The Royal Treatment
My chat with Thaddeus set me back more than I would have liked. So instead of strolling out like I owned the place, I instead bolted around like a madman, throwing on clothes, and grateful I didn't need a towel. Not dissimilar to my normal routine back in gym class. Those were the days.
Scrambling to the front of the fitness center, I tried looking around for Kinzie, but found no sight of her. She must have thought I bailed on her and—
"Sorry I'm late." Kinzie popped up behind me, leaving me almost jumping out of my skin. "I wanted to make sure our room was still good to go. Apparently, it wasn't, so I needed to have another set up."
I turned to her and tried keeping my cool. "Oh, uh. No problem. This room. You're so focused on it. Is it some sort of sex dungeon or something."
She snorted. "Not exactly. Though if you know the right people and where to look…" Her smile took on a sly demeanor while she side-eyed me and dangled the chain to her collar in front of my face. "But it's not like you'd go that far on poor little me, right?"
With that kind of approach, it seemed only fair to play along. "Depends. I don't make a habit of punishing good girls. But you're on thin ice after being late."
Totally ignoring the fact that I was late too…
I snatched the chain from her grip, and she faced me with a grin. Excitement shimmered in her eyes. She couldn't keep her gaze from roaming up and down my body as she nibbled her lip.
"Well, sire." She flicked her eyes up at me while failing to maintain a demure stance. "Why don't we pay your chambers a visit?"
"After you."
Even dressed up in the same jumpsuit every other Amazon wore, Kinzie rocked the outfit like no other. She didn't give a thought to the collar around her neck. Instead, she flaunted herself before me with every step. Hips swaying. Eyes darting back, glinting with her cheshire grin. She even bunched her hair up, flipping it back and twirling it before letting it cascade down one shoulder like an auburn river.
Numerous guards and passersby took note of our stroll, along with the reversed position we found ourselves in. They didn't need to say anything. I could see it in their faces. That a man would dare collar and leash one of their own… The imagined bloodshed in their eyes couldn't be painted any clearer.
"Are you trying to taunt me or them?"
She spun on her heel, ducking under the chain, then marched in reverse in one fluid movement. As if she weren't distracting enough, she lowered the zipper to her jumpsuit by a couple inches, revealing only the faintest glimpse of her cleavage. Not bothering with words, she winked, then spun back to her premature walk of shame.
The heads and eyes turned to us only grew in number as we strolled closer to a newer portion of the warehouse. Well, newer to me. Less amazons appeared in jumpsuits, instead donning more casual clothes. Granted, the same couldn't be said for the guys, save one. Though given the chastity belt he had on, I doubted he was exactly higher in the ranks than those clad in orange.
"What exactly is this place?"
"Social district," she said without missing a beat. "Normally, it's where we go to unwind after a long day of work. We even have a dance club, if you know where to go. But I'm more interested in the lounge."
We walked by without anyone really giving us any hassle. Most likely due to Kinzie's cheerful demeanor. But that didn't stop a lot of nasty looks in my direction. Even the guy in the chastity belt went wide eyed as we passed by, and shook his head while ducking away.
"Something tells me this isn't normal."
"An Amazon on a collar?" She snickered. "Nope. Honestly, it's almost unheard of. You need to realize something, we aren't complete man bashers. Strength and competence will get you far here. Most of the guys couldn't dream of taking on any one of us. That you have me of all people in this position, you might as well be the sexiest and most infuriating piece of ass on this side of the country. "
"Are you really that popular?"
Her eyes narrowed in a scheming smirk. "I didn't become chief of security by being a pushover."
Given our history, both on the mat and off, I didn't doubt her.
Avoiding the glares, both longing and aghast, we made our way into a smaller segment of the space. I clutched at the chain like a lifeline. With every passing face, I couldn't help but conclude just how ironic our position was. Kinzie might have the collar around her throat, but with one word from her, our positions would reverse in a heartbeat.
Yet all the same, Kinzie meandered along as if such thoughts were beyond her. No leering glances, no promises of overturning our deal, nothing could take her off course.
I barely had the mind to take in our surroundings as we passed through the lounge. Couches, tables, some kind of bar in the back. Honestly, I wasn't paying much attention. Even the music playing, relaxing as it may have been to the other patrons, didn't do much to settle my racing mind.
Kinzie took my hand. Wearing a smile gentler than I'd seen so far that day, she jerked her head in the direction of a corridor toward the back.
"Don't worry. I'll keep you safe in this little lioness' den."
In spite of my hand on the leash, she took my spare hand and walked me back, sashaying her way along as if she owned the place. For what it's worth, her assurance did settle my nerves a bit. It kept me calm enough to see it through as she led me down the corridor and into one of the numerous rooms lining it.
"It's a good thing you decided to join me," she said, taking a step back as I took in the surroundings. "Tempting as it is to call you my king, I think I'll wait until you seal the deal with Hylla. But that doesn't mean I have to wait until then to treat you like one."
As if her words needed any further proof, the room presented me with a fairly luxurious atmosphere. Red curtains draped the edges of the room, enshrouding us in what looked like the backstage of an opera house. Gentle lights faded from one color to the next; white one moment, purple the next, orange another, and so on. Collections of vases and potted plants encircled the four pillars spaced equidistant in the tranquil space. The scent of incense lingered in my nose, flooding me with hints of bergamot and clove.
But in the center, emblazoned with gold, the sole piece of furniture stood. A throne. With carved lion's claws for feet and a luxurious velveteen back, the seat looked like it cost more than my mom could make in a year.
"You… really weren't kidding about that king stuff."
