Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” he praises me, putting one hand on my shoulder to steady me and provide himself traction as his cock slides into my lubricated ass with a firm pressure that makes the tight ring of muscle submit. I moan softly, wanting his flesh in me as a reassurance that he is still here.
The feeling of being anally taken is so particular. It’s not like my pussy that yearns to be bred, but it’s also not entirely without feeling. My pussy senses that a cock is near and in my body, and responds by getting sensitive all over again. Hot shame is an aphrodisiac I am enjoying in this moment as I am anally defiled and taken in front of the crowd.
Thor fucks me like a man who has something to prove. He tries to be gentle, I think, but having witnessed Drako take me over and over, he now proceeds to show everyone just why I also belong to him.
He starts off slowly, but once he picks up pace, I am being fucked hard, every stroke making my ass pulse and sting as his hips make hard contact, and his balls swing against my swollen but empty pussy.
“Look at her, the daughter of the man who made an enemy city, now giving up her tight little asshole to a firefighter, a low-born man like us who puts his body on the line to save others. She’s learning her true place with us. She knows who she is, and what she’s used for. Look at that cute little panting face she makes when he pulls out and pushes back in.”
Drako narrates my anal discipline for the benefit of the crowd, but also for me. I have entered a state of arousal in which I cannot help myself. I have been fucked so many ways, humiliated and shamed so entirely, displayed, used, and bred, and all of it is feeding me.
I know I am loved. Drako is obsessed with me, and Thor would do anything to keep me. These two men are enemies who have made peace because they know deep down that peace is the only way they can have me.
“We’re going to let her home world know she’s our captive,” Drako says. “And that their precious founding princess is going to be fucked until she has my baby. From now on, if they attack us, they attack their own flesh and blood!”
A cheer goes up right at the very moment that Drako picks up a silicone device and slides it under my bent body. It suctions onto my clit and immediately starts to pulse against that sensitive bud.
“I’m going to come!” I gasp.
“No,” Drako growls. “You’re not. Thor is going to come in your ass, and then the two of us will decide if you deserve to come. So you hold that orgasm, young lady.”
The crowd enjoys my torment as I do everything I can not to climax even though Thor is pounding my ass and that devious toy is suckling at my clit.
Mercifully, Thor is on the brink of coming, and a few grinds of my ass soon have him spilling over the edge, filling my ass up with his cum until he pulls free and a few drops spray over my cheeks.
Drako ups the intensity of the toy between my legs and plunges three fingers inside me. Two slide into my pussy, one goes into my ass. All of them move rapidly as he fingers me to my final screaming climax of the evening, each and every one of my sensitive zones stimulated to the point of near pain until I collapse on the floor, coming with so much screaming force that I feel as though I might pass out.
“She’s done,” Drako murmurs to Thor. “Let’s get her out of here.”
The crowd is cheering in that animal way when Thor picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, and he follows Drako out of that arena. I feel barely within myself. I am floating somewhere above it all, seeing myself used, broken, submitted. My body is flushed with endorphins, pleasure and pain still co-mingling inside me. I will never be able to explain to anybody why this feels so fucking good, even though I would never have wanted it. I feel as though I have faced a deadly predator and survived, as if I have done battle and triumphed. Each of my orgasms was a reward, and the chemicals from them make me soft and dopey as Thor and I are led into what I can only describe as high-tier slave quarters.
There’s a bed, and there’s a table and chairs, and bathroom presumably, probably. I hope so. I need to be bathed. There is so much semen sticking to my thighs.
Thor sits down in an armchair and cuddles me in his lap while Drako stands before us. He looks good in that uniform. It highlights the sharpness of his character, and the danger he perpetually represents. I feel as though I have lived a lifetime in the past hour. He looks fresh as a daisy, ready to go fuck up another planet at a moment’s notice.