The Shrinemaiden (The Maidens) (13 page)

Still shuddering through the aftereffects of their mutual orgasms, Adelai slumped down on him. She felt him turn their bodies sideways so that she was snuggled up against his chest, his cock still deep inside her body and showing no signs of withdrawing. “I wish I could spend forever like this, with you,” she murmured sleepily against his shoulder. She heard him laugh quietly, felt lips press against her forehead.

“Such nonsense, my little Adelai.” He whispered, though the affection in his voice was genuine. “Now go to sleep.”

Wrapped up in his scent, with no inkling of what was to come, Adelai did just that.

CHAPTER NINE

A Different Game

When Adelai’s monthly flow arrived a couple of days later, she soon realized that this proved no barrier to both her and her captain’s lust. The captain simply switched his attentions from her pussy to her ass, and a week was spent blissfully with her often on her hands and knees, whether on the bed, on the floor of the room, several times on the table with the toys scattered about them, and even a few times in the bathtub, as Thornton powered into her from behind. She was used to being fucked there by now that they no longer needed the anal plug to stretch her, and sometimes as a respite she would kneel before him and finish him off with her mouth, the taste of his seed as he emptied himself down her throat a newfound addiction.

Her monthly flow had ceased the day before, and Adelai was looking forward to new ways by which he could pleasure and torture her with. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, missing his cock all too well. The captain had hinted upon trying something new that day, and she had been too anticipatory to notice the slight hardening at his jaw when he spoked the words.

She had bathed quickly when he had asked her to, the first time she did so alone. She wrapped herself in one of the robes one of the servants had left that morning, though she knew that Thornton would be peeling it off her body soon enough. Smiling to herself, looking forward to the rest of the day with her captain, she stepped back into the room, and stopped.

There was another man in the room, dressed in a simple tunic and short breeches. He was heavily muscular, perhaps only a shade less than Thornton, and he was waiting placidly against one wall, bowing his head when he saw her. He was very handsome, with corn-yellow hair and green eyes. It must be one of the temple’s regular trainers, Adelai guessed, because no other males would have been permitted here. She started, taking a step backward, but felt Thornton’s presence behind her, his hands closing against her wrists.

“My lord? What’s going on?”

“It’s a part of your training, little maiden.” The captain’s voice sounded bland - too bland than what was normal, even for him. He bent his head and began kissing her neck.

“What’s going on?” Adelai asked again weakly, though she suspected that she was, in fact, beginning to understand. “Please,” she whispered softly, “must we do this?”

Thornton’s voice was like ironclad steel when he answered. “Yes.”

He led her slowly toward the other man, who was now stripping off his clothes to reveal a bronze chest and a tanned abdomen. In a daze, Adelai could do nothing but submit.

“Close your eyes.” The captain instructed, and she did. She could feel the feathery caresses Thornton was making on her skin, the quick tug he made that caused her robe to fall away from her body, leaving her naked. His familiar fingers cupped her breasts, squeezing reassuringly, even as his mouth continued its path up her neck. Adelai moaned.

She stiffened when she felt another pair of hands on her, stroking her shoulder with just as much assurance. “Relax, my Adelai.” The captain said quietly, kneading her left breast, as the other hand guided her own down to the base of her thighs, the warmth of her sex now against her fingers, the soft curls there brushing against her palm. He pressed her own fingers into her, forcing her to rub at the tender folds there, and Adelai could feel her apprehension lessen, as she slowly succumbed to the insistent rubbing he was making her do.

She felt the strange hands move down her shoulders, to cup the breast the captain had abandoned. The trainer was experienced and just as skilled, the pad of a thumb scraping across her rapidly hardening nipples, and Adelai felt her knees buckle. With two pairs of hands on her body, touching her so intimately, it was hard for her not to give in to her sensual nature, to accept the rush of pleasure no matter who was giving it. And then the fingers disappeared and now a rough, unfamiliar mouth was against her breast, sucking sweetly on her nipple, and she cried out at the sensation she hadn’t expected to enjoy.