"Mhm." She grasped my shoulders from behind, then leaned to whisper in my ear. "Hylla and I put this guy to good use. I'll let your imagination figure out who was sitting on it."
She peeled herself away from me while I tried to collect myself.
"Okay," I said. "I'll admit it. This is a new one. Though a lot of girls could give you a run for your money."
"Oh well. Doesn't surprise me. Gods know how much some of them want to worship you." She shuffled around behind me, with the occasional tinkling sound leaving me with the thought that her chain must be getting in the way. But it was still in my hand.
I turned to face her. "It's not that… Woah…"
Her black jumpsuit lay in a heap by her bare feet. Golden anklets clasped at the base of her long, wiry legs. Both were bare, supple expanses which only had the translucent turquoise drape of a sash-like loincloth to cover them as she moved. Upon her slender hips rested a collection of belts, each bound with a woven mesh of glittering emerald and sapphire beads. She bared her glorious midriff, with matching gem beads dangling from her top, which matched the color of what she passed off as a skirt. Delicate bracelets of gold encircled her wrists, which she took no issue flaunting forward as she pushed me back toward the throne. A long silken scarf caressed her back, weaving around her elbows in a display of shimmering cobalt. Her movements rattled the beads, which left me staring at the shimmering wave of jewels adorning her trim stomach, only to find my mouth watering more at the true beauty of her lean abs.
The backs of my knees hit the throne and I found my butt planted on it like I owned the damn thing. Kinzie ran her fingers up my arms and pulled them up until they rested on the sides, clasping the edges in anticipation.
"What… How did… Huh…"
She grinned, nibbling her lip as her gentle caress flowed over my cheek only to pull away as I leaned into it. "I had something similar in mind for you to wear if you lost, but I'm more than happy to say I've wanted to use this for a while. Hylla wasn't really one for shows. Though… for your sake, I'll make this one a bit more personal."
"I… Just… Wow…" I pinched myself. "Performance? When did you even put this on? I have… so many questions."
"For another time, maybe. You can hide a lot under those jumpsuits if you know what you're doing. But now, I think it's time you got your prize. And I think the best way to start is with a little dance."
Her steps flowed over the floor like a gentle breeze, and her hips matched their gentle sway. The beads rattled at her hips and breasts, but their swinging only enhanced her already fluid motions. To the sound of an unheard tune, she let the seconds roll on as she performed as my personal belly dancer. Albeit, in a much more revealing outfit than the task would normally ask for.
"Also, just so you know." She leaned forward, pressed a finger to my chin, and tilted my head back so I could look her in the eyes instead of her hips. "If you look behind all of these curtains, the whole room is soundproofed. So don't be afraid to make me scream. I know I'll enjoy doing the same to you."
She pulled away, licking her lips as she spun around in a twirl that left her looking almost like a snake. How she moved her body didn't help that image. She twirled and pranced, her hips and feet leading her in no particular direction, and yet always seemed to highlight one feature or another. Be it her hips, her belly, her elegant legs, or that tight ass, which teased me with glimpses under her long loincloth, only to spin away before I could admire it.
I gulped, my throat dry as I tried to take in her performance.
All the while, she meandered her way closer and closer, pulling back just before I could reach out and grab her. Like Rachel before her, she enjoyed teasing me. Unlike Rachel, she teased me without even touching me.
Until, at last, she did.
She pirouetted around my seat, twirling her scarf like an ice skater's baton. As the tail end of the sheer fabric disappeared behind me, the delicate creeping of her fingers trailing from my shoulders down my chest gave her away.
"I promised something a little more personal, didn't I?"
In spite of my racing heartbeat, I managed to choke out a deep "Yes" and nodded my head.
She hummed her laughter, nibbled my ear from behind, then pulled away. I shivered. Desperate to touch her again, I looked behind me to find she disappeared. Only I turned the other way to find her right in front of me, pressing her hands on my wrists and gliding them up my arms.
"You know, this chair was based on a real throne. The Elgin throne if I recall correctly. Just a lot more comfortable, and with a few extra finishing touches."
I tried putting together a reply, but the intensity of her dark eyes on mine as she crawled on top of the seat and straddled me left me spellbound.
Why did you wait so long to do this?
"Uh huh? That's… cool."
"Hm. If anything, I think both of us are the furthest from cool that you can get. You're pretty flushed. Why don't we get this shirt off so you can cool down?"
How she managed to get me undressed so quickly, I wasn't sure. I spent too much of my attention focused on her body undulating and grinding on my groin and thighs. The shimmering of the gems in the soft light. The trickle of sweat running down her flexing core. The heady incense lingering in my nose. I couldn't focus. All I could do was raise my arms, then enjoy as she ran her hands, teeth, and tongue over my exposed chest.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a god in mortal form." She nipped at my chin while draping the scarf behind my neck. "Are you sure you aren't a disguised Olympian?"
I groaned in my response, but thankfully kept some of my wits about me when she placed the chain to her collar back in my hand.
"If I was, I'd be pissed. Because then I'd be somewhere else instead of right here."
"Ooh. Good answer. So tell me, if you're not a god, why do you look so damn good sitting on this throne?" She pulled back, leaning back with only the scarf behind my shoulders to keep her steady. Her body rolled in one wave after another. The scent of our mutual arousal joined the heady smell of jasmine, leaving my head swimming and desperate to do more than sit.
"Well… I'm not a god, but if enough things go wrong, I might be a future heir to the throne of Atlantis."
"Ooh. A prince of the sea." She licked her lips, pulled herself forward, and dragged her scarf filled hands down my chest and abs until they plucked at my waistline. "In that case, I think you're due for the royal treatment."
