The Samur: Chapter 5

The Samur: Chapter 5, Virtue and Virility (MF oral bd)

� 2010 Rhys.The.Mage

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(Or, The Princess and the Penis)

"Give her inches and feed her well”--The Scorpions, Rock You Like a Hurricane

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Rhys was led, his tired and deflating cock hanging low, to an adjoining tent. Inside he found Tamaira relaxing nude on a pile of furs. Though the sight of her lazily playing with her pussy was lewd and enticing, he had nothing left for her.

Tamaira smiled at him. “Tell me, was she surprised?”

Rhys laughed, “Oh yes.”

“From the looks of your prick I would guess that the scene did not disturb you.”

“Ah, no, Princess, it was quite stimulating. But why did you let me do that? And what happened to the last man?”

Just then Rhys heard a woman howl, and shortly after he heard a man follow. “I told W. Ulanda to take care of him. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Talk? Well thank you for letting me go to Jillian.”

Tamaira shrugged, now fucking herself with two fingers even as she talked to him: like nothing unusual was going on. For her, then again, maybe nothing was. “She was willing to swallow several men just to get to you, it was motivating.”

“Motivating?”

“Yes, her dedication definitely peaked my interest. I just have to know for myself what it is that makes her want you so.”

Rhys shrugged and gestured to his cock. “If this is part of it, I am afraid it may not be available so soon.”

The Princess laughed. “Mmmm,” she moaned, closed her eyes and fucked herself through an orgasm. Even for what he had seen so far, Rhys was taken aback at how forward the women of the Samur really were. As she came down she opened her eyes. “Shall we make a wager?” When Rhys did not say anything, she smiled and continued. “If I can get you inside my pussy in ten minutes, I win.”

“And if I win?”

She smiled. “Mmm. If you win, it will take twenty.”

Rhys laughed. “How can I refuse? And if you win? What then?”

“If I win, then you answer a question.”

“And if I win, you answer a question?”

“That is fine,” the warrior princess said. She stood, searched the furs for a small sandglass, and upended it. Walking over to him, she guided him down the furs on his back and began to kiss her way down his body. She went down past his waist, made her way along his inner thighs and stopped at his feet before kissing her way back to his still soft cock. She took his prick in her mouth and started to suck on him.

Though the feeling was intense and the Princess was gifted with her tongue, Rhys knew he was some ways from getting hard. He opened his eyes to find the Princess' pussy flared open and facing him as she knelt next to him. Though he expected her to be quite the mess after her recent contest with Jillian, she looked fresh and clean, inflamed, and dripping wet. He wet two of his fingers and unceremoniously thrust them into her. She inhaled deeply around his cock. He began to stroke her with his fingers, hoping to distract her enough so that she would not succeed before time ran out. He noticed that from where she was, she could not observe the sandglass.

For several minutes he toyed with her, alternately fucking her pussy and stroking her clit. He did not let her cum and she did not succeed in making him hard. As he saw time running out, she mysteriously pulled off him and turned. Sitting astride him she held herself open and placed the tip of his only slightly less than limp cock at her entrance. He felt as she held her lips around his cock, then was utterly amazed as her pussy moved to pull him inside. The sand had long since run out. She leaned forward and kissed him.

Rhys was surprised when she passed a mouthful of liquid to him, but he swallowed just the same. She sat up, continuing to massage his limp prick with her pussy. “You lost your highness,” he said.

“Ummm. Did I? But then again, you did not win either since it has not taken twenty minutes.”

“Well, I am inside you, but not hard. Does that count?”

She smiled at him as she looked down on him. She did not say anything, but watched the look of pleasure and surprise pass over his features as the liquid she fed him worked its wonders and his prick hardened and lengthened inside her. It was the most unusual thing he had ever felt. She groaned and ground her hips on him after he was fully hard. “I do so enjoy doing that. Now that we have both lost, you must answer a question.”

With the blood from his brain now filling his cock, Rhys nodded, enjoyed himself as the Princess rode him slowly. “Jillian tells me she is a mage and is here to find an evil wizard and kill him. My question is, are you a wizard as well?”

Rhys nodded. “Yes. But we thought it best not to say anything.”

Tamaira nodded, then paused in riding him for just a moment. “As I told her, my current mission may be linked to yours. I do not believe it could be a coincidence.”

