Dirty, Filthy Fantasies- The First Collection Page 4

  “See?” he whispered. “Sometimes it’s worth slowing down and enjoying yourself.”

  “This is not…necessary….” Selenya cooed into his ear even as her fingers clawed at his hair. “All I need...is your…”

  “Seed, yes, I heard you the first nine-hundred times. By the gods, I’ve never met women so averse to enjoying themselves before.” He shook his head and turned towards Basyle. “Scootch a bit closer, sweetheart. I don’t want you to feel left out.”

  She scuttled forward on her knees a few inches until he could easily reach both of them at the same time. While he continued nibbling at Selenya’s breasts and fingering her quim, he reached out to see if Basyle was as wet as her sisters. She was, of course, and he grinned as he slipped a finger inside her as well.

  “You girls make me wish I had two cocks,” he said. “Or four hands…”

  Dravis was so focused upon the women in front of him he didn’t even notice when Khalina crept behind him. She had apparently recovered from her weird trance, and she placed her chin on his shoulder and slowly curled her fingers around his cock.

  “I shall keep you stiff while you pleasure them,” she said into his ear.

  “That’s very thoughtful of you.”

  “It is the least I can do for you, Tirian. You have given me a daughter.”

  “Right,” he mumbled. Selenya and Basyle were still enjoying themselves, but perhaps it was time to see just how far he would let them go. “Why don’t you lean back on the couch for me, hmm?”

  Selenya blinked out of her euphoria and nodded. “You wish to inseminate me, then?”

  “Not quite yet. But trust me, you’ll enjoy it just as much.”

  He slipped his fingers out of her quim and helped her crawl back up onto the divan. She reflexively spread her long, boot-encased legs for him, but Dravis smiled and pushed her knees back down. He crawled up onto the couch and straddled her waist, then gently eased himself down until his cock was resting between her heaving tits.

  “There’s more than one way to make a man spill,” he said, taking hold of her breasts and creating a makeshift vise around his cock. “I’d hate to see these magnificent pillows of yours go to waste.”

  “I do not understand,” Selenya murmured when he started thrusting. “This seems incredibly inefficient.”

  “Again, it’s not always about efficiency. But if you want me to cook up another load for you, you’re going to have to play along.”

  Khalina pressed up against his back again. “I have heard of this technique. While I was visiting Riverbend, a boorish man approached me in the tavern and said he wanted to ‘fuck my tits and decorate my pretty face.’ Is this what he meant?”

  Dravis grunted. “Yep. I assume you didn’t let him.”

  “I did not. I tested his seed, but he was not as virile as I’d hoped.”

  The mental image of her sucking off some dolt in a bar was almost enough to make him spill right then and there, but he managed to contain himself. “Honey, you need me more than you think. There’s a lot I need to teach you.”

  “I’ve no doubt,” Khalina said. “Sister, you should squeeze your breasts together for him. It will create additional friction and drive him towards climax.”

  “Ah, of course,” Selenya said, removing his hands and replacing them with her own. She then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. “Is this better?”

  “Much,” Dravis said, pumping more fiercely. “But don’t worry—I won’t waste a single drop of seed. When I feel it coming, I’ll ram him inside you and give you what you want.”

  “That won’t be necessary,” Khalina said. “If you spill upon her skin, Sister Basyle can still perform a spell to fertilize her egg before your seed becomes inert.”

  Dravis blinked. “What?”

  “Khalina is right,” Basyle said, standing and strolling around just behind Selenya’s head. “You may ejaculate externally if that is your preference.”

  Khalina leaned in closer to his ear and wrapped her arms around his chest. “What she is means is that you’re free to decorate Selenya’s pretty face if that is what you wish.”

