Thought You'd Already Taken Him? - 3
At last.
Maria swallowed hard, her throat dry, and carefully lowered Albert, who floated in midair. She laid him down in the center of the enormous bed, where there was more than enough room for everyone to crowd in.
I'm going insane.
Wilhelmina and Kristia were every bit as tense. With the moment they had long yearned for finally right in front of them, their hands were trembling.
“Shall we get up?”
Maria was the first to slip off her shoes and climb slowly onto the bed. The other two followed, settling in close to Albert where he lay in the middle. Beatrix, who had fallen asleep with him, had already been moved to a small bed prepared in the corner.
Maria took her place between his legs. Wilhelmina and Kristia took his left and right sides. There had been no end of argument over who would claim the prime real estate between his thighs, but after fierce wagers the order had been settled.
“Then… I’ll undress him.”
Maria reached for the waistband of Albert’s trousers, nerves stretched to the breaking point. Slowly, slowly. The further the pants slid down, the more obvious her tension became. At last she stripped them past his knees.
“Oh my goodness… oh heavens…”
All three of them gasped in open admiration, eyes sparkling. The thick shaft was clearly outlined beneath the thin fabric of his boxer briefs; there was simply no looking away. Seeing it up close was nothing like seeing it at a distance. Even though they had already seen it near, the difference was overwhelming.
Sniff, sniff.
Wilhelmina stealthily brought her nose to the fabric of his underwear and inhaled. He must have just bathed; only a clean, pleasant scent reached her.
“They said it was overpowering… but there’s no smell yet?”
“How would there be any smell when he hasn’t even leaked precum? You have to stimulate him first.”
Kristia, who had likewise pressed her nose to Albert’s underwear, scolded her in a low voice.
“I’m taking the underwear off now as well.”
Maria carefully—yet boldly—removed the last scrap of cloth that hid his cock. If he had been wildly aroused, the fabric would have been stretched taut around it. Right now it came off with ease. The limp shaft simply rested gently against his thigh.
Someone swallowed hard and reached for it. Just looking was already intoxicating, but the urge to touch it, to feel it for themselves, was overwhelming.
“Let’s milk him once first, then wake him.”
Maria’s fingers carefully stroked his heavy balls, more delicate than if she had been handling the most fragile work of art or precious gem. Wilhelmina and Kristia nodded silently and began to caress the thick pillar of his cock with equal care.
“It isn’t even hard yet… and it’s already this thick.”
“I’d heard that men with large cocks appear from time to time… but they all said those lost firmness. This one… is nothing of the sort.”
Even soft it was thick and full of strength. And once fully erect it would become hard as a red-hot iron rod—hot, rigid, unyielding. Kristia had seen that for herself, yet she was still astonished. The vivid sensation of actually touching it was simply that superior.
Then, as soft female fingers gently fondled the shaft—
“Oh my?!”
The cock twitched and began to rise, standing proudly upright. Blood rushed to it under the stimulation; both girth and length swelled further. Thick veins stood out in sharp relief along its surface, pulsing with undeniable presence. The three women’s eyes grew hazy as they stared at the erect cock.
Mmm… so big… so happy…!
All three of them recalled Beatrix’s expression and voice as she had moaned like a beast. Their own bodies heated in response, heat blooming into open heat.
Just how good does it taste…?
The same cock and balls that had left even Beatrix mindless, busy tasting them like a bitch in heat. Maria wanted to know that taste for herself. She lay on her belly before his cock and stuck out her tongue—exactly as Beatrix had done that night.
Lick.
The tip of her tongue traced the wrinkled skin of his balls, and a sharp jolt of sensation shot straight to her womb.
“Hnn…!”
Maria let out a moan before she could stop herself. A few drops of love juices welled up and began to dampen her underwear. She had only licked a single fold of skin. The taste and scent transmitted through the tip of her tongue were utterly extraordinary. He smelled freshly washed, yes—but that clean scent was completely overpowered by a thick, masculine musk.
