Escaping Emstallach (closed for KingCorto)

[Evayla]

Another moan escaped as Cleopatra set to work again. It was amazing what the woman managed. Caesar let go of her. Victoria felt a pang of regret. It felt good to have both sensitive nipples teased.

Yet there was a good reason for it: the man moved her into a different position. Afraid she was going to fall the princess grabbed a hold of Alex right before the Caesar entered her from behind. His pace was slow, letting her get accustomed to his size. "Oh god..." She bit her lip again, closing her eyes. This was it. Now it was happening. No turning back on her defiant plans to choose herself instead of the kingdom.

She could feel him throb inside her. It made for an exquisite addition to the well timed touches of the Egyptian. How on earth did that woman manage to stop each time Vicki thought she was coming close enough to that edge? It was as frustrating as it was exhilarating. No, this angel was not going to beg. Princesses did not beg!

Yet again the woman stopped! Now a little frustrated sound came out of her mouth. Take his time? Why did she tell the man to take his time! She wanted to come already! Did Cleopatra realize she was this pent up? Or was this a subtle kind of play on her removing that damn collar?

Yes, she had been waiting long! Why should she wait any longer? Victoria felt herself stretched on the Caesar's rod. Would he even fit? Maybe she should be grateful he was taking his time! Her hands were holding on firmly to her bodyguard. She did not care anymore what he thought of her. Her mind really just wanted one thing right now. "How I will be leaving? That is for later." She panted heavily. "Just...I need to....don't stop. Move on." Almost an order. Definitely not begging, right?

In an impulse she sought out Alex' lips. If she was holding onto him for dear life, she might just as well enjoy his beautiful lips. Who knew when she would get the chance again?

 

[KingCorto]

If there was still anything royal left in Victoria at this point, it was her impatience. Bending forward and lifting her hips, her legs parted while she reached forward to steady herself with firm grips on top of Alex’s thighs. The demon bodyguard accommodated by shifting his weight over, taking a step and a stance behind Cleopatra’s head, so that Vicky could hold herself up and focus and all the was going on around her.

His big erection bobbed into Cleopatra’s hair, so close was he to her, and the woman’s head was now firmly pressed in between his princess and himself, Cleopatra moaned and continued to lap hard onto Vicki’s slit, her tongue going deeper, caressing Cesar’s cock at the point where it sank ever deeper into the warm softness of the angel.

Alex looked down at Vicki below him, a twitch and a frown of pleasure as Cesar entered her, pressed and wiggled himself inside, and then she looked up at him and lifted her head against him. Before he knew it, his mouth opened to Vicki’s, and they locked in a kiss, a kiss that deepened, their tongues twirling around each other in their mouths. Instinctively, his strong hands found both her tits, and he rubbed them hard together, pinching both her nipples.

With one long push forward, Cesar finally went deep into Vicki, Cleopatra’s fingers barely holding on around his shaft as it sank to the root. Then, as he started to pump back and forth in and out of her, Cleopatra’s free hand rose behind her, grabbed hard around Alex’s cock, and started to stroke back and forth on it. If I come now, Alex though, I’ll be spraying both women with my warm sperm. And the thought did not make it any easier to hold back.

 

[Evayla]

Alex was so wonderfully accommodating! Victoria promised herself she would pay more attention to the people around her from now on. Yet any other coherent thought disappeared from her mind when his warm lips not only locked with hers, but his hands found her begging nipples.

She all but squealed into the onslaught of feelings, her body being stimulated on all sides. It was hard, really hard to remain standing. A good thing her bodyguard was rock solid.
Literally and figuratively.

Cleopatra pushed the surprised princess further and just like that the Caesar suddenly buried himself inside of her. Her lips lost connection with Alex as she gasped at the sudden stretching. There was a short moment of pain, readable in her eyes. Soon her eyes closed again, though, as she felt the friction inside of her. Pain soon forgotten the intense attention she got on all sides moved her to the very heaven she pretended to come from.

Every push inside touched something, like a magic button. Between the Egyptian princess and her consort Victoria did not stand a chance. Alex' sure hands handling her yearning nipples added the last straw.

"Oh help..." She mumbled, shocked at the fact that she was going to climax right here, right now instead of safe in the solitude of her bedroom! She could feel that typical tingle, that very moment of no return. "Oh god...help..." Vicki groaned, mouth open in a gasp as if she did not dare breathe on for fear of loosing out on her release. Her fingers dug into Alex' flesh, her mouth seeking his out again. Just as their lips touched, she climaxed.
Heavily.
A muffled scream ended up in Alex' mouth as her body convulsed under the persistent stimulation.

 

[KingCorto]

Vicki’s lips had left Alex’s when the Cesar pushed into her, he could feel them, still, as she started to bob back and forth onto him, as the Cesar started to take her, in deep, long thrusts. Her eyes had surprised at first, flickered in fiery pain, but then the lids slid down, over her dark, horny gaze, focused on nothing at all. She was panting deep and whimpering, steadfast, each time the Cesar slammed in, lower, more gasping as he pulled back out, making ready for a new dunk.

