The Fantasy Trove

Bobby experiences his first night as a Knight. Free food, booze, and women… What could go wrong?

 

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Chapter 03

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First Knight

 

“Future wife…” I trailed off, my mental capacity resetting at the notion. “Do you want to repeat that, but this time leave out the crazy talk?” I asked him, unable to hide my shock.

 

Al’s cheeks burned a little as he gave me a sheepish look. Not that they were much redder than his freckles already made them, but his body language said it all.

 

“Well… At least, according to my dad, he met my mom here, and, uh….” Al shook his head, looked around the lobby, then lowered his voice even more. I had to strain to hear him. “Since your dad didn’t tell you anything, and I think we’ll be good friends, I’ll let you know what I know. Tonight is supposed to be a test. I’m not sure how, but my father said that his future was decided by his actions the night he swore the oath. A couple recruits who pledged the same day got wasted drunk, and they barely made any rank afterward. They also met their wives that night. My dad is pretty sure I was, er… conceived that night as well. He used to laugh about how the drunks claimed they’d railed their women to the madres, but the women gossiped that they couldn’t even get it up.”

 

I stared at the scrawny man for a few seconds, trying to take that info in. How I behaved tonight might set my entire future? I wonder how my father behaved? Was he as much of a douchebag back then, and that’s why my mother and I suffered? Hell, did he meet my mom the night he swore in? Down that line of thinking were questions about my parents I didn’t want to be answered.

 

“If this is a test, then we’d probably better move through this lobby,” I said, gripping Al’s shoulder and pulling him towards the double doors in the back labeled ‘Dance Hall A.’ “Don’t want whoever is watching us thinking we’re too scared to walk in there.”

 

Al’s eyes grew large with concern. “You’re right! I hope I didn’t fuck up already! Thanks for looking out for me.”

 

“What are friends for?” I asked, cringing inside. It’s not that I disliked Al. Quite the contrary! He seemed like a nice guy if a little overzealous. But I wasn’t raised like him, swallowing the Kool-Aid of the Paladonic Knights from childhood. Sure, they protected humans from the freaks and monsters out there, but they also had a bad reputation. If not for my mother and concern for her, I never would have sworn the oath. After everything she gave up for me, I couldn’t abandon her, and I didn’t think I could take care of her on my own. At least, not right now.

 

As I read back over what I’ve written in my journal, I realize that makes me sound like some mamma’s boy. I’m not. I do, however, respect the woman that raised me on her own. It’s easy to look back and see all the times she sacrificed to make sure I had what I needed growing up. I’ll finish this interruption by stating that I wouldn’t be the man I am today without her support, and I’m not going to forget her. Never let it be said that I don’t pay back my debts, even if that means joining the terrorist organization of the Paladonic Knights.

 

We could hear music playing through the double door of the dance room as we approached. The doors opened on their own, and we were greeted to the site of a live band playing cover songs in one corner, the promised open bar in another, tables strewn around the edges, and a few people dancing in the middle. I recognized a few faces from the ceremony earlier, but there were many other faces I didn’t recognize. Almost all of them were close to my age. I honestly wondered if some of them were old enough to drink.

 

“Huh,” I heard Al say next to me, sounding disappointed.

 

“What’s wrong?” I asked, wondering how I was supposed to act to get the best results of this test.

 

“What? Oh, um, well…” Al looked around with a bit of a grimace. “I don’t want to give you the wrong idea, but I thought the women here would be—uh, how do I put this—better looking?”

 

I looked closer and noted that while none of the women here were ugly by any stretch, they also weren’t supermodels. More than a few couples were sitting at tables swapping spit, unconcerned about their PDA. “I think they look fine,” I said, not wanting to sound pompous.

 

“Oh, sorry,” Al apologized with a lopsided smile that looked forced. “I didn’t mean it like that. I guess I was just hoping that whoever I ended up with tonight would be a real babe, you know?”

 

I gave him a slap to the back and a genuine smile as I said, “Take it from someone with experience with real babes? Personality is far more important. The hot ones either tend to be crazy, cheaters, or too self-serving and self-absorbed. I’d much rather a woman I can grow old with than someone whose looks are going to fade over the years.” For some reason, my mind flashed to Charlotte. She was older than me, and goth wasn’t to my tastes, so why did I think of her? Was it just that she’d blown more than my mind with her skills in bed?

 

Al gave me a strange look before shrugging with a non-committal, “Yeah, I guess.”

 

I chose to ignore his attitude and looked around the room some more. The band was finishing up a song I barely recognized from the radio. They were all dressed in expensive-looking suits, and I wondered if they were Knights or even knew what this event was for. I guessed the former. An older man approached one of the tables with an amorous couple who looked ready to get naked in front of everyone and go at it. The older Knight interrupted them, then led them from the room. From the grins on their faces, I suspected they weren’t in trouble but would soon be in their own space, celebrating without an audience.

 

There were plenty of other women standing around in small clusters. In fact, there were easily more women than men here. I wondered at that, as there were far too many women here for the number of men I expected. Even if five times the men I swore in with showed up, there’s still be plenty of women going home alone tonight.

 

Then I noticed a couple guys our age going through a doorway in the back. I thought back over Al’s words that this was a test and wondered what we were supposed to do. It made sense that getting blackout drunk was a bad idea, and I didn’t think that egregious public displays of affection would give us any extra credit on this supposed test. Snooping around at an event held by a secret society that many world governments considered a terrorist organization also seemed like a bad idea. Especially when the band, drinks, and women were all out here.

 

“Let’s go,” Al said, cutting my thoughts short. I thought he wanted to leave the party, but instead, he moved across the room. Straight for the far door.

 

“Whoa, stop!” I gripped his shoulder to stall him. “We can’t just snoop around. Who knows what’s back there. I think we’re supposed to stay in here.”

 

Al’s head cocked to the side in thought before he answered me. “Didn’t the doorman say the entire hotel was at our service?”

 

“I don’t think that meant that—” I tried to say, but he grinned and cut me off.

 

“Besides, my dad told me not to accept the first room.”

 

I stared at the redheaded guy, trying to gauge if he were serious. What was that supposed to mean? Wasn’t the lobby the first room? Before I could form a response, he started walking again.

 

Maybe it was the week I was having, or Al’s easy attitude, or something else, but I muttered, “Fuck it!” and followed after.

 

This door led into a hallway. A lush red carpet led the way down the cream-walled path. I saw no sign of the other men that came through here a moment before. I thought this would have been a service hallway for the dance room, but now I realized it was for guests. The door clicked shut behind us, and something about its sound caught my attention. When I tried to open it from this end, it was locked.

 

“I guess there’s no going back,” I said, then turned to see that Al was already opening the second door on the left. “Why didn’t you try the first one?” I asked when I caught up to him.

 

Al shrugged as he pointed to the label next to this door. It read ‘Banquet Hall.’ I couldn’t see the title next to the first door. “If we shouldn’t accept the first room, why accept the second room? Besides, I’m hungry.”

 

I couldn’t find fault with his logic, though I didn’t necessarily agree. I didn’t want to get caught snooping around and end up with a low rank. However, when we stepped in, the delicious smells of cooked meats, sautéd vegetables, and tasty sweets somehow mingled together instead of fighting one another, making my mouth water.

 

My legs carried me to the nearest buffet-style table, laden with a steaming variety of delectable eats. Prime ribs, halibut, ribs, ham steaks, duck, and every other type of meat I could imagine lined the long table. Growing up poor, I’d never seen such a feast.

 

“What can I get you, Sir?” a man in a smartly dressed uniform asked. He held a plate in one hand and indicated the food with his other. I’m ashamed to admit that my first thought was that I couldn’t afford any of this. Then I recalled that it was all here for us and wouldn’t cost me anything.

 

Other than my soul for joining the Paladonic Knights, but that ship had already sailed.

 

I glanced at the cards next to each dish and grinned. “I’ll take a filet mignon, please,” I told the man. I’d heard of the steak but never actually got to try it. “Oh, and a lobster tail.”

 

He asked how I wanted the steak cooked, and I was confused. Wasn’t all meat cooked the same? Well, except for sushi, but I wasn’t that adventurous tonight.

 

“He’ll have it medium-rare,” Al came to my rescue. “And I’ll have mine rare.”

 

“Thanks,” I said as the server handed me my plate. I moved to another table and added mashed potatoes that weren’t instant and some onion rings to round out the meal. I stayed away from the desserts, not because they didn’t appeal to me, but because I didn’t want to seem greedy.

