Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03 - Sex Stories

Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03

... could do so, the other masked man returned, bearing a little vial.

My eyes narrowed.

"And what is that?" I asked, half-moaning.

"Oil," he said in a casual tone as he took his seat.

I blinked, my senses dulled by the sweet scent of the incense and the fire roaring through my body.

"For what purpose?"

"So I can fuck your ass when my friends are finished with you."

Several of the onlookers laughed. Torn between irritation at his impudence and grudging admiration for his confidence, I affixed him with a glare before turning my full attention back to the man between my legs.

Moans of other worshipers rippled through the mist. From my right came the wild sounds of a woman approaching climax and the impact of flesh upon flesh. Behind me rose the whining pleas of a desperate man intermixed with a woman's muffled laughter.

After a few deep breaths I forgot all about the wicked sounds around me, focusing fully on the sensations pulsing from my sex.

By the dead gods, that man must have had impeccable self-control to taste so many women and not try to seek his own pleasure. Perhaps I'd sate his needs before allowing anyone else to use me...

The big man leaned down, his breath hot and rough against my ear.

"I can see how wet he's making you," he growled. "Good. You'll need that."

"I can revoke that red feather at any time," I hissed back through clenched teeth.

Perhaps as an apology, or perhaps as a means of tormenting me further, he flicked his ...

... tongue against the side of my neck.

That little sensation, combined with the efforts of that wicked tongue against my sex, set me off within moments. My fingers dug into the scalp of the man between my legs as my toes curled against his back. The crowd cheered, drowning out the sound of my rising moans and desperate cries. The table shook beneath me as I bucked upwards, the frenzied motions sending morelorkaa pieces scattering to the floor.

I went rigid as the storm took hold, my thighs quaking before clenching against my lover's cheeks. My cries shifted into low and needy sobs. After a few long and breathless moments, I finally exhaled before letting out a sudden shriek that tore through the haze of red mist.

The cheers intensified as I flopped back onto the table. The man between my legs rose, wiped his lips clean, and vanished into the red mist without a word. I mewled at his absence before letting out a sudden squeak as the burly mainlander grabbed my hips and lifted me from the table.

Given the weakness in my legs unleashed by that orgasm, I would have tumbled to the ground were it not for his powerful grasp. As cheers rose from the other worshipers, he gently shoved me against the wall. Too delirious with need, I didn't care at all about the discomfort of my cheek against the ancient stone.

As his feet forced my ankles apart, I looked over my shoulder. The increasingly thick cloud of incense prevented me from seeing much of his muscular frame. His blue ...