0 comments/ 45119 views/ 6 favorites Bodyguard By: czar1024 My name is Steve Lund I've been a bodyguard for celebrities for the last 15 years and in my time I saw some crazy shit. I've seen celebrities having threesomes, foursomes, orgies, all lesbian orgies, all those amazing things, but there is one night during my career that I will never forget. I was working for Lindsay Lohan in the summer of 2004, this was in July just after she had turned 18, we were in Chicago on a tour promoting a movie she had been in and she had decided to go out for the night. Being the guy back at the hotel, I expected a quiet night. Around 1 am though Lindsay had decided to come back to the hotel, she wasn't having any luck with the boys and apparently cops were showing up at the party she was at so our guys got her out of there before anything stupid happened. When Lindsay stumbled into the room completely drunk, she yelled for everyone to leave. I started out of the room, but she grabbed my elbow and told me to hold on. The other guys left and Lindsay started to take off clothes, starting with her already tiny partially see through shirt. "You know" she slurred "You are like the hottest of the guards I've seen I nodded to her, I wasn't sure what to say. "Do you like my tits?" she asked, removing her bra and grabbing her breasts, I hesitated with my answer and she quickly demanded an answer of me. "Well?!" she nearly yelled. "Yes, of course I like them Ms. Lohan, they are perfect" I replied truthfully, although I wasn't, making much of this I had been shown and asked to judge body parts before. However the next question took me off guard "Steve, will you fuck me tonight?" She pouted and sat down on the king sized bed. Now I really didn't know what to say, I was just staring at her sexy teenage body. "Come here Steve, I want you!" I went over to the bed and sat down with her, she immediately went after my neck, sucking and kissing and biting. All I wanted to do at that point was to play with her perfect tits, so I reached out and grabbed them, fondling and pinching making her moan softly in between bites and licks of my neck. After a couple minutes I was incredibly hard and she wanted more than just her tits played with, she was undoing my shirt and I slipped my hand down under her skirt and started to play with her little pussy through her silk thong. As I worked my hand over her sopping wet cunny she was working to get my pants undone but she was nearing orgasm as I worked her over really quickly. Lindsay got the button undone before she grabbed my arm, let out a little scream and fell back on the bed. While Lindsay was cumming the first time, I pulled her panties off and started to go down on her, licking her all over and tasting her sweet sticky pussy. This caused much more moaning, especially when my fingers slid into her tight cunt and I started to rock them into her, she was moaning and begging to taste my cock, so I couldn't disappoint the girl. I helped her take my pants off and held my cock for her while she adjusted and slid the head of my 8 inches into her mouth. I was groaning and grabbing her hair, making her take as much of it as possible in her mouth, after a couple minutes I stopped her and we got into a 69 position and I resumed licking her sweetness. Lindsay finally couldn't stand it any more, she wanted my cock in her now, I knew this wouldn't last long, she was so damn tight, 2 of my fingers barely fit in her, and at times I had to switch to just 1. So we got switched around, she was on her hands and knees and wanted it from behind, so I grabbed her hips, lined up my cock and started to ease myself into her pussy, Lindsay got impatient and rammed backwards, my cock filling her up and causing a yelp of pain/pleasure. I grabbed her hair and started to fuck her, she was screaming so loud, I thought we would get complaints but at the time the pleasure was so intense on my dick that I felt like I would explode at any minute. I fucked her as hard as possible which was how she was begging for it, again and again "Fuck me harder STEVE!!!" she cried out, and I did, reaming her pussy until she came again, her pussy clinched around my cock even tighter and she actually passed out before my cock shot stream after stream of hot cum into her tight pussy. I pulled out of her and tried to catch my breath, Lindsay was asleep, naked in the bed, cum dripping out of her pussy, she had passed out and just didn't wake up... before I left I put the blanket over her and then I went to the other room in the suite. I put my clothes on and went and got another guard to watch the door while I slept, I was tired as hell and wanted to be rested for morning, just in case... To be continued? Bodyguard Burgeonie, spoke quietly with Silvonia. "Silvy, do you ever look at your Guard?" Her friend looked confused. The two noblewomen were having a light lunch together in the sanctity of Burgeonie's fortified mansion. Burgeonie, at least, was confined to the house for the entire day by necessity. Her Bodyguard, Baynor, had his day of leave. And Silvy's Guard had gone with him. And the two Noblewomen friends had arranged to spend the day together in their Warriors' absence. Burgeonie was required to allow Baynor to leave whenever he requested absence, to serve his needs, but she didn't mind. It gave her the chance to speak of something forbidden with her best friend. Something to do with him. Burgeonie could talk of him now only because Baynor was with the Warrior Whores, having his needs satisfied by many women, as was custom for the Warrior kind. Silvy looked perplexed, wondering what Burgeonie was getting at. "Well, no. I have never looked. But it's forbidden for them to look at us. So I just assumed always I did right by the Warriors to not look at them." Burgeonie blushed, not knowing quite how to broach this delicate subject with her friend. She tried a different angle. "Have you not ever watched yours while he bathes? As he sleeps? When you take a lover to bed?" Burgeonie stared hard at Silvy, willing her to understand what she feared she could not simply say. "Burgeonie, their beliefs and their code are sacred. I am ever grateful my Warrior protects me. I respect his way of life. Why do you ask?" Burgeonie sighed. She'd have to come out and say it. She believed she could trust her oldest friend not to speak of it to anyone else, but still, old habits die hard and they were taught from birth to keep the classes segregated, in life, in deed, in word and in thought. The Warrior class, of all classes, believed in this code with all their strength and heart. It helped them to focus so they could do their jobs. Taking a deep breath, Burgeonie just plunged straight in. "I... My Guard is beautiful," she spoke, softly, reverently. "When we met, I saw the most lovely man I have ever seen. But apart from that, I saw something else, felt and heard something. In his eyes, there was such hunger. In his voice, such buried yearning. I think that he loves me." Silvonia was openly shocked, her mouth hanging open wide. "Tell me details," she smiled, betraying her own secret curiosity of the strict Warrior men. Burgeonie looked pained, as if what she spoke of was so sacred, that to utter words would be to sully it. But finally, she said, "I was so struck by his beauty and the discordance of longing in his soul, that I peeked while we bathed." Silvonia's brows hit the roof. "Oh, Silvy. His body is poetry in motion, his muscles are sculpted like an angel, powerful and perfect. His face reflects the beauty of Heaven above. And... I looked at his manhood." Silvonia gasped. "Tell me of the Warrior's sword. Oh I'm dying to know. I've heard such stories." Burgeonie rolled her eyes at her friend, but secretly she was greatly relieved to be able to confide in her. Burgeonie swallowed, closing her eyes as she remembered the sight of her Warrior's naked body and penis. Her body fluttered involuntarily, responding to the memory of glimpsing her own virile example of masculine power. "It is magnificent. It hangs the length of my forearm, as thick around as my wrist. His sac is heavy, like plums. The cap of his weapon is sleek, like a helmet. And... I have seen it in readiness." Silvonia's eyes lit up. "Tell me all of it, in detail." Burgeonie worried at her lower lip with her teeth. "Well, when it is engorged, its color blushes to deep pink. It grows in size and stiffens, stretching up high and bowing when he walks. Dewy beads of fluid seeped from its slit. While we bathed, when he thought I was not looking, I saw him grip the shaft in his fist and rub it." Burgeonie demonstrated the graceful pumping motion of primal male self-pleasure. "He realized it not, but he groaned aloud. Ohh, the sound! It made me wet for him." "I can imagine. Tell me, have you taken a lover to bed with Baynor?" Silvy referred to the rule that the Warrior's charges may not ever be left alone, unguarded, not even during intimate couplings. "Yes. Just once. Baynor looked pained with emotion and his tool bulged in his breeches. Silvy, would it be terribly wrong to ease him? I want to feel his maleness. I want to satisfy my warrior." ---- The warmth of the water seeped into Baynor's muscles. He didn't feel aches or pains really but the heat was soothing anyway, and Burgeonie desperately needed the bath to get warm. He had placed her in the hot pool after carefully removing her clothes, averting his eyes the whole time. Bodyguards did not mean anything to their Charges, as the law was taught. Guards were there for protection only. And so Baynor pushed aside his own desire to protect his beautiful Charge from the chill of Death himself. When he'd