Corupting Lust Ch. 01

The following story contains a range of wild forms of sex between men, women, monsters, and all kinds of creatures. Keep in mind that it is bisexual in nature. Also, it takes place in a world based on ancient Persia and, since it is an erotic tale, it is not historically accurate. If you can deal with all of that, please continue and enjoy.

Chapter 1

Marcus looked at his older brother, Alexus, with a sense of pride. They had just led their army to victory over the forces of the great Emperor Darius of Persia. The battle had been hard fought, and much of their army was destroyed. Their left flank had run away, while their right flank had been obliterated by the war elephants of Darius. Only their center remained and, thanks mostly to the bravery of Alexus, it had held on long enough to cause a collapse of Darius' center.

After all the chaos and exhaustion, however, they were not able to fully capitalize on their victory. Darius and his bodyguards had made their escape, after which he had sent a team of negotiators to discuss terms after the pyrrhic victory of Marcus' army.

Alexus, proud as ever, wanted to send the negotiators straight back after Darius. But Marcus knew that would be a grave mistake.

"Our army is in tatters..." Marcus said, glancing over the battered ranks of their soldiers. "We could push on to Persepolis and arrive there tomorrow. Maybe we can take it, but Darius will simply raise a new army and drive us out again within weeks."

Alexus was furious. He slammed his fist on the table. "We can chase the fucker and burn his city down, take their women, and move back to Lydia where we'll be heroes! Our names will live on forever, and our cocks will be satisfied for weeks by our new slaves. Why not?"

Marcus shook his head. "We had one army, and it's gone. We barely broke one of Darius' armies, but he can raise several more like these with ease." His voice was firm, calmer. "We need to buy time, negotiate a truce, and get our brothers in Greece to join us. Now that they know the Persians can be beaten, they'll want to join. Together, we can take them down."

He lowered his voice. "I've already sent our father down there to spread the good news. We just need to be patient. So--let's see what the Persians have to say, and stall them... drag this out for as long as we can."

Alexus looked at him, disappointment plain on his face. He clearly understood this was the best course of action, but it just didn't seem right.

Marcus smiled slyly. "My brother, you know the stories of Darius' negotiation techniques, right? And you don't want to indulge in those? With a bit of luck you'll be saving our country while having the time of your life."

He was, of course, referring to the legendary tactics of the Persian Emperor. Darius was infamous for bribery in any form imaginable. Most surrounding cities hadn't fallen to his armies, but to his exquisite bribes--money, titles, women, boys, whatever their leaders fancied. During negotiations, small samples would be offered: the most beautiful men and women anyone could imagine.

Alexus began to smile as the possibilities played in his mind. After two days of brutal fighting, he needed some fun. His body was exhausted, but the rush of victory and pride left him wild with lust. A nice, ideally big-breasted, girl was all he really wanted now. He'd let his brother deal with the details of negotiation.

Alexus grew more enthusiastic as they neared the tent of Darius' diplomats. A small procession awaited them, comprised of entourages and at least a hundred slaves. Several tents had been pitched, but it was the central one that dazzled: its walls shimmered with silvered silk, studded with patterns of gold embroidery and glimmering emeralds that caught the morning sun. The pavilion's opulence seemed to defy the battlefield's grime; it must have weighed a ton to carry all that splendor here. Alexus, though, hardly cared for the construction.

His interest was entirely fixed on the women arrayed at the tent's entrance--a quartet of exotic, captivating creatures, each so distinct, each with a beauty that seemed sculpted for a different kind of desire. It was obvious the diplomats had chosen them to satisfy any taste, ensuring no guest of the Persian court would be left indifferent.

The first woman had a cascade of fiery red hair that fell to her waist. Her skin was luminous and pale as fresh cream, almost glowing against the sheer white fabric that clung to her slender body. The dress did little to veil her, its thinness hinting at the ripe, pink buds of her pointed nipples--almost the only trace of color against her pale flesh. Her wide green eyes seemed impossibly innocent amid such luscious curves.

Beside her stood a towering woman of statuesque majesty, her skin deep and lustrous as polished mahogany. Black curls tumbled down her back, wild and untamed. Wide hips and voluptuous buttocks drew the gaze beneath the mere suggestion of a leopard pelt tied low around her waist. Her upper body was left utterly bare, generous breasts swaying freely with every measured breath. She wore the confidence of an Amazon--unflinching, proud, and untamed.

