Authors: Jane Price
Our sopping wet genitals smashing together with an almost supersonic fury, and a small trickle of orgasm seizing me by the time he pulled out. Only to have his place taken by Mark almost immediately. Zach, then, stomped around on his knees in front of me, and slipped his cock into my mouth, so that as Mark proceeded to violently slam his pelvis against my buttocks and drive his cock into my pussy, Zach's own engorged member was repeatedly jousted into the lowest depths of my windpipe, in what was perhaps the most perverse and seesaw-like configuration imaginable between three oversexed lovers.
Finally, at long long last, the moment I had been anticipating reared its beautiful, sweaty head. I laid my body down carefully on top of Zach, covering him like a blanket, and savoring the sensation as Mark wrapped his hand around his co-fucker's cock, pushing it into me with some difficulty from below given the angle of my swollen stomach, but at last managing to drive him into my deepest, sticky depths.
Zach, then, climbed to the very top of the pile, and I moaned with sheer pleasure as he mounted me, slicing his prick through the tight, prohibitive pinprick of my sphincter, and pushing inside my rectum, burying that sharp cock so deep up my ass that I thought he might never again retrieve it, and at long, long last touching down inside me.
I was fucking full to bursting...
The two men plowed me mercilessly, fucking and thrusting and pumping and humping, pushing themselves deeper and deeper into me with each progressive pounding of my body. The grinding of their penises up against one another through the layers of my body turning me on like you wouldn't believe.
The moans streaming steadily from my mouth as the pleasure went on for what felt like ages. Faster and faster and faster they fucked me, until at last bursting their nuts all over my insides, coating my pink meaty flesh with white sticky sperm and overflowing clean out of me, and in turn setting me tumbling clean over the edge with sheer, climactic splendor.
I came, I shook, I screamed with orgasm more thorough than had ever graced my trembling body. The combination of vaginal climax in my pregnancy-engorged lady bits and anal orgasm from behind nearly knocking me out completely, so that all around me seemed to vanish. I was left with nothing else of which to speak save for the sheer, beautiful chaos of this most perverse and beautiful moment.
And somehow, as I lay wrapped up in these two men's arms and received their kisses, I knew that, no matter what happened, the child presently growing inside my swollen, ravished body would wind up in good and loving hands upon his entry into the world.
THE END
Chapter 1
The island of Araeldania was a place of snow and ice, a bitter place plagued by frostbite. It had always been ruled by the Araeldan family. With the passing ages, the island acquired power and wealth beyond any other nation, overshadowing many of its neighboring countries, who, of course, envied the island’s vast wealth. It seemed like the last thing Araeldania needed was more wealth. But, for King Lucas, the current ruler of Araeldania, there was still more wealth to be acquired.
Lucas, better known as Luke, was one of the greediest rulers Araeldania had ever seen. All Luke wanted in life was wealth and power. So, when his little princess, Zaria, came of age, he hatched a plan to use her in order to acquire even more wealth. He was ready to marry her off to the highest bidder. Luke didn’t care who Zaria married as long as her husband brought his wealth along with him.
So Luke started his search for the wealthiest suitor he could find. After a few weeks of searching, Luke finally came across Oliver. He was the son of the current ruler of the Mokha Islands, a group of nine islands that banded together, forming one united nation. The Mokha Islands had a monopoly of all sea bound trading routes, practically controlling the entire ocean with their huge navy ships. This made them incredibly wealthy and powerful, almost as wealthy as Araeldania herself. Oliver seemed to be a storybook prince.
Oliver, however, was about ten years older than Zaria, but Luke didn’t care. Oliver was wealthy and that’s all that mattered. To Luke’s content, Oliver accepted the proposal quickly. Oliver too saw the marriage as a gateway to further his wealth and fame. Within a few days, everything was ready: wedding dates, venues, staff, food and anything else required for a lavish wedding. Luke couldn’t wait to announce the big news to his citizens.
His little princess had no idea about the arranged marriage that was planned for her. Luke didn’t care, however. If she didn’t approve of Oliver they would still get married and Luke would still receive the wealth of their marriage.
For the purpose of announcing the wedding Luke organized a giant dinner party, inviting all sorts of prestigious guests. The party was luxurious with imported foods and high-quality entertainment. Zaria, of course, looked stunning in her new blue dress that her father had bought for her. She wondered why her father had done such a thing. Zaria usually had to beg for new dresses. Something felt off to Zaria. She had no idea why they were hosting a party or why her father seemed to be making such a huge fuss about it.
As Zaria walked into the ballroom her father had rented for the party everyone started to cheer. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen since she was the Princess of Araeldania, but this time the cheers felt different. Zaria wondered what it was. She wondered if there was a reason for the feeling or if she was just being paranoid. Maybe her father had invited more guests than normal to the party.
Suddenly, her father appeared, taking her hand. He whistled, getting the attention of the entire room. They were blanketed in silence. He looked at the crowd surrounding him before yelling out, “Ah! Here is the lady of the hour, my lovely daughter, Zaria!” She looked at her father curiously. Zaria was still perplexed. It was strange for her father to make a fuss about her. Usually, he liked to keep all the attention to himself. Something was definitely amiss.
Zaria felt herself being pulled toward the grand staircase in the middle of the room. They started walking up the stairs. Zaria could feel her father’s hand crush hers as if to keep her from running away. As Zaria climbed the stairs with her father she noticed a foreign looking man standing at the top of the steps. He had dark skin, hair, and eyes, unlike anyone from Araeldania. She wondered where he was from and what he was doing on Araeldania.
