The Royal Bitch update

“I want you inside me, Lorna!” Esme wailed, spreading her legs further apart in the hopes of opening her asscheeks, letting Lorna’s big rubber cock get even an inch deeper into her ass. They’d changed positions, now almost in the missionary stance, with Esme on her back as Lorna knelt down over her. However, Esme was bent at the waist, her ass in the air, her legs jackknifed to her shoulders, allowing Lorna’s dildo to hammer down into her asshole instead of her pussy. “Yes, yes, fuck me, lover!”

Lorna came down on her until her breasts were against Esme’s, their skin rubbing, their flesh mashed together. Esme felt the lubricated dildo along the tender skin of her buttocks, inching between the spread cleft to get to her anus. She was rarely touched there, but she knew that as the royal bitch, as Lorna’s new lover, she would be getting used to it in short order. 

She’d had no idea that as a Frost, she could savor such a submissive, almost demeaning position, but she’d rather bottom for Lorna than dominate anyone else, man or woman. She felt her sphincter smoothly open for the now-familiar dildo, and knew that her body relished her new role as much as she did.

“It’s in you,” Lorna purred with satisfaction, forcing her cock into a space that wasn’t yet used to being penetrated so thoroughly. “It’s in your ass, baby girl. You’re mine again. I get to enjoy making you come all over again…”

“Oh fuck,” Esme breathed, feeling the huge prick stretching her asshole past its old limits. She felt a twinge of pain, a reminder that Lorna had taken her anal virginity… then Lorna thrust sharply, the dildo going all the way into her ass and her rectum taking it as it had to. The rubber cock was so big that it felt like the head was in her bowels. But all Esme felt was pleasure. The pain was a distant memory—only important because it confirmed that she was Lorna’s bitch, not just a lover or a fling, but the chosen concubine of the Hellfire Club’s new leader.

“Shit, Lorna!” Esme hissed, teeth gritted to keep from yelling. “You’ve got that big cock all the way up my ass… in my stomach… I love it… fuck me, my queen… use me!” she pleaded.

“Oh, I’m using you,” Lorna promised, putting her hands around Esme’s narrow hips to hold her tight, then thrusting even harder into her straining asshole. “I’m using you like the bitch that you are! My royal fucking bitch, baby girl! My one and only fucking… love you… shit!” Lorna lost her train of thought, enthralled by how Esme’s gorgeous face vacillated between pain and pleasure with every inch of dildo she took. 

Lorna gave up on telling Esme how she felt. The Frost girl was a psychic. She could tell. Lorna never had been good with words. And more importantly, Lorna could show her, fucking into her ass with a slow, steady rhythm that made Esme roll her hips and flail her legs in a desperate invitation for more. 

Every time the dominant strap-on rammed home, Esme gasped and bulged her eyes, trying to accept the brutal pleasure it offered. She would have screamed with each stroke she got, letting out how intense her rapture was, but instead she channeled that expression through psychic channels. Through all her jumbled senses, she could tell that Phoebe and Sophie needed to know how pleasurable it could be to service the Hellfire Queen, even if they weren’t her beloved.

She overdid it, though, seeming to go numb as she focused all her outward expression on the connections she shared with her sisters. Lorna stopped, fearing that she’d hurt Esme. “Baby? You okay? You better be okay, please be okay—“ she started to babble.

Esme grabbed Lorna’s hips and pulled at them, forcing her to start up the rhythmic sodomy again. It amused her that the one thing that could stop her big dom queen was worrying about her bitch. She smiled lovingly, absolutely charmed. “I’m fine! I love you!”

She felt her climax building deep in her guts, better than anything she’d had with her sisters. Reaching down to her ass, Esme spread her cheeks as far apart as possible, jolting her hips up to meet Lorna’s thrusts so that their groins slapped together on each meeting.

“You gonna come now, sweetie?” Lorna panted, still driving the strap-on into Esme’s ass, rubbing her own cunt against its base with each thrust. “Gonna come soon? Because I am—I’m gonna come so soon…”

“God, your cock’s buried in me, it’s all in me!” Esme moaned. “Oh, you’re making me—I’m going to come! Keep fucking me! I’m gonna come!”

Lorna kissed her, thrusting her tongue into Esme’s mouth as possessively as she was sodomizing Esme’s ass, the two of them moaning together as they fucked. Even before, as they’d tested each other’s boundaries and discovered how sweet the sex between them could be, how rough the pleasure could grow, there hadn’t been the thrashing, violent emotions—the cravings for each other, the deep-seated need to take and give as much as possible—that could only be brought to an end by a final, salving orgasm.

Esme was apart from her sisters, for almost the first time in her own little world where she’d chosen to let Lorna in with her. Her queenly lover was fucking her, giving her the ecstatic domination that her sisters never could. The royal bitch was being taken care of in every possible way.

“Fuck me, my queen!” Esme gasped hungrily. “Fuck me and make me come! Don’t ever fuck anyone else—not any other bitches—just me, only me!”

It was then that Phoebe and Sophie arrived. It had been a long time since they’d streaked, especially without their third sister, and the effort of blanking out minds so no one noticed their nudity annoyed them. They were not amused by hearing Esme claim Lorna’s strap-on for herself, not after all she’d done to arouse their appetites for getting ass-fucked in the first place.

