The Samur: Chapter 7

The Samur: Chapter 7, A Vulgar Challenge and Virility Challenged (M+F MF bd oral Mdom impreg)

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[1]
After lunch the next day, Jillian requested to meet with Tamaira and was immediately led to the warrior Princess. “Your man did very well for me last night, you should be pleased. In fact, my sister has asked for him tonight.” Jillian frowned. “You disapprove?” the busty princess asked. “Hmm,” she said, “well, if you object, you can always propose a contest.”

Unconsciously, Jillian's nipples hardened instantly at the thought of another rough fucking. “If she wants him then a contest she shall have.”

Seeing and hearing her reaction, Tamaira smiled. “Splendid. I will have you escorted to Iolan's quarters after dark. I am sure she will think of something, er, appropriate.”

Jillian had the feeling it was going to be a long night, but she was ready, and wet, for it.

...

Rhys was relaxing after dinner with some of the fine tabac the male warriors had shared with them. Since he wasn't on the roster tonight he was enjoying a pint of ale and a smoke.

The appearance of Lucela startled all of them to their feet. She pointed, not unsurprisingly, at Rhys. “You will come with me.” The men giggled like school girls until Lucela stared them down. Rhys put down his ale and passed the tabac pipe. He followed Lucela at a respectful three paces and was led nearly half way across the camp to a brightly colored and large tent.

Upon entering he found himself the seventh man present. The red-haired woman from this morning, Tamaira's sister, was there, as was Jillian, each wearing a form fitting dress. The chairs they were seated in had oddly shaped arms. “I am W. Iolan, sister to W. Tamaira.” Rhys bowed. “She speaks highly of you, says you were able to please her.” Rhys didn't know what to say to that so he bowed slightly again. The other men remained still.

Although Tamaira has granted my request for you tonight, the woman Jillian protested and insisted we vie for possession. I was intrigued by this and proposed a contest.” Iolan pointed to two of the men and Rhys. “Lucela, please take these three out to wait.” The warrior nodded, and the three of them followed her.

Iolan stood and gave a flask to the nearest man. He understood what was required, and drank the shuutra before passing it to the next man. Iolan watched as all but Rhys drank, then removed their yuru. She and Jillian shed their dresses, and sat down.

“Your challenge is to make us cum. The loser is the first to cum three times.” She looked at Jillian. “To be fair, you may choose your two first. The loser will tend to the needs of those that remain unspent.”

Jillian selected two of the men at random, they did not appear noticeably different to her. Iolan spoke again to the men after the choices were made, “You may cum only after you have made one of us cum.” The men nodded, Jillian nodded. Iolan smiled and looked at Jillian.

“Whenever you are ready.” At the same time both women leaned back and put their feet up on the arms of the chairs. The buckles on the backs of their shoes locked in place with an audible 'click,' holding their legs spread obscenely wide with their pussies completely vulnerable. “You may begin.”

The men, now fully aroused by the shuutra and the two vulnerable and available pussies before them, dove between the legs of the two women in a contest to get their first. Jillian's cunnilinguist was fabulously talented and seemed to have a prehensile tongue. He alternated with astonishing speed between slipping that tongue deep inside her and wrapping it around her clit. Jillian fought the intense feelings and tried to stave off an impending climax.

On her chair, Iolan was being pleasured equally, and her predisposition to sucking and fucking was not doing enough to keep her from approaching a climax within minutes of the start. She was eager to cum, but more eager to win. Gesturing to the man waiting for his turn with Jillian, she said, “Suckle her tits, she loves it.” The man grinned and moved to do just that. The second man near her moved closer to her chest. She waggled a finger at him in warning, the meaning was clear and the man kept his distance from her chest.

Jillian was surprised by Iolan's tactics, but it gave her an idea. “If you make her cum, you can fuck my tits 'til you cum.” The men now had a good deal to think about, and none to soon. With one man sucking on her clit and another rubbing and sucking her tits, Jillian was fast approaching her first orgasm. Iolan's breathing was getting heavier, but she didn't seem close enough. Another idea struck. “What she really wants is cock. If one of you fucks her while the other licks her clit, I'll bet she cums well before you can.”

