Insatiable (Rough Bondage & Voyeurism) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 8) (2 page)

Klea began to relax. These obviously weren’t the horses the king had told her about, they were just some sweet horses chained up in the courtyard for what Klea was sure was a good reason.
 

Down below, the brunet’s horse was nuzzling him more and more insistently, and the third horse, the middle one, had also gravitated to him, gently pushing at his back with its muzzle. The man stepped backward, away from it, but the first horse had begun to push at his hips with its nose. Then, the horse took his loincloth in its teeth and tore it off of the guard.

“Hey!” he said, and backed away, but at the sight of his flaccid cock something very strange seemed to happen to the horse. Its mane got longer and its neck began to grow, its ears to shrink. Two lumps grew out of its chest, and then, before Klea quite had time to blink, the horse had become a human woman, wearing tattered linens that barely concealed her body, still chained by the neck to the wall with a long bronze chain.

The guard smiled. The woman smiled back. Behind him, the other woman was doing the same, transforming from horse to woman, and a few seconds later, the horse nuzzling the blond man was a woman as well, now running her hands over his chest. All three women looked almost exactly the same: long auburn hair and pretty faces, exaggerated hourglass shapes with slim waists and wider hips, and some of the largest, most buoyant breasts Klea had ever seen. They certainly put her own medium-sized ones to shame, and to boot, they were beautifully round, full, and perky. Klea wanted to grab with with both hands and knead them. She wondered if something was holding them up, but the women’s clothing looked like it was hanging on by threads, draping over their shoulders and barely concealing their nipples, the white linen encircling their waists and just barely coming down past their nether regions.

Instantly, she could see that the two guards had erections under their thin loincloths. The women below giggled, touched their hair. One put a single finger in her mouth in a way that even Klea had to admit was alluring.

Klea had a very bad feeling about this.
Maneaters
, the king had said, and at the time she’d taken that literally but maybe she shouldn’t have. There was more than one kind of maneater, after all.

“Watch out!” she shouted down. “They’re maneaters!”

This time, the guards ignored her completely. Maybe they couldn’t hear her over the sounds of their own boners, Klea thought as she watched the women advance.

One women approached the brunet guard, tossed her hair behind her, and ran her hands down her body, from shoulders to knees. She said something that Klea couldn’t hear and the guard responded, then she leaned slightly forward and ran her hands over both humongous breasts, rubbing herself through the thin, tattered fabric, tilting her head back with her mouth open, eyes closed, and Klea could hear her moan. The guard reached toward him and she playfully batted his hand away, then ran a finger below the strip of fabric around her waist, smiling a teasing smile. He said something again and she turned around, looked over her shoulder and bent over to touch the ground, back straight, ass stuck straight up in the air.
 

She wiggled it and the guard reached for her again, touched her on her firm, round ass, before she backed away again, this time wagging a single finger at him. This time she scooped up both breasts in her hands, squeezing and lifting, the tatters still covering her, somehow, kneading, jiggling them for the guard who watched, goggle-eyed. Her hands went down, under the fabric at her waist, lifted it outward as she wiggled more.

She really wiggled a lot, Klea thought to herself, stationed on the balcony above, watching, where no one took any notice of her whatsoever, wondering whether she should be taking lessons from this enormously-titted seductress.

The woman finally took a step toward the guard, stretching the chain that still held her neck, and then stood still. She said something and the guard instantly reached both hands for her bosom, squeezing and groping and then burying his face in her magnificent breasts and she tilted her head back and moaned.

The other two women, closer to the blond guard, had started making out with each other. They were almost identical to the first woman, down to the tiny waists, round, firm asses, huge, perky breasts and tatters of white linen fabric. One woman traced her finger down the other’s body from collarbone to hip and then back up, delicately circling the nipple with her fingertip, making the other woman moan. She progressed to kissing the other woman’s neck, now taking both breasts in her hands, running her fingers over the nipples, over the fabric, pinching and pulling, lifting and kneading.