 

I found a table to sit at, and Al joined me a moment later. I barely paid him any mind as I cut into my steak. Juices flowed from the light pink meat, and my mouth watered even more as I caught the scent. I’d heard that there were different ways to cook meat, but this was the first time I’d ever tasted a steak that wasn’t black on the outside and brown throughout. My teeth sank in, and I moaned at how tender the morsel was. So juicy and moist! It was like a miniature orgasm of flavors and fluids exploded in my mouth. I know how disgusting that may sound, but it was a novel experience for me.

 

Next, I cut off a slice of the lobster and tossed it in my mouth. The texture wasn’t what I expected. It was somehow chewier than the filet but also softer.

 

“That goes a lot better dipped in garlic butter,” a feminine voice next to me said. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I thought Al was sitting next to me, but an attractive brunette sat there—with a plate more loaded than mine—when I turned and looked. She placed a small silver bowl next to my dish and added, “Here, dip it in this.”

 

I sliced off another piece of lobster on autopilot and dipped it in the yellowish liquid filling the bowl. When I placed it in my mouth, I thought I was in heaven. The taste of the butter, mixed with garlic and the lobster, all but melted on my tastebuds.

 

“Thanks,” I managed to utter, then finally noticed Al sitting across from me, a nice-looking, though heavier set, Asian woman next to him.

 

“You’ve got a little on your lip,” the brunette said to me, bringing my attention back to her. “Here, let me get that.” Before I knew what she planned, her thumb swiped across my bottom lip. Then she slipped that same digit between her plump red lips and grinned. “Yum!”

 

I knew she was flirting with me, and I also knew that all I had to do was say the word, and she’d follow me to a room, if what Al said was true. I took another look at her, doing what I’d cussed Adam out for doing earlier in small part. She was more attractive than any of the women in the previous room. Her blue eyes stood out in contrast with her tan skin and dark brown hair. She also had a bit more curve to her than the women from the dance room. I hated myself for looking at her like an object and tried to find clues on her personality.  I glanced at her plate again and was impressed with how much food she had. Impressed, because most women I know eat very little when on dates, and I liked ladies who don’t hold back.

 

And she didn’t hold back! She caught me off guard, and I found her tongue halfway down my throat. Her arms wrapped tight around my neck, pulling me into her soft bosom.

 

“Let him breathe, Meg!” the woman next to Al giggled.

 

Meg? I thought and froze. Memories of Megan, her fierce attitude, and fiery red hair flit through my mind, and before I knew it, I was pushing Meg off me. Megan was dead. She’d died last night while chasing after that other guy. I’d watched it on the holographic display at the tavern.

 

“I’m sorry,” I said as Meg gave me a hurt look. “I have to go.”

 

“Hey, hold up!” Al called after me as I headed for the nearest door. “You didn’t even finish your food.”

 

I felt like shit. Meg hadn’t deserved to be pushed away like that. And, while not as important, I’d never wasted food before. Two wasted opportunities at once, and all because I was still hung up on my damned ex.

 

Al reached me as I walked through a new door in the back of the dining hall. I heard it click behind us, and I knew without checking that I couldn’t go back. I just hoped that Meg didn’t follow after me.

 

“What happened?” Al asked as I leaned back against the wall. “She was way into you! Don’t like brunettes or something?”

 

“Or something,” I muttered. Then when I saw Al’s look of confusion, I added, “She reminded me too much of my ex. It’s complicated, and I don’t want to talk about it.”

 

“Fair enough,” Al said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “We should probably go back and apologize to those women, though. Huh… The door won’t open. Guess we’re going deeper, instead.”

 

I decided not to respond, ashamed and grateful that I wouldn’t have to face Meg. She didn’t deserve that.

 

We were in another hallway, identical to the first. I wondered how many such hallways existed and how many different rooms we’d find. The next room down the hallway read ‘Dungeon,’ and I quickly pushed Al past it. So far, we’d seen a dance hall and a dining hall, both of which matched their names. I had no interest in whips and chains, regardless of what side I was on. And if I read it wrong, I also didn’t want anything to do with more LARPers. The ‘Game Room’ piqued my interest, though, and Al followed me in.

 

The first things I noticed were the large holographic displays and the cacophony of clashing sounds. I immediately recognized what was being displayed on several screens. Racing games to my left, a popular FPS on my right, and a fighting game all played their sounds to confusion. A bank of computers ran in one corner, but I couldn’t see what they were playing. Once again, the women outnumbered the men. But unlike the other rooms, most of the women here weren’t that attractive. Those that were above average already had a man playing next to them.

 

“Hey, I don’t want to be one of those guys, but—” Al started to say, but I cut him off.

 

“Whenever someone starts a sentence like that with a ‘but’ in it, they always contradict themselves. Don’t say it.” I could see him eyeing the women here as well, and he didn’t look happy. Compared to the offerings in the previous room, I couldn’t blame him.

 

I tried to go back out, but once more, the door behind me remained closed. What was with this place not letting you go back” I felt like I was in some twisted horror gameshow.

 

“Hey, you two!” a particularly busty woman called out to Al and me. “I think I know you. Bobby, right? Wanna join me in a quick game of….”

 

I tuned her out as I walked to the back of the game room. My mind couldn’t help but notice one guy make a rookie mistake in his fighting game, opening him up to a brutal onslaught from his attractive opponent. As I passed the computers, I saw that they were playing the latest MOBA. One woman looked up and smiled at me, but I pushed on, hoping Al followed.

 

Outside that door, we were in yet another red-carpeted hallway.

 

“This place is weird,” Al said as the closing door blocked out the loud gaming noises. “You don’t think the next room will have uglier women, do you? I really regret not finishing my meal, and that Asian chic was pretty cute, even if she had a little extra meat on her bones.”

 

“I don’t know,” I muttered. “At this point, I want to find the exit and get out of here.”

 

“How do you think we’re doing in their test?” Al asked, bringing my mind to a screeching halt. I’d completely forgotten about that! What must it look like as we dart from room to room? I’d wasted food, rejected an attractive woman’s advances, and I didn’t even want to think about what that last room meant.

 

“Are you sure we’re being tested?” I asked back. “I mean, I don’t see any cameras, and the only older Knight I’ve seen was the one who hauled away that drunk couple. Maybe the band?”

 

“The fact that they were there to take that guy away means they’re watching us,” Al responded. “These hallways are starting to trip me out, though. I mean, they all look identical, yet have different rooms. And we can’t go back. I guess they’re using magic, somehow.”

 

“I think we should….” I trailed off, not sure of what we should do. It never occurred to me that magic was involved in this, and that would also explain how they’re watching us. “Let’s just find the next room and see what it holds,” I finished after a few seconds.

 

Al didn’t have any other advice to offer, and we moved down the hallway. This time we looked at all the rooms one by one.  We saw doors for Dance Hall B, Pharmacy, Conference room, and Cocktail Lounge.

 

“Based on the rooms we’ve been through already, I don’t think I want to go into the pharmacy,” I told Al. “It’s not like we need any drugs or anything.”

 

“What if it’s healing potions, though?” Al asked.

 

“If it is, then they lied to us about this place being safe for the night,” I said, thinking he might have played too many RPGs. The doorman mentioned this being a safe second home, but I’d never been in a home like this! Felt more like I was in a twisted funhouse. Hopefully, we were safe, though, as I hadn’t seen an actual exit sign since we entered the hotel.

 

“I wonder why there are two dance halls,” Al said as he approached that door. “Huh, I hear techno. No one listens to techno.”

 

I almost opened my mouth to say that I liked to when working out but decided to stay on topic. “So, conference room or cocktail lounge?”

 

“The conference room probably has some stuffy old ladies in there,” Al chuckled. “Besides, I could use a drink.”

 

I knew it was a mistake after the door closed behind us. At first, I struggled to see through the vape smoke hanging in the air. Once I did, I started looking for the exit. An older lady sat behind a grand piano, playing and singing a sappy love song. So far, there were fewer men in here than any other room we’d been in, but what caught my eyes were the women.

 

In all the other rooms, the women ranged in ethnicity but were pretty even when it came to looks and age. Here, age was the constant. Some were attractive, while others were not. But one and all, they were cougars. After my night with Charlotte, I wasn’t opposed to older women—heaven knows that big tittied goth woman showed me a thing or two—but if Al’s prediction that we could meet our future wives here held true, I wanted someone closer to my age.