Iolan smiled, this was indeed becoming a good contest. The one between her legs stood and aimed his cock at her pussy. The second leaned over and captured her clit between his teeth and tongue. At one time, her clit was squeezed deliciously and a cock thrust into her. Her body attempted to react by closing her thighs, but the locks on her heels held—her legs pinned open by the chair as they ravished her. Iolan relented under the assault, “Fuck me damn you,” she said. The strain of trying to close her legs sent her over the edge and she screamed out her first orgasm. She came down from her high as the man inside her made to pull out and finish in her mouth, but Iolan had an idea. “Don't you want to fill a princess with your cum? Yes, give it to me.” The man grunted and Iolan felt a flood of warmth within her as he began the long and delicious process of spending within her.

Jillian heard Iolan go over the top and the intensely erotic sound of it broke her own resolve. The tongue on her clit seemed to latch on to her bucking hips and she was driven over the edge in her first orgasm. As she came down from her peak, her conqueror stood and was immediately replaced by another. The man with the prehensile tongue straddled her chest and squeezed her tits around his cock as the second man started licking her.

The second man was equally keen to get Iolan to cum, but he was dissuaded from taking the easy way of licking her by the copious load pouring forth from the Princess' pussy. The Princess looked at him as he lined up his cock and readied to spear her, confident he could last just long enough. “If you make her cum I will swallow you whole.” The man grabbed her hips and thrust fully into her in one motion. Iolan panted as the man's thick cock pummeled her wide spread pussy. “You..know..me.. You..know...what..I..offer..to..you.”

The man grunted and sped up his fucking. Iolan, as cock hungry as any of the royal family, soon found herself growing perilously close to orgasm.

Jillian was staring straight at the cock fucking her tits even as a second man skillfully manipulated her clit and pussy with his tongue. The man astride her chest began to grunt, and, recognizing the signals, Jillian took him deep in her mouth just as he began to cum. The decadence of having a man flood her mouth while her legs were held open for another, however, resulted in her second orgasm.

Now the events were reversed. Iolan found the sound of Jillian's climax so alluring that it triggered her own second release. The warrior's pussy muscles contracted violently around the cock that was invading it and forced its owner to cum within her.

The count was two to two and there was one man unspent. That man, of course, was between Jillian's thighs with his lips locked on her clit. He continued his assault, eager to bring his willing victim to another climax.

In the other chair, Iolan sensed impending victory. “She hasn't even had a cock inside her tonight. Take pity on her and fuck her.”

Jillian's delightful assailant stopped for a moment, giving her a chance to steel her resolve and prepare for the next round. But instead of resuming the attack with his tongue, she saw him stand between her thighs.

“Fuck the princess, you know how her pussy snaps for attention. Two of you have already taken her. Go on, be her third and let your two bretheren in there be four and five.”

The man looked at Iolan, clearly relishing the idea of fucking the Princess into oblivion. Then he looked back at Jillian and she knew she had lost him. He reached out and grabbed her tits as she slammed the length of his cock into her.

“Take it Jillian,” Iolan said, now starting to finger fuck herself as she watched, “Give yourself to it, just cum on his cock and you will have the next two.”

Jillian strained against her binds for a moment then put her hands over those that held her tits. Looking right at the man, she said, “Fuck me harder. Please make me cum.” The man did as he was asked and pounded her as hard and fast as he could. He could feel his own orgasm approaching and he did his best to hold it off. Soon, it did not matter as Jillian's eyes rolled up and she reveled in the feeling of being completed fucked. She came hard, her toes curling and her breath clenching in her chest.

The considerate man fucked her straight through her climax, only slowing when he felt her pussy ease its hold on him. He quickly withdrew from her, leaving Jillian feeling a bit empty, then straddled her chest and began fucking her tits. In moments Jillian found herself being literally hosed down with cum as the man spurted between her tits, up her neck and onto her face. She panted her way down to normal breathing, then looked over at the victorious Princess. Another lost contest, another night without Rhys, and another night of gloriously vigorous fucking.

“Release me,” Iolan said, and the man nearest her pressed a button at the base of the chair. With another 'click' the Princess lifted her feet from the arms of the chair and stood up. She stretched her legs. “Well done Jillian. I shall enjoy my victory, and Rhys. Be sure you are kind to the other men.”

