Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03 - Sex Stories

Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03

... eyes, however, shone like beacons within the mist.

Staring back at me, he tore off his belt and took a firm hold of my hip. His other hand reached between my legs, brushing over the nectar unleashed by his friend's efforts. I shivered at his touch and then again when I felt the tip of his cock brush over my folds.

For a few moments he simply teased me, rocking that thick crown up and down over my sex, just barely grazing it over my dripping entrance.

"I'm not going to beg," I snarled through clenched teeth. "If you keep this up, I'll cast you aside and grant a red feather to someone less obstinate."

"So be it," he growled.

A simple tilt of his hips...and he was inside me. I cried out, my cheek pressing against the rough stone, my eyes fluttering as my desperate cunt embraced him all the way to the hilt.

After allowing me a few moments to adjust, he pulled back, let out another growl, and began to claim me.

My fingers scraped against the stone, struggling for anything to hold onto, anything to steady myself against that brutal onslaught. My cries turned to weak, desperate little chirps and whimpers as his powerful hips crashed against my backside.

A more considerate lover might have reached around to tend to my clit, but that brute only wanted to use me. I was a tool, a plaything...

By the dead gods, how I loved it.

I mewled and wailed against the wall, my legs shaking, my toes curling. Were it not for his steady grip I surely would have ...

... slid down to the floor. Drool leaked from my lips and ran down the wall. Sweat rolled down my heaving breasts. My dark curls flailed through the air as thrust after thrust stole my breath.

"Someone," I sputtered out. "Someone step forward. I don't care who."

A shadowy figure emerged from the mist to my right. Man, woman...I couldn't tell. Nor did I care. All that mattered was getting over the edge. My shaking hand tore a red feather from the little pouch and shoved it at the would-be supplicant.

"Fingers between my legs. Now."

My mysterious benefactor obeyed at once. Rough fingers slipped down, caressing the spots that had been so expertly licked a few minutes before. That sudden new sensation along with the brutal thrusts from the mainlander were all I required.

I let out a hoarse, shaky cry as I came, my fingers scratching against the dusty stone. True to the mainlander's promise, my eyes watered beneath the assault of those sensations. My hips rocked and writhed back against him.

If I'd have known his name, I surely would have screamed it out.

As my senses and wits returned, I felt his cock pulse and twitch inside me. Those powerful hips shuddered against my rear.

I grinned, licking my lips.

He was close.

I batted away the hand that had teased at my sex, braced both of my hands against the wall, and rocked back against the mainlander. A scarred hand clutched the back of my neck. My grin widened as a weak little sob broke through his heavy ...