She could feel both men moving her toward the direction of the bed, laying her down against the covers that until then, only she and her captain had shared. She wanted to resist, to demand that all she wanted was Thornton and no one else, but knew it was a futile effort. She would be expected to lie with other different men like this, she had known that from the start. The knowledge did not make her feel any better, or make her heart not feel so heavy.

“That’s it, Adelai.” Thornton encouraged, spreading her legs so both men could find better access to her. “Doesn’t this feel good, Adelai?” He laid down beside her, his mouth and tongue at her ear, while she felt the bed dip to accommodate her second lover. Hands shifted underneath her thighs, drawing her gently forward. A long tongue lapped at her pussy, and Adelai’s eyes flew open, her head coming off the bed in surprise.

The trainer was kneeling before her, his face in between her legs, slowly and skillfully licking at her folds. Adelai’s first instinct was to push him away, but the captain’s arms were unforgiving, pinning her down so she could do little but wriggle and whimper.

“Relax,” he whispered again, bending so he could sample her breast with his mouth. Adelai allowed her head to fall back on the bed and moaned. It was too much, the feeling of a mouth suckling at her, and another drawing out her pleasure with his tongue, stabbing repeatedly at the hard nub of pearl and forcing her to respond.

“Oh gods,” she whispered. The captain was rougher than he normally was, leaving small marks and lovebites across her breasts. The other man had lifted her legs up till they were on his shoulders, and his licking only increased in intensity, until she was sure she would melt under the pleasure strumming through her. “Oh, please, no,” she found herself saying, but it was too late. The climax came quickly and unexpectedly, and she thrashed a little, even as the trainer continued to lave at her soft flesh, not letting up until the worst of it was over, before slowing down to tiny licks and nuzzles.

The man left, and the Captain took his place, spreading her legs in the air as wide as she could go, nearly bending her in two in the position he liked her in when he wanted to go deeper and rougher. There was no hiding the arousal in his eyes, as if he himself could scarcely control his own reactions to her being lapped at by another, but Adelai had little time to analyze the expression on his face. All too quickly, he was pushing into her body, his cock burying into her pussy until he had bottomed out inside her. His first thrust had been almost brutal, stretching her tunnel mercilessly with the force of his stroke. And still he did not let up, his thick shaft splitting her open over and over again.

Despite the harshness of his entry she was helplessly wet, both from her natural lubrication and the other trainer’s tongue fucking, and as before the pain combined quickly with the pleasure. She was not given the opportunity to respond to his thrusts. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her upwards to meet his pistoning rod, her pussy helpless against his pounding cock. While on other occasions he was cognizant of her own needs, taking her for as long as it took to bring her to orgasm - often, several orgasms - he was different now, like he was trying to spend inside her as quickly as possible.

Despite his hurry, Adelai was already on her way to her own release, her hand moving back down desperately to rub herself. But the captain took her hand away, forcing both her wrists above her head while the other remained clasped about her waist, goading his cock into her tiny sheath with rapidly increasing force and speed, preventing her from finding satisfaction as he shuddered and spilled his seed into her. It was the first time he had come without her, and Adelai nearly screamed in frustration when his cock withdrew from her unsatisfied cunny.

The captain rolled off her body, and the young man took his place. Adelai gasped as she felt herself being mounted again, now an unfamiliar cock pressing against her cunt, that until then the captain’s cock had only ever ravaged. She looked up at Thornton’s face, trying to assess what he felt about this, if he was really allowing her to fuck another man. But the look on the captain’s face remained stony and unchanging, and it was his hands that continued spreading her legs, aiding in the other man’s preparation to take her.

The trainer had a long, thick cock, nearly of the same size and length as the Captain’s, though paler. For a few minutes, the man was content to stroke his cock along the outside of her folds and Adelai, still unsatiated, soon found herself arching toward him without meaning to, trying to angle her hips to increase the pressure of his shaft against her pussy. At some unspoken signal by the captain, the man finally assuaged her desire, and Adelai felt his prick push past her entrance, pushing a few inches into her before withdrawing to return, deeper, inside her, until his full length was finally lodged inside her cunt.