Jillian nodded as Iolan and the four men left and the remaining two men entered, cocks stiff before them, dripping and ready for release. Jillian, deciding she liked the feeling of being so wide spread before them, decided to keep her legs splayed as they were. She beckoned the two men to come closer. “I am here, legs spread for you and nothing I can do about it. Now, what can we do for each other?”

[2]
Rhys had to wait another fifteen minutes before he was ushered into Iolan's quarters. The Princess was still wearing her leather strapped shoes and arm rings, but aside from those she was gloriously nude. She was seated, legs slightly parted, sipping wine from a glass goblet. “Would you like some wine?”

Rhys nodded and took the goblet she offered. He had little doubt it was laced with shuutra — not that he minded, he knew why he was here. “May I sit?” She answered with a hand wave and he took a seat where he could view her fully. She did not seem to mind his openly ogling her. “May I ask after the Lady Jillian?”

“Mmmm,” Iolan purred, “She was a surprisingly good competitor. My sister had told me as much. Would you like to hear of it?”

Against his better judgment, Rhys nodded and sipped more wine. Iolan recounted the events of the past half hour, in vivid detail. As she went on she began to finger herself avidly. By the end of the story her pussy was fully engorged and very wet. Rhys found he was also quite hard, as expected.

“For someone who is not a warrior like us, she certainly has our hunger.”

“I suspect the Samur is having an effect on her.”

“Because you are wizards?”

Rhys tried not to indicate any surprise, but he was not expecting her statement.

“My sister and I discuss everything, share everything. I agree with her that there is little chance that your arrival and our troubles stem from different sources at the same time. My sister, however, tells me she has only seen Jillian use magic.”

“There has been no need as yet. Do you require a demonstration?”

Iolan smiled and nodded. “That would be nice, but that is not why you are here.”

“I thought not.”

The Princess stood and sat her wine glass down. Then she knelt in front of Rhys and fished out his hard cock with her hand. “My sister and I are alike in many ways, Anoran.” She took his cock in her mouth, and Rhys realized this was the first time he had seen one of the warriors do this without the man standing or lying flat on his back. Rhys moaned in pleasure as she fellated him.

“How may I help?” he asked quietly.

The Princess pulled off him but continued to stroke him. “The same that you did for my sister.” She took him in her mouth again. Rhys put his hand behind her head and made to grab her pony tail. She pulled back her lips and gently grazed him with her teeth. Rhys tightened his grip on hair. Pride burned in her eyes but she did not move.

“Tell me what you want.” With great effort he pulled her off his cock.

“You know.”

“You must tell me.”

The pride burned in her and he saw the conflict within her. “Cannot you do for me just what you did for her?”

Rhys shook his head. “That would not be the same now would it? I know what you want, and part of that is to be admitting it to me.” He saw her reluctance. “Come now, you chose me because I am an outsider. Just say it plainly and quickly.”

“I want you to use me.”

“Is that truly what you want? Those jongul just fucked you through two orgasms while your legs were held open. They certainly used you. I sense you must want more.”

Iolan licked her lips and took a deep breath. “I still had control of them.”

Rhys still had a hold of her pony tail. He thrust his cock back into her mouth and held her firmly by the hair. She redoubled her efforts. Rhys cast about for the sandglass he knew must be here but he could not find it. He suspected he had about half an hour before the shuutra would make things painful for him. As he looked around the room, Iolan slurped and sucked at his cock. Her efforts were quite accomplished. He pulled back firmly on her hair and cleared his throat. She looked up at him, her mouth still full, “If you get me too close I will cum in your ass.” Defiance and mirth flashed briefly across her face, but she slowed down her efforts.

Rhys spied what he was looking for, a number of sashes the warriors sometimes wore. He took one and tied it as a blind fold. Iolan paused, but then continued. Reaching down, he dropped a sash near her ankles and made to move her hands behind her back. She resisted. “Tsk, tsk, that's not the game.”

Focusing on her wrists first, he said quickly, “Kotel, moval, tasara.”

