Chapter 5:
I lick the slit of the length in my hand, and it twitches growing in size. He scurries on his knees on the bed, dipping his mouth to my neck, nibbling my sensitive spots. The dick in me rides me to the edge, as it thrusts in and out at an inhumane speed, rendering me speechless. The dick in my hand twitches as if releasing the pressure, and I let go of it, “Not yet, sweetheart.”.
The slapping of the skin echoes through the room, the strokes of the cock pumping in me, with deep strokes. Hands hold my legs wide apart, as hips move in between. Pleasure contours the face of the man, and I clutch the silk in my hand as I cum hard from the cock in between.
I feel the cock throb inside my pussy, digging my feet on his chest, I pull him out of me. “Not yet sweetheart.”
“Have you ever taken someone in the ass”, I ask both. They seem confused at my question. I slide up resting my back on the headboard. They sit diligently following like a lost puppy.
“On your fours”, I say and they scamper immediately. I rise on my knees behind them arching their backs to raise their ass in the air. I trace the crack of their ass, circling the rim between their cheeks. I bend dipping my fingers in the scented slimy liquid on the table, pushing my thumb inside their rim. I hear them hiss as my thumb slides in and out, “You can slide your cock in here.”. I see them nod, “Do you want a cock in here?”, I ask circling my thumb inside, their bodies freeze, and I laugh.
“Don't worry, we could do it some other time?”, an instant relief flushes them as their bodies arch back gracefully.
“Do me, and I will show you a new way to have sex.”, I say removing my fingers from them. They turn to look at me, their eyes are dark, filled with lust. I slide the bowl of slimy liquid into their hands and use this as the lubricant. I slide my back on the pillow, sliding my legs up to my shoulders wide apart. They dip their fingers in the liquid, alternatively gliding up the rim. I see them look at each other, the same lust building in their gazes.
“Kiss”, I say as they look at me. I shrug my shoulders, and they slowly dip their heads closer, closing the distance between their lips. I see a fight for dominance, as tongue invades their sloppy kisses, they pull apart watching me enjoying.
The fingers circling my rim, enter me slowly rubbing the insides they alter the entry as one slides in and the other out. Pain fills as my rear hole stretches with the intrusion. Burn fills my senses, and, I whimper. The alternate fingers dig deeper, resting knuckles deep, and then suddenly both rest deep in at the same time.
“Amm... I feel torn” I close my eyes at the pain, my muscles clenching against the long fingers in me. They move in a single motion and soon the pain is replaced with pleasure. My muscles lose, and the fingers now scissor me to open wide.
“Come here”, I pull one man below me. Stretching over his body, my knees on either side I lower myself on his cock taking him in my pussy hole. The dick is huge, the length of it bigger than the one that entered me, and I feel it poking my womb.
“Ahhh… You are big as well. Amm… God”, I scream as I settle him deep in me bending over his chest. My eyes trail back to the man behind me, clueless. I grin positioning him behind me, I pull him closer aligning the tip of his cock along my rear hole.
The tip probes me, as the man under me grinds my hips. The tip of the cock enters me, and I cry in pain. He pours the liquid on his dick, sliding it slowly in, pumping himself in and out till he is settled deep in. I hiss at the fullness in my lower body. Bodies grind in me, the fullness entering and leaving me breathless at the top. My muscles clench tightening around the cocks, my toes curling as it crumples the sheet beneath. They catch a rhythm riding me in and out, wild, fierce. Pleasure clutches me, as pain dwindles into moans. Arousal thickens the air surrounding us. Moans and grunts fill the room, skin slapping at it speak. I feel the throbbing of the cocks inside me, as pleasure latches my every nerve.
“Now”, I say when hot pleasure fills me, leaving me panting.
Phew... My first smut (Hiding my face). I know it's not perfect, but AHH... I wrote it.
