Chapter 4

"Yes..." the sorceress Polgara moaned, as she felt the tip of her nephew's manhood split open her rear passage. "Slowly ... yes, slowly ... oh Gods, Garion, you're fantastic..."

Garion beamed at his aunt's praise. His whole life, he'd been trying to impress her, and finally he felt as though he could be truly proud of himself. By all accounts, he was quite good at this whole "sex" thing - his aunt seemed to not only be impressed by his skill and staying power, but by his girth as well.

Her words of encouragement ringing in his ears, Garion slowly pushed forward. His Aunt Pol was silenced, overcome by the sensation of feeling her rear filled up with the young man's member. She hadn't been taken from behind since ... well, since the last time she'd found the Nyissan flowers, but it was everything she remembered it to be, and since that occasion so long ago, she'd spent many a night pleasuring herself, recalling the sensations.

The Princess Ce'Nedra was feeling a similar sensation, not five yards away, but unlike the elderly sorceress, the young Princess was feeling it for the first time.

"Push, Lelldorin!" she cried in ecstacy, "push! Slowly, mind you, but do not hesitate! Your princess demands it!"

"But ... Princess," the young archer replied anxiously, "I do not wish to hurt you!"

"Believe me," the princess said, the hint of laughter present on her voice even in the highly-charged situation, "I'll be the one hurting you if you don't do as I say!"

The princess was operating on auto-pilot now, using retorts that her mind had stored from years of banter with friends (and particularly from the months of back-and-forth banter she'd recently shared with her true love, Garion) - the majority of her consciousness was not on what was coming out of her mouth, but more on what was about to go into it.

Hettar was standing in front of her, waiting patiently for her to adjust to the men on either side of her, defiling her young body at her express command. Her knight protector, Mandorellan, had been assigned the duty of filling the hole that Garion had left gaping just minutes earlier, and the immediacy with which he had agreed to his task was a testament to his loyalty.

Her sex already well-lubricated, the enormous knight had slipped in easily, and Ce'Nedra had spent a few minutes simply appreciating the feeling of his thickness sliding in and out of her. Rather than let herself get distracted from the task at hand, however, she'd instructed the huge man to lie down, so that she could lower herself onto him, and allow the young Arend to penetrate her from behind.

Having never been used in such a manner, not even by her hand or inanimate objects, the princess had expected the task to be a great one. Her relaxed nature, however, combined with the relative slenderness of Lelldorin's member meant that it was all going much more smoothly than she'd expected, and indeed the most challenging part of the experience was coaxing Lelldorin to increase his speed.

"Please, Lelldorin!" she moaned with need, "just do it!"

Finally, Lelldorin stopped holding back and commenced doing what he'd secretly been wanting to do for many a week now. He pushed forward, and was almost overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations that the young princess's behind caused in him.

Without any awareness of what t'other was doing, Lelldorin and his close friend Garion both plumbed their partners' depths at the same time, and sat for a few seconds to catch their breath and appreciate the feeling of warmth and tightness.

It was Lelldorin's first time inside anything other than Princess Ce'Nedra's mouth, and he was blown away by the sensation - Garion was slightly more experienced, having made love now to two different women, but there was something deliciously nasty about intercourse with his aunt's rear, and it didn't take long before he started pumping in and out enthusiastically.

His Aunt Pol was in ecstasy - the virile young man pumping away at her underappreciated behind was causing sensations untold, which combined with her fingers playing with her womanhood had her on the brink of another orgasm within minutes.

"I love you, Garion!" she cried, as her body pulsed in time with her nephew's hardness, and her hand dove deeper and deeper into her wetness.

"I love you, Aunt Pol!" he replied, and the stimulation caused him to unleash inside his aunt. The feeling of his seed exploding into her bowels set his aunt off as well, and the family pair cried out in simultaneous orgasm.

"Wow," Garion said, pulling out slowly.

"Wow," Polgara agreed, collapsing onto the ground and leaning against the edge of Garion's shield.

"Wow," they said simultaneously, as they noticed what the Princess Ce'Nedra was doing.

She had adjusted to the men pounding each side of her body, and was now fellating Hettar with full enthusiasm. At first Garion was worried for her, but he quickly realised that her body's sporadic spasms weren't from pain, but from sheer pleasure.

The princess was almost overwhelmed; the alternating thrusts of Lelldorin and her Mandorellan, her knight reaching up and rubbing her clit, Lelldorin reaching around and tweaking her young, erect nipples ... if that wasn't enough, Hettar had grown impatient with her distracted attempts at pleasuring him, and was now simply slamming his manhood into her mouth, holding her ears and using her face as nothing but a wet orifice.

She was in heaven.

These were the men that she loved, but she suspected that even if they'd been complete strangers, she still would have been in the throes of pleasure. Being used like this, it was ... surprisingly freeing.

Ce'Nedra had always been in complete control - as a princess, she got her own way, and if she didn't then she fired people or simply wailed until her orders were being obeyed once more. When her father had promised to marry her off, she'd been unwilling to relinquish control, and run away. The only people in her young life that she'd been unable to order about were the group that she'd unwillingly found herself travelling with, but even they had pretty quickly become tolerable.

Now that she and Garion had pronounced their love for one another, she knew on some level that she'd be able to control him - not as directly and immediately as she'd been able to command her servants, when she was nought but a princess, but she knew that Garion would do as she wanted, when she wanted. It was the way of things.

And so as someone who had always had complete control over every aspect of her life, this feeling, this complete lack of control, being used solely for someone else's pleasure ... it was empowering. She had no hand in her own fate, she was no longer at the wheel of her own destiny.

And she loved it.

Barely able to think, let alone move, Ce'Nedra just tried to match the rhythm of the three men using her body. She tried to ensure that they were getting as much pleasure as they could from her young, sweat-soaked body, but at this point she could have been unconscious and the three men still would have filled her up, pumped their man-seed into her, used her body until they orgasmed, over and over again.

Ce'Nedra was almost an incidental afterthought in the orgy, and she couldn't believe how much that fact turned her on.

She thought about being used night in, night out, just being used for her body, lying there limp and being filled up by countless men, strangers, her own pleasure irrelevant. The images flashing through her head quickly caused her to begin tensing up in orgasm - as if a testament to the thought process that had brought her there, the three men showed no signs of noticing her orgasm, no signs of caring. It was so hot that she found herself coming again straight away.

Mere feet away, Polgara felt the fog start to lift slightly. Two powerful orgasms had released her mind ... she still wasn't capable of cohesive, higher-level thinking, but she was able to use her brain at least a little, and she found herself wondering what had brought the princess to allow her body to be violated like that.

She, of course, had made love to Garion because ... her brain faltered at that complicated thought, but she was determined to follow the thought pattern through. She took a deep breath, to clear her mind.

She'd made love to Garion, because ... as his aunt, it was her job to educate him about such things. Anal sex was, if he was going to be a good husband to Ce'Nedra, a necessary skill for him to acquire. So yes, it had made perfect sense for her to allow Garion to use her body like that.