As the sashes around her wrists tightened and pulled her hands back behind her, she let out a surprised “What?” Rhys pulled her head back from him. Her mouth now free he filled it with another sash. She stood quickly, surprising him, but he was ready. Gesturing to the sashes near her feet, he repeated, “Kotel, moval, tasara.” As she felt the bonds tighten up around her feet he added “Huzni,” and he watched as her feet were slowly pulled apart. When they had about two feet of distance between them, she briefly stopped her struggles.

Rhys thrust two fingers unceremoniously into her sopping pussy, grasped her pony tail with his other hand, and pulled back. Still impaled on his fingers, he guided her fall backward onto the bed of furs. Rhys took another sash and looped it in a figure eight around her tits. She thrashed as he handled her melon sized mounds, opposed as were all the warrior women to men fondling them thus. Rhys took a nipple in each hand and lifted her breasts up. “Tasara,” he said, and held the spell in his mind until her tits were firmly held at the base by the sash. Then he released her nipples and her tits stood up on her chest. He leaned down close to her head, “You'll like this.” She thrashed her head about, nearly hitting him. “Arprest, pottagot.”

Iolan moaned into the gag as the sash around her tits began to alternately squeeze them. The intense massage made her nipples rock hard at once. Rhys could not resist the temptation and suckled each of those tips for a bit. The effect on Iolan was very strong and she thrashed about even as she moaned.

Rhys straddled her hips and dropped the spell binding her wrists. He shifted his weight and the Princess lashed out with her left hand. She was incredibly strong, but he held her wrist with both hands as he uttered the words to rebind her wrist to her ankle. He pulled on them until her wrist touched her ankle. Then he shifted his weight, gained her other wrist and repeated the move.

The Princess Iolan, third in order of succession, was now nude, on her back, with a magical sash massaging her tits; her wrists were bound to her ankles, slightly arching her back and spreading her thighs in a most involuntary yet welcoming way. Rhys looked over his handiwork, then leaned forward and thrust his dripping cock between her tits.

“Mmmph, mmph mmmm mmmph.” Iolan yelled into her gag as she thrashed her head from side to side.

“Please be quiet, wouldn't want to call the guards would we? Was there something you wanted to say?” Rhys pulled the sash from her mouth.

Iolan was breathing heavily. “My guards will not enter no matter what they hear, you know this.” Rhys nodded, but of course she could not see it. He stroked his cock in the valley between her tits. “That is disgusting.”

He chuckled, held her head up and pushed his cock into her mouth. Despite her protests, she sucked at him energetically. Rhys figured he now had ten or fifteen minutes left. He pulled from he mouth. “You were saying?”

Before she could speak he reached back and thrust two fingers into her pussy, stroking her with them as he used his thumb on her clit. “Mmmmm. Please fuck me.”

“I had considered the thought.” He moved from her chest and knelt between her outstretched thighs. “But since you are tied up and I can do anything I want, perhaps I should do something else?” Her scent was of lavender, no trace of the men she had recently fucked. Her pussy lips were long and thick with her arousal. He sucked them into his mouth and kneaded them. Iolan moaned as he ate her, tongue slipping between her folds even as he chewed on her. Her breath caught and Rhys instantly released her.

“I know you don't like me fondling your tits, but what else don't you like?” Rhys reached up and grabbed her tits with both hands as he licked her again.

She inhaled sharply. “I cannot say.”

Rhys took one of his dampened fingers from her pussy and held its tip against her asshole. She clenched sharply to keep him out. “No.” Rhys held his finger there, moving it slowly.

“Then if you do not want me to take you there, you will tell me another secret.”

The continued pressure on her ass convinced her he was serious. She sighed. “We never take a man's weight on our chest.”

Rhys withdrew his finger, “Was that so difficult?” Before she could reply he latched on once again to her lips and resumed his assault. This time when her breath seized, he switched his tongue to her clit directly and she clamped down on his fingers as a climax took her. He continued to pleasure her until her contractions subsided, then he took position between her thighs and removed the sash from her eyes.

Reaching behind her, he lifted her head up. “Now watch, Princess, as I mount you.” She strained to keep her eyes open as Rhys slowly pushed his dripping cock into her pussy. Only when he was fully seated within her did she close her eyes and exhale in a breathy moan.

Rhys allowed his weight to press on down on her tied breasts, adding to her feelings of submission. She was panting louder and louder as he drove into her with deep strokes. Rhys lifted himself up and focused his mind for a moment. “Zitak, huzni.”

