hands began to move over her body. Dagon's touch was sensuous and sure. Adon's was shy and hesitant. She could understand that he was not certain of himself. She took one of his hands and placed it upon her small, round breast, smiling into his startled face even as she did so. 'Do not be afraid, pretty Adon,' she purred.
He grew bolder with her encouragement, slapping her breast lightly, pinching the nipple gently. Then, seemingly unable to help himself, he bent, and began to kiss the plump little breast.
'Lick her,' he heard Dagon say to him.
'Ohhh, yes!' Kalida agreed as the two men began to stroke her with long, warm, wet sweeps of their tongues. They licked her lithe body from her neck all the way down to her toes. Then Dagon turned her over, and they began to tongue upward over her legs, her thighs, her buttocks, the length of her back, pushing aside her long hair to finish with the nape of her neck. She was again rolled over. Dagon, pillows propped behind his back, took Kalida between his open legs, his big hands wrapping themselves about her breasts. Kalida's legs fell open, revealing her bounteous treasures to the wide-eyed Adon.
'Go on,' Dagon encouraged him. 'You know what to do now, don't you? Her pretty cunt is as sweet as honey. Taste it!'
'Oooooo!' Kalida squirmed in Dagon's embrace as Aden 's pointed tongue began to explore her most intimate places, hesitantly at first, then with bolder stabs, and caresses that set her aflame. It was absolutely delicious, she thought. While she wanted Dagon for her mate, she would certainly keep her facile-tongued little gardener about. His tongue plunged into her sheath, and she squealed again with delight. Having Dagon pinching her nipples and fondling her breasts while little Adon tongued her pleasure point was wonderful. Her hips wiggled furiously. Finally, when she could take no more of his incredibly sweet torture, she managed to gasp, 'On your back, Adon! I want to mount you!'
Adon obeyed her, whimpering with his own delight as she swung over him, and encased his thick penis within her body. She rode him hard, but even as Dagon had predicted to Vernus, she could not gain the pleasure pinnacle. Finally, Adon could no longer sustain himself, and his juices burst forth as she dismounted him, the creamy substance spilling upon his taut belly. Ignoring him, Kalida was already upon Dagon, and, moments later, she cried out as body and mind touched the heavens.
'He is useless as all the others before you were,' she murmured to Dagon as she lay sated within his arms. 'Let us send him away.'
'Not yet, my beautiful queen,' Dagon advised. 'Will you allow me to guide us through the rest of the evening's entertainment?'
'Agreed,' Kalida said. 'But first we must bathe.' She arose from the bed. 'Come,' she beckoned to her two lovers, and they followed her to her private bath.
Immediately the two men quickly rinsed themselves free of sweat and love juices. Then they took up soap-filled sponges and began to wash Kalida. Next they rinsed her, and toweled her dry. Returning to Kalida's bedchamber, Dagon took up the little leather whip, and handed it to the queen.
'Adon's lack of control must be punished, my queen,' he told her softly. 'He allowed his love juices to flow without permission.'
A slow smile lit Kalida's beautiful features. 'You are right, of course, Dagon. Adon needs correction for his lack of self-control.' She turned her green eyes onto the younger man. 'Palms on the bed, Adon, and buttocks up!' she commanded. When he had obeyed, a fearful look in his brown eyes, Kalida brushed the whip lightly across Aden 's back, its knotted leather fingers tickling his skin. 'A slave never releases his love juices before his mistress gives him leave to do so. Are you not ashamed of yourself, Adon?'
'Yes, my queen.' Adon's voice was low, a trifle frightened.
'And do you not deserve to be chastised for your naughtiness, Adon?' Kalida murmured, her tone sad.
'Yes, my queen,' her victim replied nervously.
'So be it, Adon,' Kalida said. 'Be warned, however, for each time you cry out, I shall add another stroke.' Then she brought her whip down hard across his buttocks. He winced visibly, but was silent. Kalida smiled, and began a rhythmic flogging of her young lover's bottom. Soon it was pink with her efforts, and Adon's penis was thrusting forth between his thighs. 'Is it enough of a lesson?' she asked Dagon.
