The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 05

"Grip me with your thighs and take as much as you're able."

Biting her lip, she nodded, concentrating on the sweet ache as he filled her. She reached her limit at last.

"Lean back and brace your hands on my legs."

She did. Bent back, the position gave him better ability to control how far down she went. She let him have her weight, sighing as he lifted and lowered her on another forever slide.

"Ah!" She gripped him with her thighs, which tightened her channel around him. Both of them cried out at the added friction.

"Ride me, Shiloh." She was surprised when he called her by name.

Shiloh rocked her hips. Oh, that felt so good! She shut her eyes, throwing her head back, and did her best to move. Awkward at first, she finally got the rhythm. Rolling her hips with his help, she found places to aim his cock that felt positively exquisite!

Holding her to make sure she didn't hurt herself, Rhys nonetheless let her weight bring her down farther than before. How did such a tiny thing as Shiloh take so much?! All of her curves were sleek with sweat, her body completely open to him as she leaned back. Her luscious breasts bobbed to her rhythm; her long hair caressed his thighs and calves. The ass in his hands flexed, helping those muscles inside her squeeze the life out of his cock.

He felt her impending orgasm and knew he had to let himself go this time. He pumped up her rhythm, adding a roll from his own hips. She stiffened. Screamed. Nails dug into his thighs. Pulsing lust washed over him. He followed her over the abyss and lost himself in her sweet, warm depths.

"BY THE HELLS!" He reared up, and she chanced a glance at him, just to watch him, his eyes closed, his face tight in concentration. He caught a firm grip of her hips and set the motion, almost fucking himself using her body. And she was a more than willing tool. She spread her thighs wider and pushed down, furiously matching his rhythm.

She erupted with a scream, and he growled, fucking her through her convulsions so that the orgasm never quite ended. She cried and clutched and moaned, quite sure she was in agony but feeling nothing but ecstasy!

When she could almost take no more, he came HARD, filling her with wet warmth.

He wasn't finished quite yet. Propelling her to the floor with a push, he fell atop her. She shuddered, the wash of pleasure a surprise after such a great release. He lapped and nipped at every inch of her front, down to the cleft of her pussy. She writhed when he bit her clit, groaned when he slapped her ass.

Why did that feel good?

She buried her face in her hands. Yelped when he fell heavily upon her so that he was cradled between her thighs. He coaxed her thighs apart, spreading her, and then guided his cock back inside her. Again he drove her until she sobbed with release. He fucked her until they both screamed in a heart stopping orgasmic explosion that left them both shaken and exhausted.

The sounds of clapping filled their ears as their heavy breathing receded to normal. Ashur grinned. "Has she killed you yet, old man?"

"Fuck you!" Rhys retorted, fondling her large breasts. Shiloh whimpered. She never knew sex could be like....this.

"Honey...." Ashur purred, wagging rock hard cock at her. "Suck it!"

She crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, immediately obeying him. His half-lidded eyes burned. "Yes. Lick your lips, and take as much as you can into your mouth."

Quickly, she did as he commanded. She had to get up on her knees. She took the long column of hard muscle into both hands, barely able to span the width with just one. Expanding her lips wide, she slid the head into her mouth.

"Mmmm," she hummed, finding his taste delicious. The width of him was difficult to manage, but the musky droplets of pre-cum that oozed from the tip and the pungent remains of her pussy enticed her further. She'd done this for him once. She could do it again.

He groaned, and she chanced a quick glance up to find his eyes shut, head dipped back. What a sight! The wide, long landscape of his belly and chest shone in the torchlight. She drew him out and lapped at the pleasing taste just under the plum head. He bucked, breathe catching.

Experimentally, she did it again, delighted when he squirmed, clutching her hair. Wetting her tongue, she traced the entire head, squeezing the shaft with her hands.

"Yes." His hands found hers to show her how to squeeze. How to slide up and down. When and where to apply pressure. She learned her lesson, all the while keeping the tip of his cock wet with her tongue.

"Gods! Honey, suck it. Suck it hard!"

She obeyed, her cheeks caving in. She gagged when he abruptly thrust hard, but recovered quickly. She used her hands, realizing that she needed to make a pussy of her hands and mouth to give him full enjoyment.

By the hells!

