on the inner wall, squeezing the king’s cock in my ass. Faneth leaned into my pussy and began lapping at my clit as she fingered me. Another lizardman came up behind her, knelt before the throne, and took her ass, pushing inside and fucking her hard, their bodies slapping together. Faneth moaned into me, but didn’t relent.
My legs shook and drew up, and this allowed the king to slide deeper inside me. I ground my hips, twisting around the hard pole in my ass, feeling its heat, pushing my sex into Faneth’s face. I was already gushing over her chin, and her eyes rolled up in her head. The lizardman taking her ass slapped her cheeks, hissing at the king, who laughed. I didn’t care what they were saying anymore. Faneth’s fingers squirmed within me and the jolt of pleasure that ran up my spine made me clench, and when I clamped down on the kind, the jolt of pleasure from my ass edged me closer and closer. My legs slid down the king’s thighs and I was lying on top of him, spread open like a harlot for Faneth’s ministrations.
I went limp against the king, too tired to do anything but curl my hands into fists and spasm. Each surge of pleasure was fiercer than the last, and between the king softly thrusting into me and Faneth’s fingers and tongue, I was in either a painful heaven or a hell of pure pleasure. The king had to keep me from toppling to the side. A wave of heat rolled through me, too much to take, and I screamed. I screamed again and lifted up my legs, and bucked, forcing Faneth to draw back as I gushed over her chin. She sank down, closing her eyes as the lizardman finished inside her. The king turned, drawing my legs up, until we lay sideways together. My sharp, gasping breaths slowed as our movements became as one and the king relented in fucking me, preferring to let himself soften inside me. I could feel his warmth inside me, where he’d come in my ass. He slipped out and I fell into him, curled up in his embrace.
“I surrender,” I whispered.
“Peace,” said the king. “You are mine and there is peace. These others may leave… if they wish it.”
“Agreed,” I whispered, drawing as close to him as I could, as though I feared he might disappear.
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Hypno Sissy
©2013 Raminar Dixon Erotica
Daniel flopped down on the loveseat across from me and blew out tiredly. I could always tell my roommate had been through one hell of a day whenever he came dragging in late like that, but this day must have been worse than most. His normally well-groomed appearance had become a disheveled mess and there were dark circles under his eyes.
“Rough day?” I asked casually.
He swept his hand back through his thick head of hair and sighed again. “The worst, man. Laura and I broke up today.”
“You did?” My heart skipped a beat and a single, frightening idea sank into my belly. “Does he know?”
“Yeah. Hard to believe, huh? We’d been together for more than a year.”
“Well…uh, what happened?”
“She told me it just wasn’t working out,” Daniel said with a shrug. He propped both feet up on the ottoman and stared blankly ahead at the television. “Said I wasn’t meeting her needs.”
My pulse steadied. “That’s shitty, man.”
“Tell me about it. Dr. Mackey has had me working overtime on all those new experiments and Laura just…she didn’t understand how important that kind of stuff is to me.”
“Laura never struck me as being particularly smart, Daniel,” I replied. “Remember that biology final she flunked? She actually thought the professor should’ve given her half credit for answering that DNA stood for Dinosaurs Not Around .”
Daniel shook his head and chuckled.
“I never thought she was right for you, man.”
“Things were good at the beginning, though. But the last two months or so… something changed with
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