They kissed again, deeply, and he felt her breath inside him, her small, sore moans, accompanied by his own, as Cleopatra kept the rhythm below and between them, faithfully lapping on Vicki’s clit while pumping the two men, the Cesar, only by the grasp of two fingers, Alex, in a tight grab. Then Vicki started to shiver uncontrollably, her fingernails digging into Alex’s strong hip. He leant towards her, made himself available as a solid rock on which to hold on and not fall over, and his fingers tightened around her nipples, rolled them firmly, like large pebbles now, he squeezed as much as he dared, not wanting to hurt her royal highness, but certainly wanting her to feel it well.

Then she spoke, or panted, words, “Oh help… Oh god… Help…”, groaned, came back to his lips and they kissed, and she screamed into him as she climaxed uncontrollably.

Behind her, certainly feeling her fine-tuned muscles convulse around his manhood, the Cesar’s moans turned into a snarling roar, like an animal, a lion from Circus Maximus, perhaps, and as she tightened around him in orgasm, he pushed into her one last hard time, held her firmly, rolled his hips to release her last shiver, then pulled out fast, panting hard. As Vicki’s heaving frame fell onto Alex, he looked down, Cleopatra taking a firm grip around the Cesar’s cock and pulling back on it just as he exploded. Big, sticky loads of cum sprayed onto her, her face, her neck, and her golden Egyptian tunica, running in streams down her cleavage and dripping in her lap.

Cleopatra let go of the Cesar, and looked up at them, “Oh my, oh my!” She giggled, “The Angel of the Divine conquered by the Cesar, but now I’ve conquered him back!”. The Cesar staggered backward, sat on a big pillow, leaning back, chest heaving, panting for air, with a big smile on her face. Feeling Vicki’s body tremble, Alex helped her down on a low futon bed, it was safest like that, then he turned to Cleopatra.

She stood smiling at him, head angled on her shoulder, hands on her hips. Then she loosened the knot over her shoulder, and the tunica fell, revealing the naked woman underneath. She swayed her hips at him. “So, you and me, demon.” She started, “Maybe we could find something to do while our friends here are ready to re-join?”. Alex looked her over from top to toe. A fine lady, slim, but curvy, round tits of a good size, just a tad smaller than Vicki’s, he thought. Then he looked at Vicki on the futon by his side. “You mind if I…?” he trailed, eyes in hers.

 

[Evayla]

Vicki had no witty comeback.
In fact, she had no comeback at all.
Right now she felt completely spent, trembling all over from the unexpected exertion. She was still breathing hard when the Caesar chose to cover Cleopatra. The young woman took Alex' hand in gratitude and all but collapsed on the bed, pulling the blanket over her.

Funny how cold she suddenly felt, even if she was still sweating.
A sudden surprise: her bodyguard asked her for permission?
After he'd just gone ahead in the clothing room?

Now that was interesting.
What had changed?

Victoria could not help but giggle. The whole situation was utterly surreal. A magnanimous wave of her hand removed all mental barriers. "You go right ahead." She was not able to move right now anyway. The ramifications and intense afterglow of what she had just experienced were slowly demanding her attention.

Still her eyes moved over the sticky Egyptian.
And over her demon.
Hers, yes. He was her bodyguard. He was hers by right.
Simple as that.

Vicki knew perfectly well they were not done yet. Did she mind? Not really. It had been oddly exciting to see Alex with that other girl and she'd not even *liked* that one. This Cleopatra was much more...real, somehow, even if this was all a big game. This was a woman who had stepped into a role, into a game and played it to the fullest. The princess could respect that.
She could not respect anyone who just gave themselves to any visitor coming down to the clothes racks.

She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and curled up, a ridiculously big smile still on her lips.

 

[KingCorto]

Why had he asked, really? Alex surprised himself. It had just been, what? Less than an hour ago? And then he’d been thinking this was his for the taking, non-compromising, an evening he didn’t wanna miss out on. But now? Vicki had proven her commitment. That was for sure. They were two now, taking this by the horns, and that did change things. It wasn’t so much about keeping her close to not get in trouble anymore. They were a team, and Alex was hoping they would stay one, that it could happen again, maybe?

In any event, he’d gotten his approval, and now, drawing his affectionate eyes back from Vicky, who looked very, very, very content, and over to Cleopatra. He started moving towards her, and he saw how she shivered in delight, as he was used to, in the rare instances when he got the girl. It was very apparent to Alex that they liked his frame, his muscles, his girth.

The woman lay down on her back for him, spreading her legs. Alex held around his shaft, inspected her, pussy bald and open, juices running down her inner thighs. She was more than ready. And he knelt between her thighs, her knees lifted “Fuck me, demon.” She whispered in a hoarse voice, “Fuck me like this is the last day of hell!”

