“I… uh…”
“I know what you want, Matt.” I said, my fingers sliding up his arm, “It’s what I want too. All the other girls like me -Kiera, Eva, Furia- they treat me like meat, but with you, I feel like I could maybe be treated differently.”
“Like how?”
My fingers slid behind his head, “Like how a man should be treated by another man.” I gently angled his head so that his eyes rested on my lap.
He swallowed and blinked, his lower lip trembling. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Alexa. But you can call me ‘Alex’ if you want.” I giggled, running my hands through his wonderful curls, “I kind of like it, actually.”
“Alex, I… I…”
“Sweetie, it’s nothing to be scared of. Mine’s nice and small, and when it gets hard,” I whispered as it began to rise on demand, “it only gets a little thicker. You can’t even see my pussy right now, can you? And my tits are small enough that if I stretch like this,” I arched my back against the wall, “well, then I just look like a pretty boy. Just like you, Matt; my pretty little prince.”
“I can’t do this.” He breathed, staring rapturously at my cock as it engorged fully.
I ran my thumb along his smooth jawline, not a whisker to be seen on it. His lips were full and luscious, never before kissed. Why was it that when I saw purity, I wanted more than anything to defile it? Why couldn’t I leave something untainted? If I were Eva or Furia, I probably would’ve forced the issue until he loved it, but that wasn’t me. Even when I was with women, I was never the dominant partner. I could not be domineering like Furia or Eva, or even confidently masculine like Kiera could be. I was too tender a soul, and yet, I desired beyond de***********ion to be this man’s dominant, just for once to know what it was like. I could smell his weakness and trepidation, and it confused me almost as much as it aroused me. I did not know how to proceed, and so I would be very careful, and lead with a very light touch
I pressed my body against his side, and brought my mouth to his ear. I licked around the shell, and felt him shudder. I slowly slid my hand up his thigh until I felt his bulge. Oh, he was blessed. My fingers ran the length of him, then pushed beneath his waistband. He gasped.
“It’s OK,” I whispered in his ear as I gently grasped his cock, “I’ll take care of you, Matt. Just do what I say, and everything will be fine.”
With my grasping hand, I pulled his cock from his pants, and with the other, I angled his face toward mine, and kiss him. He was trepid and awkward, staring at me as my tongue entered his mouth, but I was soothing and sensual, guiding him with infinite patience. His inexperience made him submissive to me, and I nurtured that submissive side, gently subduing him with lips and tongue, carefully molding his virgin sexuality to my liking. When he tried to cup my cheek, I intercepted his hand with mine, and guided it to my crotch. I had to suppress a sharp inhalation was his fingers brushed my tip, for I did not want him to know how reactive my body was.
“That’s it,” I whispered on his lips, parting the kiss, “you can touch me there. Don’t be shy.”
I leaned back against the wall, and stroked him as he wrapped his unsure fingers around me.
“You know what to do.” I smiled, and he smiled nervously back, and began to stroke me. This time, I could not hide the sudden hiss that came through my lips, and my reaction emboldened him. His hand moved with more gusto, squeezing me at the base, then drawing up along the shaft, applying pressure so that the pleasure bulged before his grip, and bubbled out of my tip. My control over him was precarious, and I knew the dynamic could shift at any moment unless I regained my edge.
“Taste it.” I commanded softly, keeping my voice steady.
He looked up at me uncertainly, and I let go of his cock, and ran both my hands through his lush locks. “I know you’ve fantasized about it,” I said, gently guiding his head down, “you’ve gone over this moment so many times in your mind, that you already know what to do. Just let go, and follow your instincts.”
He looked inquisitively at the cock in his hand, then opened his lips, and kissed the tip. His tongue came out, and curiously licked me, running back and forth along my aperture until the head was pulsing and purple. I bit my lip and moaned, arching my back from the wall, struggling to keep my motions sensual and commanding. I applied steady pressure to the back of his head, not exerting him, but guiding him to the next step.
“Mmm,” I hummed a luxuriant moan, “now suck it, Matt. Just open those lips around it, and take it as deep as you can.”
He looked up at me from his coiled bangs, and slowly opened his mouth around the head. His teeth grazed me, but he retracted them quickly, and sealed his lips around my crease. My brows knitted together with pleasure, and my breaths became slow and heavy. I pushed down a little harder on the back of his head, and he slowly took me in.
“Yes!” I hissed, balling my hands in his hair, not pulling it, but keeping a firm grip, “that’s it! Just like that!”