As she rolled herself forward, the grinding between our groins came to an end, only for her to continue her trek upward, dragging herself up my abdomen and chest, teasing me with her scent, and pulling away. With only that damned loincloth between us, I reached out to pull it aside and take what I wanted, but she caught my hand and interlaced our fingers, pinning it to the side of my head.
"A prince shouldn't have to do the work. Let me. But first…"
That predatory grin of hers came back. With her leaning forward and licking her lips, eyeing me like I was the tastiest meal she'd ever seen, I couldn't decide whether to stay or run. But when she pressed those cherry flavored lips against mine, I thanked my indecision for making me stay.
She pressed and pulled my lips with her own. No hesitation. No need for a gradual buildup. With teeth and tongues all in play, we fell into one another, clasping and tugging as we attempted to taste every inch of the other.
There's no denying she preferred a more aggressive approach. She nipped and toyed with my lips and tongue. All was fair though, as I took little qualms about threading my fingers through her auburn locks and tugging her head back as she closed her eyes and relished the mixed pleasure and pain.
It wasn't until both of us were panting that she pulled away. Even then, she still dove back in, pecking, nipping, and stealing as many little kisses as she could. Chain in hand, I tugged on it, pulling her back by her neck. Eyes darting up, she hitched in her breath.
"I don't remember giving you permission to do that."
If there was any trace of surprise on her face, I sure as Hades couldn't find it. All that stared back at me was a flushed and lurid expression. One that was all the more appealing as she crawled off and stood in front of me with her head bowed and her hands clasped before her.
"I'm sorry," she said in a mocking innocent tone. "I couldn't help myself. Does this mean you're going to punish me?"
Even I could hear the excitement in her voice. If not that, then her shifting her weight back and forth definitely didn't hide her desires.
"Hmm. That sounds like a great idea."
Panting in her anticipation, she began to spin around and present her firm butt toward me, but with another tug, I stopped her mid turn and pulled her until her nose was almost flush with my chin as I stood.
"On your knees," I growled
Her pupils dilated while her eyes twitched, rolling up a tad. She shuddered under the weight of my command, biting down on her lip and attempting to slide her hand over my abs. But when I grabbed her wrist and squeezed, she hitched in her breath and let out the softest of moans.
"Now."
Ever so slowly, she descended until her eyes were level with my beltline. She tried so hard to maintain eye contact with me, but she couldn't stop darting glances downward.
"Hands behind your back."
She obeyed. Panting, breath steaming from her excitement. But she listened nonetheless.
"Now get my pants off."
She leaned forward and attempted to reach for it, but I yanked up on the chain. She let out a soft gag, but looked back up at me as I shook my head.
"No hands."
Puzzled thoughts and retorts flew flagrantly through her eyes. In the end though, she understood the order.
Once more, she leaned forward. Only this time, she kept her hands behind her back. Taking her teeth to the drawstring of my running pants, she flicked her eyes up at me with a silent question on her lips. My nod gave her all she needed to pull, but the knotted set stopped her dead in her tracks.
Guess I should have thought of that…
Not that it held her for long. Locking her eyes on me, she wrapped her lips around the knot. Though I knew she had a grip on the string using her teeth, what I couldn't figure out was what she had her tongue up to. It swished and twisted. That much was obvious from how she moved her head and even occasionally bulged at her cheek.
Seconds passed into almost a minute, but she pulled away. Where there was once a knot, only the two ends of my drawstring remained, soiled with drool, but otherwise undamaged.
She didn't stand on ceremony. Or in her case, kneel. Rather, she sank her teeth into the waistband of my pants and dragged them down my thighs. Though she had the sense to look me in the eyes as she did, hers rolled up as she took in my scent. Fresh and clean, though likely still heady with my own arousal for her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she scooted back, pulling my pants past my knees and down to my ankles. It wasn't until I had the sense to step out of them that she let go and stared up at me. A dopey grin stretched across her face.
"You still have one more to go."
Panting, she leaned forward. She pressed her cheek to my thigh and took a deep whiff of my groin. My tented boxers pulsed, which only set her eyes alight with further excitement. Teasing me, she went so far as to use her teeth to frame the bulge, biting down only enough to grip me. Not even close enough to hurt me.
I tugged on her chain. There wasn't an ounce of resistance as she lifted her head a tad higher. Not as she bit down on the waistband of my last piece of clothing. Nor as she pulled it down, shuddering as every inch revealed itself. Only when my cock popped out and struck her across the face did she let out a sound, and it was the furthest she could manage to make from revulsion.
"Mmmmnnn."
With my cock laying along her face, she paused for a moment, teeth still clinging to the fabric of my boxers. She lifted herself enough to take in my musky scent from the source.
I cleared my throat, which left her glassy eyes flicking up at me. Sultry as she looked, she still had a task to finish.
With a small farewell nuzzle with my cock and balls, she followed the path laid by my legs. It wasn't until she prostrated herself at my feet that I lifted my leg and stepped out of the last of my clothes.
For the first time in a long time, I was the first one naked.
"Even if I somehow die again, this is a memory that will keep me happy for the rest of time."
She nipped and kissed my thighs as she rose up. Still on her knees, that hint of playful defiance is all she needed to give me. The sensual tongue bath on my balls was only extra credit. Very nimble, wet, and sinful extra credit.
I took a moment to look her over. Vulnerable as she may look, she knelt before me, tending my balls with her slippery tongue, donning the most innocent eyes she could manage. But I knew well enough that calling her vulnerable was a death sentence. She was no more helpless than a coiled viper basking in the sun.
"I don't remember telling you to do that, but good job on the initiative."
