Authors: Roxie Noir
Letting the King Watch (Exhibitionism and Voyeurism Erotica): Part Eleven of the Erotic Adventures of Heraklea (3 page)
The giant had fucked her slow at first, Klea somehow fitting that enormous cock all the way into her cunt, just sliding back and forth like it was no big deal, but now he was really hammering it into her, the pleasure obvious on her face as she began to moan and scream. He could hear the loud, wet slap of their bodies smacking together, over and over again.
"Tell me I'm your daddy," Atlas panted, big hips driving and grinding against her, she on her hands and knees on the ground.
"Fuck me, Daddy," Klea panted. "Fuck me harder."
"You've been such a good girl," Atlas said, "You deserve to come."
"I'm so close," she said, eyes closed and head back.
"Come just from my cock," he growled.
"God, your cock feels good!"
With that, the king watched Atlas suddenly stop, cock buried up to the hilt in Klea's cunt, and press her hips to his, as he ground back and forth, balls-deep inside her.
"Oh, fuck," shouted Klea.
***
She began shouting nonsense syllables as the cock plunged deeper and deeper into her, coaxing out her orgasm, an explosion from deep within. Klea could feel her cunt spasming and tightening around the massive cock inside it, the blissful sensations only intensifying as he ground into her again and again and she moaned and moaned, totally insensate to the fact that she was on her hands and knees, on the ground, being watched.
Finally, as she opened her eyes, she felt enormous hands on her hips and, with Atlas still inside her, she was lifted off the ground as he laid on his back, feet on either side of him, facing away.
"Ride me," he said. He smacked her lightly on the ass.
"Like this?" she said. She pulled her feet under her and lifted herself nearly all the way up before letting herself fall all the way back onto him.
He grunted. "Fuck me good," he said, and smacked her ass again.
Klea didn't know if she could do that any harder; she was at the very limit of what she could take. But she lifted herself again, feeling the head rub against her all the way out, sparking against her nerves again, and began to ride him, slowly at first.
***
Now she was on top, sitting on Atlas' cock, facing the king in his bush, and she was riding him faster and faster. In amazement, the king watched the cock appear and disappear beneath her body, her knees spread wide over his body, tits bouncing up and down as she rode.
"That's right, girl," Atlas said.
The king touched himself again, wrapping one hand around his cock, still almost painfully erect. Somehow, he'd managed not to come yet while watching her, and he eased his fist down to the head, feeling the slick precum, then moved his hand back toward his body.
Now she had her hands on her tits, cupping them and pushing them up and together, and it really looked like she was looking right at him, but there was no way. She was squeezing and pinching her nipples, her head thrown back. He could see the wetness on the cock appearing and disappearing into her even from where he sat.
He pumped his hand up and down his cock again, gaining speed. He sensed that she wasn't going to last long, even though she'd already come twice, and he wanted to come right when she did. His cock strained against his hand, the veins bulging, he swollen tip purple with the need to come, but the king still held out.
***
Klea had been showing off for the king, at first, making sure he got a great view of her riding Atlas, his big cock penetrating her deeply, but as she steered toward orgasm again, she forgot about him completely. She leaned back, slowing her ride, only pulling a few inches out before pushing back, leaning her hands on Atlas' torso and arching her back.
"Make me come again," she gasped, sitting full on his cock, moving her hips back and forth in a grinding movement, shifting it inside herself. She moved faster and faster, almost unaware of what she was doing, only chasing the blinding pleasure that she knew was coming.
Atlas just groaned. "Oh, fuck," he said in a low voice, squeezing her hips with both hands like he was holding on for life.
"I'm coming," Klea said, panting, her hips bucking and grinding desperately in an animal rhythm, each iteration bringing her closer until finally there it was, bursting inside her as they moved in sync, her riding wave after wave of pleasure, never wanting to stop fucking, for the sensation to stop. Then she felt Atlas come, inside of her, his huge cock spasming and sending forth a jet of hot cum, and for a moment they rocked together, lost in their bliss.
***
The king timed it just right: he pumped his hand once, twice, and then shot his own spurt of hot white cum onto the ground in front of him. He never took his eyes off of Klea, busy fucking the Titan, and he didn't make any sound, one hand on the ground, one hand on his dick.
For one second, he entertained the thought, again, that he could be the next one to fuck her. He could be the guy with his cock inside her beautiful, welcoming pussy, instead of just watching her or making his men tell him every detail of what they'd heard or witnessed.
As Klea and Atlas collapsed on the ground, spent, the king stood, leaving his seed in the dirt, and sneaked away from the apple tree.
***
Klea rolled off and lay on her back on the ground, panting. She could feel his jizz leaking out of her and onto the grass, so she didn't move for a moment, hoping it would all trickle out there and not onto her saddle as she rose back.
There was a long moment when neither spoke. Klea looked over at the bush the king had been hiding behind, suddenly remembering his presence, but he was gone.
He was really there, right?
She thought.
I didn't just make that up, did I?
"All right, lass," said Atlas, interrupting her train of thought. "You want those apples?"
"Yes," she said, still lying on the ground.
Klea watched as Atlas stood, reached one arm up, plucked three apples from the tree, and tossed them to her. They were heavy, a beautiful golden color.
"Thanks," she said.
"Don't mention it," Atlas said, and sat back in his rocking chair beneath the apple tree. She put them in her saddlebag and set off for Rhodes again.
When she arrived, the king was already there, holding court, tedious as always. As Klea retreated to her rooms, another messenger caught up with her.
"The king wishes to see you first thing in the morning," he panted. Then he ran away without waiting for a response.
All right,
Klea thought.
I guess we'll have it out then.
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