Then a sharp cry from the princess made them both look over. The large phallus had been greased, but the size was impressive. She shrieked as it was introduced into her body, then threw her head back, making a keening sound as the straps seated the wood cock deep in her ass. The front straps forked and snapped around her upper thighs, leaving her pussy uncovered and available.
Harnesses and hooks were attached, and Rocurt pulled a length of heavy cord, raising the slim woman in the air. Her torso was stretched upward, while her hips and thighs were captured in straps that left her sitting on air with her knees well spread. Rocurt secured the rope, so the princess was suspended with the bright folds of her pussy blooming open and glistening with arousal.
“Oh my,” Giss said breathlessly. “He’s putting his fingers inside her while the commander gags her. And that strap!”
“Like having a big plug in, so when he puts his cock inside her, there won’t be a breath’s worth of space left. You remember what that’s like, don’t you?”
“Yes. So intense.” Clutching his arm, she dug her nails into him. “That feels lovely, but please, not too rough.”
“Lean forward on the back of the chair.”
“Linc!”
He grabbed the chair and dragged it toward them. “Hands,” he said, slapping the top.
As directed, she caught the wood filigree. He took her hips and drove balls deep into her body. Her knees buckled and he had to catch her around the waist. Lifting her, he walked to a table and laid her on it. She reached back, but he pinned her arm to her back and re-entered her. He fucked her with her legs dangling. Her soft mewling cries mixed with whimpers from the princess.
Near the center of the room, the lord sucked the undersides of his wife’s tits while pushing his cock into her pussy.
Seed gushed from Linc’s cock in record time, the orgasm strong enough to almost buckle his own knees.
Dead fucking realms.
He took a handful of the twisting swirls of Giss’s hair and raised her face to look at the spectacle of the princess suspended in bondages while her husband fucked her.
“Please,” Gissandre whispered, jerking her head free and catching his hand. She guided it under the heavy folds of fabric to her pussy.
He cupped her the way he knew she wanted and rubbed the heel of his palm over her clit with fierce pressure.
“Yes, oh please, yes.”
She spasmed around his cock as he withdrew and that felt fantastic too. He kept a tight grip on her, letting their juices coat his hand, until she came. He smiled as she brushed his hand away with her body still shaking. She slid off the table, crossing her legs and lowering the dress.
“So, so wicked.” She swallowed. “We’re lucky they’re distracted.” She turned and kissed him. “I’m going outside.” Then she strode past him, snagging her underclothes and retreating to the terrace. He glanced down at his glistening cock, shiny from coming inside her, then pulled the skin pants over it.
He stroked his beard, inhaling the smell of sex coating his palm. His tongue was tempted to lick that taste of her from his fingers. He glanced at the dangling princess and the lord’s thrusting hips as he fucked his helpless wife. It was a tempting, erotic image.
Linc followed Gissandre onto the balcony, letting the night air cool his skin. He stood behind her, touching his chest to her back as his hands rested on the railing on either side of hers. Her hands moved to sit on top of his.
“Your hands are so strong.” She shivered. “Your whole body is. Sometimes it reminds me of being caught in the ocean tides, drowning and twisting and out of control.”
“I know the feeling well.”
“Out of control? You?”
“Not tonight, though I was drowning in lust as far as that goes.”
She turned and looked at him, her green eyes like sea glass in the moonlight. “When then? In the Wilds? When you were attacked?”
“No. I can wake from a dead sleep and fight. It’s in the marrow of my bones from so much training and so many battles.” He studied her face, so beautiful and perfect. “I’ve made your hair fall from pulling it.”
She shrugged. “That’s nothing. Will you tell me what reminds you of the ocean? Was it when you were small and at risk?”
“No, it was when I looked for you and couldn’t find you.”
“When was that?”
“When I got out of the Wilds. I expected you to be on Orius, waiting for me. I had a plan. Instead, you were gone. Off-world for months. No trail to follow because it had been well hidden. You could’ve been anywhere. And any man or slave trader or cannibal might see you and take you, might hurt you or kill you. Or you might kill yourself.” He paused, surprised to hear himself confess the concerns he’d thought he’d buried. “I believed if I was too late, I might never see you again. Those thoughts were a churning of dread and darkness in my mind. I couldn’t control it, and it never left me. Not until my eyes were on you again. Safe and smiling in that school. For a long time, I just watched you and waited for my head to clear.”
