“I should’ve landed a few on this fine ass of yours, made you red.” John sighed, and his fingers trailed down her back, tickling her, until he took a handful of her rear. “Now, where to start?”
Pulling around her head, he showed her something furry like a fox tail, then he rotated the object until she saw the small cone-shaped object at the other end.
“The Kostans like to put these butt plugs in their slaves’ asses before they fuck them there. It stretches them, prepares them for cock.”
Her look of horror only made him chuckle. Though she rocked as if to rise, he easily caught her and held her down. He moved behind her and straddled her, folding her legs up so her knees were underneath her body. It made her ass stick out, as if she presented it to him to be… she bit her lip as she thought the word… Fucked.
She felt him slick the plug into the valley where her sex lay, moving from near her nether hole to her cunt, as he termed it—a disgusting word also, but she knew no better one.
He poised it as if thinking about which hole to enter, then wormed his other hand under her between her bent-up thighs. Again he found her nub.
The touch proved electrifying, she was still too sensitive, and she yelped. He kept at her anyway, more tentative at first, making her gasp, stirring the button to swell again, trickling in new pleasure.
Feeling that happen, Po held her breath—the blossoming near imperceptible. It wasn’t long before a craving arrived to writhe and make him shove his fingers deeper onto her, into her. She parted her thighs, but the belt stopped her at a half-inch of travel.
Bad, she was bad, allowing this.
And she never did this, twice, bringing herself to ecstasy again—had never wanted to, or thought it possible.
The wave of sensations pulsed and rose, thrilling her, making her nipples scrunch in. They brushed against the rough blanket as she moved. What would his mouth be like on her, there?
His finger pressed, circled, making her respond. Small noises broke from her mouth. Her breathing betrayed her, coming harder, faster, while he circled her clitoris, slowed, then circled it again, again, where it seemed the world had centered. So slow, so steady and teasing.
She ducked her head, whined, wriggled.
The plug cruised closer to that taboo hole. She roused herself and summoned a muffled protest. “Do not dare! I am royal and so you cannot violate me there!”
“Royal? I do not think that word means what you think it means. A lot of royals have had their asses fucked.”
Oh dear.
“But first, in here.” And at that, he wormed the thing at her cunt, while his fingers played her clit, and the entirety of her concentration focused on what he slowly screwed into her. With a small final shove, it was in, and he pumped it a few times, pulled it out, as yet another wave grabbed her and threw her nearer to orgasm.
Her clit throbbed, sent out mini orgasms that rocked her, but it was not enough, not yet.
Soon. She tensed, moaning, hands straining at the wrist ropes, as if she might break them.
Then… at last, he began to instead screw the plug into that taboo, inviolable place that royals liked being fucked in—her asshole.
She wasn’t sure whether to cry out or pull away until…
A climax rammed her into a second oblivion. In midst of it, he stuck the plug fully in.
She found herself on her side, again out of breath, again shuddering, only this time she had something foreign inside her.
“Pretty. Fuck.” John groaned then brought himself to his knees beside her head and he lowered himself with one hand beside her. Pulling her higher, putting her head across his lap, he prodded at her mouth with his cock. The hardness surprised her.
“Open your royal mouth and take this. Unless you’d rather it in your ass.”
Damn. So many curses rolled in, unsaid. Transfixed by his eyes, for the fire was revealed, the spectacles off, and undone by having two climaxes forced on her, she opened her mouth.
A thrill coursed downward to her cunt and livened her again. A shock to react so when he was—and she had to admit this word was powerful—fucking her mouth.
“Good girl. Good princess. Your tongue. These. God. Thank god for these.” He moved a hand to grab her breasts, fondle them. He leaned over her head, letting her slip to the rug while he plowed her harder.
She choked several times.
Spluttered. Drooled. Licked along the length of his cock.
So much indecorous activity. Her morality teacher would be appalled.
But the sight of him grimly doing this, seeing his pleasure rise with her mouth filling and refilling with his cock, being made yet again to do what a princess should not… it made her crave him, made her want this shameful act.
And all the while she could feel that plug in her rear hole.
She almost came when he did, from squeezing her thighs together over her aroused little clit.
“Fuck. I think my favorite so far is—” John gulped, smiling triumphantly, eyes flaring orange and red. “Is you under me with my come dripping from your mouth.”
He left his cock in her, twitching and pumping out more small squirts. Then he inhaled through his nose, studied her, and pulled out. He held her lips closed. He brought his face lower, until inches from