She paused mid lick, her cloudy eyes clearing up a fraction as I matched her gaze. Finishing the path of her tongue, dragging it over not only my balls, but taking her first taste from the bottom of my shaft as well, she declared her silent challenge and flicked the tip before pulling away. Down on her knees, she smiled in that coy way that only ever spelled trouble.
My shaft throbbed with the loss of her touch. It wanted to feel her again. More of her. Angry and pulsing red, my erection reached out to her and demanded to find relief one way or another.
"In that case, maybe you should punish me."
My lip quirked. Narrow-eyed, I challenged her claim by threading my fingers through her hair.
"You'd like that wouldn't you? Did you have a little chat with Thalia?"
"Maybe…" She bit down on her lip and leaned forward to mash her cheek along my thigh. "Or maybe you look like you have a lot of pent up aggression. These days have been so hard on you. No home. No way to keep everyone safe. No one we can trust. I'm surprised you haven't sna— nng! Mnn."
Tugging on her collar didn't take much. Pulling her face first into my balls fazed her even less. But when faced with the pulsing shaft before her, she seemed at a loss of words. Too entranced with the sight which left her eyes glittering and mouth watering.
If she wanted punishment, then punishment is what she'd get. Who was I to deny this little cock-crazed minx?
While she may have lost herself in daydreams, I pulled back on her hair. The little gasp she gave was all the opening I needed. Her wet lips parted, allowing my cockhead to slide past. As I slipped in, parting her mouth with every slow inch, she shuddered, coaxing me deeper with strokes of her tongue. It wasn't until my tip began peeking down her throat that she began to struggle. And even then, despite her initial gagging, she tried to swallow me.
Oh, she tried. So desperately too. But when faced with having a real cock, not some rubber dildo or whatever her queen tried on her before, she couldn't quite take what I could give.
"Looks like we have some work to do. We aren't moving on until my balls are on your chin."
Feigning a meek, defeated expression, she nodded up to me, her doe eyes not deterring me in the slightest.
"Unless you'd prefer I grab someone else to warm me up. Palírroia was throwing herself at me earlier. I know she'd happily show you how it's done."
That meager facade shattered in the face of such an insult. Her pupils shrank to pinpricks as she squealed her indignance. But with my cock still in her mouth, it's not like she could say much.
"Then take it!"
Hand tangled in her hair, I yanked her forward, pulling her nose flush with my pelvis. What resistance her gag reflex had failed. My cock shoved its way into her throat.
"GLURK!"
Wide-eyed, she brought her hands forward and pressed on my knees. But as she glimpsed up at me, her nimble digits pulled back, returning to their place behind her. In spite of her gagging, she didn't pull back. Clenching and rippling around my cock, her throat did all it could to push me out, but I'd see to it soon enough that it welcomed me with wet and willing joy.
"Better." I grinned down at her.
Lips locked around my shaft, she clenched her throat in a feeble attempt to grip me. In the end, she only made it harder to pull out. Not that it mattered. I drew myself back and left her coughing once my cock was free of her mouth. Drool stretched from her lips to my tip, thick and wiry, while she attempted to recollect herself.
As if I'd give her that kind of time. Wrapping the chain around my fist, I yanked it back. In her startled gasp, she couldn't stop me from digging my way into her throat again. Deeper than the first attempt, she continued to gurgle around my cock. But with every soft pull or clench of her swallowing throat, she only pulled me deeper.
That is until, as I told her, my balls rested gently on her chin.
Eyes wide, she shivered in place. Her hands balled into fists, clenching and relaxing with every pulse of her gagging throat.
"Better."
In spite of her blocked throat, she still tried to play her part. Lashing her tongue along the underside of my cock. Clamping her lips around my base and suckling with all she could. Moaning her delight, which only sent shivers up my spine.
Whatever resistance she may have had fell away. Relaxing her throat, she flicked her gaze up to me with a silent question.
Who was I to deny her?
Thrusting into her throat came naturally. As if I belonged buried to the hilt in that warm wet hole. And as her body rocked back and forth, the beads of her outfit tinkling over one another, she attempted to reach forward time and time again, stopping herself only when I tugged up on the chain.
Still she tried her best to play her role. Though her hands were off limits, her tongue wasn't. Every smack of my balls against her chin was met with a small shudder, and her tongue attempted to whip along the underside. Not that she was all that successful.
Streaks of tears and drool marked her cheeks and chin, and yet she didn't dare utter a sound of defiance or reluctance. She leaned in, striving to prove herself. The pride of the Amazons, reduced to taking me down her throat and loving every second of it.
"You're a natural," I grunted. "Maybe I should keep you here. On your knees."
My grip on her hair loosened. In short order, it wasn't me fucking her throat. She took over, gurgling around my cock and bobbing her head with a rapturous need.
Eyes flashing with pride as she moaned around my shaft, she took the suggestion in stride. Without a word, she let her desires known. On her knees before me is exactly what she wanted. So long as I tended to her needs in return.
Soon it wasn't only her head bobbing. She put her body into every rocking motion. Rolling herself forward with sinuous grace, she matched her earlier dancing. Only instead of teasing me with her body's movements and hints of what lay beneath her already revealing garments, she hilted me into her throat and buried her nose into my pelvis with relative ease.
Over and over, she slipped me between her lips. And though I couldn't stop myself from thrusting forward as she slurped and sucked, I did have enough sense to pull on her chain to stop her in her tracks.
She slipped off with a slurp and flicked her tongue over the head. Raising her eyes up to mine, she straightened her back and tilted her chin in a show of pride. Silent. Yet still, there lingered an unspoken question. A challenge, even.
"Good job. But unless you want this cut short, we should keep things moving."
"No wasting time, huh? In that case, my lord, why don't you just sit back and let me do all the work?"
