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  At last, he continued on his way down, his kisses moving along the front of her body, his wet fingers now pulled from her womanhood and focused on sliding the fabric of her panties down from off of her. She stepped out of the things, eager for the moment when his lips pressed down against those of her vagina.

  She braced herself, buttocks clenched, as his kisses at last made their way to the milky, clean shaven mound of her mons pubis. He stopped, however, just short of the mark, and began to upright himself once again, tormenting her beyond what words could describe.

  She looked at him, momentarily annoyed, but then he brought his fingers up to her mouth, coated with her own fluids. She took them on her tongue, tasting herself, and closing her eyes- somehow, she felt confident all of the sudden that he knew just what he was doing.

  And sure enough, he did.

  Once she'd lapped up her femininity from his digits, he slowly pulled them out of her again, and slowly lowered her body to the ground. He positioned her on her hands and knees in the grass, much as Glace had done when he screwed her doggy style, although Winter could tell that Dargon was doing this far more for her benefit than his own.

  Sure enough, in a moment he was prostrating himself on the ground behind her, bowing as though worshiping her feminine treasures. He reached up slowly, clutching her splayed buttocks in hand, and she shivered as she felt his warm, sensual breath blowing into her. He edged nearer, inhaling her, and then all at once let his tongue spring forward, its flat pink palm pressing down against the wet folds of her pussy.

  She let out a tremendous gasp, and he proceeded devour her, swallowing up her wet cunt as though it was the most delectable thing he'd ever had the privilege of consuming. He slowly bobbed his long neck up and down, letting the long pink spade of his tongue roll along inside her, conforming to the floral shape of her, getting her hot and wet and buzzing with so many sensations that she could scarcely contain herself.

  “Yes... Yes... Yes...” she moaned, balling her hands into fists in the grass and pulling it up by the roots as he ate her steadily, burying his entire face between the cheeks of her ass. She felt ecstatic, high on his oral efforts, wondering how the hell she'd managed to make it this long in life without having experienced his sublime talents- or, for that matter, how the hell she would ever survive without them again.

  He ate and ate her, stretching out her lips, spitting into her, getting in so deep that she thought she might just pass out from the splendor of it. Then, suddenly, he surprised her, withdrawing her tongue from her womanhood, and moving up instead to eat her booty like groceries. Had you asked her, prior to this point, Winter would not have supposed herself the sort of girl who enjoyed this sort of thing. Perhaps it was simply Dargon's adeptness with his tongue, or else the sheer intimacy of the act, but in that moment having her ass eaten was proving every bit as enjoyable for her as the cunnilingus that had proceeded it.

  He ate her this way until her buttocks were trembling, then brought himself back down again, steadily moving back, forth, back, forth between her holes. Then, Lord help her, with his lips still on her twat, he brought a hand up and began to rub her clit, adding an extra level of bliss to the whole thing, and causing the sensations to rise up inside her like a tidal wave.

  “Oh God... Yes... Yes... Yes... Fuck!”

  She reached back and seized that beautiful skull of his, holding it clutched into her cooch, his tongue still waggling as orgasm began to tear through her shivering body. Moans poured deep from within her, the feelings so wonderful that she might have broken down and started crying from them.

  And then, at last, with a final, tremendous gasp, she unclenched, and released Dargon's face from between her cheeks. He didn't pull back from her as she panted to a rest, but gave her a few last licks for good measure.

  When she'd calmed down sufficiently, Dargon carefully and respectfully rolled her over onto her back, spreading her legs wide open. After all he'd just made her feel, Dargon could do whatever the hell he wanted with her as far as she was concerned, though with the sensations from the first round of climax still coursing through her, this was entirely for his benefit rather than her own.

  He climbed onto her, mounting her missionary style, and began to thrust. He felt quite good as a come-down from that first shocking climax, his raging dragon boner just the right size for her, its pumping into her body once more extorting a storm of sensations that made her cringe with pleasure.

  He thrusted and pumped and fucked her still-tingling body, making her moan as a nearly automatic response, her ears ringing, and her head light with happiness as he heaved back and forth. At last, he hurled his entire weight into her one final time, holding, holding, holding, and began to cum inside her, roaring and blowing fire into the sky as he burned with a climax of his own. Another faint round of orgasm coursed through her body in reward for her patience, although it was nothing compared to that first earth shattering O- it was more like a simple extension of that first one than anything, really...

  Finally, Dargon pulled out of her, his dick sticky and dripping with fluids, and both of them cum-drunk and dizzy with delight.

  Only now, Winter knew, in the back of her mind, her decision between the three men had just gotten even more complicated. And she didn't have a clue what the hell she was going to do.

  The only solution, she thought, as she rode on Dargon's back on the way back to his castle, would be to go home for a few days, and think about the problem on her own.

  There was one option that had occurred to her, but surely it would be far too risky to actually attempt for real...

  Wouldn't it be?