“What is that?”

“That a rebellion starts in the east just before your arrival. Vira was not the first I dealt with.” Tamaira stroked herself up and down his prick a couple times, then stopped with him fully seated inside her. “The Helel has been called. The problem will be dealt with in the old ways, as they wish it.”

Rhys had many questions, but he left them aside. “What question do you want me to ask?”

“Why would you ask me that?”

“You arranged it to be quite easy for us both to lose.”

“Ask me what I want tonight. I am honor bound to answer.”

“And what does the Princess Tamaira want from me tonight?”

Tamaira looked at him, sneered. “That was not the question.” Rhys nodded, said nothing. “Mmm. Well then. I wish to not be a Princess tonight.”

“But you will still be the Princess. What do you want from me tonight.”

Tamaira stroked him twice. “Tonight I wish you to treat me like I was not the Princess.”

Rhys nodded, lifted her off him and laid her back on a mound of furs. He leaned down and kissed her pussy lips fully with his mouth, locking himself to her. He ran his tongue fully between her lips and stopped at her clit. She was beyond wet with need, and her clit was a hard nub, nearly a half inch long. She yelped as he sucked it into his mouth and began to rapidly knead it between his lips and teeth. Rhys reached up to put his hand on her left breast; she batted his hand away with a sharp slap.

Rhys could feel her rising, getting closer to her peak. He pushed his hands under her buttocks and grabbed each cheek so as to lift her up as he continued to eat her. Continuing to suckle her clit he surreptitiously moistened one finger with her copious fluids and pushed at her rosebud. The reaction was immediate.

Rhys' finger slipped inside her ass, she began to climax, clamping down on his finger very tightly, and her legs squeezing his head. She practically screamed with release, then she released her thighs and slapped him hard across the face. “You may not touch me there.”

“Will you call your guard?”

“I have no need of them. Besides,” she said with a smirk, “They have orders tonight.” With him paused in his pussy-licking, she resumed fucking herself with a couple fingers. “And so do you, after a fashion.”

Rhys remembered something she had said, or the way she had said it, and suddenly had an idea of what might be needed to satisfy this woman.

Rhys moved forward, though not with a speed the Princess found threatening. He grabbed her feet and forcefully rolled her to her belly. She let our an amused squeak. Rhys knelt on the pile of furs behind her and laid his full weight down on her, pinning her to the couch. Then he reached out and held her hands over her head with his own, stretching her out. “This is more like it,” she said.

Rhys' cock was between her cheeks, his lubrication and her own mingling to provide him a slippery playground there. He angled his hips and his cock slipped down between her cheeks. She clenched her buttocks playfully to keep him out. He groaned.

“What's the matter?” she teased.

Rhys grunted and let go of her hands. He stood and pulled her legs off the pile of furs, bending her at the waist. He pushed down, bending her forcefully at the waist. He knew without looking that this exposed her sex to him, so even as she giggled and kept her buttocks clenched, he slammed his cock into her vulnerable pussy in one powerful lunge.

Her pussy now filled, he felt the fight go out of her at once. She sighed heavily. He pulled her arms back so they were along her sides and then lunged into her as he lifted and moved her off the furs so she was flat on her belly on the floor of the tent.

Still deep inside the Princess, he leaned down and put his weight on her back and held her arms above her. He did not doubt she could toss him off if she chose, but that did not seem to be what she wanted.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear as he started to fuck her. “And now, highness, I am going to fuck you. And when -I- am ready, you will drink the spend from my body.”

In reply, she grunted in mock derision, and clenched her pussy around him. Rhys felt like a velvet vice had just gripped him. The feeling, even without the potion, was enough to make any man want to flood that pussy with his cum.

But although she seemed quite into what he was doing, he felt she was holding back. And that gave Rhys his final inspiration—he hoped he had judged her mood correctly, or he was about to lose some teeth. Holding her two hands in the small of her back with one of his, Rhys reached out and grabbed a sash lying nearby. Being careful to continue fucking, but not to cum, he looped one end around his hand and made his move. He put all his weight on the Princess's back, and whispered in her ear. “What holds you back, highness?” Hoping she was distracted, he looped the sash around one of her hands while he was talking. She did not appear to notice, or if she did, she was not concerned.