removed his own clothes and slipped into the large hot bath pool beside her, it was business only. Be near your Charge at all times. Those were the rules. So he lay on his side facing Burgeonie and tried to enjoy the bath as he waited for her to awaken. In the four years since he'd been pledged to protect her, he'd been naked with her many times, in bed with her many times, and not one stray thought, not one furtive glance, and definitely no inappropriate touch. That was the code. He'd been diligent in all aspects of his job. Except one. Bodyguards were not supposed to care for their Charges. And he hadn't before. His previous Charges were all business arrangements. He hardly remembered what they looked like, so much he'd avoided looking at them, as was proper. You don't get emotionally involved. It throws off your instincts and skills. And besides, the Charge should feel like they are always alone. He'd been in bedrooms dozens of times while his Charges had sexual intercourse, as part of the furniture, though he could hear the liquid sounds of sex, the grunts and groans of fucking, smell the musky scent. He'd been in showers while they bathed, bathing himself. Ignored by the Charge and ignoring. But not Burgeonie. When he'd accepted the post, the only time he was permitted to speak with and closely look at his Charge, he'd met her and had been astonished. She was so tiny, so fragile, gamine and fey in her pale-haired, pale-skinned beauty, so different from his darkness. He'd immediately worried about her, a cardinal rule already broken. He should have rescinded his post straight away, by the laws, but he didn't. He couldn't. He had to protect her. It was a need in him so strong it couldn't be overruled. He would devotedly sacrifice his considerably large muscles and bones, happily siphon off his lifeblood, in the course of discharging his duty. He would die for Burgeonie. He cared that much. In the world of Warriors, it was expected of them to die for their Charges, but the death was clean, dispassionate, a strategy employed to tactical advantage. Not because you loved the Noblewoman. The emotion itself could cause massive errors in judgment, get the Charge killed and instead of the Guard. It was utterly forbidden. But Baynor didn't care. His heart was taken and his fate was sealed the moment he laid eyes on her. Burgeonie lay facing him, unconscious and shivering. She'd been attacked today, for her jewels, and had gotten caught in the snow as Baynor dispatched the assailant in a violent rage. She had been freezing, had fallen faint. In a panic, he'd carried her to the nearest bathhouse to warm her up. And here they were. Burgeonie's skin was so soft where he'd had to touch it to move her, undress her, so soft and pale. His big warrior body had betrayed him and gotten hard, his penis punching erect and throbbing. He'd have to go visit a Warrior Whore soon, maybe straight after. He needed to ejaculate and that's what the Whores were for, to keep Bodyguards and Warriors, burdened with insatiable appetites, on a level. Their bodies were carnal engines, huge and strong, and the visits to the Whores were the few times Bodyguards ever left their Charges. But Baynor hated that he had to do it, to sully his own body with women he knew not and cared not for. He wished he could sate his desires with Burgeonie, with his love. But the notion was ridiculous. Burgeonie cared as much for him as the bed she slept on, the food she ate. Which is to say, not at all. Baynor blamed her not, it was how all were raised. He tried to suppress his pulsating cock while placing her in the pool and had managed only somewhat. His dick was at half-mast but if he avoided touching it, the erection would eventually go limp. Still. He really wanted to fist it, pump it off until his come spurted everywhere. Inwardly he swore. He'd waited too long again to see the Whores. He closed his eyes, blocking at least his view of her naked skin, and tried to brand this experience, this closeness with Burgeonie, as commonplace, routine. Bodyguards did not actually watch their Charges. They averted their eyes, scanning the area around the Charge, relying on superior hearing to alert them, and offering a modicum of visual privacy. But did the Charges avert their eyes also? Baynor wondered how many of his Charges had watched him undress, watched his muscles flex as he moved, watched his massive cock and heavy balls as they swung between his thighs. He supposed they had every right to, never mind what they were taught. It wasn't really against the rules for a Charge, more a matter of decorum. And the Bodyguard's body belonged to the Charge. So he had no real reason for modesty. With his eyes still closed, he heard Burgeonie move, felt the water tumbling under its surface. What he did not expect was warm flesh, wrapping around his huge naked frame. His eyes opened and he nearly jerked out of the water. Burgeonie had nestled into him for comfort, folding her graceful arms around his waist and his neck, nudging her knee between legs, rubbing up against him. He tried to shut her out, close his eyes again, clamp down on his instincts. But it was impossible, his blood was boiling, making him sex-starved. "Baynor," she said, her voice still high and musical like bells, but strained from her ordeal. "You saved me." Ohhh, God. Her hips touched his cock and it ripped into readiness, hard as diamond. Her skin kept grazing the sensitive head, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Oh no. She had to feel his full mast. How could she miss it? "Hold me, please, my beautiful Warrior," she said softly. "Please." Her tone was desperate, pleading. He could no more deny her than turn the Earth in the opposite direction. Baynor wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, and her breasts brushed his nipples, slid across his pecs. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely. He lay with her in the heat, his instincts screaming to push his dick into her wet hole, and even with a Warrior's discipline, he barely controlled himself. When he felt a delicate hand grip his penis, he tensed up completely, his dick demanding release. Ohhhh god... He was going to fuck his client. There was no stopping that now. You did not tease a Warrior, he would take what he wanted if you pushed him too far. It was never rape, far from it, he just relentlessly found ways to get you to submit. He would arouse you in any way possible, with words, with fingers, with his body. But if the final answer was no, he would leave, though it was a cruelty of the highest caliber to send a heated warrior away unsatisfied. If you were responsible for his erection, then you were responsible for sating his lust. Burgeonie spoke again, so sweetly. "Every day you protect me, lie with me, bathe with me, and you think I cannot see your feelings? When we are naked, I see your staff. It's always aroused." His brow creased in torment. He didn't say anything though. Did neither confirm nor deny his feelings. He didn't know what to say. I love you? Fuck me, Burgeonie? My cock is leaking come for you? "Big, beautiful warrior. Let me ease your suffering." With that she began pumping his cock, sliding the smooth soft skin over the rock hard core, rubbing the blunt head, massaging its ridges. He couldn't hold back the single low, growling groan that escaped his lips. "So big. So strong," she whispered looking adoringly at his hard penis. "So incredibly beautiful." You are the beautiful one, he thought in his head, staring at her, breathing hard and heavy, trying not to groan aloud as she jerked him off. Now that they had started, they would be there for a while. Warriors lasted for hours sometimes when they fucked. And all Baynor could think of was orgasm, of sitting Burgeonie hard on his cock and flooding her with his come. His balls were tight with anticipation. He had failed his brothers, violated the code, and now he was here, a breath away from what he wanted, and despising himself for how it had happened. "Sit on the edge of the pool, my savior." Baynor did as she asked. You obeyed your Charge in all things. "Spread your legs a little." His knees parted and the heavy penis fell between his thighs. His head was in his hands in shame. And truly guilt was on his mind, but his body would not be ignored. His powerful heart pumped racing blood through his veins, lungs drawing air deep, everything that was physical so dramatic that the shame was quickly drowned in need. He became a creature of sex, driven by his urges, seductive and skilled. A moment later, Burgeonie's lips wrapped around his cock and he cried out as she sucked on his erection, as the last of his rational thought dissipated like mist. Her head bobbed up and down, the wet pulling on his achingly hard dick feeling unbelievably good. Her tongue tickled the underside of its head, laving the sensitive ridge. "Hold my head and move me to your pleasure, my Guardian," she ordered as she came up off him, her voice changing, deepening with desire, her own breathing labored. "I want only your pleasure. I need your body, and it needs release, so let me ease you." He cradled her head in his large hands, lust overwhelming guilt and shame, and sliding his penis over her wet lips before slipping it into her mouth again. Inside once more, he gently held her head down as he thrusted up. Oh my god, feels so fucking good, he thought over and over as he fucked her mouth, groaning from the pleasure. This was no Whore he was with. This was illicit and exciting, and completely illegal. It was Burgeonie, who he'd fantasized about for years, his love. Fucking a charge was absolutely forbidden. He