The woman doing the kneading looked over at the blond guard, whose erection tented his loincloth, then she lifted a piece of fabric, licked a nipple, and put the fabric back over. The other woman, whose nipples were being licked, reached around and caressed the first woman’s ass, squeezing.

Then, she flipped the script, turned the other woman around so her back was facing the first woman and looked at the man over her shoulder. From behind she ran her hands up and down the woman’s body, caressing her breasts, tracing over the thin fabric barely covering everything. The woman in front moaned, and the woman behind her slipped one hand below the fabric around her waist, then looked at the guard and licked her lips.

Finally, she crooked one finger at the blond guard, who practically leapt the three feet to the women, taking one breast from each into his hands as they began kissing each other again.

The first guard, the brunet, still had his face buried in the woman’s oversize bosom as she pressed her breasts against his head, moaning. His hands reached around and grabbed and squeezed her ample ass, and the shout
Yes!
Floated up to where Klea could hear it. Her own cunt began to open and ache, the blood rushing down from watching these wanton women have their way with the guards. Maybe it wasn’t even dangerous that they were maneaters, and the king had just wanted these two guards to have a nice vacation.

The woman said something to the brunet guard, and he looked up at her, then stood. Right away she was down on her knees, collar and chain stretched from the wall, tossing his loincloth away. Klea watched her flick her tongue over the head of his cock as he moaned, thrusting his hips toward her, but the woman continued to flick at it with her tongue, sometimes moving it around. She heard the guard say
suck my cock
but couldn’t hear anything else as the woman took the head of it into her mouth, then back out, then swirled her tongue around again. She did it again, and again, and then grasped the base of it with one hand and said something to the man. He nodded as she swirled her tongue again.

Then, all in one motion she took the whole cock into her mouth, moving her lips all the way down to the root of his cock. From her angle, Klea could see the woman’s throat move as she deep throated him, and then move again as she drew her head back. The guard put both hands on her head and pushed her face down again, this time pausing when she’d reached the end. He groaned and then let her back up but then moved her head back again. This time, when he paused, his entire cock in her mouth and throat, Klea saw the woman’s tongue dart out and over his testicles and the man growled again.

The other two women had sandwiched the blond guard between them, and he had a look of pure bliss on his face, rubbing and jiggling one woman’s enormous breasts, bending his head down to suck at the nipples and bury his face in them as she other woman, behind him, had his cock in one hand, the other on his chest and rubbed her hard nipples across his back. As Klea watched the guard reached back with one hand to grab a firm handful of her ass, making the woman gasp in delight.

Together, the women released him and slowly, playfully, pushed him to the ground. One knelt over his chest, facing him, and then lowered her breasts onto either side of his cock. Then she pushed them together, encircling his flesh in hers, and began fucking him with them. She said something Klea couldn’t hear and the guard said something back, and then the other woman knelt behind her and began rubbing her pussy from behind. The first woman moaned as she moved her bosom up and down along the man’s shaft, the two orbs glistening in the light as the other woman worked at her. The man, totally prone, grabbed at handfuls of grass and moaned, thrashing his head from left to right.

Klea was mesmerized. She’d never been able to fuck anyone with her breasts, but this woman was doing it like a pro: the two enormous spheres moving up and down, pert, hard nipples pointing outward, the man’s member almost entirely disappeared between them as he groaned, obviously getting closer to orgasm with every downward thrust of her chest.

The, the woman titfucking him stopped, and both women moved away for a second. The other woman knelt over him, this time facing his feet and, with no preamble, pushed his whole cock into her mouth. Klea could see her throat move as well as she blew him fast, cock pumping in and out of her eager mouth, head bobbing up and down, mouth wide. The other woman knelt behind her, tits in the man’s face, and began licking her pussy from behind, lapping gently, letting the man watch. He was moaning nonstop now, little snatches of words coming up to Klea.
Lick that pussy clean, you like that cock you little whore?

Finally, at the brunet guard, that woman took his cock out of her mouth and stood. She led him to the wall, stood three feet away, then braced her hands against it and looked over her shoulder, back arched, ass out. The guard walked up and took both cheeks in his hands, squeezing the soft flesh as she egged him on. Suddenly, with their voices bouncing up the wall, Klea could hear them very well.