Rhys grunted. She giggled. “And what are you up to?” she asked with a grunt. Rhys leaned back, pulling the sash and her right wrist to the small of her back. The Princess noticed that, she twisted, but seemed conflicted about throwing him off while she was still so deliciously impaled on his cock. Rhys quickly brought her other wrist down and tied them together. Her reaction was immediate.

She thrashed about wildly, but not enough to unseat him. She yelled at him, so loud Rhys was certain guards would come running. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You cannot do this.” Her arms strained as she pulled at the bonds on her wrists. “This...is...not...permitted.” Rhys held on to her waist as she bucked, fucking him wildly as she thrashed around, but still he remained seated inside her. He very much wanted to roll her over and watch her face as he had his way with her, but he doubted he would be able to reenter from that angle as much as she clearly wanted it.

He was certain he had guessed right on the Princess' desires, but if not at least he would cum before he died with a smile on his face. Moving carefully, aware that he might be running out of time, Rhys rolled her to her side slightly and pushed a mound of furs under her before rolling her back to her belly. Hands useless behind her back, Rhys grabbed a fistful of her long hair and pulled it back firmly as he slammed his cock fully into her again. “Let go of me!” she yelled, and grunted with each thrust.

Rhys laughed, breathing hard. “And now, Tamaira, you shall be ridden and broken.” She no longer clenched at his cock, and Rhys sensed she still held back. Hoping she was still holding out for more, he reached under her and grabbed a breast, holding it firmly and beginning to knead it.

She grunted between his strokes, “You...may..not..touch..me..there.”

He laughed out loud and squeezed her tit harder. “I don't recall asking.” He noted her nipple was rock hard in his palm. He moved his hand so he could pinch it slightly, and he was rewarded with a deep moan, almost a growl. He pulled her hair with a bit more force and began to thrust faster. He felt her begin to contract around his cock, and for a moment he thought she was playing with him again, but then her voice started to rise to the same scream of before, but this time it was longer, more muffled and more labored. Rhys released her hair and held her wrists back as he pounded her through her orgasm. He was very close to the edge himself.

Then, as the scream came and went, he noticed her pussy was clenching again, the Princess shrieked in alarm and release as she went over a second time. Rhys was about to pull out and feed her when he felt her going a third time. He was stunned by her reaction, but in the middle of her third orgasm he pulled himself fully from her, spun her around, and shoved his cock in her open, gasping mouth. Her eyelids fluttered open, and her eyes slowly refocused, the realization hitting her that a primed and ready cock was in her mouth and ready to deliver its load.

She growled a low purr and used her tongue aggressively as Rhys held her hair firmly and fucked her face. She started to mumble something, perhaps an objection to his actions, but then his orgasm began and her mouth was being filled.

Rhys felt such relief and pleasure as his body began the long process of pumping all of his spend into the stomach of the willing Princess at his feet. As pulse after powerful pulse went through his entire body and out through his cock, he was ready to pull out at the first sign the princess was drowning. But she was an accomplished cum swallower and matched his spurts gulp for gulp. Rhys continued the plateau of his orgasm as she greedily suckled him like a calf at the teat. The feeling was rapturous, an orgasm that lasted for over a minute as he unloaded all that pent up fluid.

After what seemed like forever, he was completely spent. He moved to back away and the Princess clamped down with just a hint of teeth. He stopped. She breathed around his cock, the air providing an interesting sensation as she did so. She held him tightly in her mouth for several minutes, seeming to enjoy the feeling of his cock deflating. Keeping her teeth around the base of his cock, she wiggled her bound wrists. Rhys carefully bent over and loosened the knot. If she was angry he was about to lose his manhood.

She slowly worked her hands free, then, moving so fast he could not follow, she let him slip from her mouth as she slapped him full across the face. Rhys tasted the coppery presence of blood in his mouth, then she kissed him firmly.

“That was an entirely inappropriate way to handle a Princess.” He nodded, she smiled. “And just what I needed.” She pulled a robe around her, then sat back on the furs and pulled him down next to her. “It is rare that I can get that from a man, you understand.”

Rhys nodded, stroked her still naked belly. When he reached her breast she grabbed his hand forcefully. “If you do that at the wrong time I may break your hand.” He moved it away. She slipped the yuru back on his cock.

“Should I leave now?”

“There is no need. No doubt Jillian will be exhausted and sleep quite soundly till morning. I wonder, why didn't you use your magic with me?”