  “Well fuck, it is now…”

  His cock throbbed in delight. Every time it neared Selenya’s mouth, she licked at the tip with her tongue. Dravis was half tempted to jam it down her throat, if only for a moment, but then he glanced back down at her flopping tits and thrust even harder. A part of him wanted to ask how in the hell they thought they could get pregnant like this, but he kept his mouth shut. They were the ones obsessed with insemination—if this didn’t work, it was really their problem and not his. Just the thought of Selenya’s high cheekbones and ruby red lips splattered with his seed was almost enough to push him over the edge…

  “Please, I want to see you spill on my sister,” Khalina cooed into his ear as her fingernails dug into his chest. “Cover her with your seed!”

  “Anything for you, sweetheart…”

  Dravis exploded with a scream and a shudder. His first jet blasted off Selenya’s upper lip and onto her nose; his second was even more powerful somehow, arching all the way up to her forehead and landing right between her sparkling green eyes. His third and fourth covered the rest of her lips and chin, while his fifth left glistening trails up her pale neck.

  To Selenya’s credit, she didn’t wince or turn away or even shut her eyes. She just laid there in place, panting breathlessly and smiling so wide he couldn’t help but grin back.

  “I had a feeling you’d enjoy that,” Dravis said, staring down at his handiwork with pride. For his third offering of the day, he’d still produced an impressive amount.

  “I can feel its energy, its power…” Selenya rasped. “Thank you, male.”

  “Anytime, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle. These sluts might have been crazy, but at least they were the right kind of crazy. The hero worship, the naivety, the willingness to try new things…a man could get used to this.

  Dravis slumped off of her and sank into Khalina’s waiting arms. She gently ran the fingers of her left hand through his short hair while her right crawled back down to his wilting cock. She scooped the last few residual strands of semen from the tip and promptly shoveled them into her mouth.

  “It remains potent,” she said. “Hurry, sister, before its strength wanes!”

  Basyle leaned up onto the couch and squatted down over Selenya’s head. For a moment, Dravis couldn’t actually believe what he was seeing, but then it happened—Basyle slid her hands down to her quim, held open the folds with her fingertips, and then slowly straddled her sister’s splattered face.

  Exhausted or not, the site was enough to make his cock twinge yet again. But then Basyle’s eyes began to glow softly as she whispered the words to a spell, and a moment later she began scrubbing her cunt across Selenya’s face like it was a broom.

  “What in the bloody hell?” Dravis breathed.

  It was ludicrous and tantalizing at the same time. After about twenty seconds, Basyle abruptly stood. She clamped her hand over her quim and closed her eyes like she had just entered some kind of trance.

  “I pray we were fast enough,” Selenya said, leaning up. Her cheeks and lips were wet with her sister’s juices, but all of his semen was gone aside from a few glistening pearls on her neck.

  “You girls really need to take this act to Highwind,” Dravis muttered. “You could make a bloody fortune…”

  None of the priestesses even looked at him; Khalina and Selenya were both staring intently at Basyle. Eventually the senior priestess reopened her eyes and smiled.

  “It worked,” she declared. “The goddess has blessed us with another daughter!”

  The other two women gasped in delight, and Selenya rushed forward to embrace her sister. Dravsis watched them for a moment, still perplexed, before he slumped back even deeper into Khalina’s arms. He felt like he had fought fifty orcs this morning rather than five. His body hadn’t been this weary in as long as he could remember, possibly ever, which was strange considering he’d definitely spilled more than three times in a day before. Just a few months ago he’d pumped four separate loads into the Knight-Commander’s daughter before he’d finally snuck out of her chamber in the middle of the night.

  Perhaps the magic in that oil of theirs was responsible. Whatever the case, he honestly wasn’t sure if he could fuck them again right now…

  Khalina continued stroking his hair. “You are everything I hoped for and more, Tirian.”

  “Just doing my duty,” Dravis said, reaching up to touch her cheek. “Protecting the fair damsels of the realm and all.”

  Her smile was so bright and innocent he almost forgot she was a crazy cultist who had practically begged him to fuck her throat thirty seconds after they’d met. “I do regret that I wasted time and energy testing your virility, though. I should have trusted my instincts and brought you the temple right away.”

