Chapter 133: Ass & Holes
They both breathe heavily as he holds her close.
"You’re alright?"
Aveloria nodded positively. "I’d love nothing more than to do this...again."
Galen chuckled. His cock slipped out of her core. "Again." He dropped her gently on the desk.
Aveloria slipped off the desk too quickly as she turned her back against him and leaned on the desk. Her hands gripped the edge for support while Galen stood behind her. He pressed soft kisses along her back and shoulder.
He guided his fingers between her slick folds, adjusting her until her ass was hitting his thighs. She gasped when he pressed two fingers into her vagina.
"Fuck me in my ass, Galen." She demanded, her voice ragged.
He let out a low growl. "Beg for it."
"Please," She whined.
Galen spat onto his fingers, worked them into her soaked vagina first, before coating them and dragging them lower. She shuddered as he pressed a finger against her ring, circling slowly before pushing in just to the first knuckle.
Aveloria moaned, pushing back greedily. He lined his cock up with her pussy, driving into her with one slow thrust. Her body jolted forward slightly, forcing his finger deeper into her ass.
"Fuck, yes..." She whimpered, her walls clamping down around his cock.
He pulled out and slammed back in at a slow thrust again. He curled his finger inside her ass, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, stretching her with every snap of his hips.
Her hands held on to the desk more tightly.
"More?"
She nodded. Galen added a second and third finger, biting back a groan at how tight she was. She clenched around his fingers, her moans turning desperate.
He followed with a growl, slamming deep as he set a punishing pace. Soon, she came again with a broken cry, her ass squeezing his fingers as her pussy milked his cock.
Galen leaned down, licking up her spine. He yanked his cock out of her dripping pussy. He bent low, replacing his fingers with his tongue, licking slow circles around her clenched asshole before pressing in. He flattened his tongue, forcing it past her tight ring. She jerked, whimpering, but shoved back against his mouth.
He spat against her hole, dragging his thumbs to spread her wider as he worked his tongue deeper. Aveloria trembled, her breath coming in sharp gasps every time he curled his tongue inside her.
He straightened, grabbed her hair, and muttered. "That’s enough teasing." He slicked his cock in quick strokes with her wetness while also hooking two fingers in her ass, stretching her open. The second he pressed his cock inside her butthole, she went rigid, then pushed back, taking the head in one desperate roll of her hips.
Galen gripped her waist and sank in slowly.
"Move! Move! Galen, move!" She panted, her fingers clawing the desk.
He pulled all the way out, then slammed back in. She screamed, her whole body clenching. He set a brutal pace, each thrust earning a cry from her. He leaned over her, pinning her down to the desk.
He growled, his nails on her skin as he fucked her ass harder. The wet slap of skin drowned out her sobs. When her thighs shook, he gripped her hips, driving in deep as her wetness coated his cock.
He slapped her ass hard, and she cried out in pain and pleasure. Every drag of his cock stretched her. The slap of his balls against her dripping ass filled the room. Her body banged against the desk repeatedly, earning a louder wail from her.
Galen shoved two fingers into her mouth, silencing her cries. "Your ass is so fucking wet for me."
Her choked moans vibrated around his fingers as he slammed into her deeper.
"You wanted this. You love this, don’t you?" He murmured against her ear.
She moaned around his fingers. He pulled out so suddenly, her ass gaped for a second before he rammed back in, stretching her even more. Her body arched. His hand found her clit, circling it at an insane pace until she was near the edge again.
"I’m close!"
He yanked her head back by the hair, slowing down at his pace. "Not yet! I’m going to fill this tight ass." He ordered.
Aveloria clenched her vagina to hold back. He fucked her deep, his strokes punishing her until his hips jerked and his cum filled her butthole.
Galen continued circling her clit until she squirted, her juice wetting the desk and floor. He didn’t stop until her body shook and she neared her climax completely.
The silence that followed felt heavy. Only the sound of their breathing filled the air.
Then there was a knock at the door.
They both froze. Another knock followed, firmer this time.
Galen straightened immediately. Aveloria pushed herself away from him. They moved quickly to put on their clothing. She smoothed her skirt and ran a hand through her hair. Galen put on his trousers, fastened his belt, and straightened his shirt.
They both looked flushed. They both exchanged glances to confirm they were okay.
Aveloria took a deep breath. "Come in," she called.
The door opened. A fully armored guard stepped inside. His armor bore the insignia of the King’s Justice, a branch responsible for dungeons and the enforcement of royal law. His face looked tense, almost shaken.
Aveloria and Galen exchanged a glance again.
"What happened?" Galen asked.
The guard bowed quickly. "Your Grace. My Lord. It is the prisoner, Eirene. She has gone berserk in the dungeons."
Aveloria’s expression hardened instantly. "What does that even mean?"
"She has been requesting to see you for several days now. We ignore the request as per standard procedure. But today is different. She has thrown the dungeon into chaos. Screaming. Banging against the bars and chains. She refuses to calm down until she sees the heiress."
Aveloria’s jaw tightened. "So it’s too hard to handle one prisoner. Torture her to silence or strengthen her restraints. Do what is necessary to restore order."
Galen immediately reached for her hand, stopping her from saying more. She looked at him sharply.
He turned back to the guard. "Tell the King’s justice that the heiress will be there shortly."
Aveloria’s head snapped toward him. "What?"
The guard bowed again. "Yes, my Lord." He turned and left the room quickly, closing the door behind him.
Aveloria pulled her hand from Galen’s grasp. "What are you doing? Why would you tell him that?"
Galen reached for her hand again. His voice is calm. "She is asking for you specifically. She has been asking for days. Today, she has created chaos. That means something has changed. We need to know what is going on with her."
Aveloria shook her head in disagreement. "I am not going down there. She is a prisoner. A traitor. And we do not negotiate with prisoners!"
"Listen, Lori, this is not a negotiation. This is information gathering. If she is this desperate to see you, she had a reason. It may be nothing. It may be something. Either way, you should hear it."
Aveloria pulled her hand free. She turned away from him. "I do not want to see her." She said quietly.
Galen walked up behind her. He did not touch her. "I know. I know she deserves whatever is happening to her. But torturing her to silence won’t work. If she wants something from you, I’m certain she won’t stop."
She turned to face him. Her expression was deeply conflicted.
Galen softened his voice. "We’ll go together."
She glanced at him. "Why? You don’t trust me to handle it alone?"
"I trust you. I don’t trust her."
Aveloria exhaled slowly. "Fine. I’ll go."
She walked past him toward the door but stopped and turned to look at him. "We need to wash up and dress properly. We look like we have been—"
"Having sex." He completed.
Aveloria nodded, and they left the room.
