The Mad King’s Road: A Sexy Show For The Envoy [M/F, fantasy, oral, vaginal, voyeur, exhibitionism, romance]

THE STORY SO FAR: The busty young Dwarven woman Brunhilde and her new human husband Mathir have spent the better part of a year traveling by caravan from the Southern Continent to the North. Along the way, they befriend a handsome diplomat from the Kingdom of Raelen, named Tobias.

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All twenty-two wagons with their seventy passengers, drivers, traders, and families, plus the twenty outriding guards and seventeen free riders attached to Ruckus’s Caravan, set out on the Mad King’s Road shortly after mid-morning. A drizzling rain started shortly afterward, following them along the broad stone-paved road for hours.

The Mad King’s Road was the longest, most durable, and most advanced road in all the known worlds. Legend had it that over eight hundred years before one of the first emperors of the Darlani Empire, Lantis II, ordered it to stretch from his capital city of Algren in the west to the port city of Havenmoor on the east coast, almost a continent’s span away. Then, becoming obsessed to the point of madness, he ordered the road extended south as well from Havenmoor, his vast army pushing forward to conquer and hold many strange lands in an ever thinning corridor so the road could be built. Lantis II spent ever increasing amounts of treasure and manpower on the road, thinking it would bring him some kind of immortality. But as he became older and his grip on the throne weakened, the construction of the road broke his kingdom’s coffers and the Darlani Empire fell into a savage civil war that lasted decades.

Today, the Mad King’s Road ran for well over 5500 miles, stretching west to east across the widest swath of the Northern Continent before turning down to wind its way through two dozen kingdoms before penetrating deep into the mountainous heart of the Southern Continent.

The half-Orc Ruckus had spent decades plying his trade as a caravan master on the Mad King’s Road, looping from one end of the Road to the other. In three weeks’ time, the caravan would reach Algren, the old Darlani capital and the northern terminus of the road. The caravan would then turn around for its nearly year-long return trip to the Southern Continent.

Algren was also Brunhilde and her husband’s ultimate destination, where they would finally settle down with Mathir’s family and where he could establish his own business after his long apprenticeship in the Dwarven lands in the South.

Brunhilde snuggled into her husband’s much taller body as they rode side by side in the passenger wagon. After the depressing news earlier she wanted to be as close to him as possible. She wanted to get even closer than that, but with their friend Tobias sharing the small coach with them and seated not four feet away across from them, that hardly seemed like an option at the moment.

Tobias was in his early thirties, a good ten years or so older than Mathir. He sported sleek but not overly bulky muscles from years worth of traveling as a diplomat. He wore his dark hair short and boasted a thin fringe beard along his square jaw, much like her husband.

Not that she wouldn’t have enjoyed having Tobias watch them. They’d played those kind of games a number of times on their long journey northward. Watching other couples have sex, or having others watch them, had turned out to be incredibly arousing and fun for them both. But it could always be an awkward thing to bring up with someone, especially someone they’d both come to think of as a friend after weeks of travelling together.

“Ruckus seemed to be pretty out of it this morning,” Brunhilde observed as their conversation turned toward the usual caravan gossip.

Mathir snorted. “Ruckus was deep into a card game at that tavern last night. You know how intense he gets when he gambles. Probably was at it all night.”

Tobias nodded. “It was with those merchants from those two wagons traveling east. They were playing Dragon Cards.”

“You know how to play?”

The envoy smiled. “It’s a favorite back at court in Raelen.”

“Maybe you should have joined them last night then.”

“No thanks. I am far from a novice but from what I saw, Ruckus and the others would have eaten me alive. I was more than happy just to have some drinks.”

Brunhilde played idly with the drawstring on her husband’s shirt. “So I take it you two had fun last night?”

Her husband shrugged. “Just a guy’s night out. But you know, I’m not surprised about Ruckus. I heard Indigo shot him down. The man probably just needed to drown his sorrows.” Indigo was a haughty but admittedly shapely elf, currently Ruckus’ guard captain and in charge of the caravan’s security.

Brunhilde rolled her eyes. “What, again?”

Tobias quirked a brow. “Does he have a thing for her?”