 

“I think we should move on to another room,” I said over my shoulder, only to find that Al wasn’t there. Glancing around, I saw a blonde woman in a slinky silver dress sitting in his lap at the bar while a woman with salt and pepper hair nibbled on his neck.

 

If this were any normal situation, I’d have given him a thumbs-up and a grin. Older women or not, having two of them hitting on a buddy could only end in a wild night for that buddy. However, I saw the look of desperation in his eyes as he looked my way.

 

As I approached, trying to figure out what I’d say to extricate him, I felt strong arms circle my waist and turn me to see a green-eyed redhead, grinning wide.

 

“What’s the rush, dawlin?” she asked with a thick southern accent. “Your friend is in good hands. Play your cards right, and you could be in even better hands.”

 

“Uh, thanks, but—” I tried to pull away, but another woman pressed herself to my back.

 

“Stay and entertain us,” this new woman whispered in my ear, hot and breathy. “It gets so lonely in here. You wouldn’t want us to be lonely, would you?” I felt her tongue lick along the back of my right ear. While my mind knew I needed to go, being sandwiched between the two women had my body telling me to stay.

 

“I’m sorry, but we really need to be going,” I said, twisting my body hard enough to break free but not wanting to hurt the women.

 

It worked, whether because they didn’t expect it or they weren’t willing to hold me against my will. I reached Al, grabbed his arm, and hauled him up. “Come on, buddy. Let’s go.”

 

“Please don’t leave us,” one of the women called after us, her voice thick with pleading.

 

“Not again!” Another pouted. If they said any more, we didn’t hear them after the door closed behind us.

 

“Holy, shit!” Al gasped, staring at the door. “Those women were desperate. What do you think was going on?”

 

I shook my head, having no answer for him. Worst of all, my crotch was still tight and showed no signs of relaxing. I hadn’t been turned on that much, had I? Charlotte drained me pretty good last night, but I felt ready to try taking on the whole cheerleading squad at the university. Even if the head cheerleader was an ice queen.

 

“Still don’t want to try the pharmacy, right?” Al’s voice caught me as I turned to adjust my package.

 

I shook my head again, then noticed something different about the hallway. Not counting the door we came through, there were only three rooms to choose from. I couldn’t remember from the first hallway, but I was confident that there were always 4 rooms to choose from. Did that mean we were running out of options?

 

“Well, I don’t want to listen to techno, so I guess it’s the conference room,” Al said. “Thanks for helping me out back there. They were starting to get me riled up, and I might have made a mistake if you hadn’t pulled me away when you did. I’m not usually into older women, but they knew how to get my motor running!”

 

He shifted his hips, and I realized he was suffering the same issue I was. Had someone slipped us a pill? Maybe that was the reason for the pharmacy? To counteract whatever they gave us?

 

“Stay close to me this time,” I told Al as I walked to the Conference Room door. “It seems like the less attractive they are, the more desperate they become.” Where had the Knights gotten these women? Why were they acting like their life depended on getting us in the sack? Honestly, it made me a little sick. I hoped they weren’t being mistreated.

 

I also wondered if I should find a bathroom and rub one out. Making decisions while this horny couldn’t be a good idea.

 

Two steps into the conference room, and I relaxed. While it was still predominantly the prettier sex, they looked to be our age. They were dressed nice, in either sophisticated dresses or even a few suits. Soft music played, as women either chatted in small groups, played on their phones, or read books. I saw three other men, and all of them were talking to a woman. The atmosphere was relaxed, and so was I, other than the brain in my pants.

 

Best of all, the women in here were easily the most attractive. Of course, I might be a bit biased, as I have a thing for nerdy or smart-looking women.

 

“Would you get a look at her?” Al asked, and I looked to where he indicated. “Uh, I hope you don’t mind, but I think I found who I want to try my luck with.”

 

He took a step in the woman’s direction, but I placed my hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

 

“You might want to reconsider,” I told him, examining the women that’d caught his eye. She was an incredible stunner, slender, round face, a dress that hinted at what was underneath without having to flaunt it, and her hair done up in an intricate design. I would have thought her well out of his or my league under normal circumstances, but I suspected the usual rules didn’t apply tonight. The problem I had with her was that hair.

 

“You’ve got to be careful with redheads,” I warned him. “They’ll act all sweet and innocent, then stab you in the back the first chance they get. There’s a reason they say you’ll get burned when playing with a fire-crotch.”

 

“Oh really?” Al’s voice dripped sarcasm. Too late, I remembered that he was also a redhead, though his hair was more orange than red, and the women’s hair was a deep scarlet. “Tell me, should I start sharpening my knife now or wait for when you least expect it?”

 

“I—Shit. I didn’t… I mean…” I grimaced, trying to figure out how to recover from insulting him. “I’m sorry, Al. My ex was a redhead. She led me on for a while, telling me she loved me, then I found her making out with another man… with one of those freaks, no less. She left me for him, and I just don’t want to see you get hurt like that. I know it’s unfair, but every redhead female I or a friend dated—well, it didn’t end well. I had a friend offer me that advice before I asked Megan out, and I wish I would have listened.”

 

Al scowled at me a moment longer before saying, “I’m guessing this is the same ex you mentioned earlier? I think I might know how to handle one of my kind. Besides, gotta keep the bloodlines pure, right? Can’t risk putting a soulless redheaded child into a brunette or blonde, right?” I stared at him a moment longer before his demeanor cracked, and he grinned from ear to ear. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but I can handle myself in this arena.”

 

I didn’t want to say I doubted that. I am by no means a good judge of men’s looks. Freckles on a woman are attractive, but I didn’t think the reciprocal was true.

 

“Well, what about those two?” I asked, trying to change the direction of his aim. A taller woman with a broad smile talked to a petite black woman with dirty-blonde dyed hair. Either woman was eye-catching, though I found my eyes lingering on the taller brunette. They were also looking at us. “Let’s go talk to them.”

 

Al hesitated a moment before giving me a nod. “Right behind you.”

 

I didn’t waste a moment, making a beeline for the women. My pants were still a little uncomfortable, and I hoped they wouldn’t notice. They both glanced at me, each giving me a shrewd appraisal as I stepped up to them and spoke. “Evening, ladies. My friend and I were wondering if we could keep you company?” As far as pickup lines go, that had to be the worst I’d ever given. I blame it on the lack of blood flow to the brain above my shoulders. But, based on how everything else in this crazy hotel seemed to be geared towards pleasing the newly sworn-in Knights, I didn’t think it would matter.

 

“Your friend?” the short blonde asked, looking around.

 

I turned to indicate Al and groaned. Not only was he not at my side, but he was giggling at something the redhead just said to him. The man tricked me! He saw me looking, then mimicked a stabbing action and winked.

 

“Heh, well, I guess it’s just me,” I turned back to the women and tried to salvage my pride. Maybe I deserved that from him, and perhaps I didn’t. Either way, I was on my own now.

 

Both women regarded me with smirks. I got a distinct impression that these women weren’t pushovers. In fact, there was unmistakable intelligence behind their eyes.

 

“So, tell me, Bobby,” the taller one spoke as she tucked a strand of light brown hair behind her left ear. “What makes you think that you’re worth our time?”

 

“How do you know my name?” I asked, suddenly wary.

 

“I guess he doesn’t recognize us, Elly,” the petite woman said.

 

“I can understand him not recognizing me,” the brunette added. “I only share a single class with him. It’s not like I cheer at every one of his sports games.”

 

“Oh, I think he’s figured it out,” the short woman smiled, her dazzling white teeth standing out against her darker skin.

 

I put on my most charming smile in an attempt to hide my unease. “We all go to the same school,” I said. That would mean someone at my school would know that I’m a Knight now. I know I’m supposed to keep that secret, and I didn’t see how this would play out. Since I couldn’t change the circumstances, I decided to see where they would take me. “I guess I didn’t expect to run into anyone I know here. And to be fair, Shayna, I’m used to seeing you in a cheerleader’s outfit, not a power suit.”

 

Despite the smile on my lips, mentally, I cursed my luck. Shayna was the ice-queen head cheerleader. There were urban legends about how brutally she turned down men’s and women’s advances. Every jock knew to steer well clear of her.

 

Elly’s broad smile grew hungry as she teased, “Okay, so picking out the head cheerleader is easy. Almost everyone recognizes her.”