And he did, or at least, he started to, one hand on her tit, the other around his erection, he bent it down and stuck it into her, and it sank to the bottom at the first thrust. My god, he thought, Cleopatra was so ready. That was confirmed just seconds later, as he held firmly inside her, and she came, just like that, right away, her warm pussy folding around him, pressing and convulsing hard as the woman screamed in horny desire.

Alex was just about to start to pound into her, find his own release, as the door the room sprang open, breaking the spell. In the door stood the bouncer from before, the one they’d met at the front entrance, that had checked Vicki’s credentials.
The bouncer scanned the room, and grinned, looking from Vicki to the Cesar, to the two on the carpets. Then his eyes met Alex’s. “Colleague,” he started, “I see your busy, but duty calls!” He looked around the room again, the carried on “Paparazzi,” he said, drew a breath, the carried one, “They got in, with cameras, we’re looking for them, but don’t know who it is.” He paused, looked at Vicki again, raising an eyebrow, then he continued, “They’re looking for….” Trailing, then spotting the gold collar on the floor, pointing to it, “They’re looking for that, and whoever wore it!”

Alex was paralyzed for a second, deep inside Cleopatra. Paparazzi? He thought. Here? My god, a picture of this on social media, and they were fucked, both Vicki and he! This situation was highly volatile!

 

[Evayla]

Would you look at that?
Still in a haze the princess enjoyed the aftermath. Alex had been so patient, so utterly considerate of her first time and now he finally got his chance to go all out...

When the door broke open.

Victoria gasped and sat up straight! Paparazzi? Oh, but that was bad...that was really, really bad! This did not just mean her father would know, it also meant Alex would get sacked if not worse!

No, no, she could not have this happen. Gone was the pleasant glow from being utterly ravished. Back was the practical mind of a princess trained in the intricacies of public life. She'd dealt with this before, only it had been her sister back then, not her. Her heart was beating as if it wished to escape her chest!

Her eyes moved back to Alex. She felt for the man. No time for pity, though.

"Cleopatra...you strike me as one who loves the spotlights. I suggest you take the collar." Neck stretched, voice commanding, despite her choice of words. "Enjoy making an utter fool of those who would see those brought down who merely wished to escape into a dream. Give me yours." The princess stretched out a hand. "Alexei, change collars with the Caesar. I am certain they will both enjoy the upgrade."

Brown eyes moved over the little gathering. She was hardly able to twist anyone's arm. The woman would have to rely on her skills here.

 

[KingCorto]

Alex stood up with a grumble, and after him followed Cleopatra, interrupted but intrigued. She looked, nodded at Vicki speaking. Then, slowly, she moved over to the gold collar and picked it up, turned in her hand, looked at it from all angles, then nodded again, “You’re right, angel, this will suit me, and me, for one, don’t care to much about the paparazzi, come what may.”

Obediently, Alex took his collar off, stretched out his arm to give it to Cesar, but at that moment Cleopatra intervened. “Wait,” she said, “this is no fun, is it?” She looked at Vicki with a crocked smile. “There will be a trade, but not quite on those terms,” the mock-Egyptian royal said, “I’ll take the gold one for sure, but the trade is for Cesar’s, angel.” She took Cesar’s slave collar from him and handed it to Vicki. “Deal, or no deal?”

 

[Evayla]

Good. Cleopatra agreed. The princess had not thought otherwise. She seemed like the kind of woman who did best under a lot of public attention. Vicki on the other hand, was grateful to be rid of that burden for now!

Alex seemed in agreement too, taking off his collar. Honestly, that man deserved a raise. Talking about going above and beyond the call of duty!

Just when Victoria thought everything was settled, the Egyptian turned the tables on her. Incredulously the princess turned to face the other woman. Had she just heard that right?

"Excuse me?" She was supposed to wear that slave's collar? She looked at Cleopatra. The woman was actually serious! Deal or no deal?

Vicki looked back at the intruder. He looked serious enough. It was urgent enough to disturb them in a very, very private situation.
Deal or no deal?

If she could just get out of this party with Alex in time before anyone noticed the collar, it would not be such a bad thing, right? Also, who'd want a fallen angel just after she had been sated? Yeah, it had to be alright. It had to be. She had to get out of here fast!

It still felt...off...

"Alright, deal." The princess mumbled, grabbing the offered collar. It would be the perfect camouflage. No one would believe she would wear that thing out of her own free will!

A quick gesture later and the collar was around her neck. It felt very different from the gold one.
Or was that just in her mind?

"Lead us out of here." She ordered, immediately forgetting the implications of the wooden ornament.

 

[KingCorto]

“I guess we’re now better informed about who we are when we come, and who we are when we leave,” Cleopatra smiled at Vicki, handing her own collar to Cesar, donning the gold one herself, “or was that the other way around?”

