Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
The huge dildo still protruded from her cunt. Gently, Dante eased it out and stepped back, his gaze fixed between her legs. “I bet you’re getting sore.”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I still want to please you, Sir Dante.”
I smiled at that. Sure, I might never get to her participate in a “nerdy” game of D&D, but this was a much better alternative. I could settle for LARPing her sexual captivity whenever she might ask for it.
“I don’t doubt that you’re going to please me,” he promised, studying her face while he pushed the big head of his cock into her. “Fuck, you’re so full of cum, I don’t even need lube.”
Dante reached for the wand vibrator that had been left on the table. He pressed it against her clit and his shaft and turned it on the low, throbbing setting. Her eyes flew open wide, and her body jerked.
“Here’s what we’re going to do.” He braced himself over her on one hand. “We’re going to do this together. You’re going to tell me when you’re getting close, and I’m gonna stop.”
“Close!” she shouted. “Close!”
He turned off the wand and held still. “Breathe through it. Like I said, we’re going to do this together. Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Shit, that is hot,” one of the other men said, almost reverently.
“You can go again,” Charlotte said, licking her lips. “Not with the vibrator. Leave that until the end.”
“Okay.” He slowly withdrew his cock, then rocked it against her opening before entering her again. This time, he went in all the way, and her mouth froze open in surprise.
He wasn’t even the largest man in the room. She hadn’t had Leif yet; he sat apart from the rest of the men, enjoying his meal and the entertainment with an expression of wry humor.
It was a testament to Dante’s charisma that none of the other knights touched her or used her mouth while he took her. But all eyes were on him and Charlotte as they fucked. Part of the fantasy for some of the participants was undoubtedly having access to a defenseless woman as an object.
For Dante, I think it was the performance. His attention was focused entirely on her. He whispered things to her that no one else caught, that even I tried not to overhear because it seemed too private. Just between the two of them. And he held her gaze while she trembled beneath him, whimpering as his slow, deep strokes brought her closer and closer to the edge.
I recognized the signs of his impending orgasm before he said, “Are you ready to come for me, baby girl?”
All she could do was moan.
“We’re going to do this together, remember?” He was losing his rhythm, but not his concentration on her. “Can you do that for me? Can this pussy squeeze every last drop out of me while you’re coming?”
“Hurry!” she urged, arching her back.
He flicked the switch on the vibrator pressed between them. One of her legs kicked out, and she moaned loud and long while he grunted, muscles strained, and froze with his cock buried in her to the hilt.
I came too. I didn’t even touch my cock. There was no way to prevent the surging pleasure. I couldn’t get my hand to my shaft in time and erupted all over my lap, my cock bobbing in helpless frustration.
I supposed I deserved that, after the torment I’d put her through all day.
I reached for some wipes and cleaned up as best as I could while the next knights took their places. It all became a blur, but not from the wine. The tender exchange between Dante and Charlotte illuminated the contrast between the debauchery from before, and that debauchery returned with a vengeance.
I lost count of how many of the men fucked her pussy or her ass. I watched her writhe helplessly as she rode Leif’s huge cock while taking another dick up her ass. Rafe came back for seconds, of a sort, jerking off onto her tits while another knight pounded her cunt. It went on and on, and though I checked in on her and waited for her signal, she never gave it.
The men who’d completely finished ate and drank and chatted. Some of them excused themselves after profusely thanking me, while Charlotte still moaned and cried and came.
It had been hours. Hours of getting fucked in every available orifice, hours of relentless orgasms inflicted on her vulnerable body, of taking twenty cocks, satisfying twenty men, before she finally cried out, “Mercy, my dragon!”
The man who’d finished with her stepped back. The rest of the knights followed suit. I stood and moved to unlatch the shackle around her wrist. She blinked up at me with tear-glazed eyes in her sticky face and asked, “Did I please you, my dragon?”