“Yes.” He dips down, moving my hair out of the way to kiss my neck. “I have been thinking about this for a very long time.”
“Then I am not about to stop you.”
“Good girl.”
Taking my hands, he leads me to the end of the bed. “I want you to sit right here. And you,” he points at Ferrok. “Sit in the chair.”
“Not sure I like this,” he says, but he goes anyway.
“You will.” Mooralan takes off his shirt, setting it aside, and then, he goes to his knees.
“We’re in the presence of royalty,” he says to me in a fake whisper. “It’s only right that I kneel.”
“What else should you do for royalty?” I ask.
His smile is wicked and he goes to his hands… and he crawls.
Ferrok watches him from the chair, all eyes wide. “Maybe I do like being a prince.”
When he gets to Ferrok, Mooralan glances back at me. “Should we make him feel like a king?”
I bite my lip and nod.
He smiles, turning back to Ferrok. “Promise you’ll make her feel like a queen.”
“Every chance I get.” Looking at me for the briefest moment, all of his eyes go wide.
Mooralan has his pants open in a blink, and I lick my lips as he strokes Ferrok’s cock, popping his clitball out and immediately placing it on his tongue.
He rolls it around, sucking as Ferrok shifts in his seat, helping to undress himself.
I barely have time to appreciate Ferrok’s body.
Mooralan turns to me with a smile and holds his hand out. I go to him, dropping to my knees in front of Ferrok too, and he kisses me.
It only takes a moment to figure out what he has planned… our tongues swap Ferrok’s clitball back and fourth, sucking and teasing and I spread my legs wider as one of Mooralan’s hands slips under my skirt and between my thighs, his fingers sliding along me.
When I take the clitball from him and don’t give it back, Mooralan tells me to go back to the bed.
Standing, I lift away my dress as I go, and Ferrok’s cock oozes, his hands gripping the arms of the chair.
Mooralan stands too, walking around behind him two hands take hold of Ferrok’s shoulders, another two clasp onto his wrists.
Going to my knees on the bed, I lean backward, teasing them both.
I wonder…
Popping his clitball out of my mouth, I watch them both as I reach down, rolling it againstmyclit and then sliding it along my pussy.
Ferrok’s eyes flutter closed and when they open again, I press it into me.
The sound he makes feels like a curse and his beach clacks closed as Mooralan laughs softly, another hand reaching up to make sure—even though it’s not necessary—that he’s looking at me.
I squeeze on the sphere inside of me, pushing it out and fingering myself to push it deeper again.
Grunting, cum shoots out of Ferrok’s cock, hitting his legs, the carpet… almost reaching the bed. He shudders and I bite my tongue at the sheer projectile force of it.
Explosive.