In her shadow, almost like a contrast of day and night, was a petite woman with the fine features of the Far East. She was delicately small, her chest nearly flat but her form graceful, the smooth bronze of her skin without blemish. Dark brown eyes, large and limpid, seemed to take in every detail. She was enveloped in a garment of lustrous blue silk, the high collar wrapping her slender neck and the skirt falling to her delicate ankles. Yet the fine cut of the dress revealed the gentle curves of her hips and the grace of her movement.

The last drew every gaze simply by her opulence. A voluptuous Indian woman with skin of warm honey, her ample breasts cupped by a more intricate kind of attire--she wore little more than a jewel-studded thong. Across her chest and belly glittered an artful arrangement of golden chains, each one attached to a stud or ring piercing her flesh. A golden nose ring, connected by the finest of chains to her nipple piercings, shone with every subtle motion. Her eyes, lined with kohl, sparkled with a knowing mischief, and the jewels she wore all but turned her bare skin into living treasure.

Alexus' eyes roved hastily over each of these living goddesses, but he could not help lingering on the ebony-skinned beauty. Her wildness spoke directly to his own desires.

Marcus, for his part, kept his focus. He knew his brother would be of little help from here onward, already distracted by primal appetite.

Inside the opulent tent, two men awaited at a low table, flanked by a middle-aged woman. She introduced herself as the translator, her features kind and her smile warm. "Welcome, honored victors," she greeted, gesturing for them to sit.

At the table's center sat a regal man whose broad shoulders and sheer height marked him out even as he sat. His black hair reached to his shoulders, framing a face both handsome and severe. "I am Danesh," he announced, his voice as deep as distant thunder. "Congratulations, noble brothers, on your victory." Even seated, Marcus guessed Danesh must stand nearly seven feet tall--a veritable titan among men.

To Danesh's right lounged a more compact figure, swathed in a golden robe. This man was bald, his angular face highlighted by brilliant green eyes that seemed to pierce right through the brothers. He said nothing, but his gaze quickly shifted from Alexus to Marcus, fixing him with such intensity that Marcus felt a flicker of discomfort beneath the potent scrutiny.

Danesh called out for wine to be served to his guests. The African woman entered, carrying a large jug of wine and two cups--both, of course, made of gold. Everything here was over the top, including the way the wine was poured. The woman set the cups on the table. Then, as she began to pour, she positioned herself so that her large, pendulous breasts dangled directly in front of Marcus' face.

Although he couldn't help but notice their beauty, Marcus quickly composed himself and tried to ignore the nipples, which were somehow even darker than the surrounding skin. The woman repeated the act with Alexus, who now seemed to have no blood left for his brain.

To make her seduction even more obvious, she 'accidentally' dropped a third cup, supposedly meant for Danesh. As she picked it up from the floor, she bent over, exposing her bare backside beneath the leopard skin. Alexus' eyes were drawn to the hint of pink between her lips, and from then on, he could not look away. The woman took her place in a corner of the room, giving Alexus a cheeky wink as she did so.

Danesh apologized for the dropped cup, his words relayed to Marcus by the woman seated beside him. As she translated, she nearly rolled her eyes. She was clearly aware of the clumsy seduction and seemed almost embarrassed to be part of such a transparent performance.

Marcus smiled at the translator, accepting the apology as a mere formality.

"Let's move on to business," he said. "We won a great battle today. We have the forces to push on to Persepolis and burn it to the ground. What is there to negotiate?"

Danesh chuckled as this was translated. His deep voice rumbled with irritation, making him even more intimidating. Yet when the woman translated his words, they seemed much more diplomatic:

"The great Danesh is aware you could reach Persepolis. He is also aware it would cost you your last men. You should know the King of Kings commands a million more. Burning Persepolis may give you satisfaction, but our empire will retaliate and destroy Lydia, along with any who support your tiny nation."

Marcus realized they assessed the situation well. It was time to bluff.

"The only reason your emperor Darius is still alive is because our reserve forces didn't arrive in time," he said coolly. "If they had been here, we would have crushed your army completely. Darius would not have escaped. We have more than enough reserves left to continue this fight and chase down your cowardly king."