  Chapter 5

  Jim Slush was ecstatic. He'd known, almost with certainty, that Winter would end up choosing him. He knew he'd made a misstep that first evening together, and maybe he should have placated her by going all the way- clearly, she'd wanted the deed. But in the end he'd felt confident that his good manners and respect for her as an individual that won her over, and now here he was. On his way across Westerado heading toward Westerado (the continent and the nation, respectfully) coming to take Winter as his bride. At least, that was what he presumed anyway. What else could it be? She'd invited him to come see him only a few days after her return to the kingdom, and he'd since been giddy with delight as he made his way across the snowy tundra of the lands interior for King Aeryc's castle.

  When at last he arrived, however, and was standing within the walls of the palace, his heart fell at the sight which lay before him.

  He wasn't the only one who'd received just such an invitation...

  Two others were there as well, standing around. First a man dragon, from the southern kingdom of Southerado, followed by an ice Sidhe, from the northern kingdom of Northerado... All three princes, he logically assumed, had been invited here, though God knew why she'd chosen to announce her decision this way, except perhaps for the sake of humiliating the losers.

  Winter herself was sitting in the middle of the room, sitting upon none other than the Pointy Throne, wearing nothing but a sheer, see-through nighty. Her breasts and nether regions were mostly covered by plush fabric, but her cleavage and buttocks and thighs were so visible that she may as well have been wearing nothing but a clear sheet. What the hell was this strange girl playing at?

  “Thank you all for coming,” she said, rising from the Pointy Throne, and all three suitors bowed to her in respect. “I know you've come a great distance to hear what I have to say, and words cannot express how deeply I appreciate it.”

  She was silent for a moment, letting her eyes pass around the three of them, and at last she continued. “I've been giving this decision a lot of thought. This is a very big choice, not just for me, but for our countries, and the kindness shown to me by the three of you has made the decision a difficult one. Jim Slush,” she said, turning to the man in question, and doing so for each of the successive men whose names she called. “With your kindness and chivalry, and overall your unquestionable c
harm. Dargon, for your accommodating nature, and for showing me things that I might never have thought possible. And at last, Glace, with your...” She tried to think of anything else to say other than that which immediately came to mind, but fell far short of the mark. “Big dick... It seems a shame that I should be forced to choose between three such sweet and eligible bachelors... And so it is with much consideration, and much pride, that I've decided- I'm not going to make such a choice at all.”

  The three of them gaped at her, stunned, feeling suddenly downtrodden.

  “Excuse me?” said Jim Slush, dumbfounded.

  “I'm not going to make such a choice, because I see no need to. You see- I want all of you...” She gave them all the look of a temptress as she said this, and let this settle in for a moment. “Each one of you has given me something in my life that I cannot live without, and it's therefore impossible for me to choose just one of you to be my husband. I want all of you, and you all clearly want me... So all of us, together, seems like the best possible solution... Don't you think?

  Another long silence, the three of them clearly disbelieving, and not at all sure of what to make of this.

  “No...” said Dargon simply, his expression a horrified one.

  “Think about it,” said Winter. “It's perfect in every way... The whole point of this all was to establish peace among our nations. And this way, the peace that's established isn't limited to just two of our countries, but it extends to the entire continent. We all get what we want, and we all live happily ever after. I know this is new to you, but believe me when I say that I've given this all a lot of thought. And it is the best possible solution...”

  There was a continued silence for several moments, with all of the men looking around at one another. Winter could practically read their thoughts, first: Is this girl insane? And then, the three of them all picturing themselves having sex with her simultaneously...

  Much to her delight she could see, even from her throne that the possibility was making them all hard, in spite of their uncertainty.

  She decided to spring the trap, and give them their ultimatum now.

  “I understand if any of you feel like you might not be up to it. That's perfectly alright. But I'm going into my bedroom now, and anyone who doesn't come along with me should consider themselves out of the running...”

  With that, she stood from the throne, and descended down the hall. They watched her working the cheeks of her ass through the seat of her panties as she left, disappearing into her room. They all waited, presumably each of them still deciding or waiting for someone besides themselves to move first. Glace, stone silent and indifferent to most social graces, was the first to take the plunge, moving in the direction of Winter's room.

  Jim looked at Dargon, who seemed momentarily stunned, but then simply shrugged, and followed along as well. Jim still had his doubts, but had a great fear of missing out, and decided the hell with it... In spite of his many misgivings, he hurried to catch up with the other two princes, slipping into Winter's bedroom, and closing the door behind him.

  By the time he'd gotten there, Winter already had Dargon and Glace making out with one another in the center of the room. He was astonished at just how readily her feminine wiles had gotten them to embrace their apparently closeted bisexuality. Their tunics were around their ankles, each man's penis in the hand of the other, the two of them looking like they were having the time of their life. Winter, meanwhile, could be seen reclined on her bed watching the two of them, her legs splayed out, rubbing herself to the sight through the fabric of her lingerie. She turned when Jim entered the room, smiling at him. “Jim, I'm glad to see you made it... Why don't you get over here, and we can finish what we started?”

