Free Princess by Aishling Morgan Page A

heads, but only to look at her with the same curiosity she had encountered since arriving in Staive Cintes.
    The piss house was at the rear of the building, a long, low room, open to the evening sky and divided by partition, neck high to Luides, but only reaching Iriel’s chest. At once grateful for the concealment and irritated that she would be unable to actually watch the combat, she nevertheless chose a cubicle and squatted down, as if to pee into the long trough beneath her.
    Her nose wrinkled at the scent of urine, sharp, yet also hormonal, then at that of Luides’ cock as he pushed the loose trousers he had changed into down to expose himself. She leant forward, to take him in her mouth, tasting cooking grease and spice as always. He sighed in pleasure, extending a hand to balance himself and twisting his other hand into Iriel’s hair to hold her firmly in place. She sucked harder at the sudden, mild pain of her hair being pulled, feeling him swell in her mouth and listening for sounds of the others.
    For a while there was nothing, and she contented herself with the feel of Luides slowly expanding penis, until her mouth of full of fat, solid cock and the urge to take it inside her tuppenny had grown too strong to resist. She came up, for one moment leaving a string of saliva connecting her lower lip with the bloated head of Luides’ erection. Even as the strand snapped she caught the first sounds from outside, Nuidan’s voice, then that of Bages, raised in mock anger. Another of the men laughed.
    Eager for fucking, Iriel rose and turned, flipping her dress up and splitting her drawers to show off her bare bottom. Luide’s took her by the hips as she squatted down, supporting herself with difficulty as he pushed her lower to let himself get his cock to her hole. The moment he succeeded he pushed, filling her tuppenny with a wet sound that was repeated as he began to fuck her.
    Iriel clung to her knees, struggling to keep her balance and still enjoy the feel of the cock inside her. Outside the four men were arguing, with laughter in their voices, a sound that delighted her for the sheer contempt it showed to the dangers of combat. Bracing her legs wide, she put her hands on the wall, her whole body now shaking to Luides’ firm, deep pushes.
    The urge to rub her tuppenny was strong, but she held back, determined to come with the sound of male anger, triumph and pain in her ears. Luides fucked faster, grunting as he pumped his cock into her hole, deeper, harder, his podgy gut slapping on her bare bottom until she too was grunting, her control slipping, her hand going back, only for him to gasp in ecstasy and fill her hole with jism.
    Slowly he withdrew. Iriel stayed down, panting softly, her bottom high and ready for entry, warm come running down her tuppenny, her muscles already twitching. Outside nothing had changed, shouts and laughter, no more. She shook her head in disappointment.
    â€˜Get… get a man for me,’ she puffed. ‘Tell him to be slow!’
    Luides answered with a grunt and left. Iriel waited, her head hung, dizzy with sex and beer, desperate for her tuppenny to be filled and not caring who filled it. Quickly she tugged open the laces of her bodice and adjusted her chemise, spilling her breasts out into her hands. As she began to fondle herself she heard steps, an oath, and looked round, to find a complete stranger behind her, a wizened old man, staring at her spread rear view in astonishment. She made to speak, only for Dound to appear, barge the old man aside and push up behind her, his trousers already down. Iriel sighed as his half-stiff cock pressed between her buttocks, and then he was rubbing himself in her crease and chortling in sheer joy.
    She stuck her bottom out, to feel the wrinkled flesh of his scrotum up against the lips of her tuppenny, her cheeks spreading to leave his shaft rubbing on her anus. He gave a pleased grunt, took his now hard cock and