Danesh looked furious as the woman translated Marcus' words into Persian. He replied sharply, "Only a fool would call the Emperor a coward. You won a battle, yet you have no way of winning the war. Perhaps you need to consider your options a bit longer--and calm yourself from the excitement of battle before you continue to insult us." He gestured dismissively toward the servants' corner.

At that moment, a boy entered to refill the wine cups. He was an Asian man with a perfectly sculpted, muscular body, adorned with silver jewelry. His skin gleamed in the candlelight, slick with perfumed oil that highlighted every defined muscle. Marcus found his gaze drawn at first to the man's chiseled six-pack, but soon his attention was captured by something even more startling--a truly enormous cock, only partly covered by a thin undergarment. The bottom half hung freely below the fabric, adorned with two golden rings that made it impossible to ignore. For a moment, Marcus couldn't help but wonder just how large it would be when erect. He had never seen anything like it.

He forced himself to look away, collecting his thoughts as he turned to the translator. Even she, it seemed, had been distracted by the sight; her mouth parted slightly, a distant look coming over her face. Marcus guessed she was imagining the same thing that had occupied his mind only moments before. After a brief daydream, she snapped out of it and, embarrassed, looked away from Marcus, her cheeks glowing with a sudden blush. He smiled in reassurance, helping her recover her composure. She gave him a bashful smile in return.

As Danesh became absorbed in a whispered conversation with the bald man beside him--his attention no longer on the translator--she placed her hands on the table about a foot apart, glanced at Marcus with a cheeky grin, and silently mouthed, "Wow."

Marcus was taken aback by her lack of professionalism. Apart from Danesh--and perhaps the mysterious companion beside him--the Persian team showed little real interest in business. More notably, this second attempt at seduction, this time by a boy, had failed to sway him. Surely, Marcus thought, they must be running out of tricks.

He and Danesh continued their discussion for several more minutes, but little progress was made. The Persians were willing to offer both money and titles to the brothers in exchange for immediate peace. However, as princes of their own wealthy country, Marcus and Alexus already possessed more power than such bribes could hope to buy.

Throughout the discussion, the flirting between Alexus and the African woman grew ever more blatant. Marcus's eyes were drawn repeatedly as she toyed with her breasts--at first subtly, but as time passed, she pinched and even twisted her nipples, moaning softly while fixating her gaze on Alexus.

Meanwhile, the well-hung boy stood in the opposite corner, swaying his hips from side to side every thirty seconds or so, causing his cock to swing like a pendulum.

Marcus had had enough. He leaned forward and said sharply, "Danesh, if you want to continue this discussion, let's do it professionally--and call off your whores. It seems we are going nowhere. If all you have to offer us are prostitutes, money, and empty titles, then we can stop talking right now."

Danesh smiled. "You don't enjoy our customs, I see? Very well. We can continue tomorrow, if you wish. I promise then to have servants covered from head to toe--after all, you barbarians seem too easily distracted by flesh." He chuckled softly. "However, I suggest we hold the next discussion in Persepolis. Your army may come, but it will have to camp at least ten kilometers outside the city walls."

Marcus frowned but answered, "Why would we come with you and follow your commands? We just defeated you, remember?" Though inwardly, he knew that every extra day in negotiations would give his father more time to muster reinforcements in Greece.

Darius sighed before replying in a calm, measured tone, "We are in an empty desert. You need water--and food--and your men, who have fought for two days straight, need the same. Either you return to your lands and end the talks here, or you follow us to Persepolis, the city you intend to destroy."

He paused, then continued, "If our negotiations fail, your army will be waiting there, well supplied. And... we shall conduct talks in a pleasant environment, far from your dirty soldiers... allowing us all some dignity."

Marcus nodded thoughtfully. His scouts had confirmed there was no significant Persian force within three days' march of Persepolis--only a small garrison remained. His own army was running low on water and badly needed rest before returning home. If he could drag out negotiations in Persepolis for a week, reinforcements might arrive before Darius could retaliate.

"Alright," Marcus said. "We agree to that. We will instruct our army to attack within twenty-four hours of our arrival--unless my brother and I come out of the city to stop them."

"Agreed," Danesh replied. "Let us hope tomorrow's meeting is more productive. Our translator, Leila, will escort you out and can show you around the camp if you wish. You might want to stick close while your brother attends to our servant girl." Danesh nodded toward the clearly aroused servant, then departed the tent with the bald, unsettling man.

