moment, I feel Serxe's mouth close over my mound and I cry out. She flattens her tongue against my clit, stimulating it with gentle pressure and pressing her lips over me. Her tongue and the warmth of her mouth feel mind-numbingly good as soft flesh slips between my own wetness.
"So receptive," says the king softly. He removes the hand that's holding me down, electing to stroke my hair as he still pins me to the bed by my neck. As Serxe continues her oral attentions on me, Azrath swings a leg over my torso so his knees are nestled under my armpits and his cock, halfway hard again, is dangling over my face. He pulls the bunched up cloth from my mouth. "You look adorable like this, Selene."
Then, he's sliding it into my mouth. I didn't expect it to be so hot. The head is soft and spongey, pushing easily into the gap between my lips. It's almost immediate how it becomes erect again, and I feel it get thicker. There is bitterness as the head slides past my tongue, probably from his ejaculate. The skin is smooth on my tongue, but underneath I feel how hard the tissue really is, the thickness stretching my jaw open. The slight muskiness from his crotch fills my nose as his cock fills my mouth, and with Serxe pushing her tongue into my passage, I don't know how much more I can take. The sensations have me feeling empty and full all at once and I groan in desperation.
He begins to move his hips back and forth, dragging his hardness almost all the way out before slipping it back in. I open my eyes to see that he doesn't use all of his length, instead just slipping half of it back and forth against my lips.
My hands rest against the tops of his muscular thighs, and I uselessly push against them, vainly hoping he will remove himself from my mouth. But he merely lifts himself up, still in my mouth, and grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. The mouth between my thighs begins to lap straight into my clitoris, and it wrenches moans from my throat, an overflow of sensation to bear. My upper body completely pinned to the bed, all I can do is move my hips back and forth, but then Serxe wraps her arms around my upper thighs, pulling me close and effectively adhering her mouth to my pussy.
Azrath begins to stroke deeper into my mouth. The head of his cock gets closer to the back of my throat each time he pushes in and I begin to panic. I don't want to be subject to what I saw Azrath doing with Serxe's mouth.
I have no such luck, it seems, because he soon begins to ram his full length into my mouth. Each push bruises the back of my throat. "Mmf!" I begin to experience what I saw earlier, the phallus in my mouth cutting off my airway. The sound of it repeatedly pushing into my throat is embarrassingly loud, and though it triggers my gag reflex nearly every time, the king seems not to care, instead continuing to rut into my mouth with loud grunts. My vision is filled with tears.
At first, Azrath's cruel presence in my mouth interfered with the pleasure of Serxe's mouth on my mound, but at a point the two feelings had merged together. More than just the pure feeling of his hardness sliding past my lips, the weight of his body which presses me to the bed, his tight grip on my wrists, Serxe grabbing my bottom - it's proving to be too much. If anything, despite the pain of his cock stretching my throat, the feeling of being held down and dominated in the most crude way sets my blood on fire.
I'd hardly noticed all the sounds I was freely making now, the muscles in my abdomen and all along my legs clenching of their own accord. The feeling of Serxe's mouth below begins to bloom, filling my whole body with a heat that I can't contain.
Then, I realize that the mouth from my pussy had disappeared. Azrath gets off of me too now, leaving me whimpering. I could never admit it, but my body yearns for more. My pussy throbs as if it's begging for someone to come and enjoy its heat.
"Onto your back," says Azrath as he pushes me over onto my front. I feel too exhausted, almost drugged, to do anything other than let these two do as they please. They move around quickly, attaching cuffs onto my wrists and ankles then securing each limb to something on the sides of the bed. Another cuff goes onto my neck, attached to something above and behind me so I'm forced to hold my head up with my neck bent backwards.
A large pillow is placed under my hips so my bottom is raised up. Apparently it's not enough for the king, though, because he gives me a hard smack. "Ass. Up. High as you can."
"Please," I moan, too scared to say anything else. I raise my bottom, my face feeling hot as I imagine what I look like. Butt raised in the air, legs slightly spread, my most private places lewdly on display for anyone to look at, not to mention touch - given the way that my limbs have been tied down.
Serxe comes close, tying a silky fabric over my eyes. She says something in Gra'marian to Azrath, who responds in a tone where I can nearly imagine the arrogant smile on his face.
There's a rustle somewhere behind me, and the king says, "You're going to count for me. Each one."