She was a hard woman to get wise about, that Cleopatra, Alex thought, he wasn’t sure if she was mocking his princess, or if she was genuinely happy to help with a snappy comment. Afterall, she would be in the limelight now, and while it didn’t seem to bother her, she was probably not royal nor famous, but still. Victoria would be safe now, from real harm, he thought, and his princess was still his princess regardless of collars. With him here, she was safe, and without the collar, she wouldn’t be in the slandered news either, which was the one thing Alex couldn’t protect her from here.

The bouncer was long gone. The Cesar was stumbling to his feet, looking pleased at his new exalted collar. Cleopatra was back in her tunica. Alex scanned the room, the door still open, it was time to go. Then, catching Cleopatra’s eyes on him, or, rather, his crotch, he realised he was standing there with his hard cock throbbing out. A bit much, he thought, and scrambled to cover it in his pants. It was easier thought than done. He was so incredibly hard and sensitive, and his leather suit was so damn tight! He groaned as he forced it in, forming a huge lump on his otherwise stiff and unformable attire. Twice tonight he’d not come.

Horny almost to the brink of losing his fine-tuned senses, he looked from woman to woman. A split second, Alex thought about having a harem. That would have been nice. That would shut his uncle up. His uncle would have his goats and a lot of rocks, and he, Alexandr, would have a harem in the capital. Dream on. He snapped out of it. But he was hell bent on one thing; three would be the charm. He didn’t feel all that confident though.

Still, keeping to his instinctual training, Alex managed to usher them all out the door. Better out there in the crowd, he thought, than pinned down in here. He trusted the bouncer, but he might have been followed, he’s seen Vicki, after all. And soon, the four of them found themselves along the walls, by the entrance, where they’d entered what seemed a thousand years ago.

The atmosphere was different. The eyes on Vicki were different. Where they’d been respectful and in awe earlier, they were now lustful, men, gazes, eying her up and down, measuring her, and, as it were, craving her. As they moved down the aisle, they parted way with their companions, Cleopatra now enjoying the fruits of the gold, and obviously flaunting it. She was going to have a good rest of the evening, Alex thought, with a sting of self-pity. He’d just had his cock in that woman, ready to ravish her. And now, by the looks of it, that would be someone else’s treat. He just had the time to think that there were more fish in the sea, when two men came up to them, both dressed in Venetian masks and cloaks, both angling in on Vicki, both exalted, and both very primal.

The men looked at Alex, who was now the chief of the pair, at least seemingly. “She is yours? Do you share?”

Alex didn’t have a clue how to respond. He could say no, of course, he was their status, but what did Vicki want, he thought. After what they’d been through just now, she was changed. Did she want to go with these two men? Alex looked at her, ready to speak, but not sure what to say to not blow their cover.

 

[Evayla]

Cleopatra's eyes were not the only ones on his crotch. Vicki blinked and tried to look away. What was it about him that made him so worth watching?
Besides the obvious promises in that entire body, of course, especially after today...

How frustrated he had to feel! A good thing he had his chances earlier that day, but Victoria had had a hard enough time with Cleopatra insisting on talking in between that she was starting to understand the frustrations of missing out. Still, in the end that little delaying tactic had made her all the more receptive. The princess wondered how she would have fared if the Egyptian had actually meant to delay her climax. Would that even have worked? Vicki knew very well how sensitive she could become under stimulation and how easily she had reached her peak with the right toys. Of course she had not stopped herself during those moments. Why would she?
Perhaps something to remember, if she had the willpower, that was.

Once back into the room she could feel the change towards her. It was odd, slightly daunting. Now they would not see power. They would only see her, or rather her body.

That was new.
Intriguing.
In fact, a lot more fun than only being judged for her title.

As they tried to weave their way through the crowd they were stopped. Two men.
Share?
Was she Alex'?

The collar. Obviously this thing was a double edged sword! Somewhere she could not help but wonder how Alex would have responded had she not been a princess. He seemed hesitant. Yet this was when they'd have to play it out or she would be uncovered for certain!

A warning touch to his hand. Knowing the man he would pay extra attention to her now. Those damn guard senses of him had proven themselves before. The princess leaned slightly into him, allowing her body language to show she was under the man's protection. After all: his collar trumped hers.

She looked up at him through her mask, curiosity in her eyes. What did he want? He was probably waiting for her but she needed to be careful about this. And yet...this was her night. He had said so. Did she dare?

Equal parts of bravery and nerves, once again. Yet her last decision had proven one for the books. She was wearing the slave collar! How would it be to give up control over her decisions? To give up control over her body?

A little shiver.
A new experiment?

Her eyes still on Alex she asked as demurely as she could: "What would you want?" A strange echo of their moment in the other room, but with possibly bigger consequences. She was giving herself into his hands.