A loud thud on the door wakes me up. I groan rubbing my eyes, pulling the silk sheets to cover my body. I twist my body in a more comfortable position, clutching onto the cool of the cushions. The room fills with frantic shuffles of footsteps, and my senses waver bringing me to partial consciousness. “Get up”, Max shouts near my ears shattering my eardrums, almost making me deaf. “Get lost”, I shout twisting on my back, as stray strands of hair tickle my face. “Adria, get up; the king.”, my eyes shot open at the mention of the king. I straighten up on the bed, a cry leaving my lips as I clutch at my hips. The bed is clear of all evidence of the activity overnight, even the men. Max makes sure to, get the men
The entire courtroom echoes with silence, as every King is stuck in their seat, digesting the words they heard. Like me. “Princess Adria Canmore, we request you to take your honorable seat on the throne.”, I hear Sir. Andrew addressing me as he looks at me through the sheer, cloth. Max scoots near me, “Shall we Princess”. I rise from my seat still stunned, as I descend with audible clicks on the marble floor. As I walk in front of the courtroom towards the throne, I see fire; rage evident in the eyes of half the people sitting there, not attempting to hide even the tinge of disbelief that crosses their eyes. “This is absurd, a woman can never rule the kingdom.”, King Benjamin Vernes, stands from his seat. Th
I run a finger along the edge of the throne admiring the beauty under me. It’s ethereal. The gems reflect the lights as my fingers expose them in a tiny pattern to the light above me. The throne speaks power in itself, and as my finger brushes the surface I feel the surge of light in me; a surge to make people understand how rightfully I deserve the power. “Queen Adria”, I hear Max call me, an unexpected emphasis on the word Queen. I look at him, his lopsided smirk in its place as he climbs the stairs to the throne. I look at him mirroring his expression, gliding my hands on the texture of power the laid underneath me. “So Queen Aria, huh”, Max says, as he stands beside the throne. “Yes, the Queen”, I say grinning giddily at the new title.
I barge into Max’s chamber.I see him sitting near the bedside, his eyes moist. I rush to his side, “Max what happened?”, I ask checking him for any injuries - not that he would cry for them, but what if they are serious. He shrugs my hand as he gets up walking to the other side of the room.“Tell me Max what happened? Did anyone hurt you? Tell me I will kill that person.”, I say fuming with anger. He laughs as tears roll down his cheeks.“Yes, You”, he says looking at me.Me.I point at myself, looking for answers in his eyes.“What
Sherlin gets me ready all pretty for the introduction ceremony. The white gown flows through my body clutching me at the right places, accentuating the parts underneath. I look at myself embezzled in the right amount of jewelry.The gold intricate designs woven on the gown, bring out the hazel brown in my eyes, and the plunging neck gives enough amount of luxury to my breast, yet, something is missing. I stare rather suggestive at the piece of fabric on me, as Max trudges into the room smirking.“The Queen’s ready.”, our eyes meet in the mirror, his almost green as the spring.“Something’s missing”. I say as his eyes travel on the fabric. His gaze still burns my skin, more so today as I walked over the lane of my memory the entire night.