As soon as they left, the African woman strode confidently up to Alexus and leapt right on top of him. She kissed him passionately, her hands roaming while she ground her bare crotch against the bulge in his trousers, leaving a wet streak of her juices on the fabric. Apparently, they were free to fuck each other's brains out right then and there.

Leila turned to Marcus and indicated that he could pick one of the other servants and return to the tent next door. Alternatively, they could leave through the main entrance. Although curious to discover just how large the Asian boy's cock could grow, and intrigued by the whiteness of the redhead's pussy, Marcus decided against indulging. Who knew what could happen if both he and his brothers lost focus? So he politely declined with a simple nod.

As Marcus and Leila left the loudly moaning duo behind them, she smiled and said, "The seduction method works ninety percent of the time. Today, only fifty, it seems. Don't worry, your brother's safe here. We can take a walk while he does his thing. Any idea how long that usually takes?"

Marcus grinned. "He's a machine... probably already came once by now. But I've heard stories--he once went through four women in one evening, two of whom he did several times. After a day like this, he'll be up all night. That poor black beauty's going to need some backup, I'm sure."

"Oh, don't worry about her," Leila said with a smile. "She has the stamina of a rabbit. And if she needs a break, you saw she has three companions waiting behind the curtain. But okay, let me introduce you to some of our guard troops. They come from all over the empire. Our emperor likes to collect exotic people, as you probably noticed from his servants. The same goes for his honor guard troops."

"Sure, I could use a walk," Marcus said. "And how about you -- are you Persian? How do you know Greek?"

"I'm from the Bactrian lands myself," Leila explained. "Our people were conquered by Cyrus many decades ago and we remain in the empire. My parents were put to work in the traveling administrative camp of Darius' father. So I traveled all over the empire and was encouraged to learn different languages. That's how I became a translator."

"I guess that beats working as one of his many seductresses," Marcus joked.

Leila laughed softly. "Well, I'm sure I was never pretty enough to be part of that team anyway... but yes, this isn't a bad way to live. I do get to be surrounded by all these nice things. However, I can't say I'm not a bit jealous of Leila right now, since she's being ravaged by your brother."

Marcus laughed. "He is not a gentle lover. Providing pleasure to the woman is not a priority. I guess that's something most of the men she has to pleasure have in common. So she must be used to it."

"That's true for sure," Leila replied. "You, on the other hand, seem different. I saw you checking out Cheng's giant cock as well... I must have seen that thing at least ten times by now, but it blows my mind every time. Anyway, even your love of cock didn't manage to distract you in there, did it?"

Marcus was taken aback. "It was impressive to see, but yes--I'm not that easily distracted. Men or women, I can admire their beauty, but unlike my brother, I'm not so easily overcome with lust."

"Everyone's different," Leila said thoughtfully. "If I've learned anything from hanging around this traveling freak show of pleasure... it's that everyone caves to something. You seem like a man who needs some psychological element. Someone who isn't just driven over the edge by the visual elements, sounds, and smells that most men fall for..."

As Leila spoke, her eyes glazed over for a few seconds again, just like they had when she saw the well-hung boy. Marcus wondered what she was imagining this time. However, before his mind could wander too far, she snapped out of it and quickly said, "I miss the foods of Lydia. And my God, the wine there..."

Marcus could not hide his excitement at finding someone who appreciated the dishes of his homeland. "Any particular dish you loved?" he asked.

The two continued their conversation with great passion about the various dishes of Lydia. Leila then explained in detail the culinary pleasures she had experienced while traveling the world. She spoke of richly spiced meals from India, exotic meats from Africa, and her strange yet intense love for the raw meat brought to her by warriors from the steppes.

As the conversation moved on to beer, Leila's kind voice became even more enthusiastic. "You've never had beer from Bactria? You're in for a treat! It's on my list of demands whenever we travel that we bring at least one barrel with us. Want to try some?"

"I'd love to," Marcus said. He hadn't touched the wine during the meeting with Danesh, but could kill for a beer right now.

"Awesome!" Leila exclaimed, clearly delighted to finally have someone enthusiastic to taste the pride of her homelands. They sat down as a servant--a decently dressed one, for once--poured them each a glass from Leila's private barrel of beer. The servant also brought a loaf of bread and dried meats from across the empire.

As the two continued to converse about their love for food, Marcus mentioned, "Your life doesn't seem that bad. You get to travel and indulge in all this."

