The Return of Lady Honoria Read Free

baggage,” he said, pinching Honoria’s
nipples out as far as they would go.
    Honoria bit back a cry, thighs clenching down
as he rode her up and down, legs flapping and bouncing. Her toes
touched the ground and lifted off again.
    “You enjoy her pain,” he whispered, licking
at the taut curve of her throat.
    “Yes.” The look on Clarissa’s face was more
intoxicating than wine. She wanted to be the one making
Clarissa squirm.
    “It’s too much,” Clarissa cried. Both of the
men slid forward at the same time and her eyes rolled up, mouth
hanging open as she panted furiously. “It’s too much!”
    Distracted by her cries, Honoria was caught
off guard when the man wedged in Clarissa’s obscenely stretched
rectum let out a hoarse cry and clenched his fingers in the soft
flesh of her hips. His mouth hung open as he grunted and thrust,
rubbing not just his cock, but his balls and thighs into her. He
pulled out slowly leaving her cum-smeared hole hanging open like a
well-used sock.
    The other man pumped and groaned, but nothing
seemed to work. “She’s too loose!” he cried.
    The first man reached up and grabbed a candle
from the ledge. Wax spattered on Clarissa and made her jump, legs
kicking.
    “Do it again! Her cunny tightened up.”
    The first man pushed the taper into Clarissa,
working it in and out hard enough to make her squeal. The thick,
wet slurp made Honoria lean in closer. A candle! Who would have
thought to use one, and down there of all places? She wondered how
it felt to have an inanimate object ravish her, and wished she
could ask Clarissa; although how one would frame the question she
didn’t know.
    Clarissa made strangled grunts, the rapid
kick of her legs slowing until she was undulating in mindless
pleasure.
    Honoria drove herself down on Michel’s cock,
licking her suddenly dry lips. Clarissa cried out. The first man
had bundled his cock with the heavy wax taper and was using it to
increase his already considerable girth. He’d thrown one of
Clarissa’s legs back for easy access and had managed to get the
head of his cock into her, but the candle was giving her
difficulty. As Honoria watched, she pulled her buttocks wide, using
her thumbs to ease the candle inside her.
    “Demn, she's tight.”
    “I can feel you,” the other man said thickly,
“rubbing against me.”
    There was wax on everything, but no one
seemed to notice. The two men kissed over Clarissa’s head as she
shook and mewled, breasts drawn up small and tight.
    They came at the same time, tongues working
as they ignored the woman between them. The first man pulled out
and stood, lowering a hand to his partner. Within seconds, they
were gone leaving Clarissa huddled on the floor of the grotto,
moaning.
    Honoria tried to focus on something other
than Michel’s cock. Despite her excitement, it was getting harder
to separate pleasure from the pain. “Does she require
assistance?”
    Michel's lips brushed the hair over her ear.
“She liked it, mon petit ange. And she is known to like it.
Watch—”
    As if by Michel's magical ordering, a woman
walked from the edge of the grotto into the now poorly-lit room and
pulled Clarissa to her knees. A man came up behind Clarissa, kicked
her knees apart and shoved his cock in her without pausing to
inquire as to her willingness and within minutes they were all
writhing on the ground, limbs and mouths tangled until Honoria
couldn’t tell who was doing what to whom.
    “If you went up to her now,” continued
Michel, “you could have her anyway you wanted, so could every man
in that ballroom.”
    Honoria squirmed. Michel’s cock felt like a
club inside her, battering at her sensitive flesh. One hand clamped
over her still swollen mound and held her in place while his
fingers jabbed at her clit.
    “Oh!” she cried. “Oh! Please, Michel—”
    Michel kissed the nape of her neck. “It
hurts, yes?”
    “Yes!” she moaned, only able to sort pain
from the incredible wash of sensations