 

I’ll admit here, though never to her face, that it took me a moment longer to place her. “You go by Eleanor in class, not Elly. And I’m pretty sure if you showed up in our biology class wearing a dress like that—professional looking or not—everyone in the class would be thinking of a different biology lesson.”

 

Her chagrined look told me I hit the mark. “I’m sure not everyone would be thinking that. My psych professors would be talking about Freud this, or Nietzsche that. Dr. Bins—”

 

“Doctor Bins,” I cut in, stressing his title the way he tended to when someone accidentally calls him professor, “is an old man, and he would have a heart attack if you walked in like that. To hear my roommate tell stories about when he was younger, Dr. Bins wasn’t always the upstanding Mormon role model.”

 

Elly met my gaze as Shayna burst out laughing. It only took the taller woman a moment before her façade broke, and she met me grin for grin.

 

“I guess you’re more than the mindless jock and gamer people say you are,” Elly chuckled, a glint in her light brown eyes. This close, I realized her eyes match her hair. Inside I writhed at her comments. I wasn’t a 4.0 student, but I was close. I worked hard in sports, gaming, and academia. The Knight’s may have paid for my tuition and fees, but I felt I’d earned my place at the university.

 

“What?!” I mocked outrage. “I’d be offended if I knew what mindless meant.”

 

Shayna laughed at my weak joke, and for the first time this evening, I felt relaxed. These women weren’t trying to pull me into a corner, and I felt comfortable talking to them. I was reminded a bit of Charlotte’s sharp wit and felt comfortable conversing with these two.

 

I didn’t know them well, but I’d seen them around campus. Shayna had her reputation. Elly was always quiet in class, but I recall thinking that she’d be cuter if she didn’t cover herself up all the time. As I spared a moment to admire her, I wondered why she didn’t flaunt what she obviously had. Not that I’d ever say that to her face. Women have the right to wear whatever they want. If she wanted to hide her beauty and body, I wasn’t going to tell her otherwise.

 

“You’re staring,” Elly said. She didn’t seem angry but just stating a fact. “You’re wondering why I don’t dress nicer for classes, aren’t you?”

 

“I’d think you were reading my mind if you hadn’t told me you’re a psych major,” I shrugged as I replied.

 

“Do you know how many men have told me I’d be cuter if I smiled, or dressed better, or any of a thousand other inane things?” Elly asked.

 

Is she reading my mind? I wondered. If you can hear me, rub your right ear. If she’d listened to my thoughts, she didn’t let on. Please don’t notice my raging boner! Her eyes didn’t drop to my crotch. I was pretty sure my thoughts were safe in my head.

 

“Yeah,” Shayna cut in. “They think they’re paying us a compliment. As if saying we don’t look good, but we could, is any praise. Morons!”

 

I hid my grimace as I remembered having done that same thing in high school. It took a friend explaining to me why that was insulting for me to stop.

 

“While I can’t deny you look exceptional tonight,” I said, picking my words carefully, “I think you may have the right idea. You both strike me as the type that goes to school to learn. You’re not there as the rest of us neanderthals, wondering when you’ll get your next drink or who’s sleeping with who.”

 

Both women stared at me, shocked. I wondered if I’d accidentally misspoke and said something wrong.

 

“Nope,” Shayna said as I grew uncomfortable. “Not a brainless jock or gamer at all.”

 

“You’re not who I pegged you as,” Elly added. I raised my eyebrow in an unasked question, and she chuckled before continuing. “You really don’t think we haven’t heard about your blurse, do you?”

 

I stopped, stunned, before grimacing and saying, “I don’t believe in that nonsense, but if people are willing to take me out and buy me drinks, who am I to turn them down?”

 

“Neanderthal,” Shayna poked me in the side, and I realized how my comment sounded.

 

“That’s brainless neanderthal to you,” I shot back with my cheesiest grin.

 

Shayna’s blue eyes sparkled as she gazed up at me. As our eyes continued to meet, I realized there was a spark growing between us. Am I thawing the ice queen?

 

“I’d tell you two to get a room, but there are a couple problems with that,” Elly said, and I tore my eyes away. Elly was only a few inches shorter than me, though tall for a woman, and she managed to meet my gaze with a smile. “One, your friend is coming over here. And two, you’d leave me here alone.”

 

“You’re welcome to join us,” I said as I turned to look for Al, then froze as those words played back in my head. Throughout our conversation, I’d tried to portray myself as a gentleman, and then I say something cocked up like that? Silence met my words, and I didn’t dare look at either woman. I waited for them to start calling me a chauvinist pig or something equally as accurate after my comment. I wanted to blame the raging boner in my pants—seriously, why the hell wouldn’t it go down?!?—but I also knew that given even half the chance to be with these two, I’d walk on burning coals for it.

 

“You heard him say that, right?” Elly asked in an even tone. I cringed, waiting for the inevitable explosion.

 

Before Shayna could respond, Al joined us with the stunning redhead linked in his arm. “Hey, Bobby. I’d like you to meet Jolene. Jolene, this is my friend, Bobby.”

 

My throat felt dry as I began to speak. Mentally, I scrambled to figure out how to recover from my faux pas. I’m sure Elly thought I’d made quite the Freudian slip. “Nice to meet you, Jolene. This is Elly and Shayna. We all go to university together.”

 

Then, to my utter shock, I felt both my arms taken. Shayna, on my left, took and interlaced her fingers in mine. Elly, on my other side, slipped her arm in, linking our elbows.

 

“We all know each other,” Jolene laughed softly. Her voice came out smooth and confident. Her demeanor struck me as a woman who knew her worth and felt no need to flaunt it. She wore a pair of spectacles on her face, framing her hazel eyes.

 

I had a flashback of Megan for the briefest moment, but I shoved down the emotions that rose up. From the shit-eating grin splitting Al’s face, I could tell that he was beyond giddy with hooking this woman. I hoped that he wouldn’t regret it.

 

Besides, through luck or fate, I had two incredible women at my side right then. I squeezed Shayna’s hand while tightening Elly’s arm against my side.

 

“I see someone finally caught your eye,” Elly said to Jolene. I thought for a moment that she was snide until she added, “I’m glad!”

 

“Well, what can I say?” Jolene still had that laugh in her voice as she spoke. “Al is the first man brave enough to talk to me. Even though this is my third year going to these things, no one has ever talked to me. I was afraid I’d end up in the cocktail lounge.”

 

“This is my fourth year,” Elly added. “Trust me when I say that most the men that stumble in here are mindless idiots. You’re lucky the first one to talk to you wasn’t.”

 

“Neanderthals,” Shayna giggled, bumping my leg with her hip to drive the joke in.

 

“Well, I hate to rush things,” Jolene’s smile faltered, “but has he mentioned which rooms they’ve been through yet?”

 

The women on either side of me leaned forward to look at each other, then up to me. “No,” they said in unison.

 

This time when Jolene laughed, there wasn’t much humor in it, and I felt a pit forming in my stomach.

 

“They were smart enough to avoid the pharmacy, but they’ve been in nearly every other room,” Jolene said in a way that carried import, though I couldn’t tell what that may be. Was that part of the test? Had we failed because we went to too many rooms? I was glad we hadn’t gone to the pharmacy and wondered if my hunch about drugs was correct. Was there another room we should have avoided?

 

“Oh,” Shayna said, with equally heavy import. “I wondered why he was so….”

 

So… what?!? I screamed in my head, wondering what I was missing.

 

“You mean they went through the cocktail lounge, and he still managed not to make a complete jackass out of himself?” Elly asked.

 

“What’s wrong with the cocktail lounge?” I asked. “I mean, the ladies in there were a little more than forward, but—”

 

“They didn’t have anything to drink in there, but they did eat a little bit in the dining room,” Jolene interjected.

 

The women on either side evaluated me for a few seconds, then in unison, their gazes dropped to the unmistakable bulge in my pants. Was it getting hot in here? Until that moment, I had no idea that it was possible to feel ashamed, mortified, and very horny all at the same time. And for the record, no, that is not some kink I have.

 

“If you ladies are amenable,” Jolene went on as though everything they were saying made perfect sense, “I think we should escort them out of here.”

