The Hunter's Surrender (4 page)

It was Santara who set the rhythm, slowly moving her up and down that hot flesh as King Rochar gently swung up into her. It was a slow, easy dance for three. Maddie was lulled by the power of these men holding her, loving her.

Then they upped the tempo.

The king’s lover let her meet each hard thrust in a motion that was almost a light bounce up and down, allowing each controlled descent to accept every jab of King Rochar’s rod.

Maddie couldn’t control anything, not the thrusting, not the pounding, not the climbing to detonation. And certainly not the release that drew a long, keening cry from her. It went on and on, fuelled by the onslaught of these two lovers.

King Rochar howled as he jetted into her. She could feel his rich juice filling her. Santara panted like a man in agony. She leaned back into him as he pressed his hips against her. Finally, he stilled for an instant then pumped feverishly. His cum spattered her back as he climaxed.

The king withdrew, his penis sliding from her. Santara kept his arms around her as she unhooked her ankles and dropped her feet to the floor.

King Rochar smiled. “That was incredible.”

Maddie was speechless. She’d never experienced anything like that in her entire life.

“Will you join Santara and me in the shower?” the monarch asked.

Maddie was more than ready to try out another scenario of ‘lovers times three’. “I’d love to.”

Moving her heavy fall of hair aside, Santara licked the sensitive nape of her neck, nipping the tendon, teasing her earlobe with his teeth. “Have you ever seen the shower chamber aboard
The Outrider
?” he asked.

“Only once.” She trembled in recollection of the single glimpse she’d had of the opulent facility.

He pressed tiny kisses along her shoulder. “
As an envoy of King Rochar, I saw it once aboard the star cruiser
when Jake Rowles gave me a quick tour of the ship.”

The king pinched her tight nipples. “Santara went into great detail about it when he returned, so we made some changes to our shower chamber that I think you might like. Why don’t we try it out?”

“I can hardly wait,” Maddie admitted.

Chapter Five

As King Rochar stepped back, Santara swept Maddie into his arms. “We’ve discovered that this shower chamber is the perfect place for making love. I certainly hope you feel the same way about it when we’re done.” He followed the king into the bathroom, letting her slide down his body only to pull her back, pinning her against him so she could feel his hard cock prodding her. He felt her buck in surprise at his readiness.

He whispered in her ear, “That’s one of the many things King Rochar likes about me—it takes me very little time to recover. I’ve never made love with a woman, you know. I’d been promised to the king since puberty, but my body seems delighted that it will be my turn inside you next. Would you like to feel this cock inside you?” He flexed his hips for emphasis.

She said nothing, but he shared the tremor that swept through her body.

Sweeping her hair out of the way, Santara licked her neck. “I didn’t hear your answer, so I’ll ask you again. Would you like to feel this inside you?” This time, he grabbed his erection and let it ride down the crease of her butt, sliding to her entry on a slick of cream, hers and the king’s. The thick head nudged at her opening, poised to slip in.

Maddie wiggled, trying to force him inside, but he only laughed.

“My, my, you’re very greedy, aren’t you? King Rochar not enough for you? I guess it will take both of us to satisfy you. I already know you like that idea.”

Through gritted teeth, she cried, “Don’t make me wait.”

Santara looked at the king. The king nodded.

Guiding her forward, Santara bent her over the marble counter. “Put your hands there and hold on tight.”

He was pleased to see her do as she was told. But that satisfaction was quickly forgotten as he pushed his way into her tight passage, moaning with his first entry into the slickness of a woman’s body. Slipping his arms around her, he cupped her breasts, relishing the warmth and softness of her skin.

Making love with a man was a much different affair. The men he’d shared with King Rochar had been warriors, their bodies honed by years of fighting. Their skin was neither soft nor silky. Their bodies weren’t warm and welcoming like hers, more like forged
classen
, the muscles heavy, the skin taut. He enjoyed making love with men but realized that a woman’s body pleasured him in another way, a way he was very quickly learning to like. Unlike his male lovers, her slippery channel drew him in, clutching his rod, covering it in her rich juice. There was no force to gain entrance, he slid in, feeling her strong muscles clenching around him as he pressed forward.

He threw back his head as he felt the first ripples of her orgasm teasing his dick.

“Oh great Joram, that feels so good. I’ve barely gotten inside you and look what’s happening to you,” he whispered in wonder.

Cradling her body, he
savored
the delicious way his words made her grip his cock more forcefully. It was a marvelous sensation, so marvelous that he wanted to pound into her and come in a screaming, frenzied release. But he made his body wait. He wanted to enjoy the luxurious slide in and out as her cunt firmly grasped him. He wanted to be right with her when she exploded so he could feel her milking him, drawing out every last drop of cum. To do that, he needed to draw her to the edge where they could tumble over together.

So he began to move.

With one hand around her waist and the other across her chest, he pulled her to him as he thrust into her. Then both hands went to her breasts, pulling her nipples as he flexed back and forth.

She took one hand off the counter and placed it on top of his, guiding him down her belly and between her legs. “Touch me there,” she begged.

Santara was delighted to slide his fingers through her creamy moisture. She was so wet and ready.