He yanked her head back with one hand, using the other atop her fingers to pump his seed from his cock. She watched, bewildered, her tongue caught between her teeth, and he came harder just at that sight. Roughly, he yanked her mouth to his, fucking it with his tongue the way he'd just fucked it with his cock. Until he was drained. And she was drenched with his seed. "Now that's a pretty sight..."

Shiloh sank to the ground. "By the Gods! No more!"

Rhys guffawed. "We wore our little slut out."

"The fuck you say! She needs my dick in her ass," Ashur smirked and grabbed her up. When he placed her on all fours, Shiloh complied readily enough sticking her ass in the air, even got up on her knees, spreading them. She figured he was going to need room to work with that thing. He coaxed his semi-hard pole up and down the soaked cleft from her clit to the top of her crack. Shiloh moaned. She closed her eyes and waited. She was sore from both their big cocks and wasn't sure how much more she could take before they split her in half.

Her pussy juices coated the tip of his cock. He fisted and jacked it a few times to bring it back to full hardness, spreading her wetness down the length of his shaft. Then he spit onto her crinkled hole. He changed his mode of attack. His two large hands took a good hold of the cheeks of her ass, squeezing, massaging. Shiloh had to groan. The hands parted her ass. She yelped when a tongue stabbed her. She let out a heated moan, glancing back over her shoulder at the man grinning down at her.

"You like that, cunt?" Ashur growled.

Shiloh moaned in response. She shook in anticipation.

Ashur swiped his fingers down Shiloh's crease, then back up. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you. You want my cock, little slut?"

"Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..." Shiloh hissed.

Chuckling softly, Ashur teased her hole with the tip of one finger before slowly sinking it in to the first knuckle.

Shiloh winced as the finger invaded her. She hadn't quite yet gotten used to the feeling of something being in her bottom.

"Relax, bitch," Ashur growled, as he ran his hand over the taut globes of her ass cheeks. He twisted his finger, pulling out a little before pushing farther back in. "So hot and tight. Just the way I like it."

Shiloh's eyes fell shut; her breathing hitched. A second joined the first. It burned; it was kind of uncomfortable. But it was kind of hot. She shuddered. Ashur laughed, low and evil. He leaned in against her cheeks, bringing one hand down sharply to smack her. "Do you like that, slut?"

She let out a protesting cry. Her bottom still smarted from the last spanking Vico had given her. Ashur ignored it, and popped a second finger in, pushing in to the knuckle. The fingers started pumping slowly in and out, scissoring over each other, stretching her tiny backside tunnel. "I'm going to fuck your ass, slut!"

Blunt pressure on her tight anal hole made Shiloh squeeze her eyes shut.

"Breathe and relax. Push back."

She sucked in air and let it out with a shudder.

Ashur pushed in.

Shiloh gasped at the burn. The prior ass fucking had prepared her, but those particular muscles had been tight for too many years to give too easily. It didn't really hurt, not really, but it was still something to get used to.

Ashur's hand slid over her cheek. "So fucking tight," he growled, fingernails digging into the meat of her bottom. He brought his hand back to her cheeks once more, slapping the jiggly globe.

Shiloh groaned, taking another deep breath. Ashur flowed with it, pushing in another bit as she exhaled. "Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"That hurt, little bitch?"

"Yeah..."

"Good!"

"Aahhhh....."

"Want more?"

Another breath, another inch. She nodded her head as she bit her lip. "Uh-huh..."

They worked together until Ashur was in, fully seated inside Shiloh's ass. She let out a loud whimper. Gods, it hurt! He slapped the side of her ass, and she felt her own hole clutching Ashur's cock. Fingers bit into Shiloh's hips as Ashur thrust in earnest. Little explosions of pleasure erupted within Shiloh, making her jump, making her writhe, causing her to scream as Ashur leaned in, and pounded her.

Ashur's cock was sliding easy now, and the burn of penetration had Shiloh's entire lower half aflame. There was too much sensation, too much to feel.

When Ashur's hand reached around to play with Shiloh's clit, it was too much, period. Two teasing swipes over it and Shiloh orgasmed, screaming.

Ashur bit out a "Holy fucking hells!" pumping jerkily into Shiloh as he came as well.

When her trembling limbs buckled, Shiloh fell forward in a heap. Ashur, braced against her, fell on top of her. The fall to the stone floor pushed him into her one final time. Her walls engulfed him, setting off a spasm they both felt.