 

[KingCorto]

Power was something that Alex didn’t know. Of course, he’d seen it around in abundance, being the royal guard, and maybe, just maybe he’d tasted it at times, at home, down at the dock bars with the lowlifes, since his occupation did demand some respect in those circles, but really, power over the has-nots was but a tickle, a single drop of moist on the tongue, gone like whispers surrounded by desert dunes. Was this it? Was he to call the shots? Could he, really, or was it all a ruse, and Vicki still held the reigns. After what had just happened in the desert oasis set, he simply didn’t know. The only was he could find out was to push the limits, he supposed, but did he dare? Lose the shackles for real and be, well, equal, at least? And what did she want? His head was riddled with questions.

At least he could afford to take his time. This was a strange scene and an esoteric set, he could afford to ponder, be aloof, for a while. So, Alex did not immediately respond. He only looked at them, at Vicki, at the surroundings, the people, the place. There were all sorts, and there seemed to be doors and corridors leading off to secluded places, maybe even new halls, everywhere.

Vicki was leaning into him, for protection, or of lust, he didn’t know. Maybe a little bit of both. Her eyes were alight, though, she was attentive and anticipating, and she did not seem scared, or in any way ready to leave. They had time. She would get hers. She’d just had sex with him, at least a little, and two other people, them quite a bit more, mere minutes ago, and she could have more, as far as Alex was concerned. But maybe not right away, maybe not with these two. Alex scanned them. They were kinda frail, at least by his standards. The Cesar had not been muscular like him, either, but he’d been a man that Alex could respect, a man that took care of himself, that was well and fit, and of the artistic type. These two, they were nothing special anyway. He would find her better, in time.

“She is mine, and she is not for you.” Came the answer, and as one might have suspected drama, none came. Alex’s voice had been friendly but resolute, and of course, they were both terrified of him, he could break them in two, one in each hand, so the venetians shied away. “They would not have given you and pleasure, princess.” He said, gaze scanning the crowd ahead. “There are many… venues… here.”.

Not when imagining himself a prince, not when her finger had caressed the skin of his hardness, not when his fingers had pinched and pulled on her nipples, not even when she had screamed in his mouth, tongue tangling around his while she had cum hard and long, had Alex ever really thought about how it would be to fuck Vicki. But now he did. And he admitted he’d like it. And he was startled to realize that it might happen. Startled to understand that, just maybe, if he’d suggested it right now, he could have her up against the wall. Here. Now. Maybe. But that wasn’t the time either. He wanted to explore more.

And he wanted to unload. Badly. His erection was like a huge log of a tree under his very tight costume, and if he didn’t empty it into… someone?... he might explode. Maybe even literally. Could that happen? Could cocks explode? His cousin on the far had once bragged he’d fucked until his cock ripped once. But the story had come with loads of moonshine, and the circumstances were unclear. In any event, it wasn’t Alex’s plan to find out now. This might be what power felt like.

Many of the women were looking at him, of course. They had been less when they’d arrived, but their attraction, like everyone’s, had gone to Vicki’s gold collar. That was gone now, and women were women, here, much like the ones at the dock bars he frequented with his colleagues. Difference was that he didn’t so much fancy any of them there. Here, was another matter. He was the biggest and strongest man in the room, like he was used to always being, and the women were noticing.

In the shadows, in a corner, not so far from where they stood, was the shape of a woman that pleased Alex’s eyes. But what had made them stop at her, was the fact that she was green. And that she had tentacles growing from her head. She was the slave girl from Star Wars. From Jabba’s palace, complete with chains and skimpy dress, and, fittingly, her collar revealed that she was in fact a slave.

She was looking timidly at Alex, and at Vicki, but most at him, when her eyes did not dart to the floor. When they rose again, they shone, she was liking them, Alex was sure of that. Another thing he was sure of, was that he could certainly use her to alleviate himself. He looked down at Vicki by his side, caught her eyes, and led them by his over to the woman. When he was sure she was looking that way, he nodded. “Her.” He said, “Her, I want. Bring her to me.”

Yes, this was power, he thought, and he could certainly do with this exchange. It was refreshing.

 

[Evayla]

He got the hint! Vicki was thrilled when he picked up the part. Although she certainly did not mind standing so close to him it was his words that sent shivers down her spine: She's mine.

The power in that simple statement made her feel amazing, collar or no collar. No one had ever said anything like that. No one had ever dared. Loosing out on a possible experience was not so bad when it gave her so much insight in the workings of Alex' mind. He was still protecting her. Yet that protection reached out to include her new experiences here tonight, it seemed.

No, she did not mind. Standing here pushed up against that well trained body was not exactly a chore and with her mind still coming down from her very first physical experience she was more than willing to sit this one out.

She's mine.

A smile came to her lips.
Ah, the power of words.
But then...he was hers. Well, her bodyguard in any case. It was a start.

His eyes moved over the room. The princess followed his gaze and saw the flash of green. Alex grabbed his new role with fervor. Where before she would simply have glared Vicki really had no choice but to go and fetch the green lady. Funny though...that outfit looked familiar. Where had she seen it before?