knew not what would happen upon completion of the act. Perhaps he would be executed. An end, at least, to his suffering. After a little while, Burgeonie released his arousal and stood up in front of him, her naked wet body right in front of him. Her breasts were perky and full, begging to be fondled. "Please, touch me with your strong Warrior body. Please," she breathed. Baynor chanced a look up, and what he saw stunned him beyond belief. Burgeonie gazed down at him adoringly, bathing him in pure love, her love. It was not just him, they loved each other. Determined now to satisfy his love, he hooked her knee up and placed her foot on his thigh, and just like that, her secret was revealed to him, her slit unfolded before his eyes, graceful plump lips, no hair, and a swollen clit protruding. He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, and stroked the slit in long caresses from her anus to her clit. She was slippery and hot. His fingers gently spread the lips apart and he extended a long middle finger, slipping it into her cunt. She cried out in pleasure, knees trembling. Her vagina was tight inside and slick, and he rubbed at her walls, finding the spot he knew made women come. Relentlessly, he banged her cunt with his thick finger, and with his other hand, her pushed her lips apart, exposing her clit. Leaning forward, he stuck his tongue out and flicked the nubby bud, as his finger penetrated. She moaned, swooned. Warriors knew all about the pleasures of the bedroom, about fucking women and making them come. Orgasm was demanded by the Warrior Whores as payment for their services. So every Warrior knew how to incite orgasm with skill. He sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. He felt her vagina tense up, wanting to spasm. Ohhh, not yet, he said in his mind. "Bend over for me," his deep, husky voice, not heard by her in years, echoed through the empty baths. His heart leapt in shock as he realized what he'd done. Baynor had issued his first demand ever of a charge, utterly unheard of. And yet, Burgeonie turned around and complied, willing to do whatever pleased him. He kissed each cheek of her smooth firm bottom before she bent at the waist. Oh, dear god. The sight of her vulva in his face made his dick ache. Her cunt was fully open to him and her anus revealed. He licked thoroughly up her centre, delving into the folds, and continued up, tickling her anus with his tongue, a tight puckered gateway to pleasure. The Whores loved this. He pushed his tongue into the tight hole and she melted, obscene groans coming from her sweet mouth. Then he returned to her slit, inserting his tongue in her vagina, pushing it in as far as he could go. He found the spot inside her again and kept flicking it. "Ohhhhh, Warrior!" She panted, breathless and shaking. When he eventually pulled away, he asked a question of her, another first. "Do you want my phallus, mistress?" He whispered desperately. "Ohhhh! Yes, Baynor. I want your cock inside me." "Then choose as you sit on it, mistress. Do you wish the orchid or the rosebud?" He was asking if she wanted his dick in her vagina, the orchid, or in her anus, the rosebud. His cock throbbed as she considered. With a secret smile, he knew which one he wanted. "I want both," she whispered. Ohhhh, fuck! Me too, he said to himself. He angled himself up, holding his shaft in position as her hips descended and the lips of her glossy slit parted over the head of his cock. He pushed past her resisting entrance and then her tight, hot vagina sheathed him all the way to his balls. A ragged, carnal groan tore from Baynor's throat as she skewered herself on his rock-hard mast. "Mmmmmmmooooohhh! Oh mmmfffgggod! Baynor!" She screamed. Ohh fuck me! He swore internally. He cradled her firm bottom in his strong grip and lifted her off his dick a little, supporting her weight easily, then he rocked his hips so that his penis buried fully on the upswing, grazed her erotogenic spot and pulled out on the down. Thrusting gently, his strong, hard dick did the stroking inside her, her wet cunt and tight muscles suctioning, frictionizing his sensitive head. Semen began to pulse in his testicles, preparing to eventually ejaculate. He stirred her inside, curving the angle, always striking her spot. With his long arm, he reached around and took her clit between two fingers, kneading it, as he thrust with his pelvis. The pussy fucking was slowly but surely getting him off but he wanted to finish in her asshole, he wanted to explode as those strong muscles gripped his dick. He sawed into her until, to his alarm, he felt her cunt tighten around his penis beyond his ability to withstand, and he gritted his teeth and fought to hold on and not come, his muscles shivering with effort. Bodyguard And then, her vagina quivered and he felt grasping, wet pulls on his cock as she bucked in orgasm. Some of his semen must have spurted when his dick and balls spasmed with her, yet nowhere near the full load. She slid off his sword, inciting another small spurt of his come, this his caught in his hand. "Please, now I want the rosebud," she begged. She stood up and bent over at the waist. He rubbed his semen in circles around the rim of her anus, lubing it up for his invasion, then he stood, his stiff erection at full mast, and gazed at her asshole before taking himself in his fist. Teasing the rosebud, he pushed the plum-like head of his cock into her snug, forbidden hole. The first insertion, so fucking tight, and her hot body temperature made him wobble. God, he loved anal sex so much. A most sacred union of trust between two people. He had even enjoyed receiving it once or twice in Whorehouse orgies, where bodies were free and you pleasured everyone as they pleasured you. Hell, Warriors were the best cocksuckers in the kingdom, knowing already what was liked, and penetration from a Warrior touched every pleasure spot. A Warrior fucking you from behind and another sucking your cock in front was the ultimate orgasm. He himself knew how to suck a cock until it spurted from its eye and he tasted come. He made small movements at first inside Burgeonie's ass, wanting to activate her erogenous spot and not harm her. And when he heard her mewling purr, he lengthened the stroke so her sphincter gripped his penis head on the way in and out. Now he could feel his semen pumping up his shaft, ready to detonate. Burgeonie reached for her clit and strummed it rhythmically, the wet clicking sound from her vagina punctuating his stroke. He pushed two of his large, long fingers into her and sawed in and out of her cunt while he pumped. "Ohhhh, yeah," he groaned, losing his fight with restraint and swinging his hips freely. "Can't hold on...feels too good... 'm gonna explode!" Nothing felt better than a tight asshole clutching your dick when both partners came at once. With his hands gripping her hips, his lunge became more urgent, pulling her towards him while he surged forward on each thrust. And, goddamn, he was going to come real soon. Like now, actually. "Oh fuck, I'm coming!" He hollered, a desperate, guttural cry that followed his first spasm. She gasped, both her cunt and her anus convulsing violently as his dick rammed the final stroke and come shot out of his cock in unstoppable blasts, creaming inside her. Warriors tended to come endlessly for minutes, so he pulled out and jerked his penis off as spurts of semen bulleted out of the end of his cock. Every stroke, as he squeezed hard and rubbed all the way from the base to the head, spurted come in rivers. He kept stroking while his balls and his penis spasmed, more of his seed shooting from the tip. His groans were endless, his penis vibrating. Warrior orgasms were earth shattering. Minutes later, he slowed, still hard, semen dribbling, still rubbing his cock and jerking to the spasms. When the come finally stopped, puddles of his cream on the tiles beside the pool, he sat down and laid back, calming himself with masturbation, until half an hour later his penis went limp. He looked over to Burgeonie to see her eyes wide in astonishment and her legs spread wide. She was rubbing her clit, and sliding fingers into her pussy. For a while he just watched her, legs spread enough that he could see her cunt hole. She had pulled back the hood of her clit and was massaging circles over the swollen bud. Fingers dipped in her vagina, frantically banging, then more circles. His penis actually grew hard again as he watched her intimate act of desperation. Apparently, the overwhelmingly erotic sight of a Warrior orgasm had placed her squarely in a state of orgastic need. "Here, let me put it in you," Baynor rasped, his voice thick and distorted with returning hunger. "It's my turn to ease you." He gently positioned her, smoothing his hands up her inner thighs and spreading them shockingly wide. Her vagina gaped beautifully, pornographically displayed before him, and Baynor was humbled by the trust she placed in him. With a trembling hand, he swept over her glossy crease and plunged two crooked fingers inside her feverish orifice. Darting in and out, he stirred, swirling his digits in preparation for his uncompromisingly large dick. When she was ready, he withdrew his fingers, licking them clean of her honey, and knelt between her thighs. Lowering himself, he guided his revitalized penis back to her crevice and jammed himself back in. Only a few moments of readjustment were needed before she urged him on. Baynor pumped his hips as fast as he could and watched her tight sex accept his pounding over and over again. His second orgasm was already on its way. Baynor so enjoyed looking closely at the sex act. He had often