"As if."
I pulled her to her feet by the chain, tossed her onto my shoulder, then carried her back behind the throne. In spite of her lean figure, she honestly didn't weigh all that much. Not to mention she kept her balance with remarkable skill.
Once situated behind the throne, I plopped her behind on the top of the headrest, technically sitting backwards, but facing me. Legs parted to either side of me, she looked down at me with a questioning glower. Despite now sitting a head taller than me, I still had the situation well in hand. My hands traced her thighs while she wiggled to keep her balance on the thick backrest of the seat.
"If we had a bed, this would have been easier."
She curled her lip. "Whatever you've got planned, we can do it on the floor."
"Talking back to a prince? Some people never learn. But you're lucky. This damned outfit of yours has been teasing me for long enough." I coiled the chain in my grip and pushed back on her shoulder. "Now lean back until your shoulders hit the seat."
In spite of the narrowed eyes and pursed lips, she did as I said. Smooth as a swan feather gliding across a pond, she leaned back, letting my chain coiled hand guide her descent. Until, at last, she was almost upside down, her butt still on the top of the throne while her head almost dangled off the front of the seat.
Once I had her in place, I dropped the chain to my side and trailed my fingers up her parted thighs. The silken turquoise veil draped between her legs beckoned me forward. And dammit if I wouldn't take it up on the offer.
I didn't bother removing the garment from her. Instead I brushed it to the side and grinned while Kinzie flushed around her cheeks for the first time.
"Daring, don't you think? One stiff breeze, and the entire empire could see everything."
"I didn't wear this for them."
"Then may the gods have mercy on your jumpsuit. It's going to get soaked."
"Cocky much?"
"I like to think of it as earned confidence."
"Earned from wha– Ah! Ohh…"
I dove between her legs like it was second nature. In a sense, it was. The subtle sweet tang of her pussy coated my tongue. Each drop that didn't wind up rushing down my thirty gullet dribbled down her body, racing over her abs and beyond.
She clenched her legs on the back of the throne. Though she managed to pull herself closer to my face, she was anything but steady. For all of her insane core strength and nimble features, she couldn't contain her energy as she groaned and bucked her hips up into my mouth.
As if there were any other option for her. My tongue parted her swollen lips and tickled her throbbing clit with languid strokes. Then tilted my head and suckled on her labia, one after another. By the time she could leak all over herself, I already scooped up her arousal with my tongue and slurped down the rest. Something primal set off in the back of my head, leaving me growling like some kind of unhinged beast who'd conquered his mate.
All of those before her, and she was the only one to outright go toe to toe with me. And sure, I got an edge at the end, but we were both quite evenly matched before that. All things considered, I conquered her fair and square. And damn if savoring the taste of victory wasn't sweet.
"Hnnng! Oh, my… my prince! You're… Unnnh!"
She clenched the armrests as her head dangled off the front. Her back arched. Vibrating. Pulsing with need. Every stroke, nip, and suckle on her pussy left her trembling and bucking for more.
Abs clenching. Body glistening with sweat. Even as her garments turned transparent from her exertions, she looked beautiful as ever.
If only I could look her in the eyes as I sucked on her clit.
My hand reached out time and time again for her chain, but her thrashing left it out of reach. With all of the blood rushing to her head, she likely didn't ever notice it pooling directly below her.
Growling into her drooling snatch, I went for broke and grabbed the only other things I could. Though my lips stayed stuck to hers, I grazed my fingers along her trim abs and took hold of her breasts. Sure, they were a bit on the smaller side, but firm and perky as they were, they made for perfect handholds.
All the better to pull her back up.
She squealed as I pinched and pulled on her nipples. Louder yet when I twisted one while reaching out for her throat with the other. Not that I managed to reach it.
In her squirming frenzied state, she locked her legs around me in one of the tightest vice grips I'd ever been in. Squeezing onto me like a python, she clamped around my chest until my every breath grew more difficult. Blind to her own actions and deafened by her own screams, she wouldn't hear a word I said and any attempts at getting her attention only result in her moaning and bucking harder, especially when I slapped her breast.
So, much to my chagrin, I pulled my mouth from her. Dewy nectar still bridged the gap between our lips. Though I tried to gasp or pant, her vice grip on my ribs made each breath a slog.
Until, at last, she relaxed.
"Mmm… That was… Wow… But did you have to stop? I was almost finished."
"You were crushing my ribs. Couldn't breathe. And that's saying a lot."
She lifted her head, her face slack. "Wait, I thought I…" She realized her legs were no longer clamped on the back of the throne. "Fuck! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to… Mmm…"
I dipped my tongue in for one last taste. But before I lost myself in her, I pulled back and smacked my lips.
"I'll forgive you. But on one condition."
In a feat of epic core strength, she sat herself up and all but folded herself in half to look me in the eyes. Her hands joined the backs of her knees in holding her in place along the backrest.
"It looks like you're all ready to go, and I'm just about ready to poke a hole through this throne."
Licking her lips, she took hold of her chain and placed it in my hand. "Say less."
She used her own chain to pull me around to the front of the throne before pushing me back into it once more. On her knees in record time, she brought both hands in to stroke my cock while I tried to ignore the sticky wetness on the seat of the throne.
"So this is it. This is the weapon that makes so many powerful women wet whenever you walk into the room. This is what ruined the queen's little sister right in front of me." She marveled at the pulsing shaft in her hands, all but drooling. "To think I could have had it all for myself. All you needed to say was yes. I'm sure I could have convinced Hylla to join us then."
"I can't pull off the collared look as well as you can." I tugged on the chain to emphasize my point. "And last I checked, the only one stopping this from going inside you is you."