 

“Out?” I asked. By the sounds of it, we had failed and failed hard. Instead of getting lucky, they were kicking us out. Except, there was no out—only that damned red-carpeted hallway. “We can’t get out,” I muttered, trying to think clearly.  I knew I was missing something, but between the events of the night—hell, the last couple of days—having two gorgeous women on each side of me and a rock-hard throbbing erection that would put steel girders to shame, it was hard to figure it out. Sure, I was horny, but I was a young man. I’m always horny. I chalked my issues up to not having enough blood in the proper brain.

 

Despite my words, the women led us to the exit. I was about to mention how pointless it was and that I didn’t want to leave yet, but I found the lobby on the other side when they opened the door. Playing back over the rooms we’d walked through, it was physically impossible for the entrance to be outside that door, but there we were.

 

The five of us walked up to the lobby clerk. I hung my head in shame, waiting for them to call for security and have us removed. I felt awful for dragging Al through this. Being a Knight was his childhood dream. Looking back, I should have let him hook up with that Asian babe in the dining room. Sure, she couldn’t hold a candle to Jolene, but better that than to have met her and have her reject him.

 

“Are you sure?” the clerk asked.

 

“Sure,” Al said, though I didn’t know what was being asked.

 

“It’s probably for the best,” Shayna added.

 

“Bobby?” Jolene asked, and I realized they were waiting on me.

 

“Yeah,” I agreed to whatever they wanted, rather than make a scene.

 

“Kinky,” Elly giggled next to me.

 

Wait… Kinky? The world came back into laser focus as I saw the clerk hand over one room card.

 

One.

 

My growing suspicions were confirmed when the women led us to the elevator and not the exit. Before I had an opportunity to ask what I’d agreed to, the elevator doors closed. That alone wouldn’t have stopped me. Shayna jumped into my arms and stared excitedly into my eyes as she bit her bottom lip and wrapped her slender legs around my waist. Elly nuzzled into my neck with a soft murmur. Combined, they stopped me from thinking anything beyond an animalistic desire. Neanderthal indeed. Me smash and fuck women. With the concern that I was getting booted gone, relief and a powerful desire to knock the bottom out of these women overcame me.

 

Just as Shayna leaned in to kiss me, the elevator doors opened. Shayna’s legs relaxed to be let down, but I wasn’t having it. My hands gripped her petite bum as I carried her into a hallway—this one with a tasteful blue and gold carpet. She weighed next to nothing as Elly stayed glued to my side, and I followed Jolene and Al to our single room.

 

I’d never had sex with another couple in the room. For that matter, I’d never been with more than one woman. Some part of my brain that wasn’t overcome with lust screamed that this wasn’t right. This wasn’t who I am. I’m a one-woman man.

 

But as Al fumbled with the key card, I started wondering if I’d get into any trouble taking these two women in the hallway. I no longer cared who saw. I understood the couple that’d been escorted out of that first room.

 

My hands slipped further under Shayna, intending to undo my fly when the door finally opened. My fingers moved to the crotch of her pants instead as I rushed inside. I intended to throw the dark-skinned woman down on the nearest bed and have my way with her, but events conspired against me.

 

First of all, Al made it to the closest bed before I could. I was grateful to see two king-sized beds in what turned out to be a massive suite. Second, and more importantly, Shayna worked herself out of my arms with Elly’s help, and they stepped away from me. I’d have worried that I’d done something wrong, but the hungry look in Shayna’s blue eyes and the lusty way Elly licked her lips told me I was good. Some distant part of my brain worried that this was some elaborate rejection by Shayna, but if it was, I would walk into it with my stiff prick leading the way.

 

“I know you’re in a hurry,” Elly said, “but give us a moment to prepare. It’s not every night we lose our virginity.”

 

My knees buckled at those words, and I landed on the bed. I stared, dumbfounded, as all three women went to the bathroom.

 

Virgins? I thought. All three of them?!

 

“Did they just say what I think they said?” Al asked me. He looked as dumbfounded as I felt.

 

“I… Yes, they did,” I said, feeling the tent in my pants grow even tighter. Al gave me a slightly green-tinged look. I assumed he was nervous about taking a woman’s virginity. “Don’t worry. Take it slow, and I’m sure everything will turn out fine. Listen to her, and follow any guidance she gives.”

 

“What? No, I know that, but…” He searched for words before continuing. “We may have been drugged. I’m guessing you’re having the same issue I am with our libido? I was talking with Jolene, and when I mentioned the dining room, she grew nervous. She joked that at least we hadn’t gone to the cocktail lounge, as we’d never have made it out. When I told her we had, she grew nervous. Said something about aphrodisiacs in the food and air, then rushed us over to you.”

 

“Well, that explains the Excalibur in my pants,” I chuckled. “I don’t know why they would do that, though. It’s not like I have a hard time getting it up.”

 

“I’m guessing it has something to do with the test,” Al shrugged. “Kinda explains why the women in those rooms were so feisty, though.”

 

“Yeah, I’m glad we got out of there when we did,” I said with a glance to the bathroom. “If we’d stayed longer, I might have ended up with one of the other women instead of the two intelligent beauties walking out of the other room.”

 

“Just glad, huh?” Jolene teased.

 

“They’re still dressed, so they couldn’t have been too happy,” Elly fake pouted.

 

I sat, stunned, looking at the three women. Each wore an outfit that managed to flaunt every delicious curve of their body while hiding all the naughtiest parts.

 

Jolene wore a light blue lace baby doll that accentuated her grapefruit-sized breasts, opening into an inverted V to display her pierced bellybutton with a matching blue gem. She still wore her glasses, making her eyes look large, though she’d let her fiery red hair down to cascade around her shoulder.

 

Shayna wore an opaque white chemise that flowed around her slender body and pushed up her modest bust. It hung down to mid-hip, allowing her thin white boy-shorts panties to peek out. Her belly button was also pierced but with a clear jewel.

 

My eyes riveted on Elly. She was the most covered up in her lingerie and yet the most stunning to my gaze. Her red spaghetti-strap nightgown molded to every inch, from her ample bust—where I could make out the unmistakable outline of her hard nipples—down her slender waist before flaring out below the hips. Because of how the silky material molded to her like a second skin, I could see that she wore nothing underneath, though she also had a navel piercing.

 

I’ll just come right out and say it now. Red is my favorite color, despite my issues with redheads. Or maybe it’s because of them? That’s something for my therapist to decide. I hope she never reads this.

 

“I guess they weren’t that excited,” Shayna giggled, snapping me out of my daze. “They’re still just sitting there, drooling.”

 

I was not drooling! I even wiped at my mouth, to be sure. I was, however, stunned by the sheer sensual power radiating off the three women. They’d looked gorgeous in the conference room. Now they looked divine.

 

“It’s hard to do more than drool when such royalty stands before us.” Al somehow had the ability to compliment them.

 

Get it together! I psyched myself up. “Don’t sell them short, Al,” I said, working to keep myself from grabbing all three and having my way with them. “Beauty such as that could only come from divinity.”

 

All three women blushed, showing that our compliments were working, but Jolene smirked as she said, “And yet you’re still dressed. I don’t know, ladies. I thought we’d picked intelligent men, but they appear to be too much gentlemen and not enough animal.”

 

I knew she was just goading us. Perhaps it was the last couple of days, or maybe it was the iron pole trying to burst from the front of my pants, but at that moment, I lost any semblance of a gentleman.

 

Or I would have, as I stood and tore at my clothes. I noticed Al doing the same, but Elly was the one to slow us.

 

“A couple things, guys,” she said in a soothing tone that managed to break through the lust fogging my thoughts. “This isn’t a free-for-all. Jolene chose Al, while Shayna and I agreed to come here with Bobby. It will stay that way.”

 

“And please remember that we’re virgins,” Shayna added, a slight quiver in her voice.

 

That last statement had a contradicting effect on me. It simultaneously drove me to rush and deflower both women while urging me to care and worry for the pain they’d soon experience. Elly’s statement about who was honored by who didn’t bother me. Jolene was hot, sure, but I still got the better part of that deal.

 

“Fine by me!” Al finished disrobing as he spoke. “I get the best-looking one!”

 

I opened my mouth to argue how wrong he was, but Elly moved up to me and cut me off with a powerful kiss. Her hands assisted to undress me as her firm breasts mashed against my chest.

 

“It’s not a competition,” Shayna stood on the bed behind me and whispered in my ear. “If it were, we’d be the lucky ones, with the best looking man.” I felt her teeth nibble the back of my neck as her hands slipped between Elly and me.

