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

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

... stood up once her orifices were sufficiently marinated. He slapped her hard on her juicy rump and she moaned like a wanton whore. “Yes!” she screamed. “Spank my ass! Take your coin’s worth!” Valeriya rolled her ass in a teasing circular motion and received another stinging smack, then another, and another. Soon her cream white ass had turned cherry red. But the king didn’t stop, and neither did Valeriya. She kept pushing her ass back for more after each loud smack. Her shapely buns jiggled with every sizzling impact of Durriken’s open palms. Suddenly something large was being shoved inside her twat. Valeriya moaned at the pleasure of her slippery sheath being stretched. What’s that?! It felt like a cock, but not like any cock she expected on a Cincuman. “Oowwe … ’tis big!” she groaned. It was massive. “What did you think slattern?” Durriken grabbed her flanks and shoved himself inside her completely. “That every Cincuman is as needle-dicked as my whelp?” The king grunted as he bottomed out, then pulled out several fat inches and drove in again. He brutalized Valeriya’s tight, pink paradise with deep, powerful thrusts. Her reddened buttocks were hot against his stomach. Valeriya pulled one booted foot out of her chainmail panties, then spreading her feet but joining her knees together, she braced them against the divan and lowered her rear end further so that Durriken could get at her pussy better. The relative coldness of his hairy belly felt nice against her tender ...

... buttocks. And the stretching of her vagina was incredible. Valeriya wasn’t filled this good since her self-inflicted rape by that troll near Thale. Valeriya shoved her ass back on the kingly impaler again and again, and every time Durriken met her staunchly. “How’s that pussy?” she teased. “Good enough for 50 dragons?” She grunted and took his full length again. “48 dragons and 75 harts,” corrected the king breathlessly. He pulled his hips back and impaled her love mound with his manly thickness again. “Good enough and more, if you can just kill that bastard.” “Don’t you worry about that ,” Valeriya sounded more confident than she felt. Durriken let go of her hips and grabbed one of her legs. He pulled it up so it was parallel to the rug covered floor. She had to put more weight on her hands to balance her body on one leg, but this position allowed the king deeper penetration, which in turn increased her pleasure. Valeriya tried clenching onto his love pump, but it was too thick. The marsh-king piston-fucked her leaking twat for five more minutes—kneading and clawing the firm flesh of her shapely thigh in his possession—before the blonde shuddered with a strong orgasm. Valeriya’s limbs gave way and she slid off his fleshy pole and collapsed onto the divan. But Durriken gave her no quarter. Valeriya was pulled up forcibly by her ponytail and forced down on her knees, directly facing his crotch. Valeriya’s lovely blue-gray eyes bulged in disbelief at the sight of the monster that had ...