She smirked, biting her lip. "When you put it that way..."
Not bothering to remove any garments, she crawled up my body. One hand remained wrapped around my shaft while the other ran up my abs and chest. Delight clear on her face, she gave me a cursory kiss before spinning around.
Brushing the back of her veiled loincloth to the side, she slid back raising her toned bubble butt into the air. A hand on each of my knees, she ground herself along my shaft. Back and forth she slid. Until, at last, the tip parted her lips at just the right angle. In a single forward roll of her hips, she sheathed my cock inside of her.
Every inch of cock sliding between her stretched pussy lips drove the air out from Kinzie's lungs in a near neverending stream. As she dug her nails into my knees, she struggled to suck in any breath. Instead, she shuddered as her quiet groan was overshadowed by the wet squelch of her tight pussy sucking me in all the deeper.
"Uhnn! Ohh…"
The musky tang of her arousal slipped into my nose and left my head foggy. Such a shame too, because when she started to lift her ass up and slapped it back down, I could barely register it. I was too far gone. Too lost in how tight she squeezed me. How wet and warm she was as she drizzled over my thighs.
Watching wasn't easy. Blurry as my sight grew, all there was before was the vague shape of a woman beneath me coated in ribbons of turquoise and a splash of red.
I mustered what willpower I had left to clear my head. What little remained went into sitting back and enjoying what she did instead of taking hold of her to fuck as I saw fit. With the fervent slap of her lightly tanned ass hitting my waist over and over again, that desire only grew.
She treated my cock like she was working out. Rising up and squeezing her tight walls along my shaft with an ever so slow movement. Then right as my head pulled along the ends of her grasping folds, she slammed herself back down, grunting and letting out the occasional whimper.
The muscles of her back coiled and flexed while sweat beaded on the skin. Combined with our mutual arousal and the smoky floral incense, a haze of pleasure threatened to overwhelm me once more.
So I instead focused on anything I could to fight off that fogginess growing in the forefront of my mind. The rattle of beads cascading over her outfit, the sting of our thighs slapping together, the sticky chill left behind when she pulled herself back up, the saltiness of my own sweat dribbling over my lips. Whatever it took to not lose myself and fuck her with the same ferocity of so many before her, if not more.
If she wanted this time to serve me, then dammit if I wouldn't give it to her.
I pulled back on the chain. Arching her back, she rolled her hips forward until I pulled enough for her head to rest on my shoulder. Grunting into her ear as her hips continued to race back and forth, I let her know exactly how good I felt. She returned in kind, keening and shivering as her lips found purchase on my jaw with every stroke.
As her body undulated along my own, I cupped her modest breast through the sheer fabric, its thin gossamer veil hiding nothing as her sweat soaked through it. Not that I bothered letting it stay anyway. The delicate fabric stood little chance as I tugged on it, tearing away and scattering beads across the floor as I fondled her breasts without restraint.
Squealing once my fingers found purchase on her nipples, she arched her back, pressed out her chest, and slapped her hips down with far more aggression. The new angle let my cockhead batter that soft spot inside her. What little rhythm she could muster vanished as I pulled her nipples and nipped her earlobe from behind.
"Nnnh. So… hard and… strong! Ruin me… prince…"
Whorish as her sounds were, she moved her body with the practiced ease of a gymnast. A lecherous ballerina losing her edge with every subsequent slap of her ass on my hips.
All the more obvious when she tightened around my shaft and released a keening wail. Shuddering as her juices spilled down my thighs, her tight abs flexed and waved while I trailed a hand over them. Until, at last, she slumped down and relaxed into me. Her sharp musk filled my nose. While she twitched and spasmed, my cock stayed firm and ready, pulsing in the soft wetness of her pussy.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me, grinding my hips up and into her. She squirmed on top of me while my cock anchored her into place.
"Is that all you have? All that bravado, all that time spent on the mat, and you're done after one round?"
She huffed. "That a challenge?"
"Should it be?"
She hopped up and stumbled the moment her feet hit the ground. If not for my following and wrapping her up in a one armed embrace, she would have dropped to her knees once more. And though I didn't mind seeing her in such a position, I had other plans in mind.
"I'll take over from here."
Though she might have had it in her to resume a more dominant role, in spite of her subservient demeanor, she didn't put up too much of a fight when I tossed her back onto the throne. She chuckled to herself and licked her lips, wiggling in place as she rested her arms upon the sides. As if she herself were the queen.
That facade came crashing down as I tore the sheer veil of her loincloth from her hips. Beads scattered again from her body as she was left bare before me, save for the assorted bracelets and jewels adorning her arms and neck.
"That costume was seven hundred dollars, just so you know."
"Bill me later. And dammit if this isn't worth it."
I rested my hands on her knees and slid them up her lean thighs. All the while I soaked in the image of her naked figure with both my eyes and fingers. Lithe and deadly, coiled with trim muscle and just enough softness to strike a feminine charm. Particularly her handful sized breasts, which I tested with my palms to make sure. Then with my lips and tongue, because those perky brown nipples all but demanded for me to toy with them.
Matching my gaze with her own narrowed eyes, she huffed and gasped in her free delight. She dared to reach forward and run her fingers through my hair. I let her. For all of a moment or two.
But back down I went. Not to taste her again. Sure, I let my palms wander the expanse of her thighs. I even pulled her forward and parted her legs. And though I couldn't deny how nice her pussy lips looked as I brought her knees up and over the arms of the throne, I had other appetites to sate.
"Not very princelike," she cooed. "Taking his poor helpless dancer like a savage."