My heels click on the marble floor, as I walk frantically across the throne in the courtroom. I hear the door click, the councilmen trudging in as if it was a leisure talk. They take their seats, faces uninterested in the instructions they received before coming here. I sit on the throne drawing my sword to the side and placing the tip on the ground. The council straightens up as they see the sword in my hand. I smirk at the audacity of these men. “I hope you all know the reason why you are here. I would like to hear all your inputs on the situation.”, I say pointing my chin at them to start. “It’s a war, they have fifty-thousand soldiers, we have seventy-five it’s an easy win.”, the war leader chirps in shrugging his shoulders at the input. I frown at the statement,
If wars were won only by power, people wouldn’t need strategies. They are won by wit. The wit, that told me the only way to win this will be - deceit. King Benjamin is not a kid, especially when it comes to war. It’s no secret that we would win this, with seventy thousand army men marching right on his ground. There was more to this war than it showed, something King Benjamin planned to get his way through in this war. I need to find just that something.I place my crown on the pillow, marching towards the meeting suit of the palace. The plan was simple, yet convincing the person will put forward demands. I crane my neck, as the guards open the door to the suite.“General Marcus. Nice to meet you”, I enter greeting the man sitting on the chair in his entire glory. General Marcus, war general to King Benjamin&r
The sun rises, on the day of the full moon. My heartbeat is erratic, nerves clutch onto me in nervous shrieks, as deep breath pounds against my lungs. Max places a hand on my shoulder asking me to calm down. “Max, I have never fought a war.”, I say. He is the only person who can witness my weakness. I know I can beat King Benjamin, but what I am more concerned about is General Marcus. I don’t know what his wits might have prompted him, rather what the betrayer in my kingdom have to feed him. He can turn my way easily, and I need to be careful. “You are strong, you know that. You can take hundreds of King Benjamin’s down.”, I chuckle at his assurance. I take his hands, pulling him to sit down with me, “Your the only person I trust.”, I say placing my head on his shoulde
Every day Max gets up to ask only one question, “How do you know we were going to have a baby girl”, and I just shrug saying, “Mother instincts.”, and he pouts like a child folding his hands over his chest. It's been a year since I am married to this person pouting beside me. The day I came into consciousness, he pulled me down to the temple in the middle of the village, and in the witness of hundreds of people in my kingdom, he married me. There were no huge rituals, customs, or grandiose spread along with the city, and yet it was the happiest day of my life. Since, then it’s been like I am having a second skin that walks, sleeps, and eats by me every second of the day. It was hard to explain to the entire kingdom, what went down in the palace, but I was happy they accepted everything along with me and Max. The coronation was no different. As soon as I was healed, the kingdom decided to crown me as the Queen, and I made sure to give Max, a position that made him stand as my equal
“They are going to kill Adria today”, the healer says as I raise the dagger to pierce into his body. I freeze in my spot listening to his words, as my heart goes into frantic actions. “But, I can help you. I know where they will be taking her. I can help you”, he says and I yank his body up from the ground. “If you lie to me once, I will make sure this dagger settles deep into your heart the very moment.” Threat spills through my words, as his body trembles in my arms. The healer guides me to the dungeon of the palace, “She is in there?”, he says. Dragging his body beside me, I enter the eerie gravel-littered space. I could see trails of blood that run along the floor as if someone was dragged mercilessly on the ground. Something settles along my throat, not letting me breathe properly, as I walk towards the blood-stained floor. As I walk into the depths of the place, I could hear echoes of crying and laughter. Different kinds of heartbeats beat along the walls, but the nearest t
“The yellow potion killed him”“Max, tell me it's a lie and I will believe you”, I say clutching his palm in my hand. The heat radiating from them was comforting, and I nuzzle into his skin to seek comfort from everything that was going on. He pulls his hand away from mine, raising the bottle of the yellow potion to his eye level. A gulp resonates from his throat, his proximity to me letting me hear every tick of his heart. My eyes never leave him, they take in every moment of his muscle. I know he was thinking something, what exactly was never a question because I was waiting to hear he was not guilty. His eyes suddenly trail to the door, as a silhouette shuffles along the window, and he places a hand on my lips. Dipping closer to my ear he whispers, “It’s not me, but act like it's me and throw me out of the chamber.”, he says. I pull back looking at his face relief and confusion playing a weird blend on me. His eyes look at me softly and warmly, telling me he would explain thing