 

Elly pulled away from the kiss to pull my shirt over my head, then said, “I saw the look of worry on your face. Don’t worry about hurting us. Our hymens were popped years ago. But you’ll still be the first man any of us have been with.”

 

I was curious about how she stressed that statement, but at that moment, my pants dropped to my ankles, and I felt slender fingers wrap around my girth. Elly’s lips pressed back against mine, the silk of her nighty the only lubricant between our bodies. A deep moan bubbled from my chest as Shayna’s hand was joined by one of Elly’s. The two women worked in sync to caress my length for a moment before Elly pulled back again.

 

This time her eyes were wide as she stared down at my manhood. “I take that back,” she muttered as Shayna looked over my shoulder and down my body. “You’ll want to be careful after all, unless you’re into punishing us and making it so we can’t walk for a week.”

 

“Yep, we won the competition,” Shayna moaned directly into my ear. “Not that Al isn’t packing also, but I like where I am. I just hope you have enough for the both of us.”

 

Between their compliments and my own artificially inflated libido, I felt like I could take on an entire Amazon tribe. Instead of answering with words, I remembered the earlier comment about not being enough of an animal. With a hungry growl, I swept Elly into my arms, turned, and tossed her onto the bed, making her large tits jiggle behind their covering. Shayna managed to stay on my back, and I felt her legs grip my sides. Her weight was negligible as I crawled onto the bed over Elly’s feet. Looking up, I confirmed she wasn’t wearing panties.

 

The taller woman grinned down her body at my passenger and me. “A woman could get used to being looked at like that,” she smiled and sucked in the side of her bottom lip. I looked over my right shoulder to see Shayna licking her lips as she admired Elly.

 

Lowering my torso, I planted a soft kiss on the inside of Elly’s right calf. Shayna slid up my back, and I felt a slimy trail follow her, indicating how aroused she was. If I could feel that through her panties, they must be soaked.

 

It was a bit awkward for a moment as I trailed kisses up Elly’s legs, and Shayana preceded me with kisses on her covered abdomen. As I reached the juncture of the thighs, I found myself sandwiched between two pussies. I’m pretty sure I heard the ladies making out, but I had a different set of lips to kiss as the bottom of Elly’s gown was pushed up to her hips.

 

Getting a good look at Elly’s cunt, I liked how well she kept it trimmed, with light brown fuzz in the shape of a heart an inch above her clitoris. I planted a kiss on that design as Shayna ground herself against the back of my head. Elly’s hips undulated, and I knew what she wanted.

 

Still, I took my time, kissing around her mound, spiraling inward. Meanwhile, I flattened on my stomach between her smooth legs and moved my hands up her slender sides until they reached her impressive breasts. More than a handful, I found Shayna’s hands already teasing the hard nubs. Unable to see to verify, I assumed that her silk nightgown was pulled down to free her larger mammaries.

 

“Stop teasing me,” Elly whined, increasing the movements of her hips. I ignored her plea for only a few more moments as I waited for her to move into alignment. Then I lunged forward a tiny fraction and mashed my lips against hers. “Oh, yes!” I heard as I slipped my tongue between her folds and got a good taste. She was already soaked, and I got a tongue full of her fluids. I’m not sure what she uses to stay clean, but her tangy flavor was unique and delicious. With another hungry growl, I shoved my tongue in as far as I could while nuzzling her clit with my nose.

 

Realizing that Shayna was doing more for Elly’s breasts than I was, I brought my left hand down around her mound, pinching her outer labia together over her tiny clit. My right hand moved palm down, and I inserted my middle finger. She. Was. Tight! Thankfully, she was also very slick. It took me a moment to get my finger in to the second knuckle, and I worried about when she would try to take my second brain into her. Then I felt her relax and realized she was using her floor muscles to make herself tighter. She was still tight, but I didn’t think I’d have to spend a week stretching her out first. I was curious about what virgin knew to use tricks like that but was more concerned with giving her pleasure.

 

My left hand massaged her clit while still pinching it between her outer labia. I’d read about this trick, and from my understanding, I was essentially jacking her magic nub as I slowly fingered her. When I leaned back in and licked between her folds, she exploded. Her hips bucked so hard, she thrust the back of my head hard against Shayna’s crotch. The dark-skinned woman grunted and rolled off my back.

 

I looked up Elly’s body to see Shayna’s lips latched onto her left nipple. Elly’s eyes rolled back in her head as her body shuddered in climax.

 

Something about the Way Elly acted when she first saw my manhood told me that I could do almost anything I wanted to these women tonight. It was in the way she’d said, “Unless you’re into punishing us…” I hoped I was right in that assumption because I wasn’t going to ask for permission. Slipping my ring finger out while sliding my pointer into her quivering quim, I made sure to get enough of her fluids on my finger. Timing it just as she started to come down from her orgasm, I slipped that finger into her rectum.

 

Her hips bucked again as her groaned, “Oh, fuuuuccckkkk!” filled the room. I doubled the speed of my fingers and let go of her folds with my left hand. Latching my lips right on her clit, I sucked hard and nibbled lightly. It took less than a few seconds before I felt her second orgasm crash through her. I continued my onslaught, working to drive her orgasm even higher until I felt her fingers dig into my hair. She pulled with enough force that I worried she’d pull my hair out.

 

“Enough!” Elly panted, an unmistakable lust in her brown eyes. “I can’t take any more of that.”

 

I carefully pulled my fingers from her still quaking pussy and gave her a sloppy grin. “If that’s all you can handle, then you’re in trouble for the next part.”

 

I saw her shudder at my words, but from her grin, I knew they’d pleased her.

 

“Is he that good?” Shayna asked. Her voice carried both notes of hope and trepidation.

 

“We don’t have to worry about the horror stories,” Elly said as she cupped her friend’s cheek. “Even if his dick game is weak, he knows how to use his mouth and hands.”

 

“Hey, I’m right here.” Despite her compliment on my cunnilingus skills, I got a little defensive. “My dick game is not weak.”

 

“Then get up here and show me!” she spread her legs wide and held her arms out to me.

 

“Beg for it,” I told her, not wanting to jump at her directions. I wanted to be in control here, even as I tried to make sure this night would be one we all remembered.

 

I saw both women smirk, but Elly dropped her hands to her inner thighs, spreading her labia with her thumbs. “I want your thick cock deep inside me, Bobby. I want to feel every inch of that beast pounding me harder and faster with each second. Please, Bobby. Don’t make me wait any longer. Take my virginity, Bobby Brody. Take it, and with it, all of me.”

 

I still couldn’t believe that she was giving me such a gift—that both women were willing to. I couldn’t wait any longer. Moving up Elly’s body, I positioned my throbbing cock at her entrance.

 

“Just a moment!” Shayna interrupted before I could slide in. “She might be wet enough, but I’m sure you’re not.” Her hand pressed against my chest, moving me back enough to get her head positioned. She spit on my cock and gripped me around the base. “Fuck, this thing is thick,” I heard her mutter before moving closer and taking the head between her thick lips. She spent only a few moments slobbering and coating my rod with her saliva, but more than one moan escaped my throat at her ministrations. Elly used this time to entirely free herself of her smooth red gown.

 

When Shayna pulled away, I almost asked her to go back, but then I remembered the other prize before me. Shayna aimed me for a few inches below the base of the heart-shaped fuzz. Then with her right hand at my base, her left hand gripped my ass cheek and pushed me forward.

 

Are they really virgins? I had time to wonder at how sure they acted in their actions. I know I was a nervous wreck my first time—and that’s all I’ll ever say about that experience. Then Elly’s nether-lips kissed my slippery cockhead, and I forgot to care. I kept enough presence of mind to go slow, but otherwise, my universe centered on the growing feeling of entering Elly for the first time.

 

Her inner folds welcomed my intrusion slowly. I felt her use her inner muscles to alternate between relaxing and squeezing, sucking me deeper in the process. Those few seconds seemed to last for an hour, but I didn’t care. She was wet, hot, and oh-so-tight!

 

Once I was halfway seated within her, I pulled back until only the tip was in, then slid forward, a little faster this time. I watched as Elly’s labia stretched around my girth, and she moaned, deep in her chest. It only took me a few more strokes until I felt her cervix kissing my tip. I still had about an inch to go, but something else caught my attention. The red jewel at her navel glowed. At least, I think it shone and wasn’t some trick of the light.

 

Before I could think or ponder on it, Elly propped herself up, placed her arms around my neck, and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I managed to catch myself before my total weight landed on her as our tongues battled for dominance.

