Gender Bender

"Sundari, don't fret, I already know you love it," he said encouragingly. "I mean, really love it. It drives you wild."

He climbed back in bed and knelt behind me and the feather mattress sank from his weight. I did feel fiendishly aroused. My nether-hole was warm and open and welcoming, yet I gasped when the blood-hot head of his cock gently touched me there.

"Relax, I'll not plunge into you," he said. "I shall hold perfectly still and grant you complete control. Now just lean back and settle onto my cock at your own pace."

Despite the butterflies in my stomach, I needed no prompting. The touch of his cock against my nether hole triggered a deep longing in my gut like the ache my love-chalice had felt earlier. It seems that my nether-hole also has a mind of its own.

I pressed back and downward against him, slowly, slowly; concentrating on relaxing and opening. I settled onto him and his cock impaled me, stretching me wide until all at once his head slipped fully inside, past my inner ring of muscle. Oh gods! I loudly sucked in my breath. The intense sensations swept through me in an edgy mix of pleasure and pain that felt impossibly horny. I kept pushing down onto his cock until its full thick length reamed me as my round ass met his lap. "All the gods and goddesses! I am so fucked by you, my king! I am fucked so deep!"

My emotional surrender carried me beyond myself. I rocked my ass forward to lift up from his cock and paused when I felt its big head just inside my entrance; then I slowly slid back down, skewering myself with such exquisite pleasure that my arms spontaneously floated above my head in a graceful kind of ballet. This way of lovemaking required deeply intimate, feminine submission. It seems I had abandoned my masculine soul; my whole self was now a glad thrall, his grateful dancer.

I began to rock my hips in a faster rhythm and my pleasure built into a flowing swell, an uprising tide. I felt mad for more of this soul-melting pleasure—to be fucked in the core of my gut by this mighty king. My relaxation was complete and I was ready for all he could give me.

"Fuck me deep, my Lord! I need you to fuck me so hard!"

But instead of complying, he withdrew his cock to my pouting outer ring. "Slave, you're sure you want my cock, deep and hard?"

I squirmed. "Oh, yes. Please, Sire! I am a craven anal whore, and I didn't even know it!"

"Well, here my cock stands at stiff attention. Help yourself to all that you crave!"

I needed no extra encouragement. I shoved myself forcefully down into his lap, lifted off and then slammed down on his lap again. I began rocking and humping with great gusto, and to my surprise I felt myself open and surrender even further, until I was grinding my nether-hole against the root of his cock and hammering him so hard we were sinking into the featherbed.

When I began to pant my king shifted his position and started to meet me with his own vigorous thrusts so that each thudding collision of our bodies shook my ass cheeks and I felt the impact vibrate the swollen bud of my clitoris. Lust had transformed us both into grunting dragons.

"I'm going to make you cum!" he yelled. "Make you cum deep inside your pretty asshole!"

I wanted to say, "Oh, yes! Make me cum, Lord!" but all I could do was grunt and pant. I collapsed forward on my face and reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks, stretching them wide. I was his slave; I was pure submission. A tightly coiled emotion and hidden power stirred and suddenly unleashed from the very core of me and I screamed with the violence of my climax and I was then a body of all light and all orgasm. The blissful howls of my king and my own wails of ecstasy were muted underwater in a sea of joy.

Moments later, when I was ready to inhabit the world of the bedroom again, I found the two of us entangled in each other's sweaty arms. Our heavy breathing calmed and we lay together without speaking for a long while.

"Your words were so true, my king," I said at last. "That way of lovemaking turns me into a lustful fiend. I had no idea!"

His face took on an odd expression. I could not read his feelings.

I gulped. "Have I not pleased you, my lord?"

"Oh, yes." He kissed my forehead where some of his cum had crusted. "You've pleased me most wonderfully." He hesitated. "I suppose now that our morning's love play is complete, I can make you privy to the secret."

"Sire?"

He stood on the floor and pulled aside the embroidered tapestry that draped the giant painting over the head of the bed. An oil portrait of a royal couple gazed out from the gilded frame: the king and queen, both dressed in splendorous armor as Seven-Nine-One warriors. In the portrait, the queen's wavy red hair spilled out from under her gleaming platinum helmet.

"You are not my love slave, Sundari," the king said. "I am King Eryk and you are my queen. I share with you the rule of Seven-Nine-One, and I cherish you with all my heart." He offered me his warm, strong hand. "Queen Sundari, let us get the techs to reset your Net-frazzled brain."

I sat there, stunned. In the time it takes to awaken from a dream I had been promoted from sex slave to queen of seven inhabited planets with nine inhabited moons, and one off-limits world filled with sentient dragons.

"Eryk!" I glanced at the tapestry tossed on the bed. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I don't know..." He looked down, embarrassed. "I think... I think it is because I really like the way we have sex when we're...you know...when we're not equals—when I'm the master and you're the slave. See, uh... we've done this before. You just can't remember."

I stood up and snuggled against his tall, heavy-muscled physique. My head aligned with his dark brown nipples and I lightly bit one. "Sire, I don't have to pick up a Net virus for us to play erotic power games. I love being your 'quivering little sex toy'." I reached around and grabbed his muscular ass and squeezed it. "It thrills me to submit to you as your pleasure slave, my handsome Master."

"Ah. That's very good to know, dear," he said, "I'll tell the techs on New Bangkok not to infect you with any more viruses."

Then he flashed an apologetic smile—a crooked, masculine grin that said, Sorry. I'm a rogue and I can't help it—but hey, I'm an adorable rogue.

And his devilish charm worked on me, for my husband, the warrior-king with his square jaw and heroic cock, seemed to me the sexiest man in all the heavens and hells. Given my present mindset, that made me feel totally gay.

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