In spite of her words, she raked her eyes over me with a hunger matching my own, if a touch clouded from her earlier orgasmic daze. She made no efforts to close her legs. Rather, she spread them further without any assistance on my part, drawing them into a near perfect side split. All that stopped her were the sides of the throne. As if that little detail bothered me. I was too caught up in her words. And how I intended to make them a reality.
I leaned over her, casting a dim shadow over her face. With a slap of my cock on her pelvis, I gave her a perfect demonstration of how much she'd already taken… and how much she'd take in mere moments.
Sliding myself up against her skin brought a warm flutter into my gut. Though I could feel her hot breaths on my cheek, I didn't let myself join her in shuddering as I grazed hers in return and growled my reply.
"Savage is the only way you deserve to be taken."
Moaning her delight as I ground myself against her. Drenched in her juice, parting her wet pussy lips with the length of my shaft, I pulled back and lifted her thighs. She only stared and parted her legs in a perfect straight line while the head of my cock poked at her entrance.
That poke was all the grace I gave her before pulling on her thighs and thrusting myself between her tight pussy lips.
No mercy. No warming up. I punched forward, driving the air from her lungs while she made desperate attempts to gasp for some sweet air. She gurgled, eyes wide and mouth wider. Yet not a word could escape her lips as her pussy clamped down on the shaft of cockmeat stretching her.
Like the savage she not so subtly desired, I pulled back until just the tip was left in and slammed myself down to the hilt with a resounding slap. Both my balls and my thighs stung, but all was worth it with the coiling wetness of her pussy squeezing me. And with how she arched her back while screaming silently, still unable to muster a sound beyond the staccato gasps which couldn't quite give her the relieving breath she needed.
Her perky breasts bouncy with every clap of our skin, pressed out by her arching back, daring me to take hold of them. With my hands occupied, I couldn't hope to indulge. Unless I used my mouth. So of course, I did.
I captured her nipple between my teeth, biting down with a tenderness belying the brutal force of my thrusting cock. Though I slammed into her with unrelenting savagery, I afforded her tender breasts the courtesy of gentle care. My teeth plucked and pulled before I enclosed my lips around them and suckled her stiff nub. Only once I found myself satisfied with her sounds did I pull away and turn my attention to the other.
"Nnnnh! Yes!" she gasped out.
She clamped her hands on the armrests. Sturdy as they were, even the golden casting dented under her grip. All she could give, she did. Deep as I drove into her, bruising our thighs and stretching her tight pussy with every thrust, she managed some semblance of awareness. Clarity in the ravishing she earned from me.
Biting down on her lip did little to stifle the squeals escaping them. Nor did it help the bucking and shuddering of her body, though she tried to keep her core locked and tight. All it did was squeeze me all the better, and leave her squirting musky juices onto the throne each time I battered my cockhead against that delicate spot inside her.
"Do it," I huffed, growling into her ear as I bottomed out into her and ground my pelvis against her clit. "Scream for me. Let every Amazon know exactly who you belong to."
As if she needed more convincing. With shuddering thighs and clasping hands, she let loose every bit of breath she could spare and screamed out her pleasure.
"M-more! Hah! Hah! Fffuuh…!"
Trembling under the brutal hammering I gave her, she lifted herself up with me, bucking her hips as I slammed us together. The wild torch of her auburn hair flailing about as I grasped her chain and yanked her into a passionate kiss. While we swallowed our moans, she made a desperate effort at keeping her legs spread. Bobbing in time with my thrusts, her head swayed, only buffered by my grip on her chain and my lips locked with hers.
Valiant as her efforts were, she inevitably lost that control and wrapped her powerful legs around my waist. She matched my pace, loosening her grip in time for me to pound deep inside her, leaving her head bobbing and breasts bouncing. But with her legs tended to, I let my free hand return to those perky mounds on her chest. While the other pulled on that chain to keep us locked in our kiss. As if she needed encouragement.
Moaning into our kiss, Kinzie threw all attempts at subservience out the window. Her hands clasped at my head, pulling at my hair as I did the same to her chain. Our tongues didn't bother poking or prodding at the other. Instead, we scraped them in a desperate and messy attempt to taste the other.
Such ferocity. Such heady need. What surprise is there that we both drove me into her faster and harder? My hips didn't need her to help, and yet she did all the same, pulling me into her with her legs' grip.
"F-fuck… fuck me… fuck me!" she cried in between the smacks of our kisses. Nipping at my lips whenever we pulled too far back. Only when we could feel our tongues sliding over one another did she seem to find any moment of peace.
A far cry compared to the tightening and rippling of her needy pussy.
She arched, bucked, and twisted in the seat, shivering under my touch. Wet slaps cut through the chorus of our joined moans. With the sweet taste of her mouth on my tongue and her tangy musk filling my nose, I pushed on, pumping in and out, almost blinded by the sweat dripping from my brow. Below us, a pool of our combined efforts soiled the seat and carpet. Sweat and juices and precum alike stained the floor. All the while, we pulled ourselves together in a frenzy of need.
"Ha… harder," she rasped. "Faster!"
Eyes delirious and hands clawing at every inch of me she could reach, she urged me on with boisterous pleading and crazed nips along my lips, tongue, and jaw.
So I gave her exactly what she wanted. The soaked slaps of our joining sexes grew louder and quicker in a vain attempt to drown out her rising cries. Until the burn of my thighs stalled me, I slammed myself into her tight pussy as fast and hard as I dared to go.
Only Thalia and Zoë ever got to feel me off of my self imposed leash. Fitting it would be Kinzie who takes it as well, all while she was wrapped up in one for herself.
