Page 31 of Queen Isabella

Instantly, she stopped squirming. Isa lifted her gaze from the table to find Phara leaning against the kitchen door. She started to panic. Clearly, she was doing something wrong. Isa desperately wanted to hide, but all tied up there was no way of getting out of this compromising position. The three alphas had touched her, so she thought this was all right. Except that was while they were all together. Maybe she misunderstood how things worked among the Vorto. Artifex was the alpha caretaker, but Phara was the alpha consort, so maybe only Phara was allowed to intimately touch her. The worried thoughts zipped through her mind.

“You thought you’d secret our queen away and keep her all to yourself?” Phara demanded, his narrow gaze focused on Artifex.

This wasn’t good. There was definitely going to be a fight. Phara was taller with a broader chest and more muscle mass. Artifex was slightly smaller, but the wiry ones tended to be scrappers. Isa braced for the worst. Things were about to get ugly.

“Yes, but you found us,” Artifex replied, sounding not the least bit concerned. “Come. Our queen needs to be taught to trust us. She nearly made herself sick drinkingqua.”

“We can’t have that,” Phara’s tone abruptly shifted, sounding like liquid velvet as he pushed away from the door and walked toward them.

Isa’s mouth dropped open. This hadn’t gone the way she feared, which was good, but it was taking a very unexpected turn.

Together, the two alien men made quick work of tying her legs, while Isa was utterly flabbergasted. Her knees were bent so that her heels practically touched her butt. Her legs weren’t tied together. The ropes were somehow attached to the ones wrapped around her waist and arms, so she couldn’t close her thighs. Her pussy was entirely exposed. If that wasn’t enough, they hooked the end of the rope to a rack hanging overhead. Before she realized it, she was all trussed up like a Christmas goose.

Or like the birds on the other table!Isa gaped, understanding where Artifex got the crazy idea.

“Very nice.” Phara admiringly ran a hand along her hip then cupped her hanging breast as he stopped by her side.

“Are you comfortable, my queen?” Artifex was standing behind her with a perfect view of her bare vagina. He ran his hand along her inner thigh, testing the bonds as he asked the question.

The cord was soft, and though it tugged, it wasn’t biting into her skin as she dangled several inches over the table. Her mental state was another thing entirely. She was so far out of her element with this whole scenario. Alarm bells were going off in her head and her heart was beating staccato, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to tell them to stop. Some twisted part of her wanted to see what happened next.

Isa craned her head to look Phara in the eye as she debated how to answer the men. Instead, she caught his cock standing at attention right in front of her. The thick erect beast was practically resting on the table, like a dish ready to be served to her. Its flared crown, the knots on the underside of the shaft, and all the ridges on top were fully engorged. Even the large veins running down either side of the shaft were pulsing. She instantly recalled how it felt pushing into her body. The sight added to the frisson of nervous energy coursing through her. Isa started to fidget but was instantly reminded she couldn’t move.

“Would you untie me if I said no?” she asked, completely flustered.

“Yes,” Artifex replied.

But then he buried his face between her legs and started lapping at her cleft, and she gasped. His tongue slid across her labia, flicked her clit then sank into her vagina.

“You taste incredible,” Artifex growled, his mouth vibrating her pussy, making her gush more desire. “She calls the bead of flesh between her thighs her clit,” he communicated even though his mouth was occupied.

“The sensitive one hidden in her folds?” Phara clarified as he reached beneath her and found her clit, while Artifex tongue fucked her.

“Yes,” Isa gasped when Phara started teasing the slick bead the same way he was tormenting her nipple, making them both throb. It was an answer to Phara’s question as much as it was an exclamation.

Isa moaned, arched, and squirmed in her bonds as the pleasure inundated her. This was insane. She thought the orgy earlier was a wild fluke. Yet here she was again being toyed with by more than one man, while a dozen others watched, and this time she was tied up.

She shuddered as Artifex’s tongue uncoiled from her pussy, sliding over every nerve lining her sensitive walls as it retreated. She’d been on the cusp of orgasming and was slightly disappointed, but took the opportunity to take a few calming breaths to rein in her heartbeat. A second later, something cool dripped along her crack, running down her cleft. She gasped, her heart rate spiking again. The slow dripping sensation was so odd.

“Oh,bacasyrup, that’s a good choice,” Phara commented.

“Let our queen sample some.” Artifex passed the small bowl to Phara.

Artifex crammed his face in her pussy again, lapping at the sauce mixed with her own juices. Isa’s eyes widened when his long, agile tongue speared into her puckered rear.

“Artifex!” she squealed in shock. What possessed him to go there?

“Mmm,” he growled, probing deeper, while he took over rubbing her slick swollen clit.

She didn’t know what to make of the sensation in her rear. He was teasing nerve endings that were never touched. It mixed with the pleasure of her clit being rubbed, ratcheting everything to the next level.

“Taste?” Phara offered.

Her gaze landed on Phara’s arousal before shifting to his sauce-covered fingertip. He must’ve seen, because a knowing, hungry smile curved Phara’s mouth.

“Tell us what you want, my queen,” he goaded her while slowly pouring a line of pale green sauce on his erect cock.

“Phara,” she moaned, wanting him.

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