“If she’s like that after just a little licking… how good can it possibly taste?”
Wilhelmina watched the rapturous Maria, then fixed greedy eyes on the cock itself. The only thought left in her head was that she had to taste it before it was too late. She extended her own tongue and slowly licked up the pillar of Albert’s shaft. When she pressed her tongue especially to the throbbing veins, a cry of wonder escaped her.
“Haa…”
A salty male flavor she had never experienced before—and strength as well. For the first time she understood that a man who was supposed to be protected by women could also be this powerful.
Maria had already buried her face in his balls, eyes half-rolled back. Wilhelmina licked the shaft like a puppy, lost in bliss. Kristia watched the two of them growing more and more unhinged, then brought her own face to the tastiest part of all—the glans from which thick, pungent semen would eventually erupt in floods, and from which, as a prelude, precum was already beginning to ooze.
Poke, poke.
Kristia stuck out her tongue and, half-kneeling, gently prodded the tip of the glans—carefully, the way one might soothe a child.
Should I try it too…?
The other two had already offered their first kiss not to Albert’s lips but to his cock. Even with him forcibly put to sleep they could have kissed his mouth if they wanted. But they were so enchanted by his cock that the thought of a first kiss never even crossed their minds. Kristia still had a little more composure left—
“Mmn…”
Smack. She planted a deep, affectionate kiss right on the tip of the glans, on the urethral opening itself, coquettishly. Without realizing it she began to sway her hips as she explored the head with her lips. Since her mouth was already there, she found the courage to take just a little more inside.
Smack, slurp.
Kristia took the large glans into her mouth and worked her lips around it. Soft lips teased the somewhat sharp ridge of the corona; the soft tip of her tongue played with the rest of the head and the slit. Infected by her example, Maria and Wilhelmina began raining deep kisses of their own. It was a display of affection, of course—but it also let them taste him far more intensely than mere licking.
Delicious. Delicious. Delicious…
All three women shared the same thought as they gently tormented and encouraged the cock. Albert’s shaft was so large that even with three heads pressed close they never bumped into one another.
“Ugh…!”
In the middle of it, Kristia, who had been savoring the glans, suddenly went wide-eyed and shuddered from head to toe. Transparent, sticky precum had begun to leak from the tip and coat her tongue. It was far thinner than semen, yet still far richer than most men’s semen. Tasting precum like this for the first time in her life, it was only natural that she went into heat as a female.
Is a male’s precum… always this rich?
Kristia carefully, persistently savored the precum. Just as someone else had experienced before her, her lower belly clenched tight, and the underwear covering her crotch became soaked through. Love juices spilling from her slit ran down her thighs and stained her pants; the fabric that had been absorbing them had finally reached its limit.
No. It’s this man who’s special. Because it’s this man, because of this strong, huge cock…
She had occasionally seen men with strong wills. She had even seen men who trained their bodies until they were stronger than most women. Yet never once had she met a male strong enough, on an instinctive level, to crush a woman beneath him. That sort of man only appeared in the novels Maria sometimes lent her; she had concluded he did not exist in reality. Perhaps if one were raised artificially, with great care… but today Kristia realized with crushing clarity how wrong she had been. There was a male who could drive her this mad with nothing more than a little precum—who could force her to her knees with it.
“Nngh…!”
When she swallowed the mouthful of precum she had gathered, Kristia’s waist and legs quivered violently, like a newborn foal struggling to stand. The thick male scent filled her nose completely; that fierce vitality invaded her throat.
“Huh…? What’s wrong?”
Wilhelmina, who had been lying half-prostrate on the bed licking the shaft, lifted her head and tilted it at the sight of the red-haired queen suddenly trembling as if she had been electrocuted. The surprise was so great that she actually pulled her tongue away from the cock she had been so absorbed in. Kristia remained silent for a moment in the aftershocks of climax, then slowly withdrew her lips from the glans.
“Haa… haa…”
Only after panting hard for a while did she meet Wilhelmina’s eyes.
