Stripped Bare

I am your sex

A/N: And Hello again! Hope everyone is safe, healthy and well!!!

Above: The lusciously hot Dante above - Amadeo Leandro

Continuing with Dante, he finds himself in another predicament, not easily gotten out of. The royals are certainly keeping him busy, especially Elena...

Warning: male x female action here - involving threesome. Readers' discretion required. Only 18+ up!

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The villa:

Walid drove them both up to an incredibly magnificent Spanish style hacienda, gleaming in the sunlight. Its' arched alcoves threw dark, eerie shadows on the driveway. Dante found his thoughts driven into a frenzy of fear and apprehension, which he silently willed himself to ignore. He had to remain calm if he was to endure the rest of this strange trip.

If it was his destiny to be rewarded with the capture of this prince and his cronies, so be it. He vowed to put a stop to the man's evil dealings with scrupulous characters, who were equally wanted by the FBI, CIA, MI5 and The Organization.

The sounds of flowing water from the main fountain greeted them both, as Walid helped Dante and his bag out of the car, accompanying him as far as the doorstep. A young, pretty maid opened one side of the heavy wooden doors to let them in.

Dante smiled at her softly, and she reciprocated shyly. Dante looked around at what would probably be his new home for the next few weeks. It was a palace compared to what he'd been used to, and equally as breathtaking as the Prince's other residence. He wondered just how many of such residences the prince actually owned, apart from the ones he was scheduled to visit during these few weeks.

He was led to his room by the maid while Walid had some errands to do. She excused herself as Dante entered his room. The view from the bedroom was splendid, stretching over the clear, blue ocean, crashing on the rocks below them. He observed the pool deck which featured an infinity pool, as the deck entirely overlooked the ocean. He spied the royal couple, lounging languorously on the deck chairs, while sipping cocktails in the mid-afternoon breeze.

He felt worn out, struggling to keep his eyes open so he decided to get some rest. His body was still reeling with the after effects of his brutal abuse, even though he had been given antibiotics and full bed rest during his stay in the hospital. The bed seemed so inviting with its' fluffy, lush pillows and comfortable mattress. He undressed slowly and lay down between the cool sheets, underneath the softest blanket, and promptly fell asleep. He wanted to sleep away the turmoil that had settled uneasily in his mind.

He woke up, mysteriously aroused, with the blanket strewn to one side. Elena was between his thighs pleasuring him, her mouth over the bulbous head of his erection, gripping his right hip with one hand and rubbing his shaft and balls with the other.

He arched his back, clenching his teeth, as he fought to keep himself from moaning out loud. His entire body spasmed as he fisted the sheets, hips bucking in response to her assault on his body. He felt her tongue glide over his shaft, sending ripples throughout his very being, from the bottoms of his feet, spreading outwards to his fingertips. His toes curled, as her tongue continued to titillate him.

His heart was playing an intense march rhythm that seemed to be driving faster and faster. Her deft fingers slid up and down his hardness, driving him into sexual ecstasy.

Holding back was a bad idea. It made him even more aroused as he pumped his hips, matching the rise and fall of her breasts, until he no longer could control the explosion of euphoria that flooded over him as he came in her mouth.

She grinned as she swallowed his seed, licking her lips. "I'm not yet done...with you" she simply said. Adjusting her body, she lifted her sheer gown, revealing her nakedness. She straddled him, aligning her hips as over his, as she took his full length within her, impaling herself upon his rigid cock.

She started slowly, deliberately moving her hips rhythmically while riding him. Then moving faster, he found his body responding feverishly, as his eyes drank in the sight of this buxom blond female on top of him, the areolas of her breasts in full bloom as her nipples erected to his touch.

He reached up, caressing each breast, fondling them, massaging them, kneading them in his hands as she moaned out his name. She stroked his pecs, gliding her hands across his taut stomach, tracing his rock-hard abs with fervor.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dante spotted the prince standing a short distance away, staring at them intensely as he stood by the window, mesmerized by the spectacle.

He wanted to stop...to tell her to get off him but the prince nodded 'No'. They both came, his form filling her, driving into her lustfully. The force of the sexual act was too great that they moaned in unison. His seed spilled into her, soaking her as she shook from the euphoric, sensual delight that invaded her very core.

It was far from over. The pretty young maid had entered, and tried to withdraw upon seeing them naked upon the bed. The prince grabbed her wrist forcibly, causing her to struggle.

To Dante's shock, the prince ordered her to strip and mount the bed that held them both. Elena pulled the frightened young woman towards her as she shivered in vain while trying to free herself from her mistress' grasp.

"Taste where he took me..." she ordered, pushing the maid down between her slick thighs.

The young woman obediently began to lick her mistress' mound, her tongue forcing its way into her core. Elena arched her body, throwing her head back with a sigh.

The prince then motioned to Dante to get up and position himself behind the young woman. She bent her body downwards, spreading her thighs to him, exposing her small, tender pink core, inviting him to enter her from behind.

He inserted two fingers into her hot pussy, getting her ready for his thickness. She nodded, already pumping into his fingers, her core getting wet with his touch. She gasped, tears threatening to break, feeling his huge girth gently slide into her small body.

He grasped her hips, taking slow thrusts in and out of her as she spread her legs wider to accommodate him.

Noticing that she was getting comfortable with his size, he continued to pump faster into her, groaning out his pleasure as she moaned. The prince fumbled with his trousers, unzipping them as he grabbed himself inside his boxer shorts, letting a moan escape from his own lips as he watched the threesome continue into the night...

At the back of his mind, a thought constantly nagged at Dante. How on earth did the prince seem so active, so agile even though his body was riddled with stage 4 cancer?

But Dante had played his part convincingly, until his body took its' toll, and he found himself drifting off to sleep... 

A/N: So, what do you think is going through Dante's mind at this moment? How will the royals get what they want? Stay tuned!!! If you like it, please vote, and I would love to hear from you! Leave a comment or two!