She groaned as he pulled out and rolled away from her. "No more...no more..." she begged. Rhys picked her up within his arms, causing another whimper. "I can't...."

"No need to worry, honey," he stroked her body, soothing her tenderly. "You're learning fast."

She cracked an exhausted grin. "Thank you."

"My pleasure, sweet thing." He kissed her then set her on her feet. It was then she noticed that he was fully dressed. "I need to get back to work. Shall I look for you tomorrow?"

"I'd like that, Rhys." He handed her dress to her and helped slide it back over her head. She smiled and noticed that Ashur had pulled his pants back on. They both sandwiched her between their bodies. Ashur nipped one of her ears while Rhys cupped her breasts.

"I'll be looking for you, little girl," Ashur turned her around to face him and possessively planted a hard kiss on her mouth. Then he let her go and walked away.

Rhys stepped away from her as well. Desire still loomed his eyes. And damn if she didn't notice a bulge in his pants again. "You'd better go, Rhys. I'm too sore to take you again."

"Are you sure?" Mirth twinkled in his eyes. She nodded. A wide smile crossed his face. "I could show you something else?"

Shiloh groaned. He took hold of her hand and led her to the very back of the dockhouse where he moved aside a few crates and uncovered a hidden trap door.

He quickly opened it and climbed down into it, beckoning her to follow. She did, cautiously. She wasn't sure where this was headed. Fear gripped her and she stopped moving down the rings of the ladder. What did he have in mind?

He tugged on her foot. "Come on...there's no reason to be scared. I won't hurt you," he coaxed as if he had read her mind.

She sucked in a deep breath, marshalling her courage, and descended the remaining rings. She looked around, finding herself in a dark corridor.

"Follow me," he said as he cupped her hand in his and started walking. The corridor was long and dark, but Rhys seemed to know where he was going. Shiloh could hear the occasional squeak and scuttle of a rat. A shiver coursed through her. She didn't like rats.

Rhys halted at another ladder and quickly began to ascend it. He urged her to follow as he pushed up on another trap door. When she had finally reached the top, she realized she was in an extremely dark room. It felt cold and reeked of.....death? She flinched and turned to flee, but Rhys quickly caught her.

"Rhys..." she called out, her voice trembling. He dragged her out of the small room and into a larger main room where he lit a torch on the wall.

"Relax," he growled as the light revealed what looked to have once been a tavern room.

"Where are we?"

"Inside The Wildcat," Rhys replied and quickly tore down a few of the cobwebs that had gathered. He led her to a set of stairs and quickly climbed them to the upper floor. Broken furniture and pools of dried blood littered the carpeting. "The Dhorn killed everyone when they raided this place. It was once one of the busiest whorehouses in the city."

He opened a door that led into a lavishly decorated bedroom. He lit the sconces on the wall with a tindertwig he pulled from his pocket. It further illuminated the room. A large bed with red coverings filled the center of the room while a large nude statue of a voluptuous woman stood above a fairly good sized bathing pool. Long red velvet covered benches flanked the remaining side walls. Her mouth dropped in astonishment. She never knew such places existed.

"If you need to wash up before you go about your business, this is a good place to do so." Rhys stated and began to work the levers that filled the bath's basin with warm water. "It may help with the soreness."

His concern astounded her. Why would a sailor of all people care about her soreness? The thought puzzled her. She pulled off her dress and tested the water. She had to admit it felt heavenly. She climbed the marble stairs and stepped into the pool was large enough for her to lie down in and deep enough that the water could cover her completely once full.

The warmth of the water sank into her skin and she moaned. It felt so wonderful. She smiled at Rhys. "Join me?"

"Nah," he declined. "You enjoy yourself, honey."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why bring me here? Why the concern that I bathe? Why do you care?" Shiloh asked as she dipped warm water over her breasts.

Rhys cracked a smile. "I thought this would be a perfect place for future meetings, honey. Don't you agree?"

"Point."

He gazed upon her thoughtfully and let loose a ragged sigh. "I know who you are, Princess."

Shiloh gasped. Her eyes grew wider and she struggled to stand up.

"Relax, honey. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to protect you." Rhys stated as he sat down on the wall of the bath. "I didn't plan on revealing myself so soon to you."

"Who are you?" She relaxed a little but her heart was still pounding frantically. Part of her told her to run while the other part cautioned her that she wouldn't make it to the door before he pounced upon her. "What do you want?"