  He frowned. “It wasn’t a waste of time or energy, believe me. And I know you enjoyed it, too.”

  “I did, very much. But if you hadn’t spilled so much seed in my mouth, perhaps you’d be less fatigued.”

  “I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Dravis assured her. “I just need to relax a bit.”

  “Let me get the oil again,” Khalina said. “Once you’ve recuperated, you can inseminate Selenya.”

  “I’d love to, sweetheart,” he said, grabbing her wrist before she could turn away, “but I’m not convinced your little potion will be enough this time. You ladies are taking everything out of me!”

  Selenya turned away from Basyle and raced over to his side, her face creased in concern. “There must be enough left,” she said, touching his cock again. “Is there anything we can do to stimulate you?”

  “Oh, I can think about a thousand things,” Dravis murmured. Before his imagination could run completely wild, however, he just smiled and patted both women on their arms. “At this point, I think maybe it is just time you ladies did a bit of the work yourselves. You know, just to be fair.”

  Khalina and Selenya shared a confused glance. “What do you mean?”

  He grinned. “Let’s start by helping me lie down properly on this thing.”

  He shifted around on the divan until he was lying flat on his back. He was embarrassed at how much he needed to rely on them to move, but every muscle in his body had turned to mush. Thankfully they were stronger than they looked.

  “There we go,” he said, leaning his head back on the pillow. “I hate to say it, but I might just need a nap before we continue…”

  “That would not be wise,” Selenya warned.

  Dravis frowned. “What, are you planning on knifing me in my sleep?”

  “No.”

  He frowned up at the two women as they shared a look. He needed to stop forgetting who he was dealing with—he shouldn’t put anything past religious fanatics. Plenty of normal women had tried to stab him before, after all, though ironically that was usually because he’d spilled inside them…

  Still, he wasn’t actually worried. They were way too frisky and desperate to try anything, though he did have a feeling they were going to try and guilt him into sticking around and raising their “daughters” at some point, no matter how much they denied it. That was the exact moment when he was going to sprint for his horse and not look back. Hopefully Corwin was doing his job and keeping them ready.

  “Just relax and allow the oil to work,” Khalina soothed. She ran her fingernails across his chest while Selenya began smearing more of the liquid across his cock. As before, it was strangely hot and cold at the same time, and he closed his eyes and let her fingers work their magic.

  “I believe he still possesses sufficient seed to inseminate me,” Selenya said after a moment as she gently cupped his balls. “He will need to spill directly inside me, however.”

  “I hope that’s all right,” Khalina said, kneeling in close enough he could taste her breath. “I was actually looking forward to you decorating my face as well.”

  Dravis’s cock throbbed again. This time it almost hurt. “Another day, sweetheart,” he said, brushing the back of her cheek with his hand. “I promise I’ll make you look even more beautiful.”

  She smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Basyle and Selenya audibly gasped, which was strange as hell but easy to ignore when Khalina’s tongue entwined with his. Her lips were so warm and soft it was no surprise how good it had felt to slide his cock between them. She was so passionate, so loving, that he knew he’d been right with his prediction earlier: women never forgot the first man who made them cum. If he walked into this temple five years from now, she would probably tear off her thong and drop to her knees without a moment’s hesitation.

  “Sister Khalina…” Basyle scolded.

  Khalina finally pulled away. “I apologize. But he….are you certain we cannot keep him?”

  “You know the rules, sister. The Goddess commands us to do what needs to be done.”

  Dravis licked at his lips and frowned again. “What is all this about?”

  “I am not supposed to kiss you,” Khalina said solemnly. “We are forbidden to build an emotional connection with the fathers of our children.”

  “That’s…kind of fucked up, don’t you think?” he asked. “All the girls working at the Temple of the Love Goddess in Highwind would disagree.”

  “The Eternal Lady is not concerned with ‘love,’ only procreation,” Selenya said. “This does not normally concern our male donors. Are you different?”