My cock was short enough that most of it was in his mouth before my tip reached his throat. I didn’t pressure him to go deeper, but relaxed my grip in his hair, and pet him lovingly, running my fingers through his mane and down his neck. I looked dotingly upon him as he gave me a proud open-mouthed smile, and drew up, his sucking lips emitting little slurps until he was at my crease, and he rotated before going back down. I let out a long breath, and relaxed, feeling secure in my ability to control myself. I continued to nurture his demure sexuality, plying him with praise, grooming his hair with my fingers, smiling warmly upon him, making him feel safe. Making him desire my safety.
“You’re doing such a good job.” I whispered, “You make me feel so good, Matt. I can make you feel good, you know. I’ve had a lot of practice. I’ll teach you everything you want to know. You can come visit me, and we’ll do it in a private place where no one will see us. Would you like that?”
He nodded .
I grinned. “I’ll keep you safe. All the others, Furia, Eva and Kiera, they’ll want to do bad things to you. They won’t treat your right like I will. You’ll only be with me, OK?”
He nodded again, and I grinned endearingly. They would not corrupt him. He would belong only to me.
“That’s awful selfish of you, Alexa.” Furia’s voice came from above, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Mathew scrambled back.
“As you were, Your Highness.” Furia said airily, lounging nakedly atop the statue’s podium like a basking jungle cat, her bronze body a celebration of feminine curves, save for the one part of her that made her special. Prince Mathew stopped and stared when he saw it, and my jealousy flared.
“Go away, Furia!” I snapped, “He doesn’t want you!”
Furia raised her brow and smiled broadly, then flipped off the podium and landed before me, imposing despite her small frame. I scrambled to get up, but her hand was in my hair before I could, and she pushed me back on my ass. She pressed her flaccid cock against and my face, and smeared it over my nose and mouth, making me smell the used pussy that still coated it. I looked up at her to see her staring down with imperious eyes, biting her lip as she gazed down upon me. There wasn’t cruelty in her regard, but there was an overbearing aura that I could not fight no matter how I tried. I whimpered in submission, my shoulders slouching in defeat, and I opened my mouth for her wonderful cock.
“That’s right,” Furia smiled as she tenderly slid her nine inches down my gullet, “that’s what this mouth is for. Not for talking, no, no, no. Certainly not for filling a young man’s head with silly ideas. You don’t take care of anyone, Alexa. I take care of you, and you call me ‘Mommy’ when I do it. When I pull out, I want you tell Prince Mathew exactly what you are.”
Furia pulled her cock out, and the words flowed from me in a sob, “I’m a baby sissy slut!” I cried to Prince Mathew. It was who I was; there was no use fighting it. I saw his perception of me change, and in the place of shame, I felt an arousal so great that I nearly came. I pleaded with Furia, “Please let me suck your cock, Mommy!”
“Good girl,” Furia beamed, and pet my head, “now open wide.”
I grinned adoringly up at her as I relaxed my jaw, and took her meat all the way in once more.
“Is this what you are, Prince Mathew?” Furia asked, turning to look at the man, “There are many shades of sexuality, but in Alkandra, it all boils down to if you’re dominant or submissive. Alexa has yet to find someone to be submissive for her. She tried to take advantage of your inexperience. It was a very naughty thing for her to do.” Furia scratched behind my pointed ear, and crinkled her nose, “Bad girl, Alexa.”
“I’m sorry, Mommy.” I said around her cock.
Furia turned back to the prince. “Well?” She queried, “Will you share her with me, or kneel beside her?”
Prince Mathew took a cautious step forward, and Furia reached to the side, and pulled the cock out of his pants. She grinned when she saw the size of it, and caressed him with her thumb as she gently guided him to her. She tilted her head to receive his kiss, and he bowed to give it to her, surer of himself than he’d been with me. When they parted, Furia was grinning knowingly up at him, her fingers drawing along his underside, then flicking the tip. “On your knees, little boy.” She whispered.
Prince Mathew smiled coyly at me as he dropped to his beside me. I took his hand in mine, happy to have a male partner like me.
“Now,” Furia said, pulling her cock out of my mouth, and pressing the tip to Mathew’s, “let’s discuss that trade deal, shall we?”
KIERA
I let the smoke of my lungs, and fell backwards. I was in a secluded arboretum, the birds chirping, the insects droning lazily. My muscles felt like liquid, my skin felt like the petals of a flower, and my belly radiated with a drowsy heat. The colors of the world were vibrant and glowing, and my mind was an empty hall of bliss. I was lying in the grass, enjoying every gentle blade against my flesh. I was naked. I’d shed my clothes the moment the drugs took effect, and savored the caress of the wind.
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