Ah, of course. Victoria walked off to fetch the girl, humming 'Laptinek' from the band at Jabba's palace. Would Alex pick up on that little reference?

"Excuse me..." She tried once she was in ear shot. "The...demon over there...is interested. I am supposed to bring you to him?" How did this work anyway? Was anyone going to listen to her?

 

[KingCorto]

It was of course hard to know for sure whether the woman was blushing, her skin painted green and all, but from her demeanour, it could seem like it. She twitched shyly, eyes shot back and forth, down, then angled up at Vicki standing before her. “Yeah?” She dragged it along, “Really?” A subdued smile on her lips, eyes darting over at Alex in the background, then back at Vicki.

“My body heat is risin’” She said with another shy smile, “and you comfort me,” she continued, “you will keep me safe, right?” Then she took Vicki’s hand, “Take me to your master. Is he kind?”

 

[Evayla]

Keep her safe? Now what was that supposed to mean?

Oh wait, the angel costume!

Almost Vicki giggled at the whole idea of Alex being her master, but for this evening, right here, he technically was. She'd try to behave, even if she had strong urges to make a lightsaber sound just for the heck of it.

"He smells better than a rancor." She whispered. "And he certainly has more muscle than..." Okay, okay, enough with the bad Star Wars innuendo. She had to get back into her own character.

"He is strong, but just." She straightened her back. "...For a demon..." Oh gods it was so hard not to giggle right now. It was as if she felt high on the experience.

"Come on, then." If the green lady would follow, Victoria brought her back to her demon.

Shall I...oh heck, why not? With a flourishing curtsy she presented the supposed dancer to Alex.

 

[KingCorto]

As his princess returned to him with the seemingly willing and smiling woman, Alex had his work cut out for him fending off interested men who wanted in on his slave threesome. Alex was perfectly content keeping this all to himself, and as he turned to face the pair coming back to him hand in hand, he veritably pushed a much to nosey gentleman off to the side, so he stumbled half way across the floor.

Alex grinned, looking the dancer up and down, and while he did, his eyes darted to Vicki, too, once or twice. By god, were they a treat!? Alex was getting impatient.

Then he realised they needed someplace to go, and this was not something he knew how worked. Sure, he’d seen some pretty raunchy behaviour in the main hallway, much more so than in even the most decadent royal parties in which he’d been in attendance, scouring from the side, but thus far, it seemed to him the real action happened in the side rooms. And the real action was where her needed to be right now.

He felt the wall by their side, and as it happened, there was a door. He slid it open for them to peak inside. But it was occupied, to put it mildly. Some protected woman was on her knees between three naked men, fondling and pleasing them in turn, using her hands and mouth. They didn’t even notice the door coming ajar, and after looking at the spectacle for a second, Alex closed it looked around for what to do. How did this work? Where could they go?

Taking a ladies’ hand in each one of his own strong ones, he pulled them after him along the wall, finding the next door. It swung open. There was a woman inside, with her back turned. She was in a long dress, no costume. Weird, Alex thought, the only un-costumed ones they’d seen so far was the bouncer and the reception lady, the one who’d sold and given them collars. So maybe this woman worked here? Alex thought.

He cleared his throat theatrically for the woman to hear, something she did, and turned towards them. Alex couldn’t believe it. It was the woman from the wardrobe, Susanna, the woman he’d been intimate with earlier!

Susanna’s lips burst into a wide grin. “I see you’re getting comfortable!” She said, “Kudos on making it to the back chambers, most don’t”. She angled her head, “So, you wanna rent this place?” The rooms a thousand, then it’s yours.

Like the oasis, it was like a film set, but fittingly, this was a futuristic hotel room, with a huge circular bed in the middle, and a panoramic skyline view of a science fiction urban sprawl, something that was of course a painting or a print outside the glass, but that looked impressively real. The light was dimmed red, and the bed looked really soft.

Alex looked at Vicki, jaw hanging low in surprise. She still had her purse, and the two other women, the dancer and Susanna, looked curiously at him as he dug into Vicki’s purse, pulled out a thick wad of bills, counted out a thousand, and gave it to Susanna, putting the seemingly untouched wad back from where it came.

“Oooo-kay?” Susanna said, looking at the money before rolling them up and placing them in her bra. “Now,” looking at Alex, “Is there anything else you require?”

“No. Please leave.” Alex simply stated, something she did with professional courtesy, leaving the three of them alone. Alex looked the dancer up and down, then moved closer to her. He was feeling so primal, so horny, that it was like he was becoming an animal. “I’m gonna fuck you now,” he murmured in a deep voice, looking at Vicki for the next part, “And you, angel, you’re gonna unwrap her for me on the bed.”

 

[Evayla]

Victoria felt oddly happy about the silly situation. It was kinda fun to see people be interested without the gold collar. A whole different kind of attention she could get used to, even if it was just here, in this little escape.

