Giss turned her head, only seeing a huge mountain of a man through the blur of her tears.
“Guests,” Melsint whispered. “It’s their wedding night. He’s about to spank her.”
“Mmm. A good start to a marriage. Now, let’s talk about you. Get that dress off and bring me a collar and a tail, kitten. You don’t prance around in clothes in this room.”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a pout.
“I apologize for interrupting. Rocurt Calex,” he said to Larsinc.
* * *
From the corner of his eye, Linc watched Rocurt Calex bend his wife at the waist and spank her ass several times in quick, hard succession until she squeaked in pain. Then he dipped a plug between her glistening and exposed pussy lips before sliding it to her anus and pressing it into her. He raised her up by tugging on her hair and fastened a collar around her neck.
“Now, kitten, over to the couch and kneel there waiting for me.”
The girl did exactly as ordered, her breasts swinging beneath her as she crawled with her round, pink bottom raised.
Gissandre’s back shook with emotion as she cried softly. She had not rung the bell, so he knew she was far from the end of her tolerance, but it had to be a shock for her. He raised the paddle and swung it, striking her across both pert cheeks. He enjoyed the compression of flesh and the way it sprang back, her color rising. She clenched, fearful of the next swing, but groaned too with arousal. That swollen bulb buried in her ass had to be uncomfortable, especially when she clenched around it, but she seemed to relish the mix of pain and pleasure.
He laid down sharp smacks over and over, satisfied by her trembling reaction to the blows and by the sparkling drops of arousal clinging to her pussy. How hot and tight that would feel around him. The color blossomed quickly from pink to bright red, with her groans and muffled cries getting louder. He paused and palmed her flaming buttocks possessively.
Inside his skin pants, his cock was as hard as a metal pipe and leaking beads of pre-cum. The sounds of a mattress creaking made him look toward another partially ajar door. It had to be the other Calex brother. So in that room, a princess’s lord and master was vigorously fucking her. Was she on her back, thighs spread, knees pulled to her chest to allow full access to her rutting husband? Or was she facedown, face buried in a pillow, perhaps while he sodomized her?
Linc slid a hand down into his pants to grip his cock, pinching the tip sharply. The only place he would come tonight was inside a freshly-fucked virgin pussy. His attention shifted to the couch. Commander Rocurt leaned back, with Melsint the village kitten between his legs, sucking his big cock.
All this was very much the warrior way. Beautiful young women drawn to a man’s power and virility and then forced to succumb to a cock’s base needs. A complete surrender until routine spankings became intensely pleasurable foreplay.
He returned to Gissandre’s swollen ass, coating it with another layer of crimson. His need to fuck her became so strong he couldn’t resist the urge. He was very tempted to fuck her while she was bound and helpless. Would she enjoy that as much as he would? Another time, he’d find out.
He set the paddle back in the cabinet and then unbuckled the straps. He helped her up and turned her toward him, holding her up as her limbs shook, pressing her crying face against his chest. He lifted and carried her to the mattress near the terrace.
The lights grew more dim, courtesy of the commander. And the doors to the terrace were open so a cool fresh breeze blew into the humid room. He took the gag from her mouth.
“Monster,” she croaked, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Maybe,” he said, opening her hand to reveal the bell, which had left crescent-shaped marks in her palm from her squeezing it so tightly. “You didn’t ring the bell. I think that’s because a part of you enjoyed it.” He set the bell on the edge of the bed and stripped off his skin pants, his turgid cock bobbing in anticipation.
A slender couple appeared in the doorway of the bedroom on the far side the playroom. The lord and his princess. Rocurt must have let them know it was time for the show. He didn’t mind an audience watching him take possession of his beautiful crying wife’s pussy for the first time. It had often been the way with Linzen slave girls, being dominated and then fucked by their owners. Was that hardwired into him? His ancestors were both slaves and masters. Maybe that’s why it felt natural to him.
He pushed Gissandre’s knees up toward her chest and spread them open. Then he lowered his head and sucked her nipples, teasing the ornamental rings and catching one between his teeth. He raised his head, pulling her nipple up, the tip of her breast stretched.
“Please,” she rasped, grabbing his head to keep him from torturing her further. He released the ring and then licked her nipple.
“I like seeing those slave rings in you. On the pleasure ship, they wanted me to hook chains to them.” His thumb stroked her clit slowly, until she squirmed and hissed from the pain of moving her wounded ass against the sheets.
He kissed her mouth, invading it, caressing it.
“Are you ready for me to make love to you? Or do you need time to pull yourself together?”
She wiped her tears away with one hand and gripped his shoulder with the other. “I want you.”
Linc positioned his cock and drove slowly into his wife as she cried out. She was incredibly tight around him, making the pleasure intense.
She wept openly, clearly overwhelmed, her body shaking.
“Easy,” he whispered, kissing her until she settled. “More time?”
She shook her head, the tears dripping, even as she gripped his shoulders and pressed her breasts against his chest.