“There… do you see it? That which is flowing from the tip.”
Kristia’s gaze flicked to the glans. She had sucked so greedily that it glistened with saliva—but saliva was not the only reason. His own precum was smeared evenly across every surface. Transparent fluid leaked from the tip and ran down the shaft. Wilhelmina took in the precum that Kristia wanted her to see.
“Yeah… I see it.”
“Taste it once. It was richer than any delicacy in the world. A flavor that turns a woman into a beast.”
A flavor that turns a woman into a female. Wilhelmina stared blankly at the precum dripping down the pillar, then slowly pushed herself upright.
Sniff, sniff.
“Ngh…!”
Impossible. She had only smelled it. Wilhelmina’s eyes flew wide as she faced it head-on. The mere scent of the precum was denser than most men’s semen. Could the husband she had installed as a figurehead ever produce anything like this? The absurd question flashed through her mind.
No. Absolutely impossible.
If she had performed some kind of ritual there might have been a sliver of a chance, but Wilhelmina dismissed the idea at once and carefully brought her mouth to the glans. The sight of precum welling and spilling in thick pulses was truly spectacular. Fear and anticipation—contradictory emotions—clashed inside her, heightening the tension as she parted her lips. The moment she carefully took the glans into her mouth—
“Hnn… nngh!”
She understood at once why Kristia had praised it so highly. Beneath underwear that had already been growing damp, fluid overflowed, darkening her black dress even further. Naturally her thighs were soaked as well. The piss-like trickle of juices wetting her from the thighs upward made it inevitable.
Useless cunt girls.
If Albert had woken and seen this sight, he might well have thought exactly that.
“Just… a little precum…”
A little? Nonsense. Wilhelmina realized she had misspoken and hastily shut her mouth. Albert’s precum was not something to be dismissed as “just.” It was the very essence of what might be the strongest male in the world—something the strongest females on the continent, the monarchs themselves, ought to worship.
Like Kristia before her, Wilhelmina pulled her mouth free of the glans and slowly savored the precum pooled on her tongue. It was liquid that would have gone down easily if she simply swallowed, yet she chewed it carefully, thoroughly, savoring both scent and texture. Strangely, the liquid precum seemed almost to cling stickily to her teeth.
Maria, who had been rolling his balls around inside her mouth, seized the opening and pressed her own lips to the glans. She did not climax as messily as the other two, but she obtained pleasure and happiness nearly equal to theirs. She also gained the certainty that using force to create this opportunity had been the right choice. If they had merely fretted and wrung their hands, they would never have tasted this.
“Haa, haa…”
Maria panted hard, staring fixedly at the cock. She wanted to thrust her fingers into her own cunt right this instant. She wanted to masturbate like a mindless beast while tasting his cock with her mouth. How happy would that be? The other two women were thinking almost the same thing. Yet they endured, because there was something they wanted even more desperately: the dream of taking that magnificent cock deep into their bellies while they were already so wildly aroused.
“Wilhelmina… hurry… put it in already. Make him cum quick!”
Maria cried out in a desperate voice. In the established order, Wilhelmina had won the right to taste his cock with her cunt first. If only it hadn’t been decided by dice rolls. While Maria and Kristia fretted and regretted with burning impatience, Wilhelmina spoke. She was every bit as impatient herself.
“Right… I’m putting it in. Hurt or not… I’m shoving it straight in.”
She roughly hiked the skirt of her dress up behind her hips. She tore the crotch of her bothersome stockings without ceremony and simply pushed her sodden underwear to the side. With her hips held high she walked across the bed and stood over the upright cock. Making wet, squelching sounds she rubbed her slit against it, aligning the position.
Smack!
At last her entrance and the glans fitted together perfectly, kissing.
Thrust!
Wilhelmina swung her hips with all her strength and swallowed the cock deep into her belly. There was a sharp tearing sensation, and then a bright red streak of blood ran down the pillar of the shaft. Painful, yet thrilling. It was the happiest loss of virginity in the world.