“Little bitch,” they hissed together, and tried the door to the bathroom. It was, of course, locked. This only irritated them further. Together, they put their shoulders into breaking down the door. 

If it had simply been locked, they would’ve dismissed the entire affair, but hearing what Esme had said about not sharing now meant it was a matter of honor. The Stepford Cuckoos did not keep things from one another. Not secrets, not possessions, and certainly not cock.

“Fuck me, Lorna! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!” Esme’s voice shot through the door full of urgency, then she let out a high wail. “Oh fu—I’m coming! You’re making me come! Making me squirt!”

Esme’s sex twitched and jumped in an orgasmic culmination of all the pleasure she’d felt before. Lorna drove the full length of the dildo into her ass and ground her slit furiously against the base, prolonging Esme’s climax and bringing herself off.

“I’m coming too!” Lorna gasped. “Coming right in your ass, baby girl, right in that blonde little ass!”

Eyes rolling back in her head, she pumped the dildo into Esme’s bowels in a series of convulsive pitches, then slumped down on Esme’s twitching body as her own orgasm passed. After a few minutes, she was aware enough to hear Phoebe and Sophie pounding at the door like two cats angry at being left out in the rain. Sharing a chuckle with her darling Esme, Lorna reached out with her powers and opened the lock.

The other two Frosts stumbled in, the door no longer barring their way.

“Nice entrance,” Lorna teased, rubbing her cheek against Esme’s. “I guess the two of you should work on your cardio. As you can see, Esme and I have been exercising ourselves.”

“Very rigorously,” Esme purred, her voice practically rubbing her satisfaction in her sisters’ noses.

“What about us?” Sophie demanded.

“Yes!” Phoebe added. “It’s our turn!”

“Stop cuddling with her!” Sophie said. “She’s had her turn!”

Lorna yawned. “I’m exhausted.”

“It’s true,” Esme put in. “Do you have any ideas how many times she made me come?”

“Like it’s hard,” Phoebe sniffed.

Lorna rolled off of Esme, onto her back, with her strap-on now sticking straight up in the air. Esme nestled against her, feeling more at home in Lorna’s arms on a bathroom floor than she would on a queen-sized bed with silk sheets.

“Tempt me,” Lorna ordered imperiously. “Tempt your queen. If you can make me want your asses as much as I wanted Esme’s, well…”

Standing there, naked, their breasts heaving with every breath, the twins stared at Lorna’s cock as if they’d never seen such a thing before. No matter how demeaning it seemed, how Lorna disrespected them and slighted them in favor of Esme alone, the idea of being fucked in the ass filled both of them with a thrill of anticipation. And Esme had already gotten to do it.

Phoebe moved first, turning her back on Lorna, dropping to her hands and knees, then looking over her shoulder—past her waggling ass, as shapely and pale as Esme’s had been before Lorna owned it.

“Want my ass as much as Esme’s?” Phoebe asked snidely. “Why would you want Esme’s? It’s played out. Opened up. Slack. Done. Mine’s virgin. You can be the first one to have it. I want you to have it. Fuck me up the ass. Give me your cock in my hot ass. Come on, get over here and fuck my ass for the first time ever!”

Still petting and stroking Esme’s exhausted body, Lorna watched Phoebe shake her pretty ass. She could see the carefully cultivated hairs on Phoebe’s golden cunt, the winking invitation of her anus. Phoebe’s ass did look as wonderful as Esme’s had, wiggling and flexing. Lorna could only imagine what it’d be like to break it in for the first time. 

Esme loved her, had taken her strap without complaint, but it would be an entirely different thrill to take the slightly unwilling Phoebe, knowing she’d scream and curse as she struggled to endure the pain. Lorna wouldn’t want to fuck Esme that hard—only could manage it when Esme begged for more and more of her cock—but dominating Phoebe, teaching her her place and that it was nowhere near as dignified as being the royal bitch… it made her pussy clench.

Sophie followed suit, pressing her head and shoulders to the tile and going further, grabbing both sides of her creamy ass and pulling them as far apart as possible. With her asshole on full display, she was the lewdest vision imaginable, offering her tight ass to Lorna in no uncertain terms. 

“Put it into me!” Sophie growled, circling her ass in tightened need, desperate for a cock to stop its hungry undulations and make it whole. “Shove your cock up my ass! Make me come like you did Esme! Make me your bitch just like she is! I’ll be a good girl, my queen. I’ll come for you. I’ll be the perfect anal whore.” As much as Lorna loved Esme, maybe Sophie was an even bigger slut, an even more enthusiastic anal cocksleeve.

But instead of focusing on either of the two unconquered asses now offered to her, Lorna ran her hand through Esme’s shimmery hair. “How do you feel, baby girl?” she whispered.

“Relaxed. Is that weird?” Esme whispered back. “It stung a bit, but then you made me come so hard that I… I barely feel sore. Lorna dear. My queen. I’ve been with so many men, but none of them are a stud like you.”

“Good. I like my little girl feeing relaxed,” Lorna cooed. “What do you want to do about your sisters? I really am pooped. I’m not used to fucking someone so hard, but you—I just can’t stop until you’re totally satisfied.”

“I did notice. And I appreciate that!” Esme giggled. “I know they can be a lot to take, queenie, but they are family. And you and I both know there’s more you can do for a girl than just giving her the strap.” She leaned in to Lorna’s ear. “Though that’s my favorite.”