watched, from inches away, while other warriors pumped their cocks into slick pussies. He loved seeing the cock disappear and the lips stretching to fit it. And watching himself turned him on even more. Fuck yeah, here we go. He lengthened his stride until nearly the full length of his shaft pulled out from its home before plunging back in, and as spasms overtook him again, she orgasmed, milking every last drop of come. His Burgeonie in ecstasy was all he wanted, all he needed for release but this time, his balls, almost empty, shot out in a normal man's load. He shuddered, feeling no less pleasure the second time around. It was just different. He felt love and warmth instead of ripping, animal lust. As his beautiful charge whimpered, sated completely, Baynor gathered her in his strong arms, still erect and seated deeply inside her, he would be for some time before his manhood came to rest. He folded her in his embrace, pulling her in to the warmth and security of his massive, male body, and gently stroked her damp hair. When it was time to pull out, she looked into his eyes. "My Guard, my love. You can hide from me no longer. The laws that bind us cannot keep me from you. You are what my heart demands. I love you." Her voice was barely a ragged whisper, but the strength behind it stemmed from determination. Law or no law, a Bodyguard and a charge would be together. Bodyguard He watched her sleep. Silky gold threads of hair fell across her face. Her face. Her heart-shaped, tiny face. Those rosebud lips, those eyes which sometimes seemed bluer than the sky. She smiled in her sleep. She seemed so...at peace. Her eyes opened gently and she took in the sight of him, standing imposingly in the doorway. "Mike?" "Hi. Sorry. I was on my way to my room." She looked at him with huge, sad eyes. "Mike..." He took two steps to cover the distance between her bed and the door and knelt beside her. "Leila." She turned her face away from him as if to forget that he sat next to her. He could see the tiny hairs on the back of her neck. He could smell the scent of her skin. Musky from sleep but fresh. Fresh, just like her. "Leila, I love you." The words seemed so natural to him. It was the one truth in his life. The one constant in his world of flux and uncertainty. She squeezed her eyes shut and he ran his thumb over her cheekbone. He slid his arms under her small body and lifted her onto his lap. He pressed his lips to her forehead. "I love you more than anything in the world. I love you more than everything in the world put together." A teardrop escaped her shut eyes. "You know I'm with Darryl." Mike's muscles tensed. Darryl. Sophisticated, stylish Darryl, who loved Leila with an odd passion that left scars on her mind and bruises on her body. "I know." His lips grazed her eyelids. He lifted her into his arms and stood up, her legs swaying in the air. He opened the door to the terrace and stood on the cold wooden floor, the Chicago wind blowing against his face. Releasing herself from his awkward embrace, she walked to the railing, her flimsy white dress twirling in the wind. He grabbed her wrist and turned her around, lifting her chin up so that she was forced to stare into his eyes. "Leila." "What?" He slowly sank to his knees. He only had to crane his head a little to look her in the eye. "I want you, Leila. Marry me." Her lips parted in shock. He closed his eyes and leaned into her, kissing her thigh just below the hem of her dress. He let his lips linger, his palms closing around her knees and bringing her closer to him. She put her hands on her shoulders and tried to push him away. "Stop it, Mike." Mike looked up, then, at her slightly pink, perfect face. "Please, Leila..." He kissed her knee softly. Her eyes closed. "Please let me love you." He saw her nod, almost imperceptibly. Within a second, he had gathered her in his arms and brought her back to the bed, gently laying her on the mattress. He slid to the bottom of the bed and brought her foot to his mouth. Kissing her toe, he whispered, "You are flawless." His mouth closed around her toes. He heard a slight moan escape her mouth and began licking the sole of her foot, grazing the heel with his teeth. He moved up, kissing her knees, her thighs. "Your thighs are so milky, Leila. They are white and perfect and delicious." He sucked the tender flesh just below her dress, his hands on her shoulders. She hesitated when he tried to take off her dress, but he silenced her with his lips. "Leila. I will love you everywhere tonight." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as he pulled her dress over her head, leaving her naked body glistening in the moonlight. He felt his head become light. "Wow..." he whispered. He touched her navel with his fingers. "That looks so tasty, Leila. You are so exquisite." He plunged his tongue into her navel. When she moaned, his hands moved up to her breasts. They were round and white and big for her tiny frame, with soft pink tips that pointed straight up. He moaned in pleasure. "Your breasts are beautiful. Do you know that, Leila?" His hands closed around her left breast and squeezed, the flesh smooth and even under his fingers. "Mike, please don't..." she whispered half-heartedly. He felt a lump in his throat as he imagined how readily she must give herself to Darryl, how reluctant she was to let him -- Mike -- love her. He squeezed again, gently, bringing his right hand to her nipple, sighing as it hardened. "Your nipples are perfect. Perfect," he breathed. She didn't respond. His lips parted for her breasts, his tongue flicking at her nipples. He closed her mouth around her left areola and sucked, feeling her body tense. "Your breasts taste so good, Leila. Do you want a taste?" He heaved himself on top of her and gently let his tongue into her mouth. Putting his finger in his mouth, he wet her lips with his saliva. At the sight of her sucking on his tongue, he moaned into her mouth and softly bit her lower lip with his. His hands travelled between her legs, slowly parting them. He lowered his head and smelled the region between her legs. It smelled heavy and sweet. Her pubic area was covered with thick blonde hair. He tentatively stroked the furry golden strands, soft with her sweat. Tangling his fingers through it, he opened his mouth and pulled at a clump gently with his teeth. The hair tasted of her -- erotic and lovely. He slid his tongue across it, hearing her groan in guilty pleasure. "Put your legs on my shoulders, Leila," he whispered, and felt her obey, her tiny feet curling onto his shoulders. He closed his eyes as he put his face between her legs, savouring her sweet aroma. He opened his eyes to see her white, swollen lips glistening with liquid. He placed his palm between her legs, covering her crotch. It was damp. "You're wet, Leila." He looked up to see her close her eyes. He slowly pulled her lips apart, exposing the tiny pink bump between them. Sliding his finger across it, he gripped her buttocks as he raised her above the bed, bringing her crotch to his face. His tongue peeked out to touch her naked flesh and her body reacted violently as she gripped the sheets. He licked her labia gently before coming to rest on her clitoris, kissing it softly, again and again. He put his finger in his mouth, taking care to wet it well, and began pushing it into her slowly, feeling her tightness resist. "So tight, Leila." "I know. I'm sorry," she whispered. His head shot up. "Sorry? You are perfect." His finger was almost all the way in. He pulled it out gently and eased his tongue into the opening, her muscles clenching. She tasted exquisite to him. He looked up at her then, his tongue still in her vagina, his hands massaging her buttocks. She lay motionless, her arms gripping the bedposts. Slowly, she opened her eyes. "Mike, I need to go to the bathroom." He moaned into her vagina as he imagined her urinating. Easing his tongue out of her hole, he whispered, "Do it here." Her face contorted in shock and disgust. "What?" "Urinate here. When I said that every part of you is perfect, I meant it, Leila." She lay her head back on the pillow in resignation, and for one awful moment, he thought that she would try to hold it or go to the bathroom. But then he saw a trickle of golden, pungent liquid pool between her legs. Positioning himself between her legs, he opened his mouth for the next spurt, and sure enough, it flowed in -- warm and salty. After she was done, he licked her clean, leaving a trail of saliva across her thighs and crotch. "Mike..I..." But she never completed her sentence, because the front door slammed right that second and she turned to him in terror. Pulling her dress over her head quickly, she snatched the bedcover and snuggled inside, whispering at him frantically to go away. He remained motionless for a few moments, after which he stood up heavily and walked to the door. Darryl entered the room, nodded at Mike and retreated to the bathroom to change his clothes without giving Leila so much as a glance. Mike bowed his head and shuffled out of the room, cocking his head, hearing Mike enter Leila's bed and make fast, rash love to her as she moaned and cried out in pain and pleasure. When they were done, he heard him rip her dress apart. "Darryl!" she squealed softly, just before the slaps started to pour down, and Mike, her bodyguard, stood outside helplessly. Bodyguards The battle that afternoon had been fierce and colossal, and plumes of smoke still rose from the tattered dunes, from craters where the remnants of magical fire still smoldered. The Rajagheeni sultan had requested aid from the nearby human settlement of Oasis, hoping that his allies' meager