Even if this was all clearly new to Alex himself he somehow handled himself with poise and confidence.
Ridiculous words to use for someone in a demon costume having a hard time keeping his pants on, but still!

Right when she thought they had a good hide out, she stiffened.
Susanna.
Of all the people gathered here.
If only Alex did not think she was going to stand by if he wanted to have that woman again!

Why was it okay for Cleopatra or even Oola here to be with him when she could not accept that dresser? Vicki honestly did not know. Something in her demeanour which had made her feel inferior, like a child caught in the pantry.

Just as she was about to comment, completely forgetting about her new position in all of this, Alex surprised her by getting rid of her! Instead of words a smile came to her lips. She did not care about the money. This was their night off. Yes, their night, no longer just hers.

The princess all but hopped around. This was amazing! "Byebye Susanna."She mumbled softly.

Now her bodyguard grabbed his role with fervour. Unwrapping, hm? Funny stuff. She took the dancer by the hand and lead her to the bed. "Let's see about this then..." Her slender fingers found the zipper and several buttons that kept the skimpy outfit together. A moment later she managed to reveal the woman. "Tadaa!" Vicki felt quite proud of herself for managing this.

Silly, of course, but she still felt high on experiences!

"Don't worry." She whispered at Oola. "He'll make it worth it for you!" Surely Susanna had not faked her pleasure back then!

 

[KingCorto]

It wasn’t without a certain satisfaction that Alex now watched his princess bidding his command, playing along with him, while undressing the green wonder of a woman. She was very fine, well-shaped, and her breast heaved as she gasped for air in excitement as Vicki unbuttoned, and skilfully unzipped her, revealing her in full glory, laying her gently back on the bed for him.

Vicki whispered something to their newfound companion, Alex couldn’t hear what it was, but both women smiled, and now they were looking at him in anticipation, Oola laying back, knees elevated and thighs spread, Vicki on her knees between them. Alex bit his lip, felt his erection throbbing, then he slowly moved forward towards them, while lifting his huge shaft out from his pants.

He knelt next to Vicki on the bed, looked at her, looked at Oola. One of his hands found a green painted tit, the nipple stiffening at his touch, the other found Vicki’s buttocks, gave it a playful squeeze. “Now, angel…” He said, “Now, lead me into her, and we’ll help this outworlder find the pinnacle of extacy.”

 

[Evayla]

Vicki noticed that expression on his face. How weird this had to be for the bodyguard to be the one calling the shots! At least he was enjoying himself. That was definitely worth something.

Lead him into her, though? The princess blinked, dropping out of her role. What did he mean? "Uh...she's...right here?" Another blink, then a flush. Damn, she felt stupid right now!The young woman tried to save face by picking up her part again. "This dancer...is...uh...ready for you, demon of might." She put a hand on his shoulder to push him towards the green girl on the bed.

 

[KingCorto]

Demon of might, Alex heard the words, and he also caught up on Vicki’s falling out of role in the passage that preceded them. I’d better take care, Alex thought in the back of his head. Collars be collars, masquerades be what they are, but out in the real world, the hierarchy was clear, and if the princess was anyway feeling out of place, his night might be abruptly over, and the promise of a night like it returning, would be gone like a droplet under the sun.

But while his mind was on that, she pushed him forward, in between the slave dancer’s legs, and his cock was aching for release, and she looked so delicious, perky tits standing, anticipating eyes in his, down his frame, to his crotch, she shivered, probably at the sheer size muscular body and rod.

And so he couldn’t do anything than to push forward and inside, and the green woman shrieked in a high pitch as he drove down hard. Hi skin slapped onto hers and he growled deep, eyes pinched shut. And there, behind his lids, was Vicki, and he started to pump hard and deep, in and out with all his force.

 

[Evayla]

Victoria noticed that second of hesitance. Had she spoiled it now for him? Not a moment did she think Alex might actually be afraid he'd gone too far. If anything she was worried she was not playing this right!

But, there he went. Good god, the man looked fine. Vicki could not help but feel tingly all over as the man took possession of Oola who received him with obvious pleasure.

Where before she had to hide to witness the spectacle, this time she was invited to see it happen. It was strangely exciting, even if she'd just had her turn. There was just something about the way he took that woman. The princess wondered if he ever took his time with someone or if she had been lucky with Cleopatra at the scene, but at the same time that sheer strength he emanated was slightly intoxicating.

It was confusing.
And understandable after the sexual torture the poor man had been through.
That sparked something inside of here again.
Delaying that moment had frustrated her at first when she was caught out in the dressing room, but it certainly had added to that glorious moment later on.

Maybe it was the same for him?
So many thoughts while the demon had his way with his little dancer! Would she want to be there in her place?
Maybe.
But not like that. No, she wanted time with her bodyguard.