Leila chuckled. "Be careful, my dear, or I'll tell Danesh all it takes to get you to agree to peace is food and beer!"

Marcus suddenly looked concerned again; he had forgotten all about this during their passionate discussions.

Noticing his discomfort, Leila quickly followed up, "I was just joking. Honestly, you seem like a noble man who believes in what he fights for. Your subjects are lucky... But yes, I enjoy my life. I know I might not be serving the kindest of rulers, but I have everything I want right here. Great food, great beer, and almost any other pleasure I wish to indulge in can be granted quickly. Well, almost any... but yeah, I cannot complain."

As their conversation paused for a moment, the sounds from the tent where Alexus was grew louder once again. He had been in there for over an hour now, but by the noises, he was still at it. They could hear loud moaning along with the unmistakable sounds of flesh hitting flesh, accompanied by the clatter of metal on metal.

"It sounds like your brother moved on to Advika," Leila said with a smile. "You can always tell by the sound of her jewelry clattering together... Also, she's a loud one. Give it a few minutes, and probably your entire army will be able to hear her climax."

Marcus tried to ignore it and stared down at the table. Hoping to change the subject, he started, "How about this bread..."

Leila quickly cut him off. "No need to feel uncomfortable, Marcus. You have nothing to fear from me. I'm on strict instructions not to touch you in any way. They'd have my head if I did anything like that... So let's be mature and not pretend like we can't hear your brother screwing the brains out of Advika."

Marcus hadn't even thought about Leila in that way; she had never occurred to him as a seductress. But now that she mentioned it, he noticed her body for the first time. She was perhaps forty-five or a bit older, with some wrinkles, but still had a nice figure and average-sized, somewhat drooping breasts. She might not catch his attention walking by, but he certainly wouldn't say no if she stood naked in front of him.

"No, no," Marcus replied somewhat embarrassed. "It's not that I'm afraid you're seducing me. The obvious seduction techniques being used in the tent just put me in a state where I started to block out any thought on this topic."

"Okay, that makes sense," Leila said in her kind, understanding voice. "But well... given the sounds in the background, I can't think of another topic. So let me ask you: was I right about those psychological needs being important for you when it comes to sex? My theory is based on the fact that you seem to use your brain a lot, plus I saw you checking out that servant's cock..."

"What does that have to do with it?" Marcus said, somewhat embarrassed.

"Well... from my experience, the psychological effects are typically more important for women. Women are attracted to cock--you seem to be attracted to those as well--so, using very bad logic, your brain probably works more like that of a woman when it comes to these things."

"Maybe..." Marcus replied, quickly following up, "But I'm not just into men. I'm generally attracted to women, but when a nice specimen like that comes along, I'm always intrigued."

"Poor thing... you could have so much fun with all the pleasures Darius has stored in Persepolis... if only you weren't there trying to save your country," Leila said, half-joking, half-actually feeling sorry for him. Then, now fully joking, she added, "Maybe your brother can do that talking tomorrow, and you can have the fun instead."

"Well, that would be a disaster," Marcus laughed.

"Okay, so back to the question. Is my poor logic truly flawed, or do you require a psychological aspect to be truly driven wild?"

"I honestly don't know... I don't give these things much thought," Marcus replied, escaping the question while taking a sip of beer.

"Okay, well let me tell you a story as an example, and we'll see if it sounds like any desires you have." Leila prepared for her story by emptying her pint of beer in one go. As she began, she gestured to the servant for a refill. "As you might know, about twenty years ago Persia was at war with the Scythians. You might have heard the Scythian queen surrendered as the might of the Persian army approached her camp. Well... that's not what really happened. In reality, they took her in for negotiations just like they did with you. Of course, she was in a much worse position than you are now, but still, she could probably have negotiated a good deal. Instead, she fell for the obvious traps of Danesh."

"She was already in her fifties and no longer the prettiest of women. She had scars all over from many battles. Being powerful, she, of course, shared her bed with the men of her tribe. Although beautiful and more than capable of satisfying her needs, it felt to her as if she were forcing them. For some women, this feeling of empowerment is arousing; sadly, for her and many others with high power, dominance was not her kink. What she wanted was to be desired--to have someone who wanted her, craved to be with her, someone who took control simply because they had to have her..."

