Authors: Roxie Noir
He was a gentleman, though; he went slowly, first pushing the head in gently, pushing in and out, little by little, the sensitive nerves in Klea’s ass tingling and lighting up with pleasure as he went deeper and deeper, until he stopped. Still wanting more, she pushed back against him, only to feel her ass cheeks against his hips, his entire shaft buried in his ass. She moaned.
“She wants more,” he said to the audience, and pulled his cock out, then plunged it back in.
“Oh god,” said Klea, upside down again, both hands on the floor, legs wide.
“You like it in the ass,” he said.
“I love it in the ass,” she said. “Harder.”
He grasped her by the hips and plunged in and out again and again, his cock feeling as though it filled every space inside her. She reached one hand up to her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, feeling the intensity and the pressure build. She looked over at the audience where all the men were masturbating furiously, fists closed hard around their shafts, pounding up and down, all eyes on her, and with that, she began to orgasm again.
“Fuck me!” she shouted. “Fuck me and don’t stop.” She could feel her sphincter spasm as she orgasmed, together in time with her pussy and she pushed herself back onto his cock frantically as she did, trying to get every millimeter of him inside her as she came, feeling him harden even more and then gush into her, his hands like iron on her hips, locking her onto him. They stayed that way until they each finished, and then he pulled out and left the stage unceremoniously, cum dribbling out of her ass and down her leg.
When the man in the blue mask left her there, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. No one else came forward to grab her. Was she done now, just like that? Then she saw something move, and realized: the man in the black mask was still sitting in the chair, center stage. He’d been perfectly still this entire time, and only now had begun to stroke his long, hard member, watching her, only his eyes and hand giving any sign that he was alive.
The audience, sticky and surely tired by now, still somehow had the energy to shout at her.
“One last fuck!” someone shouted from the back, and though at least half of them looked spent, there were still a number of dicks out, a number of hands stroking them off.
“One last fuck!” someone else echoed him, a stocky, bald man seated near the center, his tunic still hiked over his now-flaccid cock
The rest of the crowd took up the chant. “One last fuck!” they shouted disparately, then together. “One last fuck!”
Klea looked over at the man in the chair. He still hadn’t moved besides his hand, stroking up and down, up and down. His fingers barely met around the thing, and he just stared at her without saying anything, almost as if daring her to come over there and just try it.
Klea walked over. The crowd cheered. “Show us your pussy again!” someone shouted, so she stood in front of the man, put her hands on his knees, and bent over, spreading her lips open with one hand, making sure the audience got a full view. The last man’s cum still dripped down from her asshole, over her pussy and onto the stone floor where it glistened in the torchlight. She rotated her hips around, showing off to everyone in the crowd, listening to the grunts and moans, soaking in the pleasure of being watched. She pulled her head up and looked the man in the eye, the only part of his face she could really see.
He stopped stroking his cock and placed both his hands on his thighs as if waiting.
Klea turned around, facing the audience again, and straddled the black-masked man, her pussy poised above his cock. He didn’t move, but as the men in the crowd watched, she caressed herself, cupping her breasts in both hands, caressing her stomach, bending over toward them and putting one hand in her pussy, still wet from before and still pulsing in anticipation. She straightened up and sucked those fingers, tasting her own salty juices and the potent taste of the last man she’d fucked. Slowly, she sank over the cock below her until the head just parted her lips, and then she pulled back, watching the crowd. Two hundred pairs of eyes drank in her every move, most with their cocks in their hands. Even the ones who’d already finished and gone soft were playing with themselves, watching her.
She sank over the cock again, teasing the head one more time with her pussy, and then in one smooth move, she sat down onto his lap, engulfing the whole cock in one stroke. The animal noises in the audience got louder and she could feel the desire coming off of them almost in waves. The final man’s cock was exquisite. Her pussy felt like it was glowing, and she slid herself up and down on it slowly, savoring every moment, every inch of it as it came in and out, filling her and pressing the pleasure buttons deep inside.
The man’s hands were on her hips, squeezing gently, not hard enough to bruise her but insistent. The men of the audience watched her, every one with eyes full of lust, tugging at their own cocks. Klea reached up to touch her breasts, arching her back to show herself of, pinching and rolling her nipples, pushing them together, all so they could see. The heat in her pussy grew and grew as she rode the cock harder and harder, faster, moaning out loud. Something for the audience to hear.