The thought shocked her.
She actually wanted that.
Time.
Real time with Alex.
She wanted those strong hands to caress her. She wanted to feel his muscles tense against her. She wanted to know how he'd feel inside, how he might build her up and keep the power in his own hands.
Yes...maybe it was all those years having to be in control, but how glorious would it be if he actually took a chance with her?

A deep sigh escaped her. Maybe the collar would get him over the threshold. Maybe it wouldn't.

 

[KingCorto]

Red dots flashed on his minds from the build-up in his groin. Alex blinked and steadied himself, looked down at Oola moaning and twisting underneath his huge frame, her face morphed to Vicki’s then back and then it did that again. He was pounding into her, not letting back an inch, rolling deep in her and hearing her whine in response, her green body-paint smearing onto and making large, dark stains on his demon’s suit.

If it were a curse or a blessing, Alex did not know, but after the events of the night, he could carry on for ever. He was so pumping hard and wide as he might have never been, the sensation was burning, and still, now that Oola was starting to come close to her climax, her muscles contracting more and more around him, he was still far from his mark.

Lifting her one leg up by the knee, his other hand under her bum, Alex lifted her of the floor and raised his back, slammed into her at poised angles, desperate to explode. The woman was shaking on the floor below him, flailing for something to hold onto while her head rolled from side to side.

Then Alex looked at Vicki, and, by instinct, reached out for her, caressed up over her behind. He grabbed it and squeezed it. Did he want to fuck her? Yes. Was she the one he needed to finally release this mountain of testosterone he’d been building up? Probably. Could he have it? Maybe. Did he want it now? No, later, only him and her.

He looked at Vicki with desperate eyes from his realization. And as Oola came hard and repeatedly around his cock, lost in her orgasm, Alex kissed Vicki again, slowing his pumping pace, whispering “We’ve gotta get out of here.”.

 

[Evayla]

Oola certainly didn't mind the straight on approach. Vicki marveled at her agility. Funny how that rational part of her brain still worked after tonight. Yet somehow Alex didn't really seem to be getting anywhere, except more determined.

That surprised her. He'd certainly had no troubles enjoying himself earlier! Was it the build up of suspense through the night?

Suddenly he reached for her.

Finally! that much less rational part of her brain cheered, even knowing this wasn't exactly the right timing for what she really wanted. His warm hand was exploring her body, her firm behind. His eyes conveyed...an epiphany of sorts?

RIght then Oola climaxed, without Alex showing any sign of finding release for himself. He still insisted on getting out of there. Bodyguard senses tingling, perhaps? Or was he simply not satisfied here?

That kiss was to die for. She wanted to make more of it. Much more. But...she had to listen to him. Even without the collar, in these situations he was the expert.

"But what about you?" She still wanted to know.

 

[KingCorto]

It’d been on his mind to run away with her, somehow, by now, Vicki was the only one that could make him cum tonight. He was thinking he deserved it, too, to have the princess, and maybe the kingdom? Who knew? His thoughts were intoxicating, he felt intoxicating, rising, taking Vicki’s hand, and extending his other to Oola, who rose giggling, “Not to complaint,” she smiled, “I’m sooooo good, but, don’t you want to? …” She looked down at his crotch, his big shaft erected from it as it seemed to so often be, “You can!” Looking at Vicki, “Me or her, I’ll watch!”

One woman in each hand, Alex turned towards the door, and just then, it opened, it was Susanna, “In here!” She shouted behind her, pointing right at Vicki, “She’s here!” As the paparazzi lifted the camera over Susanna’s shoulder, Alex lightning reflexes pulled Vicki back and behind him, pulling Oola to his shoulder as he did, shielding the princess, like the shots where bullets. It was probably a nice shot. Of him and the green dancer.

“Know the way out?” he asked Oola, “Get us there, and the reward will be substantial!”

 

[Evayla]

Vicki could not help but follow Oola's gaze. Here he was, surrounded by women and he still somehow held back his own climax? Was that by choice?

The green alien woman made a suggestion that made the princess take a deep breath. Would he do that? Would he want her here? She found her body a lot more responsive to the thought than she'd thought after the treatment she'd already received.

Right then the mood was broken as the door was thrown open!
That accursed woman again! Victoria all but groaned when she realized the implications. She had lead the paparazzi here! With a yelp she was pulled behind Alex, safe from the camera's.

Now what? The doorway was blocked by those damn cockroaches! Victoria remembered all the hidden doors in this strange establishment. If she could just...

Her eyes moved over the walls quickly. Any irregularity, anything would do! It might give them a chance! "Oola, please." She all but begged. Opposing her father was one thing, getting her face in the newspapers quite another! "Distract them! Give us time!"

With that she took a gamble and pulled Alex back towards the wall where somehow the paper didn't seem to line up with the rest. Her nimble fingers followed the seams. Yes! It gave! Another door! "Through here!" It felt like it opened into the wall rather than the room. That was beneficial! They could block it from the inside! "Take the chair with you!" And with those mysterious words she pushed the hidden door open to move into the walls.