“Yes, she is telling the truth. Evander loved me, he adored me, treated me like the queen I am”, a glint of madness crosses my mother's face as she talks. “But, he was a mere servant who forgot his boundaries. Your father was never available for me Adria, he never used to look past the strategies of war. Even when he needed to satisfy himself, he used to go around hiring women and concubines. I was never enough for him because I couldn't give him a son, but trust me Adria it wasn't my fault, it was your dad. He was incompetent.”, she says as her eyes grow frantic looking everywhere around the room. “Ask anyone? Anyone.”, she says breaking into laughter. “Funny he could never even impregnate one of his concubines, and he used to blame me for not giving him a son”, laughing like a maniac she shuffles to the ground sitting with her head in her hands. “That’s when I found Evander. First I forced him, then blackmailed him in Adria’s and Max’s name, and then when I showed him my broken
“Yes, I love you Adria”, he laughs shaking his head in disappointment as tears roll down his cheeks. “I started following you two years ago. Your every move, your every habit, your every need, and in a blink of an eye I knew your strengths and weakness. I saw how you held yourself high before men, confident and not bowing to them. I saw how you enjoyed it when they feared you, especially after they underestimate you. I saw how you wanted to carve your respect in everyone's mind. But I also saw how you were running from your own mind.”, the tears clutch onto the edge of his lips, as he looks deep into my eyes. “You were running from the one person you love. Eyes speak Adria, and your’s were the loudest when you saw Max, admiring him from afar. And I always wondered why you could never see my brother with those eyes. The dots never connected, if you loved Max, then why did you fool Evander”, dipping his head back a chuckle escapes his lips. “And guess what my answer was just tucked i
TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual abuse, assault, and Graphic abuse.Azrael walks in from the door his face in a mock, his eyes staring me up and down in hatred and it is not what haunts me, it's the other person clinging onto his arm that burns me with rage. I scatter forward but the splinters dig in my skin pulling me back to place. “Oh, look at the Queen all helpless”, mom says as she walks beside Azrael her eyes scattered with a glint at the misery she sees. The phosphene in the air is cut, a sudden cool spreading all over my body relieving me of the pain. I eye the ground breathing at the dwindled pain when I see feet stop mere inches from me. My chin is pinched between fingers so hard that it would probably leave a bruise, as they jerk my face up to look at the person standing before me. His fingers leave my chin. Tracing the cuts on my shoulder blade, Azrael presses his fingers onto the wound, and a hiss leaves from between my lips. “Does it hurt? Tell them sweetheart”, he says, with
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual abuse, assault, and Graphic abuse.The chapter contains scenes of sexual abuse, graphic sexual assault, and other kinds of violence. Readers are requested to skip the part if they do not feel comfortable reading any form of violence. Your mental health is above and beyond anything in this world.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A body crashes into mine from behind, and as if the torture from the front was not enough he started to push his dick into my rear hole. My body had split into two at this point, as the metallic smell in the air grew dense with every passing second. The men used me as they please, in every fucking possible way they could have contorted my body in, and at this point, I was unaware of how many times I had been taken. I could feel them slide in and out, one after the
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual abuse, assault, and Graphic abuse.The chapter contains scenes of sexual abuse, graphic sexual assault, and other kinds of violence. Readers are requested to skip the part if they do not feel comfortable reading any form of violence. Your mental health is above and beyond anything in this world.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I feel my skin melt as the rod touches my body, the pain in me brimming the threshold I could hold until I am shoved away from the gate. “I am not letting you die just yet”, a voice echoes in my ears, and I squint my eyes to look at the face in the orange light that scatters around in the place. My vision clears as the pain from the burn subsides now that the rods were not in direct contact with my skin, and I see the men that dragged me here. I don't know who t
I place my hand over my stomach, as my eyes take in the flatness of it through the mirror. It is just impossible to wrap my head around the possibility that there is a human being growing in there, and that very small being has the flesh of the one person I love the most in the world. A smile crosses my face, the idea of me growing bigger and bulkier with a person in me sounding like a ridiculous tale. My hand caresses the region over the fabric, anticipating what size it will grow, how large, what will I look like, and how will Max… hold me?Will Max ever hold me? My senses wander with the question. The idea of pregnancy is not that absurd, what disturbs me the most is whether I will be able to give this small bean the life they deserve. A twinge of guilt holds me, nervousness picking up at my senses as I think about Max. Something seems off, what exactly is out of the question. But there is an inner voice that somehow yells at me, that something very bad is about to knock on my d