The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 3/15 - Sex Stories

The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 3/15

... “Done! We have a deal, then.” The king slapped his right knee elatedly and got up to his marsh-feet. “Go to your chambers, dear maid, and prepare for me. I’ll give my queen the slip and come to you anon.” * * * There was a furtive knock on the door. “Come in,” bid Valeriya. It had been almost an hour since she returned to her allotted chamber. She had no trouble finding her room, the king’s palace wasn’t that big—though it was rather warm and cozy. And the room she had been provided with was reasonably spacious and quaintly-appointed—well-lit by a small chandelier. The door parted and Durriken wiggled through. He was still carrying his heavy trident. “So, my lusty Ilimniri assassin, have you prepared for me?” he queried cheerfully. She had. Valeriya had emptied her bowels and lubricated her anus with scented oil. “Yes my king,” she replied deferentially. Once she had calmed down, Valeriya decided that it wasn’t so bad. A king was a king. No matter how weak. It could prove useful for her cause to befriend a couple of them. It was her ultimate goal to kill one, after all. “Marvelous!” the marsh-king cheered. “Now, get out of your … swimwear so I can see the rest, not that there’s much left to see, mind—but I do wish to see it desperately.” It seemed the king knew his stuff. Bikinis, though primarily used by slavers to display female flesh, it was not their own invention. Barbarian warmaidens of particularly sluttish nature had always worn them in one form or another. But ...

... fifty years or so ago, the silken versions of it had become rather popular among the noble ladies of the Garden Kingdoms as the preferred attire for splashing around in their private pools. Valeriya complied. The golden-haired warrior undid her bra and tossed it to the antique divan she had been sitting upon. Then she turned around and slowly slid her panties down her long, heavenly legs—bending down from the hips and giving him a mind-blowing view of her lush posterior. Valeriya remained bent over, legs straight, holding the bikini bottom at her ankles. The king rushed to her and kneeled behind her. Setting his trident down, he buried his face between her curved buns. He slobbered everywhere, from her tailbone to her engorged clitoris. But mainly he focused on her perfumed anus. Parting her firm, round cheeks with his hands, he made out with her asshole. He kissed it, licked it, and pushed his tongue deep inside it. Valeriya moaned with pleasure as her sphincter was repeatedly violated by the marsh-king’s warm and soggy tongue. Valeriya rubbed her buttocks on the king’s face and he deeply inhaled her heady aroma. “Ouch!” The sweet nymph squealed in surprise. The king had just bit her on the ass. It didn’t hurt much, just took her by surprise. She giggled breathily and shoved her perfect behind back on his face. His beard was tickly on her snatch. Valeriya had dropped her panties and set her hands down on the divan’s seat, fending off the assault of Durriken’s tongue. The king ...