The man started with short, rolling thrusts at first, getting her accustomed to him. He groaned in pleasure as he felt her cunt suck him tightly in, instinctively. Adelai could tell that the other man had done this countless times before, with countless other inexperienced shrinemaidens… the way he rocked back into her and always seemed to hit that spot that made her go wild… the controlled thrusts he made to draw out both their pleasures, the way he angled the downward thrust of his hips so he could keep hitting that same sweet place within….

Already too sensitive, it didn’t take long for Adelai to climax, convulsing on his thrusting cock with a long scream. As her body shuddered and quieted, it became clear that the man was not done with her. Soon she found herself lifted up and set down on his lap, his cock poised to enter her again from this new position. She looked up, her hands on his shoulders, and saw the captain looking at her. The yellow-haired man was seated on the other side of the bed facing away from him, and Thornton stood on the other end, so it was Adelai that faced him. There was no mistaking that mix of jealousy and intense lust on Thornton’s face, and she knew on some level that as much as he hated this, he also found it heavily arousing.

Suddenly aware of this knowledge, Adelai locked eyes with him, then made a show of licking her lips, watching the man’s face darken with even greater passion, before she deliberately lowered herself on the trainer’s large cock, heard the captain’s groans mingle with the trainer’s as she sank down on the latter. Her tight cunt swallowed up his hard shaft until their groins met, pressed tightly together.

Only then did Adelai close her eyes and squirm on top of him, rubbing herself against the base of his cock before beginning their pace. She moved slowly at first, a rocking, gentle motion where she grounded her hips against his, and then began to ride him harder and faster in turns, faster and faster until her breasts were bouncing deliciously on her chest. Knowing that the captain would see her presenting herself like this, turned her on even more. The captain would see too, the way the trainer leaned forward to taste her nipples, the small bites the captain had given her standing out against her pale flesh even while another man licked and nibbled at her soft skin.

She rode him the way she had ridden Thornton, a rider on a bucking stallion, relishing the groans that fell from the trainer’s mouth almost as much as the groans she could hear issuing past Thornton’s lips. She opened her eyes and watched as the captain fisted his cock, his strokes moving harder and faster in keeping with the thrusts the other man was making on her body as he helped her up and down his hard shaft. She knew he could see the glazed look in her eyes, the heightened moans that signaled she was well on her way to another climax.

Did the captain truly enjoy watching her being fucked with another man? Did he like watching her convulse around another man’s cock, watch her scream her release? Adelai truly didn’t know. She only knew that the captain’s eyes on her was fueling much of her pleasure, knew that she would do this again willingly if this was what he wanted, if this was one of the things he got off from, if it meant he could look at her like this, with her knowing he got pleasure from her rutting.

She came hard again, shaking and heaving on top of the trainer, her sex clamping down on him. In response, he gasped and released thick spurts of his seed into her, so much that rivulets of it dripped out of her even before they could disentangle themselves from each other. When she opened her eyes the first thing she did was sought out the captain’s face again, and saw that he had never once looked away from their coupling, his hand now gripping the base of his shaft, preventing himself from joining them in finding release.

“Again.” His voice was harsh with need. “Lie down on top of him and fuck him.”

At this point, she knew she was going to do anything he said. Adelai cried out as she felt the trainer’s cock still inside her harden once more, more quickly than she had imagined. He made a few experimental thrusts up inside her still-sensitive cunt.

The trainer moved so that he was lying down on the bed, with Adelai bouncing on top of him, breasts heaving, trying to return to the rhythm from their previous coupling. She was leaning forward toward his chest, her breaths coming out in soft grunts as she worked herself up and down the trainer’s pole, that she was unaware of where the captain had gone until she felt his thumb and forefinger pressed up against her asshole. “Oh!” She gasped, as his long finger pushed into her insistently, now slicked with oil. She knew what he was planning, and she was frightened, unsure if she was capable of accepting two cocks into her at the same time, and tried to clench down on his finger to prevent further entry.