"As you well know, appearances can be deceiving. I'm not a sailor. My name is Rhys Sinclaire. I am with a group of....spies....from Illeria working against the Dhorn. We've been interested in what has been going on here in Betancuria for the past several months. We have people within the ranks of the Dhorn. We know what occurred at the castle. We know how you survived and where you've been hiding. Don't worry, Princess. We won't turn you over to the Dhorn. I am here to protect you."

Shiloh stared at him, shocked at what he had just revealed to her. Several emotions flashed across her face. Fear, betrayal, and uncertainty. Rhys stripped his clothes off and joined her in the bath. She flinched as he reached for her.

"Don't be afraid, honey. If I wanted to kill you, I'd have done that already." He wrapped his muscles arms around her body. "It surprised me when I noticed you on the docks yesterday. I asked myself why the royal princess who is supposed to be dead is pandering herself down here. I couldn't allow anyone else to approach you. Don't worry about Ashur. He's working for the same people I am. I will warn you now. There is a Dhorn Agent moonlighting as a sailor down here. I haven't figured out who it is yet, though. That is why it is important you stay away from anyone suspicious."

Shiloh nodded, her body still trembling. His news had shocked her tremendously. She hadn't expected that he would know who she was. "You know where I've been hiding? How?"

"One of our men is working for the same people you are. I also know you are in training. You have a lot to learn, honey. Your boss would not be happy if he knew what you were up to down here. You are not a whore. You are so much better than that."

Tears welled up in her eyes and began to fall down her cheeks. She rested her head against his shoulders.

"Who raped you, honey?" Rhys asked, softly stroking her back.

"Vico."

"That son of a bitch. It figures."

"You know Vico?"

"Not personally, but I know who he is."

"He rescued me the night the Dhorn stormed the castle. If not for him, I'd be dead." Shiloh brushed away her tears.

"One of our agents was supposed to make sure you escaped, but he fell to the Dhorn. It is good you survived. I will make sure you stay safe from here on out without tipping my hat, so to speak. I want you to be very careful, honey." Rhys gently stroked his hands over her flesh.

"I will. I have already been warned of the consequences of being discovered by the wrong people. I know not to tell anyone who I am." Shiloh felt utterly safe in his embrace.

"Good, honey." Rhys cracked a smile and reached for a sponge and a bar of sweet smelling soap. He began to wash her all over, paying special attention to her breasts, armpits, and nether regions. Shiloh winced as he ran the sponge over her lower lips. He turned her around and cleansed her bottom rather thoroughly, making sure he got between her cheeks. A red blush stained her face. She never imagined any one washing her as he had just done. She recalled her nanny would bathe her as a child, but it was nothing as intimate as this. Shiloh let out a moan. It felt so good.

Rhys smiled as he watched the pleasure blossom upon her face. Lifting her from the water, he carried her to the bed. He placed her in the middle and knelt above her. His eyes traveled the length of her body. She was incredibly beautiful. He smiled at her, watching as a rosy flush settled upon her skin. He covered her body with his and captured her lips. His kiss was gentle but insistent, his tongue sweeping between her teeth to tangle with hers. He lowered himself so that some of his weight held her down, and she moaned from the overwhelming sensation. She squirmed, but that only made her aware of the hard plane of his chest pressing her breasts and the harder rod of his sex prodding her thigh. His tongue filled her mouth with a heady, intoxicating taste.

He captured her wrists, sliding his hands up her forearms as he pulled them above her head. "I want you," he breathed into her mouth. He nipped her chin. "Can you take me one more time?"

His tongue laved at the pulse beneath her jaw. His hands had reached her breasts, fingers molding around them for a firm squeeze. "I'm going to show you something wonderful."

She moaned, arching into his hands. She couldn't help it. She was drowning in his heated embrace, unable to make clear sense of the riot of sensation surrounding her. His head dipped down to allow his tongue to taste the upper swells of her breasts. His hands kneaded her breasts, pushing them together, plumping them up. She could actually feel his breath tickling the sensitive tips. His tongue traced the edges of her nipples, one then the other. She dug her fingers into the meat of his shoulders, biting her lip to keep from begging. Finally his mouth closed over one nipple, and she cried out at the stab of fire that shot from that delicate point to pool deliciously between her legs.