Iolan's wrists came free from her ankles, but she felt her wrists as they were pulled over her head. Rhys remained still. “Please fuck me.”

“Wrap your legs around me. Give yourself to me and I will ride us both across the finish.”

There was no pause as Iolan threw her legs around his hips and locked her ankles. Rhys put his weight back on her chest and resumed fucking her with long solid strokes, bottoming out against her mons with every thrust. Iolan was still panting, but Rhys noted a subtle shift. He looked at her, but found only hunger and desire in her eyes, “Mmmm, take meee.”

As Rhys felt the unmistakable signals of his orgasm approaching, he said, “I am going to flood you now Princess.” The inevitability was upon him, in seconds he would cum, nothing could stop it.

“And you will breed me,” Iolan said, and her pussy clenched his cock as she began to cum, her legs tightening on his hips as he continued to ride her.

[3]
Part of Rhys' brain heard her clearly, but just then the part that was in control was inside the Princess' pussy. He drove into her again and again as his body did its best to plant its seed as deep as possible in the womb before it. He saw she had her eyes locked on him, watching.

Though his orgasm was intense, Rhys knew at once something was different. It was over much to quickly than in his other times with the Samur. Rhys, breathing hard, relaxed and put more weight on Iolan. “Zitak,” he said, and released the bonds on her wrists. He prepared himself for the fury of the Princess should she suddenly feel, well, defiled, now that the act was over.

As he expected, she immediately rolled on top of him, showing certain expertise as she kept him inside her. She pinned his arms to the bed, dragged her breasts over his chest, and unexpectedly kissed him. She lifted off him just a bit, “That was quite a good performance master wizard.”

As his cock released its hold on his mind, the other part of his brain brought up a standing question.

“'Breed you'? That is an odd thing to bring into this fantasy.”

“Fantasy?” She continued to stroke his softening member with her pussy. She had a grin fairly fixed to her face. Rhys searched for something he was missing. She leaned forward and surprised him by dropping a nipple into his mouth. This was very odd indeed. “You may not speak of the events tonight with anyone. Ever. Do I have your word?”

“You have my word, now what is the mystery?”

“Shuutra makes male spend infertile.” She watched as the pieces came together in his mind. As the realization dawned on him, she spoke again. “So you see, I got exactly what I was after.” She placed his hands on her breasts and squeezed them. “Also, none of the things that upset the warriors, like having their breasts fondled, upset me. I just hold up that facade to fit in. And I know it excites the men when they think they are getting away with something.”

Rhys rubbed his forehead, he had been skillfully manipulated. The Princess continued. “What I do share with the rest of my family is an insatiable lust for men.” She leaned forward and whispered, “And I do love being taken forcefully.” She felt his cock stir. “I suspected you would not mind playing that part after what my sister told me.”

“What about this trying to get pregnant? Why me? And why now?” Rhys felt himself stiffening against his better judgment as she continued to play with him.

“My mother directed me to get pregnant. It was simply my turn. I was impressed at your performance with my sister so you seemed a good choice.”

Rhys found that he just could not be angry. His cock stiffened.

Iolan felt him grow within her. She lifted off him, turned around and took him in her mouth. When he was fully hard, she let him go and resumed her position astride him. “I do enjoy the taste more without the shuutra, mmmm, but I miss the volume.” She bounced on him a couple times, getting her movements right. “Do you have any questions now that I am feeling compliant?”

“Is there something you require from me with respect to this child you hope to conceive?”

“Oh, conception is all but certain, but you should pump me full several more times tonight to be sure.” She noticed his expression had not changed. “To answer your question, no. Fathers are always anonymous. Court politics you understand.”

Rhys nodded. Iolan was every bit as shrewd as any he had met, and he liked her all the more for it since she was still impaled on his cock. “Anything else or can we get back to breeding me?”

“You could say getting you pregnant.”

She put his hands on her tits. She shifted forward and sped up her riding. “Yes, but asking that way feels naughty, and it gets me what I want.” She watched his face as he slowly grinned. “And what I want, is for you to cum in my pussy.”

“Yes Princess,” Rhys said, and quit worrying about it.

“Good man. Now squeeze my tits and fill me up.”

And he did.

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