At the top of the steps, Luke grabbed the man’s hand as well. Luke was now standing between the strange man and Zaria, like some sort of buffer. Zaria took the moment of silence to look at the crowd below her. They looked at her expectantly, as if waiting for her to do something as if they knew something she didn’t. She then quickly glanced over at the man, not liking the look of him. What was going on? It was only moments before her father announced the news that it hit her. She felt like there was a twenty-pound boulder in her gut. No… this couldn’t be happening.
“Hello, people of Araeldania! As you all may know we have gathered here today for a wonderful occasion.” He paused a moment, looking at the crowd, a smile plastered on his face. He took a deep breath, for dramatic effect, before continuing, “I am pleased to announce, as your ruler, that tonight my daughter is officially engaged to
Prince
Oliver of the Great Mokha Islands.
Zaria stood there in a state of disbelief. Was this really happening? No, this had to be some sort of sick nightmare. Prince Oliver? Who was that? She had never heard of him before in her life, how was she supposed to marry him? She had never spoken a word to him. She didn’t know anything about him! How on Earth would she marry him?
As Oliver got down on one knee, placing a very expensive diamond ring on her finger, Zaria could do nothing to stop him. She could only look at the ring numbly. No… this couldn’t be happening. She didn’t love this man! She loved another. How could she marry someone she didn’t love? She needed to find Ryder immediately.
But, before she could run away, Oliver stood up, smirking down at her. He was much taller than her, making her feel uncomfortable. Before she could stop him he had his lips pressed against hers, kissing her hard. His rough skin pressed down harshly against her delicate lips. She was almost sure her lips would bruise. He pulled her closer, his hand creeping into her hair, tugging on it, making her hurt. The kiss intensified much to Zaria’s dismay.
He finally pulled away only when Zaria felt like she was about to suffocate. The crowd went wild. They were cheering on the island’s new power couple. They thought it was a time to celebrate, a happy time, they had no idea this would make their princess very miserable.
She didn’t want this. She wanted to wash her mouth out with soap. She wanted to rid herself of this horrible memory. She wanted to run to the stables and fall into Ryder’s arms. She wanted to disappear.
Chapter 2
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Zaria managed to sneak away from the party. Outside she chucked off her high heeled shoes and started to run. She ran as fast as could, feeling like if she slowed down, even a little bit, everything would come crashing down around her. She had to get to him. He would be the only one that would know what to do.
Zaria kept running past the point of exhaustion. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of running, the stables finally came into sight.
There
.
Zaria had been in equestrian sports ever since she was a young girl. It was the only thing she had to look forward as she grew up with a father that did nothing but neglect her. It was this equestrian love that brought her to Ryder and how they became best friends.
Ryder was the man that took care of all the horses. He had been an orphan from some unknown country who had washed up on the Araeldania shore. Zaria’s father had given him a job in the stables from a very young age. Now he was head stable master and took care of all the horses by himself with only a few sub-workers working under his wing. He was only about twenty years old. No one knows what his actual age.
Ryder was now sitting alone in the stable loft, his home, eating a lowly dinner of bread and butter. He wasn’t paid much for his job and so the only time he had anything more than bread was when Zaria brought him something from the Araeldan mansion. He sighed a bit now, wondering what she was doing. He could hear the party’s music and wondered if she was having fun. He hoped she was; she deserved it. He wanted her to be happy.
He suddenly dropped his bread when there was a pounding on the stable door. Ryder had no idea who it might be and so quickly raced down the stairs in order to open the door. It was late, so it seemed odd that anyone would need him so urgently.
Before answering the door, he quickly wiped his hands clean. To his surprise, he opened the door to a panting Zaria. His eyes went big at the sight of her. He definitely wasn’t expecting her.
Ryder had the biggest crush on the beautiful princess. They had grown up together and as time went on his love for her only increased. She had been his only friend when he found himself all alone in a strange new world where he could understand no one. She had been kind and compassionate to him from the very beginning and he would never forget it. It was inevitable that he would fall in love with her. He had no idea she felt the same way.
“Can… can… I please come in?” Zaria’s voice was shaky and Ryder could immediately tell something was wrong. He nodded quickly, moving out of the doorway.
“Of course, Zee, what’s wrong?” He asked, concerned, letting her inside and helping her climb the stairs to the loft where he sat her down on the bed, one of the only pieces of furniture he owned. She looked pale and was breathing raggedly. Ryder got up and offered her a cup of water, which she accepted eagerly. She gulped down her water and then took a few minutes to compose herself.
“Oh… Ryder… the worst thing ever just happened to me…” She hugged him tightly, burying her face into his chest. She clung to him desperately, never wanting to let go. Ryder gently rubbed her back, not knowing what else to do. He stroked her hair, gently, his chin laying on the top of her head as he held her in his arms.
After a while, Ryder couldn’t take it anymore. He had to know. “Zee… please, sweetie, tell me what happened.” He whispered softly as he looked into her beautiful eyes. He hoped she would tell him what had happened. He hoped he would be able to help somehow. It killed him to see her like this. He had to get to the bottom of this.
Finally, she pulled away, looking a bit more composed. However, she didn’t say a word much to Ryder’s disappointment. Instead, she held out her hand. Ryder immediately noticed the dazzling diamond ring around her finger.
“Whoa! What is that thing? It’s huge!” Ryder’s eyes were huge, staring at the ring. He grabbed her hand suddenly, moving it this way and that, in order to examine the ring. He had never seen such concentrated wealth before.
“It’s… it’s an engagement ring…” Zaria answered softly, looking at him. She didn’t know what else to say. Words no longer wanted to obey her and so her lips spewed out only the truth. She felt like her whole world was turning upside down and she was clutching at nothingness as she descended into a bottomless abyss.
“Oh…” Ryder’s face fell. An engagement ring. Then that meant… Ryder’s world came crashing down around him as he felt his heart break into a million pieces. How could this be happening to him?