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

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

... her body was submitting to the wonderful specimen of manhood. …But the fucker is big, I’ll give him that. She bit her full, pouty lips—grunting every time his tree stump of a cock lodged itself inside her innards and his groin smashed against her upraised buttocks—and rode through the pain until her asshole loosened enough for her to start enjoying the royal shag. Then there was no holding her back. Valeriya matched him stroke for stroke, milking his mulish trout every time it snaked out of her rectum—desperate for that thick, white chowder. The marsh-king plundered her bowels fast and hard for several more minutes before his cock started spurting inside her clenching channel—but he didn’t stop. He kept pistoning her ass with his lathered girth, lubing her poop chute with a liberal coating of frothing white cream. The king stopped thrusting when he couldn’t hold onto his erection any longer, and then pulled himself free with a soft plop. But Valeriya still held herself up, back arched, ass raised. She parted her legs a little to show the king her holes. Her sweaty buns were slightly parted and her swollen back hole was clearly visible—dripping gooey semen down her shaved vulva. Valeriya pushed with her bowels and more royal sperm gushed out with a wet fart. “Oops!” she giggled. “Fucking beautiful!” King Durriken roared with elation and slapped her ass hard, then leaned down and picked up his trident. Valeriya felt a cold, smooth ball-shaped object pressing between her ass ...

... cheeks and looked back over her shoulder. The king was going to push the bottom end of his trident into her asshole. Valeriya moaned lasciviously, somehow she found the act very erotic. The Golden Trident was a sacred artifact to the Cincumen. The ball at the bottom was nearly as big as Durriken’s cock-head. But the shaft was slimmer. Valeriya didn’t struggle as the king pushed his holy badge of divine dominion through her sore and abused anal hole. The cold metal traveling up her tired rectum felt rather soothing. She sighed with contentment and dropped her shoulders to the divan, but raised her rear end higher still by pushing with her knees, now that Durriken’s bulk was off her back. The belle reached between her thighs and started playing with her pussy. The king slowly pumped his trident in and out of her ass, taking care not to bruise her innards, feeding her almost a foot of the cold, hard metal. The rod faced no obstruction in her cum-slicked passage. Valeriya came before the marsh-king counted his hundredth stroke. King Durriken penetrated her backside deeply with his Golden Trident. “And thus I anoint thee—Protector over the Cincu Marshlands,” he intoned melodramatically, devouring the panting young woman with his eyes. His trouser snake had once again regained its spirit. “Thank you, my king,” mumbled Valeriya wearily. Author’s note: This is the third installation of a protracted series of fifteen chapters that I had originally written for my blog. Back in Bonds is ...