contribution to his city's defense could somehow rout the imperials... ...and it did. The few human knights, footmen, archers, and magi had fought well alongside the fearsome Rajagheen, and as the latter cut a swath through the attacking imperials, the human forces made coordinated attacks on the enemy's flanks. The Imperialistic Yifu had found their over reliance on gunpowder weapons and rigid formations to be their downfall, and they found their ranks swept over by a tide of dervishes and metal. The battle had not been without its close calls however... for Ravi remembered one of them quite vividly. Ravi was one of the Rajagheen entrusted with guarding Elizabeth, a human emissary and star field commander despite the fact that she was barley twenty years of age. The two had grown quite close over the many months as Ravi, one of the sultan's famed "desert wind" elite warriors, had served as one of Elizabeth's bodyguards under the sultan's wish. He had also gotten to know another one of Elizabeth's foreign bodyguards quite well, a huntress named Coilla who hailed from the Galadon jungles. All three of them had been warriors in a sense, but Coilla and Ravi had possessed the most experience by far, and they had stayed awake late many a night sharing stories of adventure and becoming close in many ways. These three individuals had formed a nearly inseparable friendship, and that friendship had almost been cut short in one battle. Elizabeth and her royal guard had been fighting alongside one of the Rajagheen warbands in order to bolster moral among the central forces. But the Yifu decided that they would crush their enemy's moral by slaying the human emissary and her prestigious guardians. The Yifu had attempted to rush Elizabeth's chariot with a mass of warriors wielding polearms, but Ravi hurled a fiery grenade into their midst and then rushed in, his four arms cutting the enemy to ribbons in their confusion. One warrior that had enough wits about him attempted to dart past Ravi's imposing form, but the Rajagheen caught him by the back, lifted him over his head, and smashed the Yifu headfirst into the sand. Perhaps it was the speed and force of the maneuver, perhaps it was the pointy helmets and smooth armor that the Yifu wore, but the hapless soldier found himself stuck upside down in the sand buried up to his knees. Ravi's show of berserker force and skill was a deterrent to the other Yifu who were lining up and debating a second charge, but Ravi had failed to see the more serious threat that had appeared. A lone Yifu marksman had climbed a dune nearby, looking bedraggled in his weathered leather scout uniform, yet at the same time determined. If Coilla hadn't by chance looked away from the fight she was engaged in, the emissary may have drawn her last breath that day. Coilla did a double take as she realized what the rifle-wielding scout was intending to do. She glanced quickly, desperately, to see if anyone else had noticed, but Ravi was currently holding off a mass of Yifu swordsmen and pike men, and neither the other royal guards or the Rajagheen warriors had any hope of stopping the shooter. Coilla glanced back at her attacker just in time and she dodged to the side of incoming sword thrust, slashing her kama viciously through one of the gaps in the Yifu's chest plating. She didn't waste a moment more fighting the Yifu swordsmen, instead she simply darted away with an inhuman quickness that baffled her assailants. She ran full tilt across the sand, throwing the whole of her strength into fighting the sand's hindering influence. The scout noticed her charging across the dunes, and he hastened to load his rifle. Coilla was running with all her strength, yet her soul was stung and tortured by the knowledge that she could not possibly make it in time. So as she ran she pulled one of the javelins from the quiver on her back, and without letting up her charge she made a single, concentrated, desperate throw. She put all the rage and fear of that moment into her weapon, vowing it to strike her target and save her friend's life, no matter how far it must fly to do so. And with a powerful throw, the Javelin sped into the air. The scout raised his rifle to his shoulder... the javelin sailed towards him... the Yifu furrowed his brow with concentration, focusing down the long barrel on his mark... the javelin ended its arc, piercing through the chest of the scout and protruding through the other side in one fast and violent motion. The scout yelped out in surprised agony pulled the trigger even as his rifle was jerked to the side. The boom of his rifle was a mere whisper compared to the howling blast of the explosive round, which blasted a crater in one of the large sweeping dunes in the distance. Ravi had looked up when he heard Coilla's screams of defiance upon hurling her javelin, and so he had seen the whole scene. His own feelings of gut-wrenching desperation and angry helplessness had been compressed into the few seconds of time between realizing what the shooter was planning and seeing the marksman killed before he could end the emissary's life. Ravi looked with concern back towards Elizabeth, his commander and friend, and saw that she was looking slightly pale from the shock of realizing just how narrowly her life had been saved. She was indeed shaken, but she pulled herself back together out of duty to her positions as both a field commander and a foreign ambassador for her people. She rose up from the sitting position in her chariot and strode forward to its front, issuing a call to her guard and the other forces of the Rajagheen/human coalition. "Give them no quarter; drive the imperials from this desert with the fury of a tempest." Coilla turned to face the soldiers she had been fighting; they had been pursuing her across the sand with determination until they had seen her dispose of the marksman with such fury... now they were not so sure if their superior numbers would make any difference... The Yifu had indeed possessed superior numbers, the three friends noted as they reflected on the vast scale of the battle of the battle in which they had played a part. Coilla, Ravi, and Elizabeth all stood on one of the many balconies of the Sultan's tower, breathing in the warm night air and gazing out at the desert battlefield outside of the city walls. If the Yifu had brought one of their empire's airships to bear then perhaps the beautiful city would not still be standing; no one was sure as to why the imperials had not done so, perhaps the fates had simply sought to spare the city that day. The fates spared so many of us this day thought Elizabeth as she remembered her own brush with obliteration. It was now sinking in just how close she had come to losing her life, just how close all three of them had come to losing each other. She turned her head towards her two bodyguards, and as they looked back at her it was evident that they too were dwelling on the fact or her mortality. None of them had been in such a fierce battle together, and none of them had considered that they might lose each other. Ravi stood looking at Elizabeth, waiting for her to speak yet already knowing generally what she would say. He figured that she was only now losing that teenage sense of invincibility, coming to grips for the first time with the fragility of life. He rested his lower arms on the balcony, while one of his upper arms lay on the shoulders of Coilla, who leaned back slightly against Ravi's tall form with her arms crossed over her chest. Coilla smiled at her hesitant friend, and gestured for Elizabeth to come closer. Elizabeth smiled a bit and walked to Coilla, who put her arms around the young Emissary in a comforting hug. "I know dear" Coilla said, "we all got a bit of a scare today." Coilla tightened her embrace around Elizabeth and Ravi reached down and placed a hand lovingly upon her head. Elizabeth had never imagined that she might come so close to death, but at least in her guardians' embrace she once again felt secure. "I just... I always thought that I would have all the time in the world. I started to take it for granted that we'd all be together from now on, like comrades, or...." Ravi brushed her blonde hair with his large hand. "And we will," he said, "I think the fates have plans for us. They took the time to bring us together and I believe they will keep us together for years to come." Elizabeth bent back to look up at Ravi, taking in his calm wide eyes, the black hair in a ponytail on his head, his strong cheeks... his soft lips... Elizabeth moved her lips a bit unconsciously as she gazed up at Ravi, and he could tell what she was thinking. Without saying a word he slowly bent down... and kissed her. Elizabeth bent backwards a little more in Coilla's embrace, and the huntress could tell that the girl was trying arch her back. Coilla moved her arms down to the small of Elizabeth's back so that she could recline further, and Ravi and Elizabeth became more deeply involved in each other's lips. Coilla smiled and spoke. "As long we're here to protect you babe, you aren't going anywhere." And with that she bent in and softly kissed Elizabeth on the neck. Elizabeth let out a soft, appreciative coo from between she and Ravi's locked lips. Coilla began to guide the two off the balcony and into the softly lit room that served as one of the bedchambers for visiting ambassadors and prestigious foreign guests. The room had many beautiful pieces of furniture with gold leaf and ruby decorations; jewels adorned the goblets and dining ware given to the esteemed guests. In the center of one of the walls a large bed with purple sheets extended outwards, hidden behind