"So you can imagine what happened when she entered here," Leila began, her voice lowering slightly, "and it wasn't just one well-hung boy like the one you saw, but four other boys of equal beauty. Every single one starved for sex for months and drugged to instantly fall in love with her. Imagine the sight--five boys standing there, wanting her, truly desiring to do everything she wished simply to make her happy."

"She was in control, as she was with her own men, but now there was the element of true desire. These boys wanted her. She could see it in their eyes as they wandered from her chest to her legs, to her ass, and back to her chest. From the obvious bulges in their trousers and their almost drooling mouths, she knew the moment one had the chance to jump her... he would. They were wild with lust for her, ready to ravage her. The only reason they weren't taking turns filling all her holes was because they were kept in chains."

Leila's voice grew softer. "The negotiations, of course, went terribly. She could not focus, even after demanding the boys leave the room. She asked to delay the talks until the next evening, but her mind kept wandering--knowing those boys were waiting somewhere... maybe she could find them after the negotiations... maybe she should just postpone everything, give in to lust, and restart the next day... but Danesh did not give in."

"In the end, while her mind was locked on how to escape the discussion, she accepted vassalization by the Empire. That night was my first year in the camp... I got to watch how she finally let herself indulge. She kept the boys in chains and just sat on her bed, naked, playing with herself as she observed the young men standing around. They wanted to touch her so badly, but couldn't reach her... all five masturbating vigorously."

"Every time one of them ejaculated over her, she orgasmed. I saw her come at least five times before I left after two hours. She stayed in that tent for days... God knows how depraved it got during those days..."

Leila stopped speaking. The look in her eyes was the same trance-like state she had in the tent, but this time she did not snap out of it for at least thirty seconds. Marcus stared at her, hiding his own erection as she seemed to relive that night--perhaps imagining herself in the position of the Scythian queen. He noticed her nipples straining against the thin red fabric of her dress. In her erotic trance, she began biting her lip.

"Pfffew," she sighed as she awoke from the reverie. "So... does that do anything for you? Or at least do you understand what I'm talking about with the importance of power dynamics and desire?"

"Sure," Marcus admitted, a trace of shame in his voice. "I know well what it's like to be in a position where you can get anything you want. Yet it feels like they are doing you a favor. Fucking a slave is fun, but... well, you just described that there are things that can be so much better."

"Good," Leila smiled. "Well, I think we both need to take a break from all this sex talk. Maybe take a cold bath and get ready for the night. We never made it to the honor guards--you'll see them tomorrow, I promise. For now, there's a bath waiting for you in that tent over there. I'll be here waiting for you before I escort you to your camp, where my men are erecting a tent for me next to yours."

Marcus hesitated to accept the offer of a bath. They didn't even have water to drink in his own camp, let alone enough to wash, so he finally agreed. Although his mug had been empty for a while, he pretended to finish his beer in hopes that his erection would settle down. When it was only semi-erect, he figured it wasn't going to get much better--especially with Leila still sitting there, her nipples visibly hard, and the Indian girl's moaning echoing like an eternal orgasm filling the air.

Seizing a moment when Leila looked away, Marcus got up quickly and slipped into the tent. As he undressed, he lowered himself into a large wooden tub filled with water. He was tempted to touch himself then and there, but didn't want to risk losing control. Instead, he focused on planning how to drag out the negotiations with Danesh for several days. Perhaps he and his brother could pretend they disagreed on everything--that would certainly buy time.

Just as his mind finally returned to the work at hand, he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. Startled, Marcus jumped up, ready to attack whoever was behind him. But turning around, he saw the pale red-haired girl standing there, fully naked, a smile playing on her lips.

"I was hoping we could have a moment alone," she said, placing her hand gently on his chest before slowly sliding it downward toward his cock.

Marcus felt blood rushing back through his body--his erection growing once again--but using the last shred of restraint, he pushed her away. "Begone! Leave me alone!" he shouted.

The girl collapsed onto her back on the floor, but instead of retreating, she used the fall to assume a provocatively inviting position. She lay there with her legs spread wide, feet pulled back toward her buttocks, giving Marcus a full, tantalizing view of her glistening pussy.

He was mesmerized. Her skin was so white--like fresh milk--and yet her pussy was flushed red and swollen, clearly moist and ready to receive him.

"Please, great prince," she begged softly, "take me, right here and now."

Marcus stepped forward, his cock throbbing with every heartbeat.