“I want your cock inside me,” the woman was saying as the guard said nothing, just squeezed and squeezed. His hands moved around to her font. “Ohhhh,” she said. “I want your cock deep in my pussy. I need your cock. Please, god, please just fuck me.”

With one motion, hands now on her hips, he drove his member into her waiting cunt and a wail of ecstasy rose, echoing around the chamber. Klea saw the other two look up, one with a cock in her mouth and the other with her face buried in first’s cunt, before they went back to their threesome.

“Fill me up,” the woman shouted. “Give me that big hard dick.”

The guard complied, pumping in and out slowly at first but soon coming to match the woman’s frenzy.

“Harder!” she shouted. “
Harder
.” Klea could hear the wet slap of their bodies together. The man thrust so hard he nearly lost his balance, all as the woman screamed encouragement, rubbing her own breasts, looking over her shoulder and grabbing one ass cheek, pulling it aside, slapping it herself.

“You like that, you slut?” he asked. “Take it like you deserve.”

The woman just moaned in response.

The blond guard, mounted by the other two women, was unmistakably near orgasm, breathing shallowly in little gasps. The woman blowing him pushed her face down onto his cock one more time, throat bulging out, and then rose. The woman licking her cunt also stopped and sat up, and then one of them said something to the man. He nodded and responded, and then the woman who’d been blowing him turned to face him and in one motion, sat on his cock.

As it slid into her she threw her head back and moaned. “...So big!” Klea, listening up above, heard. The other woman knelt next to her and they began making out again, rubbing each other’s breasts, deliberately giving the man a show. As the woman fucking him bounced up and down her tits did too and the man had a look of wonder of his face.

“...Going to fuck you dry,” Klea heard from above though she didn’t know which woman had said it, and then the woman on top of him suddenly stopped bouncing up and down, instead pushing herself onto him, hard, the other woman’s hand on her clit, rubbing furiously as she touched her own breasts, grinding back and forth on his cock. Klea could see her shout something and noises but no words floated up to her.

As soon as her movements slowed, the other woman pushed her off the man and mounted him, bouncing up and down again almost savagely. The first woman knelt behind her to rub her clit, and before long, the man was arching his back and shouting, “Fuck me, you dirty whore!”

That seemed to make the woman come right away, the same way the first woman had, grinding back and forth on his cock and then sinking backwards. When she rose, Klea could see the cock was still hard.

Then, both women crouched over it. They took turns: one would take it into her mouth, bob up and down, and then the other woman would.

“Suck it!” Klea heard the man shout, and then he began to come. His semen landed on the two women’s breasts in thick, ropy white strands, a little on their faces. Exhausted, he laid back as the women began to rub his jizz all over each other, making little noises as they did.

The woman fucking the brunet guard seemed to be coming, too, her shouts of “Harder!” getting even more desperate until they trailed off into little more than animal noises. As soon as she finished she pulled him out, turned around, and began sucking him off again, enthusiastically deep throating him until the last second when he shot right onto her face, semen dripping off onto her tits. She dipped one finger into it and then licked it off, looking up at him.

Both men sagged, seemingly completely spent. The blond stayed on the ground, even as the women rubbed his semen all over each other, and the brunet sat against the wall.

Wet and aching, Klea wandered back to one of the thrones and sat, legs far apart, and reached up her skirt. She had armor on, so the angle was a little awkward, but throwing one of her knees over she managed to move the heavy bronze plates aside enough to reach her cunt.

Then, just as she’d closed her eyes to think about those enormous breasts bouncing and the women fucked the guards, the door to the terrace swung open.
 

Klea jumped up. The man who’d entered was at least seven and a half feet tall and as wide as one and a half men, all of it muscle. He seemed to flex as he walked toward her, not wearing more than a thin strip of linen around his waist. As the sun shone in, Klea could see the shape of his cock, even flaccid: huge and perfect.