curtains of oriental fabrics and beads. As they entered the room, Ravi lifted Elizabeth off her feet, using his four arms to carefully bring her up into a laying position up against his chest. As Ravi and Elizabeth kissed deeply, the young Emissary moved one of her hands across the Rajagheen's chest, burying her fingers in his dark chest hair just as she pressed her tongue deeper into his mouth. Still holding Elizabeth in the air, Ravi brought one of his arms around and cradled her head in his hand as they continued to kiss. Coilla was enjoying the sight of her young master finally releasing her affections and desires upon the Rajagheen. Coilla and Ravi had coupled together on many a night as their war stories and confessions had turned to a deep mutual connection and desire to touch. But while Coilla suspected that Elizabeth was not fully a virgin she knew that she and Ravi had never even held each other lovingly... no matter how much the two may have wanted to do so. Coilla ran her hand up and down one of Ravi's legs as he turned towards the bed. He and Elizabeth paused their kissing long enough for Ravi to lay her down upon the bed. But as he lay her down, Elizabeth rose from her reclined position, eager to continue kissing the Rajagheen, and as it was she ended up standing upon her knees while Ravi braced two of his arms against the canopy of the bed so that he could better crouch down to reach her. As his lips met hers again he brought his lower arms around her lovingly. They went on like this for a few minutes, simply kissing and holding each other, as Coilla watched and considered how long it would take for the emissary to feel comfortable enough to do anything else, or whether she would simply be content and fulfilled kissing Ravi tonight. Apparently it did not take long for her to feel comfortable, for as she and Ravi kept kissing, Elizabeth reached up and began removing her gown. Coilla smiled and decided to help the girl. She walked around to the side of the bed and got on, climbing behind Elizabeth and helping her to shed her garments. Coilla began removing her own clothes taking all of the combined garments and laying them on a chair to the side of the bed. Ravi had begun caressing Elizabeth's body with his lower hands, and as Coilla moved around to help him out of the few clothes that he wore, Ravi reached down with one of his upper arms and cupped one of Coilla's breasts in his large hand. The huntress closed her eyes and mewed softly as her tongue traced the edges of her lips with pleasure. As Ravi rhythmically squeezed her large yet pert breast, Coilla remembered just how much she loved his touch. She ran her hands up his leg, sending one up the side of his abdomen and another across the inside of his thigh. As the latter hand quested further, she could feel a shudder of sensation in Ravi's body. And as she continued to caress his body she could feel new movement between his legs. She looked over to Elizabeth and her eyes widened, a large smile coming across her face. As Coilla had gone to help Ravi out of his clothes, Elizabeth had become fully involved in a haze of passion. One of Eliabeth's hands played over her own breasts, occasionally snaking out to grab a handful of Ravi's chest hair, meanwhile her other hand pressed down between her legs, pressing deeply between her thighs. As Ravi pulled his lips apart from Elizabeth's she let out a light moan. Ravi looked down to where one of his hands rested on her thigh and he was surprised at the zeal with which she was pleasuring herself. Realizing that Elizabeth was definitely not as shy as both he and Coilla predicted she would be, Ravi figured that she was ready for some stronger attention. He slid his hand down from the top of her leg and rested it between her thighs. Elizabeth opened her eyes and drifted back to reality. She looked up into Ravi's eyes, and then she glanced down between her legs. Looking up at him again with a heavy wanting in her eyes, she removed her hand from her clitoris and put her hand upon Ravi's. Noting the huge size difference between their fingers she guided his hand in between her legs, giving a slight shudder of anticipation as he moved beneath her and closed over her vagina. She felt three of his fingers and his thumb against the sides of her legs, and as she gazed into his big eyes she felt the largest of his fingers rub upon the outside of her lips. Coilla looked on at the two lovers, and even in the event that she couldn't see what was going on, she decided Elizabeth's facial expressions would have indication enough. Wanting some attention herself, Coilla reached between Ravi's legs once again, this time running her hands across Ravi's increasingly aroused member. As Coilla increased her attentions and Ravi became increasingly erect, one of the Rajagheen's physical traits became increasingly more apparent. Rather than having a single penis, Rajagheen actually possess a pair. One sits on top of the other, and they remain tightly together until they are completely erect. As Coilla felt Ravi's members stiffen she remained unphased. She had lain with him before, and over their months of sexual activity she had learned how to handle him. She began running her fingers between the crease where his two penises joined, and as she did so she sensed a jolt of familiar surprise run through Ravi's body. She began helping the warrior with his pants, knowing that soon they would become very difficult to get off. Elizabeth continued to grind her waist down hard upon Ravi's hand, her eyes closed and her hands moving across both her body and her lover's. As one of Ravi's hands stopped massaging her breast and retracted, the girl opened her eyes to see why. What she saw surprised her greatly, and she began to feel a new kind of horny curiosity. She looked on as Coilla finished helping Ravi out of his clothes, as Coilla took his garments and set them too by the nearby chair. But Elizabeth hardly even noticed Coilla, her attention was drawn almost fully the space between the Rajagheen's legs. Ravi would actually have been considered slightly small by his kin's standards, but Elizabeth would never have guessed that. His two penises had a design quite different from that of humans, because besides having TWO, each of his penises was fattest in its middle, becoming thinner both at the end and where it joined his body. Feeding the two members was a large pair of testicles, similar to those of a human except for size, and sucking upon those testicles was Coilla. Ravi had become quite engaged with Coilla due to he sudden attentions, and so Elizabeth decided to get his attention. Disengaging her self from Ravi's hand, she crept forward, holding onto his thick arm with one of her hands. Ravi looked back towards Elizabeth, and then widened his eyes with surprise once again as he realized where she was crawling to. Elizabeth lay against Ravi's arm as a panther would lay upon a tree limb, and as she lay pressed against him clinging to his lower bicep, she lowered her head down to the tip of Ravi's highest penis. As she took the end in her mouth Ravi's body flexed with surprise and pleasure. Coilla stood up and with similarly wide eyes watched the young Elizabeth go to her task with a passion, stroking sucking and licking the strangely shaped phallus as it bobbed slightly from Ravi's surprised muscles. Coilla looked up at the Rajagheen, who had once again grasped the canopy of the bed for support, this time much more suddenly. She ran her hands tightly against the warrior's flexing abdomen and pectoral muscles, becoming increasingly more aroused by his familiar yet exotic body. Even with his eyes closed and his head looking towards the ceiling in pleasure, Ravi reached towards Coilla with two of his free arms and grasped her breasts once again. Even Ravi's large hands were filled nicely by Coilla's well-endowed chest, and in the back of his mind Ravi always wondered how she could run so fast and remain so agile. Coilla put her palm upon one of Ravi's loving hands, and her body began to undulate and sway from the attention. She bent backwards a little to allow Ravi greater access to her chest, and she looked up into his eyes with a playful grin she reached out her other arm and took the head of Ravi's second penis in her hand. Ravi wanted to lock his lips with hers, but he knew that would be physically very difficult, as if he bent down Elizabeth might be unable to continue her attentions... and he was loving her attentions. The young emissary at first concentrated all her efforts on one of Ravi's phalluses, but she had become more bold as time went on, and now she ran her tongue along one, her hand along the other shaft, and squeezed at his balls with the other hand. Ravi's arm was wide enough that Elizabeth could lay upon it and not simply roll off to either side, so she currently used both her arms and her mouth to please him, while occasionally removing her mouth to kiss his bicep passionately. Ravi let out a sudden shudder and took a hold of Elizabeth's hair as she attempted to swallow his penis once again, pulling he head back as quickly but gently as he could. He forced his body not to jerk and shudder as he looked to Elizabeth. "Please, not yet. I don't think we should start this night by making a mess all over your face." Coilla made a wicked grin. "Then how about mine!" She said as she moved in and took Ravi's quivering penis into her mouth. "AAAAAGGGggghhhhhh!" Ravi braced himself against the bed's canopy with his upper arms while his other two hands seized Coilla's head in ecstasy. It was a good thing that Elizabeth was not still laying on one of his arms, or she may have