Just as he was about to drop to his knees, the tent door slammed open. It was Leila. She shouted sharply at the girl, "He told you to get out! Get out now, Boudika! This man needs his rest--no more seduction games!"

Clearly, Leila had scared her. The girl quickly closed her legs, stood up, grabbed a robe, and ran out of the tent. Marcus was left standing there naked, fully erect, in full view of Leila. It took him several seconds before his brain reset, and as it did, he quickly put his hands in front of his cock.

Leila took the opportunity to have a good look. As Marcus covered himself, she laughed and said, "I was told I could not touch you, but I can look, of course." Then her voice quickly grew more serious. "Sorry about that, Marcus. It seems Danesh tried a new trick. I promise you, I wasn't aware he was going to do this. Let's just go back to the tent... and, if I may, I would suggest you get rid of the pressure you've built up down there once you are alone... I know... I will do the same..."

As she spoke, she suddenly fell silent again, appearing to re-enter one of her erotic daydreams. This time, though, Marcus realized her eyes were fully focused on his hands hiding his cock.

Marcus looked at her with embarrassment as Leila continued, "Sorry, I know you're not comfortable talking about these things. Anyway, let's get ready for the night..."

With that, Marcus dressed again, and they walked--accompanied by three of Leila's guards--to his tent in his own camp. As they passed his tired and worn troops, Marcus reassured a few that the discussions were going well and that they would get food and water tomorrow.

As Leila had mentioned, her servants had pitched a tent right next to Marcus's tent. Despite being a negotiator--and Marcus a prince--her tent was far more luxurious. As they approached, Leila remarked, "One more of Danesh's tricks... this ridiculously decorated tent is here just to impress your troops. He knows the only one you would allow in your camp is a translator, so he gives me this tent... I won't complain, of course. Anyway, have a good night. Looking forward to chatting more with you tomorrow."

With those words, Leila entered her tent--but not before giving Marcus another kind smile, followed by a slight sigh of disappointment as she turned away.

Marcus entered his tent and collapsed exhausted on his bed. He was drained. He just needed to wait for his guards to change shifts so he could be sure he wouldn't be disturbed again. After that, he would probably follow Leila's advice and manually release his lust...

He waited patiently until he heard the two guards in front of his tent greet their replacements. Once he was sure they were at their posts and nothing would disturb him, he stripped naked and sat on the edge of his bed.

His mind drifted back to the image of Boudika lying in front of him with her legs spread wide... Oh, how he would have loved to taste the juices from that pulsing red pussy...

Within seconds, his imagination had produced the hardest erection he could remember. The tip glistened with precum. Though his cock was somewhat modest in size, Marcus liked the way it looked--especially now. A large vein on the side pulsated rhythmically. He imagined how it would feel to have a pair of juicy lips wrapped around it... The owner of those lips could probably feel the pulsating vein...

His right hand gripped the slick, sensitive tip, fingers gliding in the thick layer of pre-cum. The musky scent of his own arousal filled his nostrils, heady and raw, making him dizzy with anticipation. He loved that warm, animal smell--so intimate, so primal. Just as he was ready to start stroking, a faint rustling noise came from the side of his tent, different than the soft night breezes that carried the aromas of dust, sweat, and distant campfires.

Approaching cautiously, he heard no movement. Peering through the hole, expecting danger, he instead saw something far more pleasant.

The tear allowed him a view into Leila's tent, placed next to his. A large flap on its side had been opened, revealing the well-lit center. In the middle was a large white bed covered in soft silk sheets. Kneeling on it was Leila, fully naked. She might not be the most beautiful woman in the world, but the way she sat--confidence in her eyes--captivated him. Her gaze fixed directly on the hole she knew Marcus was peering through. Her small breasts drew his attention, topped by the rock-hard nipples he'd noticed poking through her dress before. Her knees were spread just enough to reveal a soft bush of black hair covering her entrance.

Before Marcus could wonder what was happening, three young men entered the tent. One he recognized instantly--the well-hung Asian boy from the meeting. His body still slick with oil, his cock now free from the golden rings, revealed in its natural glory. He took his place to the left of Leila.

On her right stood another young man, perhaps twenty years old, with curly black hair and a perfectly toned body. His round, firm butt was being cupped by Leila's right hand, pulling him closer to her face. She pressed her cheek against his muscular abdomen and inhaled deeply, the scent sending shivers through her body. Slowly, her left hand moved toward the top of the massive cock hanging from the Asian boy's pelvis.

