Page 12 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

Slipping my cock free at last, it jumped into her small palm.

The dark red flesh was a sharp contrast against her soft tan.

Her hand was so small, it couldn’t wrap all the way around, but she certainly tried.

She pumped my shaft, first with one hand, then with both.

I groaned at the pleasure spiking through my bloodstream, arching my hips up into her hands—nearly unseating her.

She moved away, coming to rest on her knees between my legs.

I wanted to protest the loss of her soft weight on me.

She bent forward, curly black hair sliding down to shield her face before I could form a coherent sentence.

Then her lips suckled the tip of my cock and my hips bucked up, almost choking her.

A hoarse shout left my mouth. That sensation had shot through my body like wildfire.

I felt close to bursting already. “Easy there,” she murmured.

I feared my sudden move had discouraged her, but she shot me a pleased smile.

Then she sucked me down again, much deeper this time.

Biting my lip to muffle my moans of pleasure, I could only surrender to her ministrations, even though I badly wanted to be able to touch her back, to give her as much in return as she was giving me.

*

Jasmin

Yashan’s cock was like two stacked fists, thick and long, but not so long that he’d hurt me.

The head was sharply flared, and the tip softly ribbed.

Then there were the soft tendrils nestled at the top of his cock—a handful of them.

They were a little like pubes, but these were fleshy and seemed to gently move. I wondered what their purpose was.

I’d never gone down on a guy as big as him before; it was a bit of a strain on my jaw, but well worth it.

I didn’t think he’d had anyone do this for him in a long time—if ever—and his sounds of appreciation were wholehearted and sexy.

The way he gripped the chains shackling his wrists, holding on for dear life, while his sharp canines dug into his bottom lip to muffle his sounds, told me everything.

His fierce silver eyes were locked on me, as if burning this memory into his brain, unwilling to miss a single moment.

He tasted good, too, musky, salty, but with a hint of sweetness and none of the bitterness some human guys had.

When I pulled my lips off, I lapped at the textured tip and tongued the small slit at the top so I had every last drop.

His thighs were rock hard beneath my palms as I sat up and looked at him.

“Liked that?” I asked coyly, aware that he did.

He tilted his head to the side, cheeks still completely red, and grinned a devastating smirk at me.

He didn’t answer, but he pressed his legs closer, hugging me with them around my bare sides.

“Maybe you can drape one of your legs over my shoulder so I can return the favor,” he offered hopefully.

And I hadn’t even made him come yet, now here was a generous bed partner.

Standing upright, I evaluated his proposal, but it looked to me like he’d still be too tall to reach my core with his mouth.

Nor was there enough slack in the chains that held him to easily hook my leg over his upper shoulder.

Spreading my legs, I put one foot on each outside of his thighs, curling my hands into his short black hair.

“I think I’ve got a better idea, handsome,” I assured him.

His silvery eyes were huge when I lowered myself to my knees, lined him up with one hand, and carefully started working myself down onto his hard shaft.

The head was narrower than a human cock, so it went in easily, even though he had more texture.

Then I got a little stuck dealing with the rest of his girth.

At least I was definitely wet enough for him.

“Ah, Jasmin, beautiful female,” he cooed at me, “let me help you.” He shifted his hips up in a tiny little nudge, which sent sensations spiraling through my body.

I kept my eyes firmly planted on that point of penetration, avidly watching as he slid inside, a slow inch at a time.

That’s when those tendrils at the base of his cock jumped into play.

They unfurled like petals, about two inches long each, and flicked across the top of my slit.

When they brushed against my clit, I let out a shocked moan.

Wow! That was better than a finger. It was tingly in just the right way.

Eyes wide, I looked up at Yashan’s face. He’d leaned his head back against the wall and was staring down at our joining bodies with a heavy-lidded gaze, his attention fully on where our bodies were coming together.

With stimulation from those tendrils flicking against my clit, I was quickly climbing toward orgasm.

My body grew slicker, so I sank down more easily.

When he sank all the way inside and my pelvis pressed tightly against his, I’d never felt so full.

I rose on shaky legs a few inches and sank back down; my eyes rolled back into my head at the pleasure coursing through me.

The combination of those tendrils flicking against me, his thick, textured cock rubbing me just right…

I was spiraling into orgasm far faster than I expected.

And then he took over. He might be restrained, but he could still lift his hips, meeting me in hard, short thrusts.

His face was drawn in harsh lines as we raced to the finish line.

I went first, orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.

My thighs quivering from the intense sensations, I had to catch myself on his chest to keep from collapsing.

His chains rattled and clanked as he struggled against them, hips churning, drawing out my pleasure.

He came on a hoarse, muffled shout, his seed pumping into me in hard jets I could actually feel.

Those handy tendrils of his latched onto my clit with what almost felt like suction, and the combined feeling sent me into a second intense orgasm.

This time, I did collapse against his chest, panting heavily.

Yashan’s heart was pounding furiously beneath my ear.

I couldn’t dislodge him yet, not that I really wanted to.

His tendrils had locked us together, cupping me close and gently adhering.

Each time his cock twitched inside of me, I felt another burst of seed coat my inner walls, sending a bolt of pleasure through me.

Each time it happened, I heard his breathing stutter and watched as his facial dots shifted from dark pink to red, matching the flush of his skin for a second.