The Hunter's Surrender (5 page)

As Maddie and the king stepped inside, Santara opened his eyes and grinned. It was a great, big grin full of mischief and promise. He drew her away from King Rochar and under the spray with him, his warm, lathered hands on her breasts. She arched into him, relishing the pleasure of him touching her sensitive flesh.

Santara’s palms caressed her nipples, applying a little pressure to begin his seduction. He teased them next with his forefingers, tracing the very tips until they hardened and begged for more. Then King Rochar stepped in close behind her, his large frame cradling her.

Maddie wanted to scream at the sensations bombarding her—Santara’s hands on her breasts, King Rochar’s long, hard body pressing against her back while the water poured over the three of them. She was so wet for the king, so ready for his cock inside her, but she still couldn’t hold back a gasp as he pushed into her, arms around her waist, pinning her to him while her body took him. As the water sluiced over them, she looked through the curtain of water at Santara’s beautiful face.

“He’s so hard and hot,” Santara said. “I love the feel of those ridges and that thick head almost hurts as he slides in and out. Can you feel your channel stretching to take all of him?” As he spoke, he pinched her nipples, drawing them out, turning them between his thumb and forefinger.

Santara was right. King Rochar was hard and hot inside her and every stroke filled her, made her burn. Higher and higher he pushed her, his cock pulsing as he followed her up and over. She screamed as he poured into her, as he bit her shoulder, pumping every last drop into her body. They stood without moving until King Rochar stepped back, and his rod slid from her.

“Now it’s my turn,” Santara said. He motioned to one of the thigh-level seats. “I want you to bend over and place your hands on the seat.”

His words made her tremble. He put one hand on her belly and slid down through her tight curls to pet her.

“Your little clit seems very happy to see me. It’s still swollen from your orgasm with the king.”

He flicked it, and she couldn’t stifle a moan.

“I bet that feels lovely, doesn’t it?”

He gently rubbed it with the pad of one finger, and she pushed into his hand.

“You’re very greedy,” he whispered.

He pulled his hand away and grabbed a handheld showerhead. Twisting the knob on the end, he chose a thin, gentle stream of water. “Let me clean the king’s release from inside you.” Kneeling, he set the apparatus at her opening and let the warm liquid tenderly cleanse her. A flick of the wrist and the flow ceased. He leaned forward and put his lips to her sensitive flesh. The last trickle of water seeped into his mouth. Santara pulled back and replaced his mouth with a finger. It journeyed up and down her slick slit. “You’re so juicy.”

He dipped into her cunt. “I want you to see what you taste like.” He held out his finger and let her lick her essence from it.

“Just like I said—sweet and juicy.” Then he sank two fingers into her cleft. “Look at me.”

She watched as he lapped her juice from his digits.

Maddie couldn’t believe what Santara was doing, what he was saying to her. She could feel her body preparing to take him, not sure how that could be so soon after the king had made her come, screaming and yelling. She heard Santara’s voice and focused on his words.

“Do you know what I think you taste like?”

She shook her head.

“Like you’re ready to take me.” And with those words, he pushed his cock into her aching body.

He was right. Although still tender from the king’s entry, her channel was so slippery that Santara plunged in easily.

“I love being inside you,” he whispered in her ear. “I love the way you squeeze my cock. I think I’ll start out nice and easy so I can feel exactly how wet you are.” After a few leisurely pumps, he spoke again. “Do you know how erotic it is for me to be sliding inside you knowing that you’re slick from the king, knowing that your body’s still warm and soft from making love with him?”

All Maddie could do was moan, throwing her head from side to side.

Through the sound of the water pouring down around them, she heard the king’s voice. “How does that feel, Maddie? His dick is all shiny with your essence. I bet you’re smooth and creamy inside.” He moved closer. “Let me see, Santara.”

As Santara slid from her body, King Rochar moved beside her and gently slipped a finger inside her. First one, then two, back and forth in her sleek core. “I’m going to tell you what Santara’s doing while my fingers are deep inside you,” he said to Maddie. “He’s washing his beautiful cock. He must be done with you. No, wait. He’s found the lube and is using those strong hands to anoint his hard-on with it.” He nipped her ear, continuing to pleasure her with his fingers. “I think he has something different in mind.” His tongue touched the pulse in her neck. “Your heart is beating so fast. You must have figured out what he’s going to do. Has a lover ever entered you there, in your ass?”

Silence.

“Tell me.”

“Yes,” was all she was able to say.

“Did you like it?”

Silence again.

“Tell me, or I’ll remove my fingers from your gorgeous body. Did you like it?”

“Yes, yes,” she cried. “It hurt at first, but as soon as he was inside me, I loved it—loved the pleasure that came with the pain.”

She knew that was all Santara needed to hear, all the invitation he required.

Maddie flinched as Santara set his cock at the tiny, puckered entry. Her last lover had introduced her to anal play, but he was not nearly as generously endowed. She knew there would be pain, yet the idea of having the king’s lover pushing his way inside didn’t frighten her, not with the pleasure she knew awaited. With Santara poised to enter and King Rochar’s talented fingers thrumming inside her, she felt herself being pulled higher and higher. Until the king withdrew his hand, leaving fulfilment just out of reach.

“Don’t stop,” she sobbed. “For Joram’s sake, don’t leave me so close to the edge.”

