Swallow

It’s been tough getting myself to sit down let alone find the words necessary to write. I’m not sure where my desire has wandered off to, but I want it back. Here’s something to maybe wake my muse. 

Malta tried to melt into the terra-cotta wall, praying the two girls on either side of her would overshadow her slight presence. It should’ve been an easy task considering the girls. Armia on her left was an Amazon with a body to match, while Resha to her right was a beautiful onyx color with a shorn head and wide hips. Malta was a figure in between beautiful in her own right, as is fitting the pleasure slaves owned by the King, but nowhere near the heights of the other women. 

Maybe that would leave her unnoticed another night. She’d been trying to stay under the radar for months, but something in the pit of her belly made her fear her time was up. 

“Look at all the sychopants out tonight,” Resha said with a bored sigh. “No one worth revealing my breasts for.” 

Armia laughed loud enough to draw a few eyes their way. Malta squeezed hers shut and hoped they’d return to the activities instead of them. 

“I see a few I’d reveal more than my breasts to.” Armia’s purr made Malta shiver. 

“I’d like to escape back to my room.” Malta mumbled the words under her breath and gazed longingly toward the exit through the moving bodies. 

Fingers tickled down her back, causing another shiver. She cast a narrowed gaze at Armia. “Not before you’re used tonight, little flower.” 

Malta bit her tongue to prevent the angry words building up in her throat. She swallowed them down and focused all her attention on blending in to the wall. Some slow deep breaths, a simple tuning out of the ruckus around her, and she felt the herself slip away mentally. 

After what felt like hours, the party began to wind down. Her anxiety decreased by the second as the last of the dances were completed and people began to pair up. 

Armia had disappeared with a tall, thin man an hour ago. Her cries could be heard over the din of the room so she couldn’t be too far. 

“It’s time for me to retire.” 

Resha’s words startled her out of her focus. Malta looked up to see the other pleasure slave slipping through the crowd, leaving her vulnerable in the too busy room. 

Malta made to follow, hoping the crowd and the party winding down would give her enough cover to get out. 

Gathering her courage, she let her bare feet carry her into the bodies. She tried not to touch anyone, staying close to the wall and keeping her head down. The hall was in sight, her speed increasing with her need to be through and free. 

A hand wrapped around her forearm stopped her forward motion. She nearly stumbled with the abrupt stop. 

“What have we here? A free pleasure slave.”

Malta spun around to face Tabor, the King’s high guard. He was a beautiful with his shoulder length wavy hair and full lips, but the cruelty in his eyes made him someone Malta purposely avoided. 

He eyed her now and she wished she had more cover than the thin mesh dress that revealed every inch of her body. 

“The King just remarked that he was in need of relief.” He pulled her close until he could whisper in her ear. “And I find I could use some relief as well.”

Something shimmered through her, but she ignored it. Hanging on to her anger at being stopped instead. 

She clenched her teeth as he led her from the room opposite of where she wanted to go. So close, she thought as she gazed longingly behind her. 

They moved down the hall that led only to the suites of the King. Malta resisted the urge to drag her feet, knowing it wouldn’t stop what was to come. It was hard to tamp down her fear as Tabor tapped lightly at the double doors. They swung in, flooding the dim hallway with light. 

“Tell me you’ve brought me something to slack this thirst I have.” The King’s voice floated over the large room, sending Malta’s heart racing. 

Tabor glanced down at her, his dark eyes glinting as he smiled. “Oh, I believe this will satisfy. Something fresh and untouched.”

She swallowed hard and lifted her chin. How he knew she was untouched was beyond her, but she hid her shock choosing to present a strong front. She could get through this just as she’d gotten through everything else since the beginning of her life. 

Tabor drew her around in front of him so she face the room. With a quick flick of a knife, her gown lay at her feet and her body bared to the room. A hand snuck around to grasp her breast, drawing a shocked gasp from her. 

His breath blew across her bare shoulder seconds before his lips brushed her ear. “Present yourself to the King, Malta. Let him have you first so then I may have you all to myself.” 

He rolled her nipple between his fingers, drawing it to a point before releasing it. He stepped away from her, leaving her face hot and her back cold. 

Malta didn’t want to move, but the sharp smack to her bottom propelled her forward with a yelp. As she moved, her hands crept up to cover her breasts and her sex. 

“Hands down, Malta. Do not hide what no longer belongs to you.”

Tabor’s gruff voice held a warning, one she knew to heed. He was known for quick hand with the whip. Many a person had returned to the slave quarters with ribbons of skin on their backs missing because of Tabor. 

“And what have we here?”

As she approached the bed where he reclined, the King’s eyes roamed over her form. She could feel it like a caress and had to suppress her shudder. 

He was still young and fit, still handsome even though his brown hair had started to thin on top. While less of a warmonger than his father before him, he wasn’t known for being gentle or kind in or out of his suites. 

It was the stories that had made her dodge coming into this room. Even knowing it was her duty to serve him, Malta feared giving herself to him. The beatings, the screams, the way the girls were confined after to recover… 

“Very pretty, Tabor. Did you pick her yourself?” 