  Jim hesitated, but then gave in completely, hurrying over to Winter and her come-hither gaze, his clothes dissolving to the floor as he moved until he was down to nothing but a tight black pair of boxers- through which his excitement at the prospect of bedding his snow white beauty became readily apparent...

  He climbed up on top of her like a blanket, and she loved the heat and hardness of him, as well as the taste of his lips, which she'd missed more than she'd realized since the night of their first date. As good as Glace and Dargon had both been in the sack, she simply couldn't deny that there was a very special connection between Jim and herself, perhaps due to the fact that they were the only two of the four who were both fully human.

  Jim proceeded to ravish her, abandoning all pretense of gentlemanly behavior as he tore her out of her bra and panties, his eagerness for her since that first meeting clearly having built to a breaking point. His lips were everywhere, on her mouth, on the side of her neck, her breasts, her nipples. She plunged her hand down into his boxer shorts, and seized the hot shaft of his erection for her, caressing him, causing pre-ejaculate to flow into her grip, the sound of jacking him off like music to her ear.

  “Oh yeah... Yeah... Yeah...” he was chanting, and she loved the extent to which she was pleasing him. She pushed her panties down all the way to her knees, giving him room to get inside her, and without an ounce of further hesitation he got up, and positioned himself in place.

  He slid into her, savoring her heat, her tightness, her wetness. She loved how hard and thick he was, and stared into his eyes as he began to thrust into her, pushing his body in and out, in and out, in and out, grunting as he slammed into her with all of his might.

  “Oh yes... Yes... Yes... Yes...”

  His long simmering desire for her had led to him fucking with sheer brute force, needing to get it out of him in as prompt a manner as possible. Their sweat soaked bodies smashed almost violently into each other, again and again, driving Winter to such instant heights of pleasure that it almost made her dizzy. “God... God... Fuck!” she chanted, reaching down, and rubbing her clitoris like mad as he continued to drill her, his buttocks clenching and unclenching as he launched his entire weight into her body.

  Finally he heaved himself all the way up inside, holding steady, shaking, thinking that he was about to bust a nut and cum wildly into her. For some reason, however, he avoided doing so, although the sensations were intense and all-consuming, and it was Winter, beneath him, who experienced the first big O of the night. She screamed, holding him in place, demanding that he remain in her like that until every last ounce of pleasure had been extracted.

  At last, slowly, the sensations began to ebb away, and she unclenched her knees from around him, letting out a tremendous sigh. Jim waited, his dick still in her, wondering whether he should wait and continue, or what, exactly. The problem, however, was quickly solved for him, as in a moment Dargon's hand was on his shoulder, calling him to attention.

  “Mind if I cut in?” he asked, and though Jim was hesitant, he knew that this was what Winter wanted from the three of them. “Yeah... Sure, be my guest,” he said. He extricated himself and climbed up off of Winter, allowing Dargon to take his place.

  He was debating in his mind whether or not he wanted to watch the two of them going at it- the answer, honestly, was both yes and no. But almost as soon as he was up, Glace had a hold of him by the arm, inviting him, in turn, to dance. He was very hesitant for a moment. He'd never considered himself one to swing that way, but as Glace peered into his eyes, he began to have second thoughts about it. Sure enough, the dick that had nearly gone flaccid since it was pulled from between Winter's legs was beginning to stiffen up again at Glace's invitation, and he realized suddenly that he was very much growing excited at the prospect of what the Night Prince had to offer him.

  Abandoning his pride, he lunged forward into Glace, the two of them kissing wildly, arms wrapped around each other tightly. His tremendous dick was rubbing against Jim's own, pre-ejaculate flowing like wild down their shafts as Glace's tongue slid halfway down toward the back of his throat. They kissed, and devoured, and ravished one another, and in the background Jim could hear Winter's squeals of pleasure at whatever the hell Dargon was doing to her over there
.

  Soon, Glace was bending him over, his head flung forward toward the bed, the cheeks of his ass splayed wide. Glace momentarily caught sight of Dargon and Winter going at it- they were sixty-nining, as it just so happened, Winter's face plunging back and forth along Dargon's engorged dick, and Dargon's head bobbing steadily as his tongue slid through the folds of Winter's pussy.

  Jim's focus was quickly redirected a moment later, however, as he felt Glace spitting a massive quantity of saliva into his anus, and rubbing it around with his finger. Jim didn't know if he was ready for this yet, but was so turned on and swept up in the moment that he didn't feel like he had the power to resist. Glace lined his dick up with the rim of Jim's sphincter, and then pushed himself inside, stretching him the hell out.

  Jim, anal virgin, cried out loud, first with pain, and then slowly with pleasure, as Glace filled him up to the brim with himself. Inch by inch by inch of him came slipping inside until he was completely buried up inside Jim's buttocks, his acceptance of such a load requiring him to push out every so often to let more of him in. At last, though, he'd managed to get all of himself in there, and begun to thrust. Slowly, it turned to sheer pleasure as he rammed himself back and forth against Jim's prostate, man-handling him like a slab of meat, and tearing him up so furiously that his cries of pleasure filled up the entire room.