“I didn't want to press my luck.”

“Hmmm. Wise, but unnecessary.” She leaned over to look at him. “Still, you bring up a good point. You should accompany me as I hunt down the source of this rebellion, but we must keep your nature secret for the time being. And Jillian's as well.”

Rhys nodded. “What would that entail?”

“You would stay among the jongul and she will remain with the women. I doubt either of you will mind the arrangements very much.”

“No, I suppose not.”

“Good. Now, before we sleep, I require some more fucking.”

Rhys looked down, his cock did not even twitch despite the words from the tempting woman nearby. “The mind is willing, highness, but the flesh, well, the flesh is beat.”

Tamaira smiled, reached around under the furs and produced a small vial. She wiggled it in front of his face. “That is what you said last time. If you are not exhausted, then all you need to do is keeping drinking enough fluids and you can go quite a long time.”

Sighing his resignation, Rhys searched for a water skin and drank the whole thing. He then walked over to the amazon woman and spread his arms. “How may I serve you?”

She handed him the vial, then knelt in front of him. As he swallowed the contents he was at last able to identify the taste of the shuutra. She took his limp cock in her mouth and clenched his buttocks with both hands. Her tongue felt delightful on his cock, but nothing more. Then, after a couple of minutes, Rhys began to feel his twice drained prick returning to life. As the warrior woman massaged his dick with her tongue, he hardened and lengthened. She kept her chin against his balls until he was fully hard and fully lodged in her throat, then she slowly pulled off him, and got on her hands and knees. “You see, you are quite willing and very able. Now get to it.”

Rhys knelt behind her and guided his cock to her seemingly always wet pussy. He felt with his fingers to make sure he was lined up, the princess stiffened at his touch, but did not move his hand away. “Do not tarry.” He pushed forward, and when his cock touched her wetness, he at once removed his fingers and held her hips.

“What would you like, Princess Tamaira?”

Tamaira lowered her chest to the floor, then reached back and grabbed his thighs. She then pulled him forward and impaled herself on him fully. “That, is what I want. Now, fuck me, as hard and as fast as you can.”

Holding on to her muscular hips, Rhys began to pound the warrior's pussy as she asked. “And when I am going to spend? What then?” he asked, knowing her preference for swallowing.

“I have told you what I want.”

Rhys fucked her hard and fast for several minutes, his staying power enhanced by how tired his prick was despite its current state. Tamaira, however, was tired in no way. Rocking her body in time to his thrusts, she fucked him back, trying to drive him deeper each time he thrust inside. Rhys felt her hand rubbing her clit and occasionally stroking his shaft and balls. Her pussy clenched at him, squeezing his cock and driving him relentlessly onward to his peak. He hoped he would drive her over the edge before he started to spend. From her breathing and the movements of her hands, he knew she was close. Finally, nature had run its course and biology would not be denied. The smell of her, the feel of her, the sound of her, drove Rhys to the edge and he felt his entire body tense with effort. Still he pounded the princess' pussy, not slowing even as he at long last felt his orgasm take over. Rhys howled with pleasure as he began to flood her pussy. Tamaira at last felt the spreading warmth inside her, she moved to put both hands on the floor. Feeling the signs powerful climax, she bit down on a blanket. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and in a blinding flash of light she exploded.

Rhys heard her muffled scream through her clenched teeth, felt her pussy clamp down on him so tight that had he not been already filling her pussy with his spend he would not have been able to keep thrusting. But as pulse after pulse flooded her cunt, he was able to continue fucking her even as she tried to force out what she wanted to keep up her. Rhys kept fucking her throughout his long orgasm. Only when he was at last finished did he realize she was still cumming. Whether it was one long climax or many short ones, he did not know. And though he was now uncomfortable, he kept fucking as per her orders. Only when his cock had weakened such that he could not fuck her did he stop and withdraw. Tamaira fell forward, rolled onto her back, and snored.

Rhys laughed. He pulled a fur over her body and went to the tent flap. He cleared his throat and one of the woman warriors poked her head in. She saw Tamaira asleep, grinned, and entered the tent. She picked up his yuru and replaced it, and stroked his cock. “Guard duty can be verrry frustrating some nights.” She released him and exited the tent. Rhys dressed, took a last look at the satisfied sleeping warrior, and left.

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