'I believe so, my queen,' he answered. 'Upon your hands and knees now, my beauty. It is time for Adon to put that fine weapon of his to good use. Come, Adon, and put yourself within the queen's mouth; but this time you will not release your juices until I give you the signal to do so. Is that understood?'
Adon nodded, his calloused hand reaching out to tilt Kalida's head up as with his other hand he pushed his thickened penis into her open mouth. He trembled as her tongue and lips began to work him.
Dagon hid a smile. Poor little Adon with his burning bottom was going to have a difficult time of it. Kalida had the most skillful tongue Dagon had ever known. Kneeling behind his beauteous lover, he whispered in her ear, 'Which route shall I take, my queen? That of Suneva herself, or that of Sodom?' His hand caressed her twin moons, and, drawing them open, he pressed the tip of his penis to the rosy aperture. But seeing Kalida shake her head, he slid his great hard penis down, pushing forward to slide effortlessly into the throbbing wetness of her hot, humid sheath.
Kalida arched her back for him as his hand tightened about her hips. Her head was swimming with the sensuousness of it all: the thick cock in her greedy mouth, which she was now most vigorously sucking upon, Dagon's most magnificent length plunging in and out of her with an almost primitive cadence. Why was it, she wondered muzzily, that of all the men she had known, he was the only one to truly please her? Was it because Suneva had meant him for her mate? Was it like this with all women and their chosen mates?
Her crisis was approaching, and, sensing it, Dagon called out, 'Now, Adon!' even as his own juices thundered from his strong body and into her exquisite one. He heard the young man almost howling with his own pleasure as Kalida skillfully milked his tender balls, fiercely drawing forth his juices and greedily swallowing them. Then they collapsed together into a heap upon the cool marble floor.
After a short time, Kalida and Dagon came to themselves, and helped Adon onto the bed with them so he might recover fully. The queen drew the curly-haired blond slave into the comfort of her arms and crooned softly to him, caressing him lightly. For a time he lay motionless, but then he began to respond, lowering his head and fastening on to one of her nipples to suckle upon it. She caressed him gently, smiling as Dagon took her other nipple into his mouth.
'Ummmmm. That is so nice, my darlings,' she praised them. Her nipples were tingling with pleasure, and her small breasts were swollen with this fresh arousal. Finally, she pushed her younger lover away, saying, 'Fetch a basin of perfumed water, Adon. You will bathe my sex first, then Dagon's, and then your own.' Then she lay back with a sigh as Dagon began to kiss her with deep, passionate kisses, his tongue playing with hers; licking her face, running teasingly along her soft lips. 'I adore you,' she managed to say when he freed her lips briefly. 'I have not changed my mind.'
'I am yours, my queen, now and forever,' he told her. Then he began to kiss her again, their lips pressing, releasing, pressing again. He nibbled her mouth, kissing its corners.
Kalida murmured her contentment. Adon was now bathing her sex, which was tender and very sensitive. His touch, though delicate, was extremely sensuous. When he had finished, he daringly bent down and kissed her lover's mount. When he had bathed Dagon's sex, and finally his own, he removed the basin before rejoining them upon the bed.
Dagon now reached into the golden basket by the bed and drew out a vial of pale-lavender lotion. 'Shall we massage your skin with this lotion, my queen?' he asked her.
Kalida looked at the purple stone vial in his big hand. 'No,' she said. 'Rather, Adon and I shall massage you.'
He lay obediently upon his stomach while the two pairs of hands rubbed the spicy lotion over his back, his shoulders, his buttocks, his long legs. At one point the queen's little hand pushed between his legs to massage his balls.
'How cold they have grown,' she noted. 'Now, Dagon, my handsome one, roll onto your back.'
He obeyed the command, and they continued to rub the pale-lavender lotion into his skin. Dagon suddenly realized that his body had become extremely sensitive, and when she drew back his foreskin to rub the head of his penis, the sentient organ felt as if it were going to explode. 'What is it?' he asked her through gritted teeth.
'Just a little something to enhance your performance, my love,' she told him. 'Adon, seat yourself behind Dagon and hold his feet when he raises them up as he will now do. That's it. Ohhh, what a lovely view,' she teased