The human jeweler snorted in amusement. “He’s been trying to bed her since she was hired on six months ago. She’s refused him flat every single time. You’ve only been with the caravan for a couple weeks, so you weren’t here for his last attempt. He sulked for quite a while after that, too.”

The dwarf said, “Pfft. I don’t understand what Ruckus sees in that twiggy shrew.”

“Some men just like a challenge,” her husband offered.

The conversation drifted onto other topics and gossip. After a while, with afternoon sunlight warming the coach after the rain passed, their friend from Raelen eventually drifted off to sleep in his seat.

Brunhilde could tell from Mathir’s steady breathing that her husband was getting close to nodding off as well. That wouldn’t do at all. Not the way she’d been feeling since returning from the temple. She leaned up, nipping him sharply on his earlobe.

“Wha–” he said, startled at first, but quieted as Brunhilde put a finger to his lips. Then his breath caught as her other hand dropped to rub over his crotch. One of the sexiest sounds in all the worlds to her was that sharp, distinctive intake of breath Mathir gave when he began to get aroused.

Mathir’s eyes glanced over at Tobias. “He’s asleep,” Brunhilde assured him in a low voice.

“Are you certain we should be doing this?” he whispered back.

Her small fingers thrummed lightly over the bulge in the thin fabric of his breeches. “Do you want me to stop?”

He shook his head, then squirmed as he hardened fully under her teasing touch. Brunhilde’s grin blossomed as she felt her husband’s hand descend on her rounded rump, tracing over its compact curves. She lifted her behind for him, tucking her knees up under her on the bench, so she could bring both of her hands into play. He wiggled about to help her lower his leggings.

His magnificent hard human cock sprang up into the air, the reddish shaft throbbing gently with every one of her husband’s strong heartbeats. The initial sight of it always sent a little electric shiver through her most private places.

She wrapped her small hands around it, one over the other to cover most of its length. She bent low to use her tongue to coax out a drop of salty precum from his small slit, swirling lovingly around the flared tip and tickling wetly at his oh-so-sensitive underside. He was trying to keep quiet, but his squirming and his sighing breaths told her just the kind of rapturous effect she was having on him.

Brunhilde loved her husband’s cock. She loved its feel, its texture, its look, its scent. She loved every little nook and bump along its veiny length. She could not imagine having a greater treasure in her hands.

Mathir’s hand lifted her knee-length skirt and found her bare pubis. He stroked his long, skilled fingers over her red-haired pussy. In response Brunhilde immediately plunged his cock into her mouth, sucking it hard as it slid along her tongue, just to keep herself from crying out in pleasure.

The heat and slippery confines of her mouth made Mathir squirm and gasp even more, gyrating his hips up to thrust lightly into her before he caught himself and held himself still once again. Brunhilde fought hard to keep from gagging as the tip hit the back of her throat. She had never been able to deep throat him. Yet he still loved her sucking on him all the same, and the fact he had to fight not to pump into her lips like a pussy was all the proof she needed of how well she did it.

Her husband’s fingers lightly traced the outer lips of her pink folds, teasing them, gliding over the little pink button of her slippery clitoris. But his digits didn’t penetrate her. He knew this would drive her crazy, even as she began bucking her hips back and pressing her sex against his hand, becoming desperate to be filled now.

He gently pulled her head off of him, bringing her ear up to his whispering lips. “Roll over a little onto your side so I can mount you.”

It was not a command nor a request. There was no force or query in his words. It was a simple statement of fact. An observation that this was what was going to happen, and they both knew it.

Brunhilde scooted the top of her skirt down to bunch at her knees, keeping it there just in case she needed to pull it up quickly again. A quick glance to their fellow passenger showed that Tobias was still quietly napping and oblivious.

The dwarf leaned over to her left, bracing herself up on one muscular arm, and lifting her ass as high as she could at an angle for her husband. Mathir spooned in behind and under her, partially lifting her hips into his lap, even as he aimed the wet tip of his throbbing cock at her pink opening.

Brunhilde gyrated herself backward even as he pushed forward. With well-practiced ease, the human jeweler slipped into his dwarven wife’s slick sheath almost to the hilt all in one smooth motion.

