Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03 - Sex Stories

Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03

... growls.

Oh, what a triumph it was to conquer such a man.

After two more of those brutal thrusts, he at last surrendered. My eyes lit up at the sensation of him spurting deep within me, and I moaned with glee at the way his hands clutched at my neck and hip. He cursed and growled in a guttural foreign tongue, his mighty thrusts devolving into slow, soft movements.

Panting, he brushed his lips over the back of my neck. I grinned and leaned my head over my shoulder, licking at his jaw.

The man who'd worked his fingers over my sex brushed the red feather against my cheek. Glancing over, I laughed at the sight of that impudent man who'd promised to use my ass.

"Of course it was you," I said with a playful growl.

"Right place, right time."

Without a word, the big brute slipped out of me, before grabbing my hips and lowering me onto a nearby couch. A dark-skinned man had a slender woman bent over the armrest of the couch, plowing into her from behind.

I barely paid them any mind at all as my next lover approached. Grinning, he slid his trousers down, exposing a hard and delicious-looking prick. I murmured with anticipation as he dripped oil onto his cock.

Licking my lips, I reached out and took hold of his shaft, stroking him and spreading the oil about.

Someone handed over a pillow, which I slipped beneath me, tilting my ass up and giving my lover greater access to my body.

"By the dead gods, you are a sight to behold," he murmured, brushing his ...

... hands over my thighs, his eyes dancing over my heaving chest.

"You came here to fuck, not to gawk," I said with a playful glare, tightening my hand around his cock for a moment.

He shuddered beneath my grasp and leaned down, looming over me. I released his shaft and wrapped one arm around his neck, holding him close while the tip of his cock prodded at my ass. Grinning down at me, he circled his oil-soaked prick against my hole.

My free hand reached down, running my fingers over my clit. A lazy, contended smile played across my face. The gentle teasing of his cock and the efforts of my fingers would probably be enough to make me climax before long.

I took a deep breath to center myself. For the first time since I'd stepped into the manor, I smelled something other than the sweet scent of the incense.

Smoke.

I blinked.

My lover glanced over his shoulder, slipping the tip of his cock out of my ass. Fear banished my pleasure and I bolted upright.

A scream burst through the haze of smoke. Something thudded against the ceiling. Wood shattered. Splinters and shards rained down.

My lover leaned down, covering my body with his and taking the full pelting of the debris.

"Is it them?" the mainlander hissed through the mist.

"Them?" I repeated, my fear erupting into a raging fire.

By the dead gods...had this all been some sort of plot?

I kneed the man in the gut, forcing him off of me. Whoever he was, whatever he wanted, it didn't matter. All that ...