“Oh, we won’t leave you,” the king said. “Not until we’ve made you come again and again. Now look at me.”

Maddie slid her gaze to him and melted as he put his shiny fingers in his mouth and sucked her essence from them.

“Your taste is addictive. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you. In my mouth, against my skin, caught between Santara and me.”

His erotic words skittered down her spine like a bolt of
Shardian
lightning.

“Can you feel him right there, ready to shove his way in past that tight ring of flesh?”

Then it was Santara who took over the wooing, the verbal seduction, his breath warm against her ear. “What would you like Rochar to do while I press my cock inside you?”

She felt him exert enough pressure to begin to spread the ridged flesh, but not enough to slip inside.

“He could play with those gorgeous nipples, or he could go back to finger-fucking you,” Santara teased.

Maddie wanted more, but when she pressed her ass into the curve of his body, silently begging him to enter, all he did was laugh.

“Not yet. I would think you’d be used to waiting. Isn’t that what good bounty hunters do, stalk their prey and wait patiently to swoop down and haul them in? And you’re a very good bounty hunter, aren’t you? You know how to wait for what you want.”

She swung her hands back onto his thighs, trying to pull him closer, force him to come into her. But he was too strong for those tactics.

“Ah, ah, ah, little hunter. You need to wait until we think you’re ready.”

“I…am…ready,” she said, her lips tight. “Now fuck me.”

Those harsh words must have dissolved any self-control he possessed because he bit her earlobe as his cock breached the constricted opening. She howled. The bulbous head spread her wide then his long, thick shaft slid in and along her tight anal channel. Then he pulled out, only to force his rod in again. Her hands flew up to lie flat on the wall, bracing against the hard rhythm he took up.

“That’s the perfect place to put your hands, my dear Maddie,” King Rochar said.

She looked down to see him kneeling at her feet and quivered as he spread her swollen lips, moaning when he tucked his tongue under the hood of her clitoris and tugged at the tender flesh. Her body felt boneless as he licked her slit again and again, sometimes lulling her with light touches that kissed the surface then firing her with deep, penetrating strokes that weakened her knees.

All the while, Santara’s heavy cock pounded her ass, his balls slapping against her, his hands seeking her breasts, pulling her nipples, twisting them only enough to make her cry out. His hoarse voice whispered against her cheek. “You feel so good. I could fuck you all day and never get tired of you grabbing me, milking me.”

Voracious in her need to taste him, Maddie wanted to take the back of his head and pull his lips to hers, but he was slamming into her so hard she had to keep both hands on the wall. It was a good thing she did, because as soon as King Rochar thrust his tongue into her slippery center, she feared her legs would buckle. The simultaneous pleasure of tongue and cock started an orgasm quivering through her body. She shut her eyes as incredible waves of fire burst through her, the king’s hum of delight teasing her labia as she came against his mouth.

With her back to Santara’s belly, she felt the sheen of sweat dampening his torso, shared his quick intake of breath as he held still inside her for an instant. She seemed almost hyperaware of his body’s signs of readiness—the wild beating of his heart, his balls lifting in anticipation, the tingle at the base of his cock. He was so close.

“Come for me, Santara,” she encouraged. “Fill me.”

Shifting to a rhythm of frantic strokes, he jetted his release into her body.

Chapter Seven

King Rochar sat back on his haunches and looked up at Maddie. His heart told him this woman was special, was going to be important in his life. No one except Santara affected him the way this woman did, made him feel the connection she did. She certainly made love with him and Santara as if she’d been made for them. Or perhaps it was they who’d been made for her.

He licked his lips, savoring her. The taste of her cunt lingered, not quite sweet and a bit musky. Remembering how it had felt to run his tongue along her slick slit, he swallowed, trying to hoard the last of her essence inside him. He pushed to his feet, palming his ready erection and holding it up for her perusal. He hoped the grin he flashed at her look of surprise conveyed the right touch of naughtiness and promise.

He gently bounced his dick on one hand as he spoke, the slap of flesh on flesh more perceived than heard against the sound of running water. “I must be catching Santara’s ability for quick recovery. Or maybe it has more to do with the tang of you in my mouth and the memory of how much I like it when your juice bathes my tongue while I lick your shiny slit.”

Rochar watched her face change. The look of surprise shifted to one of bliss, and her eyes flickered shut, her head falling back while her mouth formed a silent ‘O’. He thought his words had done that to her until he saw Santara step back and knew it probably had more to do with the incredible sensation that blazed though her when Santara pulled his shaft from her asshole. He was well acquainted with how that felt. In fact, the mere recollection made him want to throw
his
head back and roar.

He ran the backs of the fingers of his other hand down the valley between her breasts. Her eyes drifted open at his sexy words. “I love it when he pulls out. He’s so big I know it’s going to hurt when that thick head separates my hole, but I don’t care. I can’t wait for him to force his way back in. My body tries to fight it, tries to tell me he’ll never fit, but my mind knows better, knows how much I need him filling me.”

He moved to caress her cheek, and she pressed against it, reminiscent of a tamed beast in the warm sun. Over her shoulder, he saw Santara move under the warm spray.

“I’d like to make love to you again,” the king said.

First, she looked at his erection, then she smiled up at him, only to push his hand out of the way so
she
could palm and stroke him. “Are you asking permission to shove this gorgeous cock inside me?” she said.