Perfect Master(6)

The eunuch who had crawled silently between her legs licked Emerald’s slit, stoking her flames for her Master’s possession. Moisture gushed from her cunt when the eunuch tongued her there. When he inserted a finger into her tight rear passage and began to slide it gently back and forth, her arousal intensified. He began to suck her clit, flailing it with his tongue until she thought she’d scream with frustration, while he kept finger-fucking her ass.

Pressure built in her belly, bringing heat that radiated, blossomed and came into full bloom when her Master reached out and tugged the golden chain that connected her nipple rings. “You have permission to speak. To accept or refuse me.”

“Oh yes, Master, please take me,” she begged, straining at her bonds. By the gods, she needed her mate. Her cunt had never been hotter, wetter. She needed his huge pulsating cock to fill her now, much more than she feared what manner of creature he was to hide behind the fearsome mask.

“You accept me as your Master?”

“Yes, my lord,” she hissed. When he bent and touched first one nipple and then the other, the heat of his mouth scalded her through the leather barrier. “I want to feel your flesh. And I want to see the magnificent body I now can only feel.”

“Perhaps someday,” he said, his tone brusque. “For now, you need to be grateful that I cover myself.”

She sensed regret in his muffled words, but her cunt contracted painfully. Lust overwhelmed her. The eunuch’s intimate invasion of her ass stoked her desire but did nothing to assuage it. She had to feel her Master’s monster cock stretching her…filling her.

Now.

“Fuck me, my prince. Please.”

“Your pleasure is my own.” As though they had orchestrated this move a thousand times—perhaps in a previous life they had—the eunuch rose, making way for his lord. The heat of the prince’s huge cock seared Emerald’s wet cunt when he stepped between her widespread legs and rubbed the blunt, thick head of it along her slit.

“So wet. So ready.” He positioned himself and sank into her slowly, his heart-shaped cock head stretching her, making way for his full possession.

“So mine,” he said, his voice full of wonder when he breached her virgin barrier. On his signal, three of the eunuchs rose, two taking her tingling nipples between their teeth and suckling her while a third one—the one who’d accompanied her Master—tunneled his fingers through the shorn curls on her head.

“I want you to see.” At the prince’s terse command the eunuch lifted her head, cradling it between his hands. “Look at us, my princess. Watch my cock slide in and out of your wet, hot cunt. Watch me while I fuck you.”

Focusing on the look and feel of his possession, seeing his hips flex as he slid his cock out of her body then slammed back in harder and faster than before, aroused Emerald almost beyond endurance. The slapping, sucking sounds of flesh on flesh and leather punctuated each stroke of his cock.

Did he feel it, too, this searing heat? Was his skin flushing beneath the leather, prickling with the need to come, to break the pressure and find the nirvana of release? Could he smell the musk of sex that filled her nostrils, and did it stimulate him the same way it aroused her?

“Gods above, I’m coming,” he growled, slamming into her cunt once more. Hot spurts of his seed filled her womb, triggering a series of contractions that racked her body, left her panting and drained yet wanting more. More from this masked man who held her future in his hands.

When she opened her eyes, her prince stood over her, his one-eyed gaze on the collar one of the eunuchs had just locked around her neck. She licked her lips, anticipating that he’d let her taste his renewed erection, now jutting proudly toward her lips. “Your hungry look tells me you want to suck my cock. Do you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Your wish is my command. Open your mouth.” Straddling her, he fed her his cock head. He tasted…indescribable. His essence and hers mingled on her lips when she took him in her mouth and licked all around his plump corona. His collar—heavy platinum encrusted with the diamonds reserved for Obsidion’s royalty—rested easily against her throat, supporting her head as she serviced him.

Someone’s warm breath tickled her thighs, and soft hands spread her outer lips. A moist tongue tickled her clit while another lapped the length of her slit from cunt to ass. A warm, wet object pressed against her asshole, coaxing her to open and take it in. A cock? No, the only cock allowed her was her Master’s, and she had it firmly in her mouth. Emerald sucked harder, swallowed reflexively as she took more of his hot flesh down her throat.