Her touch sent pulsations flowing down his shaft, gradually causing it to rise. Meanwhile, the blond boy's cock--particularly small--was already fully erect.

Then the third man entered. Marcus was shocked. It was as if he were looking in a mirror. The man's long blond hair and gray eyes matched Marcus's own, though their facial features differed slightly. This man, however, was better endowed between the legs.

A fierce jealousy washed over Marcus as this body double walked over and positioned himself behind Leila. With her eyes locked on Marcus's secret gaze, she shifted onto all fours. Her expression shifted from intensity to pure pleasure. A wild moan escaped her lips as the man behind her pushed deep inside, his cock sliding through the black hair, filling her with full force.

She refocused her gaze toward Marcus just as the next thrust drove deep inside her again, a grin spreading wide on her face as the sound of pelvis meeting flesh echoed.

Unnoticed by Leila, Marcus had started stroking himself vigorously. The two men beside her were also stroking themselves. As the rhythm of thrusts increased, Leila's moans grew louder, punctuated by a deranged smile, her eyes never leaving Marcus's.

On the tenth thrust, her moans were joined by those of the curly-haired blond. Leila ordered the man behind her to stop and quickly pivoted, placing her face in front of the man on the brink of orgasm.

Grabbing his face with both hands, she commanded, "Look at me." Their eyes locked as she whispered, "Go ahead, cover me..."

The boy let out a deep grunt as his small cock erupted, jamming a powerful jet of cum against her belly, covering her from navel to the black pubic hair. Marcus was mesmerized as droplets dripped down and caught in the dark hairs, the contrast beautiful. Before he could appreciate further, a second jet splattered her left breast. Lowering herself, Leila positioned to catch a third jet on her right breast.

The boy collapsed back, exhausted, as a fourth jet covered his rippling six-pack, followed by a fifth and a sixth.

"This is why I love playing with you, Paco... my never-ending source of cum," Leila murmured.

She repositioned before Marcus's body-double, who without hesitation resumed thrusting into her. Her eyes refocused on Marcus, and she seemed to speak directly to him.

"I know you're watching this," she paused to prepare for another thrust, "probably playing with yourself... ohhh," again pausing.

"I just wanted you to see the power of desire... uhhh..."

"Hmmm, get ready for the grand final... oooh yeah..."

"I'll show you the fantasy you played out this afternoon... uuuughh..."

She rubbed her cum-covered breasts, spreading the slickness before grabbing the mighty cock of the Asian boy, nodding approval to him.

Marcus was near climax but held back, wanting to see what would happen next.

Now fully erect, the Asian boy's cock was at least two or three times the size of what Marcus held in his own hand, slick with his own precum and a thick layer of Paco's semen.

To Marcus's surprise, the boy climbed onto the bed but stood facing Marcus's body double rather than one of Leila's inviting entrances, his cock right before his mouth. The anticipation sent a shiver over Marcus's skin as he imagined the taste and feel of the massive member, his own mouth watering as he involuntarily mimicked the open-mouthed anticipation shown in the tent.

At the crescendo, the tent erupted in a symphony of sound--Leila's strangled cries, her nails scraping against the silk, guttural moans and wet sucking noises as mouths and cocks came together, and the heavy, rhythmic slap of flesh. He longed for whatever any of them was feeling or tasting.

Loud moans erupted from all four. A muffled moan escaped Marcus's body double as he thrust uncontrollably into Leila while sucking the glorious cock. Marcus imagined himself in the exact position, climaxing at the thought.

Meanwhile, Leila was pleasured by the deep, soaking thrusts and the knowledge that she had pushed Marcus over the edge. Hearing his loud moans, she lost control. Her body shook with pleasure, followed by a cry as a wave of heat spread from her clit through her body. She tensed until she couldn't breathe. When the wave passed, her body relaxed and she collapsed forward.

Lying there, she felt drops hitting her buttocks--it was unclear whether it was from Marcus's body double's cock or the semen flooding from the massive cock in his mouth.

She was content, relaxed, and happy, covered in juices. Using her last strength, she whispered, "I hope you enjoyed that, Marcus... I know we did."

Marcus barely heard her words. After losing his load against the side of his tent, his knees gave way, and he slumped to the floor. A wide smile spread across his face as he slowly drifted to sleep.