  “Is that a trick question?” When all three women offered him a blank stare, he scoffed and shook his head. “What am I saying? Of course it wasn’t…”

  “Please, just focus on the task at hand,” Basyle said, finally shifting out of her weird trance and stepping back over to the divan. “Sister Selenya is not yet fertilized.”

  Dravis grunted and glanced back down to his half-wilted cock. “Well, I’m afraid that oil of yours might not be enough this time. You girls are going to have to get creative.”

  Selenya leaned down over his waist and began softly licking the tip. Basyle joined her a moment later, and Dravis felt a rush of blood flow back into his tired member. It wasn’t enough, however, and he didn’t understand why. The sight of two gorgeous red-heads worshipping his cock should have been more than sufficient to get him hard. How he could possibly be this exhausted already…

  Khalina stroked his hair and brought her lips down to his ear. “When I visited your city, I spent a great deal of time watching the women you call ‘whores’ coax the seed from their patrons. It was a fascinating experience.”

  “I’ll bet,” Dravis murmured.

  “On occasional, physical stimulation proved insufficient. In these cases, the whore would often revert to speaking softly into the ear of her male, describing actions she had taken or was about to take with him.”

  He grinned. “You mean dirty talk?”

  “A curious phrase, but yes. I have noticed that this technique appears to work on you as well.”

  “Well, there’s something special about a pretty girl whispering into your ear and describing all the ways you’re about to fuck her.”

  “I believe I understand,” Khalina said. “Truth be told, a part of me wishes that your seed had not taken root just yet. I would have enjoyed feeling you inside me again.”

  “I’d like that too, sweetheart.”

  “Even now I can still feel the echoes of your phallus twinging deep inside me,” she went on. “I wonder what it would feel like if you took me in a different position. Or to have you spill deep inside my bowels.”

  “We’ll just have to find out someday,” Dravis said, chuckling. Khalina was obviously the adventurous one in the group. He really needed to come up with a way to keep her around for a while. She wouldn’t start showing for weeks, after all. He could have a lot of fun with her in that time…

  “Many of the men I met in Highwind seemed obsessed with my ass,” she said. “Slapping it, groping it, constantly saying how much they wanted to fuck it…it was all very curious. The other women seemed bothered by their behavior, but I didn’t mind.”

  “Another reason you’re special, sweetheart. You’re…ahhh…” Dravis bit down on his lip and moaned as Selenya swallowed his cock all the way to the hilt. Apparently none of these sluts had a gag reflex.

  “I imagine the other knights in your order must be quite virile as well,” Khalina said. “Do you think they would wish to fuck me?”

  “Honey, any man worth a damn would want to fuck you the moment he laid eyes on you,” Dravis said. His cock was finally hard again, but Selenya and Basyle didn’t seem interested in stopping. They bobbed down on him one after the other. The only thing that would have been more arousing is they had started kissing each other afterwards.

  “When this is over, maybe I’ll take you back to Highwind,” Dravis said. “I have some friends in the order…they’d love to join in.”

  “That sounds wonderful,” Khalina replied. She appeared to be rubbing furiously at her quim, which almost made him cum right then and there. “You could take turns spilling upon me…or inside me. Either way, I believe I would enjoy it immensely.”

  “I’d make sure of it,” Dravis said, touching her chin. “But if your sister still wants some tonight, she had better mount me quick.”

  Selenya abruptly pulled her lips from his cock and smiled. Her mouth was dripping with spit, oil, and semen in roughly equal measure. “You are ready, male?”

  “Ready and willing.”

  She swung her long, slender leg over the divan and straddled him. Basyle helpfully guided his swollen cockhead to her sister’s waiting quim, and he slipped inside without the slightest resistance.

  “Gods have mercy,” Dravis breathed. “How in the hell are you all so damn tight?”

  He still lacked the strength to thrust on his own, but thankfully he didn’t need to. Selenya took full control, bouncing atop his lap and churning her hips. The movement of her taught abdomen was mesmerizing, and no woman had ever rode him with such single-minded fervor.

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