Whatever grace she had while dancing was gone. Tongue hanging out, eyes rolled up, head bobbing to and fro, Kinzie panted in desirous rapture, holding me tight as I did the same to her, wrapping her leash into my fist until my knuckles were flush with her jaw. Even the throne itself, once a stable foundation for our mutual performances and the tool we used to pleasure each other, shook with the rhythm of our animalistic fucking.
Not that I was any better. My thighs burned from the exertion and incessant slapping. My hands cramped from my tight grip on the leash. My cock throbbed and pulsed in the slick heat of her pussy, strangled by the rippling ridges of her walls. Even my ears hurt, ringing with the whorish screams and moans this vexing woman let out.
What little covering her body remained glistened in the soft light. Rattling. Jingling. Bouncing in time with my fervent thrusts. And yet they couldn't outshine the diamond sparklets of sweat running down her tanned skin.
Her dark eyes, long clouded over in hazy desire, tried to meet mine. To no avail. In her moaning, squealing stupor, the only way she could maintain any semblance of intimate gesture was to tighten her grip on me.
"Hnnng!... Do- do it… Fill me up!" she rasped. "Put your… Unnnh!... Pump your hot load… Mmmn… into my slutty pussy!"
Dammit if I didn't love hearing those words. Still, I preferred to have her mouth occupied with my own.
Tossing the leash to the side, I clasped her head in both hands, tangling my fingers into her messy hair, and kissed her as that familiar wave of pleasure raced down my spine.
Pumping my hips through that burning pleasure, I buried myself deep into her as my balls emptied themselves into her belly, one thick rope after another. Our bodies bowed away from one another, pressing our groins together as I filled her quaking body with a torrent of sticky cum.
Mewling into our kiss, she clasped desperately for anything that she could hold onto, settling for hugging my shoulders from below. Her legs pulsed and shuddered, far beyond her control as they lost themselves to their primitive need to hold me in place as I filled her to the brim with cum.
However long passed, I couldn't say. When it was done, both of us were draped bonelessly over the throne. Panting, sweaty, and perhaps with our tongues hanging out as we tried to suck in some fresh air, only to be met with the musky cloud of our own making.
Once I managed to gather my senses, I pulled back and let my cock pop out of the seal between her legs. With it poured a white rivulet of hot semen, which ran down her thigh and stained the seat and floor as she slumped down to her knees.
"Huh… Gods… You… Unnnh!" She mewled and shivered as an aftershock left her spraying the ground with our combined fluids. "Hah… Hylla… Is going to love you…"
Dripping with sweat, she tried to look up at me with her glassy eyes. Her chest heaved, modest breasts glittering under the lights.
"Glad you approve," I managed. "It was nice to let loose. Not too many can handle that."
"So that was really it then?" She groaned as she pulled herself back up and flopped into the throne. "It doesn't get any rougher than that?"
"You say that like you weren't just left cross-eyed." I stuck two fingers into her pussy and scooped out our combined fluids. Once I had a glob of sticky cum, I lifted it for her to see. "Or did you forget what you told me to do? You needed me to finish."
Her face flushed. "Maybe I just wanted to make sure you didn't hurt yourself."
"Don't worry. Are you okay though?"
Rather than answer me with words, she reached out, took my arm, and guided my cum covered fingers into her mouth. She slurped them up with a fair degree of finesse until I could pull them free and found them spotless.
We both caught our breaths over the next couple minutes. I tried to remember where I tossed my clothes while she tried to fight the neverending dribble of cum leaking out of her pussy.
"We should get going. Katie made us lunch, and I haven't eaten yet."
"Aww. So that's all you had left in the chamber?"
I frowned and glanced over to Kinzie. She'd made no efforts to get dressed or even leave the throne.
"You're insatiable."
"Not quite. You gave it a helluva go. But I guess it's only fair. Not like you could get it back up anyway. Not that I need to have you hard from the start."
I gathered my clothes and placed them into a relatively neat pile before sighing and shaking my head. "Do you not want something to eat?"
"Of course I do. But what I want to eat happens to be right in front of me." She peeled herself out of her seat and sauntered up to me with a mild limp.
I went to protest, but she silenced me with a finger to my lips and placed her leash back in my palm.
"I waited long enough. No one will miss us as long as we make it to dinner."
My fingers closed around the leash as I dropped my head in exasperation. My cock was soft, but pulsed with just a little bit of life. Enough to eventually get back to where it needed to be.
"The things I do for the people I love."
With the leash in hand, I dragged Kinzie back to the throne before bending her over the side of it.
A/N: Slowly peeks head around corner. So have you put your pitchforks away?
Yes, yes, I know more than anyone how long it's been. It's not been for a lack of trying. Life (ahem, work) decided to treat me just about as roughly as the two going at it in this chapter. Non stop sixty hours weeks left very little time to actually have a personal life. Problem is that they are still going, and they don't plan on stopping until partway through January. Now, I'm still going to try and give you all a proper chapter with it. Just know that things are getting brutal. Warehouse work during the holiday season is never-ending.
Now, Percy has laid claim to yet another woman. For once, this was a woman who has made her opinion clear on him from the get go, and actually got what she was looking for and more. Makes you curious about if they happened to miss anything with all of their romping. I suppose the only way to find out is to read the next chapter (which is already most of the way done).
I won't stand on further ceremony. It's almost one in the morning, and I've been up for over twenty four hours on a day I nearly wound up dead on the road courtesy of some black ice on a downward slope. Suffice to say, I hope you all find this chapter worth it. I was very nearly unable to post it, or any other chapter for that matter. Hug your family. Give someone a compliment. You won't regret it.
You know the P atreon spiel, so I won't bother with it. But your words are always welcome. Hope you enjoyed what this chapter brought. This is Ronin signing off.