Free Crimson and Steel by Ric Bern

laughed with surprise and bounced, so easily manhandled by her new master. Marcus crawled after her, his shoulder muscles straining and defined in the nacreous half-light. He smoothed his hard hands down her thighs, spreading them wide. Her inner lips parted as she moved, leaking nectar. Nostrils flaring in anticipation, he snuggled his nose lightly against her clit and inhaled her scent. Kell gripped his hair in her talons and pawed at her breast, lost in sensation. Sizzling heat emanated from her molten core.
    Marcus extended his tongue and lapped at her pussy, licking into her furrow, parting her petals. He dug his deep into her sheath and closed his mouth on her sex. His chin pressed firmly into her soft rear as he angled his lips over her sex, sucking her pussy into his mouth and running his tongue over the tender folds. Honey gushed from her core as she writhed against him. Jaw glistening, he leaned back a few inches and placed three thick fingers on her sex. He rubbed her cunt in slow circles, smearing her juices over her inflamed petals. Marcus teased and taunted her clit, only caressing it now and again as his digits made their circuit.
    She cooed and clenched at this attention and then cried out as he swatted her throbbing clit. Bucking in the sweet chaos of pleasure and pain, she balled her fists in the sheets. He struck her once more, and she lifted her hips from the bed. Her form half-twisted, she forced herself down, only to be struck before her ass rested on the bed. She flushed and her breath caught in her throat. Unable to control her body’s spasms, she quaked.
    Marcus pulled her legs over his shoulders even as she quivered. He sheathed his throbbing root into her gushing pussy while her orgasm still coursed through her. The general was merciless in his thrusting. He placed a hand on either side of his slave girl and widened his knees for balance. His seed sac slapped wetly against her ass as he pounded into her. Every bit of her cunt was stretched wide as he plumbed deeply. Kell struggled to catch her breath, pinned down as she was. The rocking motion of his thrusts caused her breasts to sway back and forth on her chest. Even the bed shuddered and lurched under his assault.
    The general paused in his attack and panted, perspiration glazing his flesh. He rolled to his back and pulled his woman with him, remaining sheathed as he moved. Marcus drew in a full breath and let his hands wander over her body, cupping her teardrop-shaped breasts and dragging his fingertips down her sides.
    Kell smiled at her master and circled her hips. She splayed her fingers on his chest and gyrated her hips, his cock embedded in her womb. Now and again she gave his prick a squeeze with her inner muscles, her sapphire gaze peering into his coal black one. She then began to rise and fall on his cock, lifting herself on her knees and languidly resheathing on his vein-covered root. As she humped him she never stilled in the orbital movement of her hips or the clenching of her pussy. When she had as much of his cock in her as she could take, she ground her mound against him and felt a delicious sensation in the back of her neck, a warm fondness coupled with physical lust. Up and down, back and forth she fucked him, squeezing and clenching, grinding down, her soft hands caressing his chest and belly.
    Marcus set his jaw and rose. He pulled his slave girl into his desired position quickly and with purpose. Kell looked up after being put into place and saw her reflection staring back at her. She was on her hands and knees. The candle that he had brought with him was still guttering and limning the room as it rested before the lion-crested mirror. Marcus knelt behind her and easily sheathed into her sopping pussy. She pressed back eagerly, laying her head to the side so she could watch as her master took her.
    The general gripped his woman by her waist and plunged his prick deep into her womb. He caressed her elegant back, fingers spread.