The women curled up beside me, and each claimed a breast. They began sensually sucking and stroking my breasts as Drostan spread Vivienne's ass cheeks and angled himself inside her.
“Oh yes,” Drostan groaned as he reached over and started rubbing my clit. “Do you like that, Riley? Do you like how they suck on your tits?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I said my part as expected.
“Good,” Drostan said as he moved over to Jenny.
He started slamming into Jenny, and she moaned; licking me faster and squeezing the mound of my breast with her fingers.
“Do you like pleasuring my concubine, Jenny?” Drostan asked.
“Oh, yes, Your Majesty,” Jenny purred. “She has such lovely, large breasts.”
“Would you like to lick her pussy while I fuck her?” Drostan offered generously.
“I want to lick her pussy!” Vivienne whined.
“You can lick my asshole and balls,” Drostan offered. “I've developed a liking for that.”
“Oh, thank you, Your Majesty!” Vivienne knelt on the floor before me and waited for Drostan to move over from fucking Jenny.
When he had me nice and wet, Drostan did just that. He pulled out of Jenny and thrust his cock into me. Jenny crawled further up on the table and lowered her face over my pussy. As Drostan drove into me, she lapped at my clit. I moaned as one of her hands drifted back to my breasts and began to pinch my nipples. She really was fascinated with them.
“That's it, Jenny; flick your tongue across her swollen clit,” Drostan said encouragingly as he stroked the hair away from her face. “Doesn't she taste sweet?”
“Oh, yes, Your Majesty,” Jenny murmured against me.
“Vivienne, try to suck my balls completely into your mouth. Yes; like that.” Drostan shifted my legs further apart. “Now, suck on your finger and stick it into Riley's ass. I want to feel you stroking my cock through her flesh.”
Vivienne immediately sucked her finger until it was nice and wet and then slid it into my ass. I felt her angle it up to press against Drostan's cock as he fucked me. The tingling delight of her stroking him through me while he fucked me was unbelievably delicious. The sounds of sucking and fucking filled the room—adding to my pleasure—and I started to come; my clenching shivers sending Drostan into orgasm as well. I groaned as he fell across my body; Jenny moving out of the way just in time. Drostan's mouth sought mine, and he began passionately kissing me; ignoring the fairy women, who continued to stroke us intimately.
Drostan nuzzled my ear and whispered, “Yours is still the finest pussy I've ever had and the only one I love to lick.”
I shivered through aftershocks and the realization that I was starting to enjoy the lifestyle Drostan was giving me. He was making me just like him. He rolled off me, and Vivienne immediately started licking his cock clean. Jenny did the same to my pussy; lapping Drostan's cum up as it leaked out of me. Drostan lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it sweetly as he stared into my eyes.
“I adore you, my beautiful Riley,” he whispered.
Chapter Forty
I've heard people say that sex is like a drug; especially for us women who have that lovely chemical oxytocin making us extra clingy to men who bring us to orgasm. I'd never believed it until I stepped foot on Tirne. Now, I had become an addict.
Drostan kept me in a constant state of clingy-woman chemicals and sexual euphoria. We woke every morning and started the day with wild sex. Then we ate breakfast; often upon each other. On to some kingly duties for Drostan while I sat on his lap wearing whatever garish outfit he'd picked out for me that day. He loved teasing his advisers with glimpses of my breasts and often pulled out one of my nipples to suck on it pensively as the other men spoke. Sometimes, after he finished meeting with his men, we'd find a non-sexual activity to engage in, but inevitably, we returned to his chambers—often taking women with us—and fucked until we passed out.
I was losing myself to the hedonism of it all, and I knew it. I could feel the real Riley slipping away; replaced by this wanton woman whose mind was filled with thoughts of how to please her lover and be pleased in return. I had let it consume me because the alternative was allowing myself to wallow in the fact that I would never see the men I truly loved again. That was too painful; pleasure was so much better.
And I wasn't the only one losing myself to it.
“I can't get enough of your pussy,” Drostan groaned as he lifted his head briefly from his feast. “I don't even want other women touching you anymore. This delight should be for me alone.”
Well, this was new. Drostan had a strict rule about no other cocks inside me. He was okay with other men watching us together, but not with them touching me. He'd become more and more possessive recently, and that rule had escalated to; No men touchingorwatching. Then it was; No men near me at all. And now it had spread to women. Not that I minded; I wasn't into women. I had gone along with them because I had no choice, and most times, I just closed my eyes and pretended that I was with a man. Pleasure is pleasure, as long as I didn't have to give it to them, it wasn't so bad. But this rocketing possessiveness meant more than no women for me. The small part of my brain that was still me was working through the ramifications and coming up with; Drostan cares about me. Somewhere within all of the wild sex, he had developed some real feelings. The question was; Did I feel the same?
I just wasn't sure. How could I be with all of the crazy stimuli I endured?
So, I didn't acknowledge Drostan's feelings or try to bring them to his attention. Drostan falling in love with me would be a good thing. As Hugo had said, it would be security for me, and I had decided that very first night to manipulate Drostan as much as I could. Whether I loved him back didn't matter; I was tied to Drostan like a junkie to her dealer. I couldn't have walked away if I tried. Which meant that his possessiveness did please me.
“Are you sure?” I teased him as I ran my fingers through his hair. “You seem to like watching them with me.”
“I did.” Drostan licked his lips as he climbed up my body. “But now I get this sour feeling in my stomach.” He frowned. “I can't explain it. I just know that I don't like the way I feel when I see you with someone else.”