Finally her orgasm burst over her, the intense glow reaching out, rendering her breathless for a moment, unable to do anything but rock her hips back and forth, cock buried in her cunt, wait for the force of the orgasm to release her. Breathless, when it was over she felt him come, his strong hands holding her down against him, his cock spasming in her cunt.
Finally exhausted, she leaned back against his broad chest. The man in the black bird mask still hadn’t said a word to her, but still had her hips in her hands and his now-softening cock in her cunt. She watched the audience, satisfied, get up and leave, disappearing into the night beyond the torches.
Klea stood, at least, the final man’s cum slinking down her leg as she did. She thought of her tunic: sliced open, ruined, absolutely nothing done about the birds. Ferocious, bronze-taloned man-eaters, yes. She felt chewed up and swallowed, but in a good way. At the edge of the stage she saw the masked men huddled together, talking.
“Listen,” she said. “I was supposed to come get rid of you.”
The man in the red mask cocked his head to one side in a very bird-like movement.
“I realize I don’t have any bargaining power right now,” she said. “But do you think you could move on for a while?”
“We’ve built quite the following,” the red-masked man said. “As you saw.”
Klea crossed her arms in front of her torso, still naked. Someone’s semen was making its way past her knee. “You just got a great show,” she said. “Just for a while, to get the king off my ass about it.”
“I thought you liked things on your ass,” said the man in the blue mask, a smile playing at his lips.
Klea rolled her eyes and didn’t answer. The masked men looked at each other.
“All right,” said the one in red. “Just for a while,” though.
“That’s all I’m asking,” Klea said.
She washed herself off in the lake and got a few hours of sleep back at the house she’d been staying in, where no one asked her any questions. The next morning, she calmly told them that the birds were taken care of, ate breakfast with the family, and set off for the king’s palace, nodding off sometimes in the saddle. When she got there it was only mid-afternoon, but she went straight to her room anyway, still needing sleep.
When she opened the door, the king was sitting there, by a roaring fire, all alone in his full regalia. No guards.
“Take a seat,” he said. Klea, tired and in a borrowed tunic that didn’t really fit her, sat opposite him.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said. “Useful as you are, we can’t keep you here indefinitely. I’ll have to let you go sometime.”
Klea raised her eyebrows and said nothing.
“Twelve,” he said. “You’ll do twelve tasks, and then I’ll release you back to your husband. I think that’s fair.”
Her husband. Klea hadn’t thought about Lykos in weeks, even though he’d been in a coma the last time she’d seen him. Her doing. All her worries, all her fears about her future as a housewife and mother resurfaced. Now, after all this monster-fucking, she knew more than ever that she didn’t want to go back and pretend to enjoy his company and bear his children.
“You’ve done four,” he went on.
Klea frowned and counted. The lion, the hydra, the deer, the boar, the stables, and now the birds.
“I’ve done six,” she said.
“You got help with the hydra and the stables,” the king said. “Those don’t count.”
Klea opened her mouth to argue, and then shut it. The less she’d done already, the longer she’d get to stick around, and the more adventures she could go on. “All right,” she said.
The king nodded and stood. Klea always forgot how tall he was until he did.
“Six more to go,” he said. “I do hope you’ll tell me the stories of your adventures someday. I’m sure they’re quite fascinating.”
“Maybe someday,” she said, and the king walked out.
Klea got in bed but couldn’t get to sleep. She hadn’t thought about Lykos, her husband, at all until just now. She hoped he was okay, sure, but the last month or so had been the best time of her life, going on adventures and having sex with with more people and in more ways than she’d thought possible. Before, when she got married, she’d thought there was no way she could resign herself to a life being the mistress of some household somewhere, popping out children and doing whatever her husband said. Now she knew she couldn’t.
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By day, Roxie is a nice librarian who reads a lot of books and knows the Dewey Decimal system a little too well, but when she gets home at night she kicks off her shoes and sits down to write sexy-but-smart stories about whatever's on her mind at the moment.
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