been hurled off. It was clear that Coilla had some clue as to what she was doing, and even though Ravi did not need much more stimulation Coilla proceeded to handle him with expert attention. She sucked on his head and gripped the middle bulge of his penis in a pistoning hand, meanwhile running her other hand along the full length of his other penis. An extra passionate lick on the end of his penis was all he needed to be driven over the edge, but as he began to come Coilla did not cease her attentions. Instead, Elizabeth was surprised to see Coilla clasp her mouth over the end of Ravi's penis and take him into her mouth, sucking on him deeply even as he came. Ravi's tall form jerked and rocked as he made a cacophony of incomprehensible praises and impassioned sounds, and his hands still grasped Coilla's head, veins leaping to the surface of his arms. Coilla held Ravi fast in her hand and continued to drink of him, using her other hand to kneed his balls and milk him even further. Eventually the continuous flow of warm liquid was too much for the huntress to contain, and as she withdrew her mouth she bent backwards and pushed herself further beneath the Rajagheen. He came for a few seconds more, pouring cum upon Coilla's chin and across her breasts as his jerking body finally slowed. Coilla enjoyed the warm sensation of Ravi's juices for a few seconds, brushing her hands across her breasts and coating them in the warm liquid. Then she took the end of Ravi's penis in her mouth one more time and drained the last juices from him... a sensation which he savored, his body twitching slightly in delight. After a minute more Coilla finally stood up, running her hands across her lover's stomach as Ravi reached down and lovingly held one of her breasts. Elizabeth looked at her with surprise and curiosity. Bodyguards Coilla looked over at her questioningly. Then Elizabeth asked with some disbelief. "You drank from him?" Coilla smiled and shrugged. "I've eaten worse things in Jungle survival training." Elizabeth blushed a bit at the thought... now that was an acquired taste she didn't think she would ever learn to pallet. The two women looked up at Ravi, who was looking a good bit less energetic and definitely ready to get off of his feet for a while. "Come on hon," said Coilla, "I think this bed's big enough even for you." With that the two women guided Ravi onto the bed, careful that he did not bang his head into the canopy. He lay down on his back with his upper body propped up on some pillows, legs bent so that his feet didn't dangle off the end of the bed. Once Ravi was comfortable in his position, Coilla set about better acquainting Elizabeth with the Rajagheen's body. As Coilla helped Elizabeth straddle Ravi, the young emissary was curious yet wary of taking one of the strange phalluses inside of her. As the girl hovered over Ravi's prick, bracing herself with her hands on his chest, Ravi reached out with his lower arms and captured each of her hanging breasts in a huge yet gentle palm. As he began to manipulate them, however, he realized that Elizabeth was becoming increasingly weak in the legs. And so he moved his upper arms and held her firmly by the waist while his lower arms moved beneath her, supporting the weight of her thighs with two large hands. "Just take your time Elizabeth," Ravi said, "I can wait as long as you need until you're ready." Elizabeth straightened her back, rising up and reaching behind her back to interact with Coilla, who had begun to run her hands along the Emissary's body, particularly her small bottom. Elizabeth closed her eyes and mewed with pleasure, reaching back to run her hands through Coilla's long curly black hair. Elizabeth began to gyrate her body again, and reached down to put a hand on Ravi. She opened her eyes and looked at him, running her hand over Ravi's hard abs until she touched his shaft. "I'm ready" she said. With that the Rajagheen slowly lowered her onto his top prick, and as he did so the young emissary became increasingly lustful, moving her hands over the large hands on her waist and up the Rajagheen's arms, and reaching backwards to run her hands along Coilla's body, grasping at the Huntress's large breasts. Coilla swept the young emissary's blonde hair to one side and began kissing her neck. Then she brought one of her arms around the girl to support her breasts, holding up one of the globes with her arm while her hand rhythmically squeezed the other. Elizabeth felt so very loved, receiving pleasure from both of her friends at the same time and knowing that she was the center of attention... they were the best bodyguards a girl could ask for. But she realized how much more pleasure there was to be had as she felt the Rajagheen slowly and steadily pushing against her lips, parting them gently but insistently. She wondered what his second prick was doing until she glanced back and saw Coilla massaging it, running her hands along its length and pressing it against her lower body as she pressed her well-endowed chest against Elizabeth's back. Elizabeth purred as she felt Ravi's prick continue to spread her lips and begin to press its way inside her. She ran a hand down his abdomen and deep between her legs, grasping and massaging his shaft where the thickest part still lay exposed, before sliding her hand up to her clitoris and beginning to rub her fingers over the nub. Ravi moved one of his hands from Elizabeth's thigh and put his palm against her cheek, gently petting her long golden hair with his long fingers. The two looked into each other's eyes, smiling, and as Elizabeth gazed into his affectionate eyes she could fell him moving deeper... deeper... deeper... The first half of Ravi's penis was now within her, but she could feel the thick middle section pressing against the ring of her vagina. This would feel quite... unique... Instead of embedding himself completely within her, Ravi began rhythmically pulling back a little and pushing back in, each time stopping once the thick part of his penis ground against Elizabeth's entrance. Even this much stimulation was enough for the emissary; Coilla pressed against her and massaged her breasts, Ravi pistoned in and out of her slightly, and she continued to stroke her clitoris in long, lusting motions. Elizabeth began to shudder hard, and without another moment of hesitation, she ground her hips forward and down, impaling herself completely upon the Rajagheen's heavy prick in a surge of powerful, animal lust. She ground herself down upon the phallus even as an orgasm began to take hold; the heavy, warm pressure of Ravi's thickened middle section gave way to a flood of blissful sensation as she drove herself down and past it. As she came... hard, she was now fully impaled upon Ravi's prick. She arched her back against Coilla's bosom, and as her body bucked and shook she felt the pressure of the Ravi's strangely-shaped member holding itself tightly within her throughout the chaos. When Elizabeth's orgasm finally subsided, she slumped forward and lay upon Ravi's chest, with her head nestled in her folded arms. For a couple minutes Coilla simply sat behind her and smiled, stroking her hands slowly and softly up the length of Ravi's second shaft, occasionally caressing Elizabeth's back affectionately. Meanwhile, Elizabeth lay on Ravi's chest quietly, her head resting upon his solar plexus and her hands moving across his chest, brushing through his chest hair and occasionally grabbing handfuls. She breathed in his scent, something that made her think of a cactus flower, and as she did so she stretched forward to bury her head in his chest hair. Ravi lay there... somewhat calmly... for Coilla was stroking his other penis after all and she did REALLY know what she was doing... but Ravi attempted to remain relaxed and idle, like a giant comforting stuffed animal for a sleeping child to nest upon, letting Elizabeth take the time to get back on her feet. Ravi placed his upper hands upon the edges of her shoulders, while his lower arms reached back to interact with Coilla; the huntress spread her arms out towards him, and they met halfway, Coilla holding onto the Rajagheen's large fingers. Coilla remarked, smiling. "Well babe, looks like she got hers." Just then Elizabeth sprung up from her position on Ravi's chest fast enough that her blonde hair flew backwards and her breasts jiggled. She looked at Ravi with a hungry smile. "More please!" she said, almost giggling. Ravi gestured to Coilla, and the huntress left her position at the base of the bed, sliding off of the covers and standing off to one side of the enormous bed. Ravi then held Elizabeth with one set of arms as he used the other set to push himself forward, sliding towards the foot of the bed. Once there he carefully ducked his head to avoid hitting the bed's roof and began navigating his way through the forest of beads and curtains that draped from the canopy's edge. Elizabeth attempted to help him in this task even while she was still firmly planted upon his prick, and she reached out with both her arms and attempted to corral the many chaotic strings of beads. She finally moved a few rebellious strands that had been tickling the Rajagheen's face, and Ravi looked down into her eyes and bent forwards in an attempt to kiss her. As Elizabeth stretched to kiss her lover, she felt him angle his pelvis forward to bring her closer, and as he did so Elizabeth felt his second prick rub against her ass and slide up so that it tickled her just below the small of her back. She startled a bit in surprise, but her expression quickly shifted to that of impassioned hunger as Ravi's large lips met hers, and her tongue