 

“That’s it,” Shayna whispered with an odd edge to her voice. “Take her and make her yours. Claim her. Own her.”

 

“Oh, fuck, that’s deep!” I heard a scream from the bed next to us. I’d completely forgotten about Al and Jolene. Despite myself, I broke the kiss to look over at them. Al lay on his back, with Jolene thrusting her hips hard atop him. The man had both her tits in his hands as she threw her head back and came.

 

Good for him, I thought, then turned my attention back to Elly. Arching my back, I was able to suckle her turgid right nipple between my lips. Placing my weight on my elbows, I was able to roll her left nipple between the fingers of my right hand.

 

I felt Shayna get behind me as my hips set their own rhythm and grew worried. I’m not into getting pegged. The worry doubled when I felt her hands on my hips. I turned to warn her off, but I needn’t have worried. She used her grip to increase my pace, pushing me in and out of her friend. I noticed that she’d removed her panties but not her top.

 

Is she self-conscious about having the smallest breasts? I wondered as her hands increased my pace. I hope not. Big or small, I love ‘em all.

 

Elly let out a string of profanity below me, and I realized that I was entirely inside her with each thrust. She didn’t sound like she was in pain, and she wasn’t trying to pull away from me, so I picked up the pace on my own. Elly’s hands scrabbled and gripped the bedspread as she threw her head back and let out one long moan. I felt her tighten up around me, even as a small gush of her fluids leaked out.

 

“Shit, I’m close!” I warned them, trying to pull out. I’d wanted to last longer, but Elly felt too good.

 

Instead of pulling out, Elly’s legs wrapped around my hips, holding me firm as Shayna pushed hard on my hips.

 

“Stop, or I’m going to—” I tried again to warn them. I scrunched my eyes shut, focusing on delaying my orgasm. I should have been able to overpower both women, but they were stronger than I thought.

 

“Cum in me,” Elly crooned. “Fill me. I want to feel it deep inside.” Elly used her inner muscles to milk me, and the contest was done before I ever stood a chance. Grunting, I fired volley after volley against her cervix. This at least seemed to set Elly off again, which felt incredible as I came. “So warm. So full… So goooood!”

 

Elly relaxed her legs, and Shayna moved from behind. I pulled out and didn’t miss the puddle of mixed juices that followed after my departure.

 

“Why did you do that?” I asked, horrified. “Are you on the pill?”

 

“Relax,” Elly murmured, a dreamy look on her face. She cupped her sex for a moment, then brought the leakage up to her face and licked her hand clean. “Everything is taken care of.”

 

I didn’t know exactly what that meant but took it as a good sign.

 

“Okay,” I sighed as I laid next to her. “Just don’t scare me like that again.”

 

“Oh, you know you enjoyed it,” Shayna chuckled as she trailed her fingers up my inner thigh. “In fact, I’d say from the fact that you’re still hard that you enjoyed it more than you’re willing to admit.”

 

Surprised, I looked down my body and saw that I was still standing at full mast. Maybe not quite as had as before, but showing no signs of relaxing. I couldn’t believe it until I remembered what Al said about the aphrodisiacs. They must still be in my system. If the Paladonic Knights had something like that, they’d make a killing from it off the black market. It was better than Viagra!

 

“Damn, and it looks even tastier now than it did before,” Shayna cooed as she ran one finger up my slick length. She brought that finger to her lips and sucked it clean while holding eye contact with me. “Care to clean him off with me, Elly? You both taste great.”

 

“Delighted to,” Elly moved sluggishly and laid her head on my stomach. “I’ll need your help, though. That took more out of me than I expected.”

 

Shayna obliged by leaning in and using her thick lips to push my cockhead towards Elly’s wide mouth. The taller woman suckled me in with a groan that sent my sensitive tip on overload. This time I was the one to grip the sheets, though I made no move to stop them.

 

“Yes, I’m all yours, Al,” Jolene panted next to us. He was now plowing into her from behind with long powerful strokes—the sounds coming from them sloppy and wet. “Cum in me again, stud. I’m yours, forever and always. And you’re mine!” Her tits swayed with the force of their movements, almost hypnotizing in their effect.

 

“I think he’s more than ready,” Elly said. I couldn’t tell from the angle we were at if she were playing with herself or rubbing her stomach, but her arm moved in a slow rhythmic fashion.

 

“He might be,” Shayna crooned, “but I think I’m going to need a little bit more before I can safely accept this beast.” The dark-skinned woman turned her body around to plant her mound over my face.

 

Looking at her slim snatch, I noted the dark landing strip above and how shiny her innie slit already shown. Everything about this woman is tiny, I thought. I’d wondered somewhere in the back of my mind if she dyed her hair lighter, and seeing the short black strip confirmed it. Not that I minded. In fact, it told me this was a woman that cared about her appearance and took care of herself. I no longer worried if this was some prank on the ice queen’s part and wondered what I’d done to earn this chance with her. Somehow I’d not only thawed her out, but by the evidence of her shiny snatch, I’d lit a fire within her.

 

I didn’t have time to contemplate the mysteries of the universe as Shayna synchronized planting her sex on my face and swallowing the head of my penis.

 

It felt like she struggled to get the head past her lips, but I ignored that as I concentrated on pleasing her. I couldn’t employ the same skills I had with Elly in this position, but that didn’t mean my bag of tricks was empty. Moving my arms around her waist and behind her, I pulled her outer labia apart and licked from her clit to her entrance, as far as my tongue could reach. Her hips shifted, and I continued to her anus. Under normal circumstances, this would have been a turnoff. Perhaps it was the aphrodisiacs, the way Shayna moaned around my rod, the feeling of a second pair of lips suckling my scrotum, or even the sounds of passion from the bed next to us… Whatever the reason, her pussy tasted just as sweet as Elly’s and her rectum just as clean. My cock remained solid as both women worked their skills.

 

Slipping the middle finger of each hand into Shayna’s soaked cunt, I repeated my licking from front to back. My fingers moved in counterpoint to each other, in and out, out and in. From the moans and the erratic movements Shayna made, I know she was getting close. After lubing her asshole with my saliva, plus her own fluids, I pulled my right middle finger from her pussy, slipped it into her backdoor, and sucked hard on her clit.

 

I felt my cock freed up as Shayna screamed. Her body locked up, squeezing my fingers and almost crushing my head between her powerful—cheerleader trained—thighs. I continued to suckle on her clitoris, locking her in place with my muscled arms, as she tried to push up and off from me. I knew I could only do this for a moment before it became too much, but I wanted this orgasm to last.

 

When I sensed her climax waining, I released her. She turned to straddle my abdomen, staring into my eyes. Her aqua blue orbs burned with passion as her chest heaved. She cupped the side of my face as she said, “It’s now or never, lover. Are you ready?”

 

“Are you?” I shot back, hunching my hips, causing my cock to bump against her firm ass.

 

She bit her bottom lip as her eyes fluttered. “No, but I’m not letting you go,” she told me, reaching back and aiming me for her dripping pussy. “I want what Elly got.”

 

I noted that she still had on her white chemise top and reached for the buttons to take it off. She stopped me just as my sword reached her sheath. She looked away as she covered her chest and sat back, lodging my steel rod between us, but not inside.

 

“I’m not as… nice, as the other women.” Her voice came out soft and uncertain.

 

I knew her bust was smaller, but until this moment, I didn’t realize how self-conscious she felt about it.

 

“That doesn’t matter to me,” I told her. “Every ounce of you is beautiful.”

 

“See,” Elly said as she crawled up next to us. “I told you no one would care.”

 

“You’re just saying that because you want to fuck me,” Shayna accused me, even as she ground her slippery cunt along my shaft.

 

I decided to let my actions speak for me. It was apparent that this was an issue that ran deep for her, and no matter what I said, Shayna wouldn’t believe me. Reaching up, I gripped her wrists over her chest in each hand, managing to get the soft white material of her chemise in my grip. Using my strength while being cognizant of her, I pulled them apart. The buttons didn’t stand a chance, and Shayna wasn’t strong enough to resist. I expected to find smaller breasts beneath. I didn’t expect to find such large areolas. Her tiny nipples stood hard in the center of the two-inch dark brown circles.

 

“I told you,” Shayna said, struggling to cover herself back up as I stared in silence.

