Insatiable (Rough Bondage & Voyeurism) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 8) Read Online Free Page B

fucked her again and again, grinding Klea into the floor as he did. The point of her hips and shoulders were raw, her knees bruised as she tried to arch upward into him. His cock filled her perfectly, almost overfilled her, and even with her face in the cobblestones, she felt a familiar force gather in her cunt, ready to be fucked out of her.
    From the courtyard below, she heard wild moans of pleasure, women’s moans, almost a wail.  
    “You’ve got a nice cunt for a harlot,” Diomedes said.
    “You’ve got a nice cock for a domineering asshole,” said Klea. At that he twisted her arm up even further, pulling her torso up off the stone floor, and drove his cock as deeply as he could, scraping her hips and knees forward.
    Klea cried out, the mix of sensations pulling her close, and at her cry he plowed her again, with even more force, and then one last time and Klea felt everything in her body break loose as she trembled with her orgasm, her eyes rolling back into her head, her body jerking and going slack. It seemed to radiate out and through her, starting in her cunt and traveling through her bones to her pain points, her arm and her neck and her knees where they scraped the stones.
    Finally she went slack, embracing the cold floor, and Diomedes, still hard, pulled out. Too exhausted to look up, she heard him grunt and felt a hot, sticky splatter on her back. He wiped the tip of his dick on one ass cheek, and then he stood.
    As he neared the door and Klea laid on the floor, spent, there was a small tinkle as something metal landed in front of her face. A little bronze key.
    “Show yourself out,” he said, and he opened the door.
    “Wait,” Klea said.
    He paused, one foot on the threshold.
    “What will happen to the men?”
    He snorted. “I think the mares have taken care of them.”
    Klea said nothing but looked at him. “You mean sex?”
    “The king didn’t tell you they’re maneaters?”
    “He did.”
    “Well, unless they’re particularly sturdy specimens, the girls are gonna fuck them to death. Sounds like they’re on about round three if I’m not wrong.”
    Klea stood, key in her hand, thinking. Diomedes turned his head, ready to go again, when she stopped him.
    “Wait,” she said, looking over the balcony, trying to think of a last-minute ruse to get him to help her. He was right: the two men were lying prone on the ground, not moving, as the women bounced up and down on their cocks. “Is he supposed to be down there?”
    No way he’s going to fall for that, she thought.
    Diomedes came up to the balcony and looked over. “Who?”
    “Right down there,” she said, praying. “Right up against the wall.”
    Slowly, he leaned over, just like she’d hoped. He went up on his tiptoes, and just as he began to say something, Klea squatted, grabbed his knees, and lifted with every ounce of strength she had in her. His torso acted as a counterweight and Diomedes went right over the stone railing, falling to the courtyard below.
    “HEY!” she heard him bellow, and peeked over. “HEY!!” he shouted again, and then the three women saw him and rose from the half-dead guards. Giggling and cooing, they closed in.
    Klea took the key, unlocked her collar, jumped back into her skirt and ran downstairs, praying that she remembered how to get to the room the guards had been in. She opened door after door on the long hallway until, finally, she recognized two beds and a far door. She opened that door, too. It led onto the courtyard.
    “Hey!” she shouted. The guards, still on the ground, looked up. “Come on!” she said.
    Slowly, they got up. The women didn’t seem to notice and Diomedes’ eyes were rolling back in his head as two of them licked his long cock like a lollipop.
    “Hurry up,” she hissed. They start jogging, and finally, they were in the room. She slammed the door.

    In the end, once Diomedes was taken care of, Klea waited until the women turned back into horses and loaded them onto a