Prologue: The Chronicler - Sex Stories

Prologue: The Chronicler

... ones, and two were clad in the white robes of the battle alchemy labs. About fifteen of them gathered; as I learned later the Queen's "diplomatic corps" contained at least fifty members, not counting the ones sent away on missions, but clearly not everyone was available all the time.

It didn't matter to me of course. As soon as they all lined up, I was unable to think straight. My heart was pounding. They all looked so beautiful, girls that you felt deserved altars to be worshipped at, men at whose feet the worshipped girls would collapse, and boys who looked pretty like girls but had a fire in their eye, promising dark desires; women in whose chest you could bury your face and be happy. More importantly, they all looked at me as if they were eager to please me. Me! Who had been told that I have a boy's ass which combined with my flat chest,'might at least make you popular with some very particular brothel clients.' And that was before I fell into the hands of Amberstrat's slavers.

"First time here?" one of the girls asked. I nodded, and as she took my hand I felt I didn't deserve any of this. She introduced me to each of the people present, all of whom greeted me politely, proclaiming how glad they were I had been saved from that hellhole that was Amberstrat. The little I managed to say was that the Queen appointed me to write her memoirs and that I might have to ask them to verify some bits - that last was meant as a joke, but they agreed to help any way they ...

... could.

Having calmed a little, I pondered my options - I reminded myself that if I did my job, I might be able to try out most of them, but that afternoon, the realisation of my newfound freedom, and more than that, that I actually had a future here, made me want to fully surrender to the moment. I chose Harad, a tall, dark-skinned, lean, and muscular man. The kind of man I never thought would turn to look at me. Most of the rest got back to whatever work they had abandoned to come here. A couple of girls who had nothing planned asked if they could remain and watch. I wanted to say no at first, but then I realised it was far too late to be embarassed.

Harad removed my dress. The guards hadn't bothered to dress me with any undergarments before, and I wondered if it was on purpose. I stood before him, my head at the level of his chest, as he took off his shirt. I put my hands against his body and felt like I was touching a rock. My hand went lower and felt his cock, even harder. I thought this man could break me and wished that he would. He then grabbed my ass and lifted me up like a toy, as I reflexively wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me as if I was all he ever wanted and I could already feel my cunt wet against his stomach. He sat me on top of a drawer and licked my nipples one by one, twitching the other with his fingers, causing me to involuntarily moan like an animal in heat. Once he felt my beat quicken, he knelt down to taste me. As he lowered, I could see the ...