 

Again, I chose actions over words. I sat up enough to force her arms behind her back, then pulled her torso down on me. My intent worked, as her left nipple was met with my teeth and lips. “Beautiful,” I finally allowed myself to murmur around my treat, then bathed the turgid nub with my tongue.

 

Her struggles only lasted until I felt Elly’s hand grip my shaft and move it along Shayna’s slippery slit. I hadn’t realized at the time, but as short as Shayna is, with her chest at my mouth, her crotch ended up around my navel. I kept my grip on Shayna’s wrists, almost bear hugging her as I devoured first one breast, then the other. As her groans of protest turned to moans of pleasure, I released her arms and grabbed her slender hips.

 

She pulled back enough to look me in the eyes, lust and something else shimmering in her blue orbs as she carefully sank onto my cock. “Thank you,” I heard her whisper, then shudder as her cunt took in my head. I’d thought Elly was tight before, but Shayna was a velvet vice. I heard Elly spit on our connection a few times as my current lover took me bit by agonizing bit. She felt so good, I wanted to thrust and feel her completely surround my girth, but I knew that would hurt her. Even though it took most of my willpower, I let her set the pace.

 

When I felt increased pressure around my tip and Shayna let out a long sigh, I was still halfway outside. The sexiest part of it all was the way our gazes remained locked. Even when our eyes fluttered, and we moaned and gasped, we never looked away.

 

Then, Shayna’s eyes closed as she pushed a little further down. Her hands on my face slipped to the back of my neck, and she lifted me into a passion-filled kiss. Her hips swiveled, making me moan as our tongues swirled and dance.

 

Shayna didn’t move up and down so much as ground herself around me. I let her set her own pace, enjoying how Elly fondled my balls, and Shayna compressed what she could take.

 

Shayna grunted and broke the kiss, turning my head into her neck. “Ung, she’s fingering my ass while you’re stretching my cunt,” she moaned in my ear. “I’m not going to last. Are you ready?”

 

Despite how glorious she felt, I wasn’t. I nibbled lightly on her neck as I brought my hands up to her chest. Pinching her nipples between my fingers, I gently shifted my hips. It was enough to set her off, and I had to stop moving or risk damage to my manhood. She became so tight, it was almost painful. I knew she had strong legs as a cheerleader, but I never suspected how powerful her kegel muscles could be.

 

I let her ride out her climax until she collapsed next to me on the bed. When she pulled off my member, a gush of fluids escaped her stretched confines, pooling around my groin. I can honestly say that if the night ended there, I would have been fine, but from how Elly muttered that I was still hard, then inspected Shayna’s pussy, I knew it wasn’t over.

 

The women coordinated me with my back to the headboard and Shayna on all fours pushing her slender pussy onto my length. Elly moved beneath us, and the two women lapped at each other’s mons. I felt Elly’s tongue bathe my scrotum from time to time as Shayna pushed her tight ass back against me.

 

Looking over, I saw Al and Jolene spooning and watching us, contended smiles on their faces. No, they weren’t just spooning, I realized, as Al fondled one of the redhead’s breasts, and their hips moved in time with Shayna’s and mine.

 

Despite myself, knowing that they were watching turned me on even more. It was a kink I wasn’t aware of until that moment. Deciding to give the other couple the best show I could, I leaned forward enough to reach around Shayna’s slim body and fondle her large nipples between my fingers.

 

Shayna increased her pace, and I looked down to see she could take most of my length in this position. Her tiny ass looked perfect as she slid forward and back. I wondered what that minuscule sphincter would feel like, wrapped around my thick cock. That thought, combined with how great she felt and Elly’s tongue juggling my nuts, pushed me closer to the edge.

 

“I’m close,” I warned her, giving her the choice of where to take it. I suspected she’d want it inside, and that thought was confirmed when she pushed back hard. My butt hit the headboard, stopping me from moving, and the feeling of her engulfing my entire length set me off. I deposited my second load deep inside her, bathing her cervix with my baby batter.

 

“Oh, I never knew it would feel like this,” Shayna crooned as her hips swiveled against me. “I feel so full!”

 

I heard loud moans from the bed next to us as Shayna and Elly cried out in unison.

 

What an incredible night, I thought as Shayna slid forward enough to release my finally deflating cock. The women stayed in that position long enough to bring each other to one more orgasm before we all laid down. The women rested their heads on my chest, each with a leg over mine. I didn’t realize until then how warm the room was, and we remained uncovered as we enjoyed the afterglow.

 

“We are yours, now,” Elly murmured with a sigh of contentment. She fiddled with the pendant on my chest before giving my left peck a gentle kiss.

 

“We are each others,” Shayna added. “Now and always.” She leaned across me enough to press her lips against Elly’s before also kissing my chest.

 

Those words should have sent me running. I mean, I’d barely met them and hardly knew them. Instead, they filled me with peace as I drifted off to sleep.

 

*    *    *    *

 

1068 A.D.

 

Venita giggled as she ran ahead of Ardin. He found her joy infectious and smiled, pumping his legs to catch up to her. Catching her around the waist, he enjoyed the way her sweet voice gasped as he lifted, spun, and pulled her into a tight embrace. Even after two years of spending every opportunity together, he still found all of her affectations addictive.

 

“I know that look in your eyes, Venita,” he said as he set her down and stepped back. “Not until our wedding night.” He tried to smile, even as he felt himself stiffen within his breaches. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in the world, but he wouldn’t risk her reputation or their chances of being together for eternity in heaven.

 

“No one would have to know,” Venita pouted, breaking Ardin’s heart. “You could still proclaim you took my virginity the night we marry.”

 

Ardin shook his head, worried that they were about to have another fight. “Lying would be a sin,” he told her. “I want to make sure that we both enter the Eternal Kingdom after we leave this world.”

 

She sighed before stepping up and resting her head on his chest. He, too, breathed a little easier, knowing she wasn’t going to argue. The church taught that celibacy before wedlock was the best way to begin a union. And that they risked God’s wrath if they let their loins lead them into temptation.

 

But Venita was raised in a different religion; a heathen and pagan faith. One that worshipped old gods and idols with corrupt morals. She’d agreed to a baptism, and they were waiting for that before getting married. Everything needed to be right so they could enter God’s sweet grace when they left this world.

 

“You know, there are other things we can do without me losing my maidenhead,” he heard her whisper against his neck. He knew she felt him shiver as her words sunk in.

 

He wanted her badly. Every moment spent in her presence was exquisite torture he couldn’t give up. Would it truly be that bad to bend the rules just a little? He was so hard, it hurt. And her virginity would remain intact for their wedding night. It wouldn’t really be sex, right?

 

“No,” he forced the word through his lips as he gripped her shoulder, pushing her gently away. “We both must stay true and pure.”

 

“But I’m almost eighteen cycles old! I’ll be an old maid by the time those cranky men agree to baptize me.”

 

“Any idea why they haven’t agreed yet?” Ardin asked, focusing on that instead of the nearly overwhelming desire burning in his veins.

 

“Oh, they’ve hinted at what I could do to speed things up,” Venita muttered in a way that made his chest burn with a different emotion. That fire increased as she continued. “If I were willing to do for the priests what I’m offering you, they said I could be baptized on the next full moon. But I’m only willing to give that to you, my love.”

 

“I love you, but you shouldn’t say such things about the clergy,” Ardin tried to soften his voice but still heard the edge in it. He wanted to believe that the priests were as holy as men could be, but he’d heard others mutter about what they were willing to accept to give out blessings. He told himself that they were only men, and as such, were fallible, thanks to Adam’s transgression. At least, that’s what the priests said the good book proclaimed.

 

“I know,” she at least sounded contrite. “But if it’s okay for them, why wouldn’t it be acceptable for us. I love you, and I want to marry you with all my heart. We will be together forever. You’ve proven what a good, strong man you are. Your willpower. Your heart. And your firm, strong, supple muscles… hmm… prove to me that you are the man I want to be with, forever.”

 

“Just because they are willing to sin doesn’t mean that we should be so weak,” Ardin said, pulling her back into his arms. “They are but men, despite their clothes, and we should strive to be better. And if I’m honest, I’m not sure I could resist going further if we started down that path.”

 

“I know,” Venita sighed again as her fingers trailed up and down Ardin’s back. “We shouldn’t give in to temptation. It’s just—”

 

“No,” Ardin spoke again, pulling her tighter into his chest and letting his tone end the debate. He would remain righteous and faithful, following the teachings of Christ, if not the example of the men giving that teaching.