Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I’m just about to ask but Drake’s steps speed up then. We’ve come upon a grassy knoll surrounded by trees and my heart beats when I see that there’s a collection of a two dozen men or so waiting. Sure enough, there’s a white marble altar at the center, complete with chains at all four corners. But that’s not what gets my heart racing. Instead, my pulse is pounding because once again, the men are huge, heavy, handsome, and best of all, heavily endowed. Each man’s two shafts are standing at the ready, and all I can think is … is that for me?
CHAPTER 9
Drake
Strawberry, I mean Amy, is a sassy one. The redhead’s standing stock still on the edge of the clearing, staring at my brothers. I acknowledge that my friends are a magnificent sight to behold because they’ve dispensed with their loincloths and stand naked, magnificent, and gleaming in the low light of the sun. Their double cocks are in various states of arousal, from totally flaccid to rock-hard and dripping. Nonetheless, they turn to look at us when we arrive, and quite a few cocks twitch upon seeing Strawberry’s luscious figure.
“What?” she gasps, her eyes round. “Why aren’t your friends wearing their loincloths? What’s the meaning of this?”
I shrug before ripping my loincloth away and tossing it to the ground. Strawberry audibly gasps, staring at my massive shafts. They twitch under her gaze, as if saying hello.
“We don’t wear loincloths all the time,” I explain in an off-hand tone. “Like now. We’re among friends, right?”
She sputters.
“Are you guys a nudist colony?”
Her question makes me chuckle despite myself. The little filly has an amusing sense of humor, and I’m always surprised at what she pulls out of the hat.
“No,” I reply. “Come on, Stone’s waiting. Let’s go.”
Then, without waiting, I stride forwards to the marble altar. The leader of our community, Stone, stands there, massive and imposing. Stone’s a good-looking motherfucker with dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a physique that a bodybuilder would kill for. His biceps bulge as his frown deepens, and then Amy gasps. I know what she’s seeing. We’ve now come close enough to Stone to see that his equipment is a little different from the rest of ours because this asshole doesn’t have two cocks – he has three.
After all, genetic mutations run rampant among our population. We have no idea why, but there are a couple guys out there with forked tongues, multiple balls, feelers, and even one dude who has a cock growing out of his butt. That’s how I describe it, at least. He says that the ladies love it because they can ride him cowgirl while he’s lying face down, but I think he looks more like a packhorse at work, than a dude providing the ultimate pleasure.
Nonetheless, now that Strawberry’s here, we’re ready to get started.
“Welcome,” Stone drawls, his blue eyes crawling over Strawberry’s figure before lingering appreciatively on her big breasts. To my surprise, a wave of possession rises in my chest and I let out growl. Stone turns surprised eyes my way, but then ignores my reaction.
“Your name is?” he asks Strawberry.
“Amy,” she says in a sullen tone. “Why, what’s it to you?”
Stone’s eyes flicker my way.
“A sassy one, hm?”
I shake my head.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
Stone merely shrugs.
“It doesn’t matter for the purposes of the sacrifice,” he says. Then he pierces Strawberry with those blue eyes. “Take off your clothes.”
She crosses her arms over her big bust.
“Is that really necessary?” she jaws. “Seriously. You’re going to tie me to the altar and bleed me dry, right? So why do my clothes need to come off? You can slice my wrists plenty well with my shirt still on.”
Stone turns to stare at me as if saying, Can you believe this? But I just shrug.
“Get naked,” I command in a curt voice. “Now. Don’t make the chief ask twice.”
Strawberry’s cheeks flush and I can tell she’s about to sass back again, but then thinks better of it. With slow hands, she unbuttons her shirt before tossing it to the ground. Around us, a gasp of appreciation rises from the circle of men because Strawberry’s got a beautiful body. Her big breasts gleam in the sun, the pink tips rosy and begging to be sucked.
Then, she undoes her shorts and slips them down her thighs before tugging for a moment at the waistband of her pink panties.
“Those too,” Stone says, his blue eyes fixed to the patch between her legs. To my satisfaction, she’s slightly aroused because the gusset’s growing damp and sticky. Even though Strawberry’s heading to her death, somehow, her body’s giving a different signal.
Slowly, Strawberry pulls the pink panties down her legs, and the men around us let out a hum of appreciation because sure enough, there’s a gossamer string of female nectar connecting her swollen pussy to the fabric of her lingerie. It stretches, thin and shiny, until breaking suddenly in the air.