darted into his mouth. As they kissed, Ravi began to shift his weight and spread his legs, and he used all four of his arms to hold Elizabeth's tender body. Coilla smiled with voyeuristic excitement, knowing just what the young emissary was in for. With a calculated and gentle movement Ravi rose to his feet, his four arms holding onto Elizabeth's legs and waist to support her. Elizabeth had been intently focused on the feeling of Ravi's mouth joining with hers, yet because she was still firmly planted upon Ravi's upper penis the movements of his body were jarringly pleasurable. Elizabeth cooed heavily in pleasant surprise and began to rotate her hips, enjoying the plump midsection of Ravi's member as it rubbed against her inner walls. She pressed her face against Ravi's cheek, making soft moans and breathing heavily and steadily as she continued to gyrate and grind her hips against her lover. Her body was lubricating him more and more, but she also felt movement stirring within his penis, and soon afterwards she felt even more liquid warmth fill her. She pressed herself up against Ravi's body and moved her hands across his wide back; the Rajagheen's chest hair tickled her breasts as she snuggled up against his broad chest. The young Emissary moved her hand across one of Ravi's biceps, feeling the power that moved through it as he held her body aloft. Then she caressed her hand down his arm, moving beneath her body to where his broad hand held the inside of one of her thighs. Moving her hand between her legs and reaching down to feel what little of Ravi's upper prick remained outside of her, Elizabeth then began to change her movements. At first her movements were only a suggestion, like small waves of momentum flowing through her body and crashing against Ravi's penis. But quickly the motion of her body built in strength, and within seconds she started to rise and fall ever so slightly upon Ravi's penis. She could feel the fatter section of Ravi's penis tugging against the entrance of her vagina slightly, but there was now so much lubrication that she thought she could handle his exotic shape. As Elizabeth became increasingly successful, beginning to bounce up and down upon her lover, Ravi shifted his grip and began to push back. Matching the girl's rhythm, Ravi began to slowly pull out farther with each few bounces. Ravi could now feel Elizabeth moving across the thick section of his penis, her vagina massaging him deeply with each thrust and each retreat. With his hands firmly upon Elizabeth's hips and thighs, Ravi began to take over. Elizabeth felt her lover leading the rhythm now, and she put less energy into every bounce of her body and grind of her hips as she felt the Rajagheen guiding her body up and down over the exotic form of his penis. There was now enough lubrication between the two lovers for them to slide without incident, and Elizabeth was beginning to moan and shudder with excitement and the pulsing energy of a building orgasm. She bent back and tossed her long, blonde hair, letting out a squeal of lust. Coilla had been taking pleasure in the touching performance and smiled as she watched Elizabeth grow increasingly more passionate. Coilla sat nearby in one of the room's ornate chairs and lightly massaged her own large breasts, occasionally moving one of her hands down to sweep across her lips and clitoris, stoking the small fire of lust that built as she watched the pair of lovers. She watched as Elizabeth ran her hands through her blonde hair, then across the Rajagheen's chest and down his abdomen, grasping at his muscles as if the girl wanted her lover's entire body inside of her. As Coilla thought back to all of her previous encounters with Ravi, she remembered the one thing that she had always wanted to try but had never before felt the courage to seriously consider: she had wanted to feel him loving her from behind, in both her entrances at once. Not with both of his members in her completely of course, for that could be difficult and...painful, but she thought she might like to feel the end of each, and he did seem so suited for it too. Coilla grinned a bit with curiosity when she considered the novelty of it all, and she also wondered if the surprisingly nymphish Elizabeth would actually want to try it too after seeing it done... that girl just kept surprising them. Coilla was beginning to imagine different positions she might propose once the two lovers reached an intermission, when a change in Elizabeth's tone brought her back to reality. Ravi had stopped pistoning for a few seconds, his face written with pleasurable strain, and Coilla observed a large amount of love juices raining down in long drips from where the two lovers were joined. Elizabeth was pressed up hard against Ravi's chest, her body quivering, and every couple of seconds her whole body would buck. Her mouth was wide open, yet she only made intermittent gasps and moans, the latter suddenly silenced or cut off by heavy gasp. The incredible feeling of Ravi's heavy member pistoning within her had brought Elizabeth right to the edge of orgasm, but the Rajagheen had gotten there first. The young emissary was now realizing just how much cum Ravi's pendulous balls held, and she was struggling take in the full extent of the pleasurable sensations that filled her body and mind. Ravi ejaculated with a force that Elizabeth was fully not expecting, and she savored the feeling, her mind imagining that there was a fountain between her legs... ...and inside of her body. Then as Ravi came more and more, she felt the pressure of so much hot cum building within her, and she knew what it meant to be truly filled. Ravi alleviated this inevitable pressure as he withdrew his penis, a sensation that made Elizabeth's body suddenly straighten with pleasure, and then he plunged half of his penis back within her, causing the girl to throw herself forward deep into the warrior's embrace. Their juices rained down on the floor, and their bodies made odd smacking noises from the excess of liquid that drenched Elizabeth's lips, dripping down onto Ravi's prick before each upward plunge, and dripping down further still onto his second member. Elizabeth was at a precipice of sorts, her body beginning to orgasm but on the verge of something even more intense, but Ravi's upper penis was now strangely sensitive and beginning to lose its stiffness. And so Ravi made the decision to swiftly shift his weight, change his hold upon Elizabeth, and line up her body with his second prick. Elizabeth's body had built to an orgasm so strongly, but now for a split second felt sluggish in its response. She was hungry for something so much more intense, and suddenly that hunger was answered. For a curious moment she felt Ravi withdraw his penis and lay it over the top of her clitoris, and then her questions were answered in a surge of ecstasy. Elizabeth felt the Rajagheen's second penis part her lips and press heavily against her entrance. After Ravi's previous orgasm had drenched both his penises with cum, his second prick was now almost as well lubricated as the first, and after only a brief moment's pause he pushed past the entrance to Elizabeth's vagina and thrust deep within her. Elizabeth let out a primal howl of satisfaction and as Ravi pistoned in and out of her, his increasingly lazy upper penis sliding up and down over Elizabeth's clitoris with each thrust; she was overtaken with one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. Coilla watched as Ravi made sure that Elizabeth got the powerful release she had been lusting for. Elizabeth shuddered and shook with waves of pleasure for some time, Ravi providing enough stimulation that her climax seemed roar for many seconds like a fire that had been suddenly stoked into a fierce blaze. After she had exhausted every ounce of ecstasy from the experience she lay back in Ravi's embrace satiated and smiling. She lay for a few seconds with her back arched, her golden hair hanging down from the back of her head, almost shimmering in the light of the room's many candles. Her body shimmered as well, her chest and stomach shining with afterglow and perspiration. Her chest was thrust upwards towards Ravi's face and heaved up and down as she breathed contently; a bead of sweat left its place at her chin and rolled down between her well formed breasts, moving onwards to tickle her stomach. Ravi moved his arms to better support the girl, then he gently disengaged her from his penis. She let out a quiet gasp of pleasure as the Rajagheen slid out of her, the experience particularly noticeable because of her lover's exotic shape but also because of his second penis, which brushed across her clitoris as it left. Ravi now held her slight form with only his arms so he could lift her higher, lowering his head to meet her body and kissing her tenderly between her breasts. Her head hanging backwards as it was, she did not see her lover going to kiss her. But as she felt his lips upon her skin and his large head against her breasts she smiled even more with delight, letting out a sigh of enjoyment as she bent her head forward and kissed Ravi on the forehead. Coilla rose from where she had been sitting and began caressing both of the lovers tenderly with her hands. Elizabeth should take a little break for awhile, looks like the perfect time for me to step in... she thought, remembering the positions that she had been considering in her head. She expected it to be a long night indeed, and the three of them would savor every moment of it. Her mind brewing with erotic imagination, and her body energized with anticipation, Coilla looked up at Ravi with a naughty grin on her face.