Free The Lotus Ascension by Adonis Devereux

only woman in
the world. But as soon as the woman lay panting in her own sweat, not able to
even speak, he would kiss her and whisper something in her ear. She would smile
weakly, and then he would move on. And that next woman became his whole world
for a short time.
    Konas at last understood Soren’s
reputation, and the dark Ausir’s lovemaking explained the nearly doubled
attendance. One noblewoman whom Konas knew only by face—he did not make
personal inquiries—squealed her delight when she found herself doubly
penetrated by Soren and a pleasure slave. She was riding the slave when Soren
just popped in behind and took her ass. Her husband watched from a sofa where a
slave girl sucked his cock with a cube of ice in her mouth. Orien, his massive
cock dangling like a horse’s, strode over to the woman and placed his penis in
her mouth. She hungrily sucked it, moaning down the shaft as Soren slammed into
her ass again and again. She collapsed in an orgasm that would not stop.
    “ My pussy,” she cried
out. “It won’t stop.”
    The pleasure slave beneath her
groaned and released inside her. Konas was shocked that the slave came. Most
slaves were skilled at remaining hard, but few ever came until the end of the
night when they were required to. To them, it was just a job, so to have one
lose control was rare—almost unheard of. Konas could only surmise that it was
Soren’s doing, his cock pounding next to the slave’s, coupled with the woman’s
deep orgasm.
    Konas snapped his fingers, and a
slave was at his elbow at once. “Bring the laxatives.” Women wanted Soren as
much in their asses as in their pussies, and what with the way the young sailor
fucked, the women would have need of some relief later in the night.
    Once Konas was convinced everyone
was properly high—some people were just writhing on each other, not even
fucking, because it just felt good to touch—he led a small group of them,
headed by Orien, to the pool. Soren, however, was prevented, because two women
took him to the peeping room. The pool sent the guests mad, and women began
pawing at Konas, trying to remove his tunic. He recognized these women, ones he
had fucked before—years before—and shown a good time. But he had no desire to
fuck them now. Not that he did not want to fuck. He
did. But there was only one woman he desired.
    Four years Konas had been trapped
in his love for Sillara. Four years since his last participation in an orgy.
And Konas did not fuck men, unlike the Sunjaa. His thoughts returned to Sillara
and about how he had been the one to tell her about sex. Nothing
in-depth, just the basics. Penis penetrates vagina, and it leads to
babies. How strange that he, the Ausir tutor, would be the one to tell her.
Kamen would not, and Konas knew how broken Ajalira still was about her early
days among the Lotuses, what she considered prostitution. Since no one else
would dare to presume to tell the Queen of the Ausir anything, it had fallen to
Konas.
    Konas was ripped from his reverie
by the redoubled efforts of the women to get his cock into them. There would be
no denying them without embarrassment, and he did not want any of his guests to
feel anything bad. He had to satisfy them somehow without betraying in his
heart his love for Sillara. He pulled from his pocket a small device of smooth
silver that resembled an egg.
    “ What’s that, you naughty
Ausir?” One woman humped his leg.
    “ Have you put your filthy
little Ausir mind to work again?” Another one licked his neck. The drugs were
definitely working.
    “ You’ve never felt
anything like this before,” Konas said. “Lie down and spread your legs.”
    With oohing and aahing and giggling
the women obeyed. Their cunts were wet as the sea, and they flexed their
buttocks in their unrestrained desire. Their pussies bounced up and down,
craving cock, craving touch. Konas produced a second egg and knelt before the
women. There was a line dividing the top and bottom