Maddie grabbed his hand and moved it to her clit. “Right there. I need your hand right there,” she moaned.

He felt her nub of flesh and pressed his finger into it.

Maddie shoved her body back against him. “That feels so good,” she purred.

Santara slipped his hand up and down her slit but kept coming back to tease that button of pleasure. He felt it grow stiff, inviting him to flick and push at her sensitive core as he rammed his cock inside her. He poured into her as she screamed and screamed her release, and he could feel her taking every last drop of his seed.

But that was not the end of Santara’s pleasure. The familiar click of a cap sent a shudder along his spine. He knew what that sound meant. He knew that King Rochar was anointing his own cock with lube and it was only a matter of time before…ah, he thrust inside.

“I got so hard watching you with her.” Rochar jabbed his cock into Santara. “Can you feel what that did to me, watching you slide inside her, watching you swing in and out of her body? I could see your beautiful cock disappearing into her then slipping back out, covered in her cream.” Leaning forward, he nipped Santara’s neck. “It’s a luscious feeling, isn’t it? Sliding into a woman’s body.” Another jab. “They’re so warm and juicy.” And another jab.

It was absolute bliss for Santara, caught between the two bodies, his cock still within the heat of Maddie’s body while the king thrust into his tight opening.
King Rochar pummeled him, his balls slapping against Santara’s flesh, until finally, with a hoarse cry, Rochar shot his essence into his lover.

Only the sound of their harsh breathing filled the silence, until Maddie finally spoke. “You two are really heavy.”

King Rochar withdrew his spent penis from Santara, allowing him to gently pull from Maddie.

Turning to face the men, she smiled shyly. “I think I’d really like that shower now.”

As her lovers stepped away, Maddie leaned against the counter, taking in the incredible beauty and opulence of the chamber.

“I can’t believe it,” she said, shaking her head. “This room is bigger than my cabin on
The Duskrider
.” As Santara and the king looked on, Maddie prowled about the room, touching the ornate gold fixtures and running her hands over the carved stone of the walls and the benches beneath. “These bas-relief sculptures are incredible. What do these scenes represent?”

King Rochar came to stand beside her. “They show the gods in trials of strength and endurance to decide who would become the rulers of the universe. Even though we no longer worship them, we continue to hold a yearly competition with many of the same events you see depicted here. The strength and beauty of the male body are something we celebrate.”

Maddie laughed. “I can see that here in the final scene, the one that looks like an orgy. They certainly are celebrating.” Looking closer, she gasped. “I didn’t even know some of those things were possible.”

The king whispered in her ear. “Not only are they possible, they are incredibly pleasurable. You watched Santara and me. You know the kinds of pleasure I’m talking about.”

Maddie shuddered at his erotic words and at the pictures of King Rochar and Santara that flickered across her mind. The look Rochar gave her let her know that he had shared those images flashing though her head.

At the sound of running water, the king grinned and took her hand. “Come and sit on this heated bench with me, and we’ll see what Santara’s up to.”

As they sat on the warm stone, Maddie observed that the shower chamber, itself, was enormous and positioned directly across from the bench. A large partition of clear glass separated it from the rest of the bathroom, allowing her to spot seats set into its walls at different levels. The elaborately tiled space had multiple showerheads at various heights. There were even nozzles across the ceiling.

Through the transparent barrier, she could see that Santara had chosen a showerhead that kept his back to them. Maddie moaned at the sheer beauty of his body. He was muscular, like an athlete, with a frame made up of clean, lean lines with thick, dark-brown hair that hung down his back.

King Rochar explained how the shower worked. “Since the chamber is
modeled
after the one on
The Outrider
, he calls out a number and that particular showerhead will be activated.”

Water began to pour from one of the fixture above him as the other shut off. “That’s Number Two. He knows it’s one of my favorites,” the king said.

Santara’s long hair clung to the firm muscles of his shoulders as the stream cascaded down his sculpted body. When he reached into an opening in the wall, King Rochar explained what Santara was doing.

“There are slots there for soap and shampoo. Slide your hand in, and the desired product will be automatically dispensed,” he said.

His lover took a dollop of what must have been shampoo and began to lather his hair. Rich foam covered his head, making frothy rivulets. Putting his face up to the flow, the soapy mass poured over his back and the length of his powerful legs.

At the king’s sharp intake of breath, Maddie looked over. She greedily eyed his deliciously heavy erection. The way he was running his tight fist along its length and back proved he was definitely enjoying the show Santara was putting on for them.

“He won’t turn around,” King Rochar said between gritted teeth. “It drives me absolutely crazy and he knows it. He’s going to get some soap now. Watch.”

Santara put his hand into another slot.

“Sometimes he takes pity on me and turns around.”

“Thank Joram,” Rochar muttered as Santara swiveled to face them.

Rubbing his hands together, Santara grabbed his cock with one very soapy hand that journeyed up and down, up and down. He closed his eyes and threw back his head, divine pleasure etched on his beautiful face.

Rising to his feet, the king reached out to Maddie. “Let’s not waste that gorgeous cockstand.”

Placing her hand in his, she let him pull her across the room and into the shower chamber.

Chapter Six