Warm electric pleasure shot through Brunhilde’s body as that amazing fleshy rod slipped so easily into her. She remembered when they had first gotten together, back in her clan’s homelands. He was much taller than dwarven males, and his male organ was also proportionally bigger. It had taken her some time to get used not so much to its length but to its girth. It stretched her so wide!

Now it felt so perfect snuggled so deeply and warmly within her body. She could spend her whole life like this, lost in the bliss of her husband’s cock.

Mathir pulled her up more squarely into his lap, sinking the last inch he needed to be fully in her. She felt him shudder at the sensations of her sex fitting so tightly around his own, and flexed her inner vaginal walls to welcome him into her.

They stayed partially leaning over, Brunhilde bracing herself up with one arm, Mathir doing the same while his other hand alternated between gliding down her thigh or slipping up to squeeze her heavy breast through her top.

They let rocking and bouncing of the wagon over the uneven road determine their rhythm. Every little bump and jostle made them gasp and writhe as the motion caused Mathir’s pole to wiggle about inside of her buttery oven in unexpected ways.

This went on for quite some time, human and dwarf just losing themselves in the pleasure of each others’ bodies. After a while, Mathir bent to nibble at her ear, then whispered very quietly, “he’s watching us.”

Brunhilde caught herself just in time to keep from glancing up automatically. That definitely would have given away that they knew Tobias was awake. While Mathir and herself had performed knowingly in front of others, keeping things clandestine for now just made what they were doing seem even more deliciously naughty.

She did allow herself to eventually look over casually at Tobias, avoiding any direct contact with his slitted eyes as he still feigned slumber. His shaft tented up in his leggings, a small damp spot forming where it was leaking its juices in his excitement. She almost giggled in delight at the sight of it. Her husband’s cock would always be her favorite, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t find other men’s tools to be exciting as well.

Timed with the next little jump of the wagon, she ground her rump down against her husband, gyrating her hips gently in a swift, tight little circle. Mathir couldn’t help but loose a soft little groan, and she did the same as the wet friction deep inside her intensified.

The diminutive woman pressed softly into her human husband more and more, timing her movements as best she could to the rocking of the wagon as it made its way along the uneven road. Her juices were leaking copiously now, soaking over his churning balls.

Mathir also got into giving their friend a show, pulling down Brunhilde’s shirt and exposing one of her hanging breasts. His eager hand immediately engulfed the soft orb as best it could, thumb and forefinger tweaking at the big taut nipple.

Across from them Tobias shifted in his seat. It could have been just the occasional random movements one makes during sleep, but the timing of it with the exposing of her tits–and Brunhilde observed, the definitive twitching jump of his cock in his breeches–showed that he was indeed paying close attention.

She quickened her gyrations, swirling her cunt around and around on the fulcrum of Mathir’s aching lever, until it eventually proved too much for him. His hand suddenly clutched hard at the breast, squeezing it tight even as she felt his whole body behind her stiffen and tense. He gave a deep animal grunt, then thrust his hips hard up at her even as his cock burst over. She closed her eyes and gave soft little whimpers as spurt after spurt of his hot seed filled her hungry little pussy, vaginal walls clamping hard to milk out every drop of cum she could.

They held themselves in that position for nearly a minute, just basking in the after-sex glow. Then they pulled apart and re-arranged their clothes properly before snuggling into each other on the bench again, like they had been before.

Brunhilde watched out of the corner of her eye. It took quite some time for Tobias’ erection to finally die down. She hoped that when he was alone later in his tent, memories of watching her ride Mathir would fuel a nice juicy orgasm for him.

She caught herself in a sudden yawn, immensely satisfied after such a delicious little fuck.

Maybe this time, her husband’s seed would take hold in her. She instinctively clamped her folds tight, holding in as much of his semen as she could. She’d had the same thought every time they’d had sex in the last year. The yearning for him to truly breed and impregnate her never got less intense.

The dwarven woman drifted off to sleep with her head in her husband’s lap, dreaming of children that may never be.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6kb1s0/the_mad_kings_road_a_sexy_show_for_the_envoy_mf