Ellora's Heart Ch. 02

I look up at the guard above me. His jaw is tight and his brow is furrowed as he begins to increase his pace. My breasts bounce with each thrust and seem to hypnotize him. I reach up and touch the hand holding my throat, brushing my fingers up to his chest. His skin is damp with sweat. Wet hair falls into his face, sticks to his shoulders. I drop my hand to my clit and moan. With a growl, he pushes my hand away and replaces it with his own, rubbing the swollen bead until my eyes threaten to roll back into my head.

I hear a moan to my right. Out of the corner of my eye I see my mistress kneeling before the king. Her back is to me as her head bobs up and down between his legs. King Selvin's body is completely relaxed, sinking down into the chair. He watches me and the guard while Merissa's mouth works on his cock.

My leg slips from Thalen's shoulder, and he takes the chance to shift our position. He releases my neck, placing his hands on either side of me, and the muscles in his arms bulge as he leans down to press his body to mine. His weight settles over me, and I realize that I truly am at his mercy. The thought combined with a deep thrust makes me moan loudly. He responds by repeating the motion. I lift my hips to meet him and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

His weight pins me to the bed, his damp skin sticking to mine. His breath comes in hard pants right beside my ear. It's intoxicating. I can feel his size and strength as he plunges into me over and over again. A familiar tightness builds in my hot core, and I can feel myself losing control. I cry out, my broken moans filling the room.

One more strong thrust sends stars across my vision, and I bite down on his shoulder as wave after wave of pulsing heat washes over me. A shudder courses through me again and again. Thalen presses into me--almost crushes me--as his release comes to him. I can feel his cock throb inside me. The muscles of his back tense under my fingers, and I drag my nails across his skin. He shivers. His mouth opens, as if he's about to let out a moan of his own, but quickly shuts again. He watches me with glassy eyes and tries to catch his breath. I'm breathless as I watch him too.

A soft clap reaches my ear. My mistress stands from her seat, clearly having finished her work well before us.

"Well done. I'm impressed," she says. "By both of you."

Slowly, Thalen slips out of me. I whine at the loss.

My mistress chuckles. "Don't worry, Ellora. I have plenty planned for you two."