The King beaconed her on to the bed. She climbed onto the feathered mattress with great reluctance. Too bad she couldn’t truly enjoy the first nice bed she’d ever been in. 

“I did, Askha.” Tabor’s voice came close behind her, but she didn’t turn around. 

The King caressed her face before trailing a finger down to her collarbone. “She’s just what you like.”

“You know my tastes well.”

He glanced over her shoulder at Tabor, an unreadable look in his eyes. The King smiled suddenly, the move softening his face considerably. 

“I do indeed.” He turned to sit up, turning so they faced one another, spreading his legs out in front of him. 

The folds of his robe parted to show his thighs. A hand between her shoulder blades urged her forward until she was on her hands and knees before him. Malta watched as the King parted his robe further to reveal his cock. 

Malta felt Tabor’s hands on her ankles pulling her thighs apart. She tried to turn in protest, but the King reached forward to capture her hair in his fist. 

“Uh uh, eyes on me, pretty flower. Tabor will take care of things, but I need you to take care of me.” 

Before her eyes, his cock hardened to an impressive length. Did he expect her to place her mouth on him? 

He chuckled as he gripped himself at the base. “Don’t be shy. That mouth of yours is made to receive cock.” 

“Her whole body is made to receive cock.” Tabor patted her bottom then slid two finger along her lower lips. 

The King drew her forward, holding her hair fast. She considered resisting, but knew it would only earn her a beating. So when the tip of his cock touched her lips, she opened to receive. 

“Good girl,” the King breathed when she closed her lips around around him. “Now suck.”

Malta closed her eyes and tried to do as he asked. She knew to watch her teeth and keep her suction tight. The faster she worked the faster she’d find herself back in her room. 

“She’s quite good.” The quiver in his voice gave her a secret thrill. “Now tell me how her cunt feels.” 

The bed dipped around her knees and she paused. The hand in her hair tightened, warning her to continue. 

“She’s untried, something I’m sure your not used to, Askha. I’d rather take my time discovering her.” 

Calloused hands parted her bottom so her lower lips splayed open. Her thighs shook from the foreign feeling of being so exposed. The coolness of the room hit her a brief second before moist heat slicked inside her. 

The pleasure took her by surprise, forcing a low moan from her that vibrated along the King’s shaft. His grip tightened, pulling her further down on him. Malta sucked harder in response. 

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but she seems to like it a lot,” the King gasped out. 

“Giving her a little pleasure.” Another lap of a tongue and Malta thrust her hips back.

“To soften her up I assume.” 

“There she is.” Tabor pressed a kiss to her thigh before he stopped touching her. 

Malta’s disappointment made her slow for a moment before she focused on her task. She redoubled her efforts once again, aiming to please the King. 

Tabor’s hands circled her waist. She felt the blunt tip of him probing at her entrance. There was no way to protest the way he invaded her body with her mouth so full. He filled her so quickly, spearing her and breaking through thin barrier of her innocence. Tabor gave her no time to adjust and the King demanded his pleasure. 

“And how does she feel?” The question was strained as it was asked. 

“Hot, tight, and wet. Exactly as I knew she’d be.” 

Tabor punctuated each word with a thrust, driving her forward onto the royal cock. 

“Perhaps you should take this one as your own, Tabor. I believe you’ve earned yourself a dedicated slave.”

Fingers touched at the apex of her thighs, circling her clit and making her hips rock back into each thrust. 

“Thank you, my King, you are far too kind to me.” 

The King choked on his laughter. “Drop the facade. You would’ve asked me for her anyway. Or taken her when I wasn’t looking.” 

“Again, you know me too well.”

Tabor drove into Malta hard, the feeling of him inside her sending a spiral of sensations through her. It was foreign and made her want to squirm away, an impossibility with the way both the King and Tabor held her. 

“Ah, I feel you, Malta. I’d treat you like the good little slave you are. No more avoiding me and plenty of you coming on my cock.” 

She closed her eyes, but was unable to fight off the rising sensation in her core. As the King used her mouth, and Tabor used her cunt, Malta’s world narrowed and then expanded to explode around her. 

The King held her head hard, his cock pulsing as he came down her throat. She sucked, her mind a blur. 

Tabor pushed through the ripples of her body, striving for his own completion. She simply collapsed between the King’s legs, spreading her thighs wider to receive Tabor’s thrusts. 

“That’s a good girl. Such a good girl.”

He came with a roar, the heat of him filling her up. 

“Well, I’m sated.” The King clapped his hands and rolled away. “You may have her moved into your room this night. Try to show up for duty on time in the morning.”

“I’ll try, my King.” 

Her mind was slowly coming back around and the realization of what had happened hit her. Malta would’ve collapsed completely, but he held her fast. 

“No avoiding me now, Malta.” He thrust gently and her body fluttered around him. “I wanted you and now I have you.”

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Another change in her constantly changing world. 

2 comments

  1. This just may have gotten you out of you writing doldrums, Cara. A hot sexy story with some depth of character. It had a bit of a raw feel to it, maybe the use of the word ‘Amazon’ at the start) and I couldn’t help but think of The Lion King as I read thinking these could be animals. Then this… He came with a roar… I about died. I could see a new chapter soon…

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