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“So you choose to give yourself to him first?! After what we have shared?!” roared Ephraim as he grabbed a fistful of her hair from behind and pulled her away from Darius.
Jan yelped in shock, her eyes opening wide as she was broken out of the wonderful state she’d been in after feeling Sheikh Darius pour the heat of his arousal into her ready depths. She felt Darius’s cock slide out of her, and suddenly she was empty, alone, scared as she sensed the fury of Ephraim’s unsatisfied arousal.
Oh, God, he’s seriously insulted, it hit her when Ephraim whipped her body around to face him, and a chill ran through her when she looked into his eyes. She’d just spent four days with him, and she’d come in his arms as she stared into those eyes. Oh, God, how was she going to manage this?! How could this ever work?!
“You looked into my eyes and came for me,” he whispered, leaning close and sniffing her like a dog in heat. “And now you take Darius in your mouth, take him in your cunt, while I hold you like a servant, a slave, a second-place finisher. Never again. Never again. You hear me?”
Jan felt herself nodding as she looked into his eyes, and she smiled and tried to kiss him. But he pushed her face away roughly, even as she tried to kiss him again.
“No,” he said. “You do not look at me now. Turn around. On your knees, and turn around. Face the good Sheikh Darius, and let him see you pay the price for giving him first entry.”
Jan shuddered as she did what he said. Ephraim was deadly serious, naked and hard as he went up on his knees behind her. His cock was erect and angry, red and oozing, and he gave her one last look before grabbing her hair again and turning her to face away from him.
“Up on your knees for your Sheikh,” he ordered, pushing her face forward, angling her ass upwards. “Good. Now look at the good Sheikh Darius, and thank him for what is about to come.”
Jan blinked away the haze as fear gave her a clarity that was dazzling. She stared at Darius, who was lazily spread on the deck before her, naked and glistening with sweat, breathing heavily, his cock half-erect and still oozing semen onto the wooden planks. He had a half-smile on his face, and he just looked into her eyes without making any move toward her.
“What’s happening, Darius?” Jan whispered as she felt Ephraim’s hands leave her for a moment.
“Just look at me,” Darius said. “Just look at me. It will be all right after the initial shock.”
“Yes, look at him, Jan,” came Ephraim’s voice from behind. “But do not believe him for a moment. It will most certainly not be all right after the initial shock.”
Jan turned her head in panic, and it was just in time to see Ephraim twisting his thick leather belt around his right hand and brandishing it like a whip. Then he smiled at her, looked at Darius for a moment, and without any more hesitation brought the leather tail down smack on her naked buttocks.
She screamed as the whiplash stung her like a thousand needles, and she scrambled to turn away from him. But suddenly Darius was there in front of her, holding her in place, pushing her shoulders down towards the deck so her ass was forced to stay upturned and ready for the next strike.
“What are you doing, you maniacs?!” she screamed as Ephraim brought the whip down on her again, sending shards of pain through her buttocks and thighs. She could see Darius’s cock harden before her very eyes, and she strained her neck to look up at him. “Please,” she groaned as Ephraim lashed out for the third time, almost making her eyes pop out from the feeling of the heavy leather slapping against her bare, sunbaked skin. “Make him stop.”
“Only you can make him stop,” said Darius.
“How?” she screamed as Ephraim whipped her again so hard she almost burst into tears. “He’s gone mad! How can I make him stop?!”
Darius leaned close, and in his eyes she saw something that made her shiver, like this was another test, a test for him, for her, for all three of them. “Just say stop,” he whispered. “If you wish to be queen, act like a queen. You choose. You decide. You command.” He took a breath as his jaw tightened. “You choose whether to submit.”
Jan stared back at Darius as Ephraim whipped her one last time and then started to spank her bottoms with his open palms, slapping her hard and firm, making her buttocks shiver as he roared. Suddenly Jan decided that she was indeed in control, that even though she couldn’t possibly match up with even one of these Sheikhs physically, she was still in control. She thought back to the way she’d looked into Ephraim’s eyes as she came for him, and for a moment she understood the perverse rage he must feel at seeing her take another man into her mouth, invite him into her vagina, smile as he came into her depths. They were all being tested, weren’t they? It was an experiment for all of them, wasn’t it?
So as she felt herself being spanked raw from behind even as Darius’s cock began to harden in front of her, Jan smiled and turned her head halfway and whispered to Ephraim: “Don’t stop. Let it out, Ephraim. Everything you have. I can take it. I will take it.”
As she said it she felt Darius’s cock go to full mast in front of her, and without thinking she took him back into her mouth just as she felt Ephraim part her from behind and drive up into her. Suddenly she was filled from front and behind, two Sheikhs taking her at once, sharing her, both of them so hard and monstrous she could barely breathe.
For a moment it felt like time stood still, and she smiled as the sun beat down on her naked back. Her eyes stayed closed, but she could see golden light all around her, like the waters of the Golden Oasis were shining inside her. Then she began to move, slowly, rocking back and forth, acutely aware of Darius in her mouth and Ephraim in her pussy, realizing without a doubt that she was controlling both of them right now, that they were powerless, in her power, that she owned them, ruled them, wanted them, loved them.
A moment later she felt them both come, and her own orgasm rolled in alongside like it had been waiting in the wings, watching Jan’s transformation into this woman, this beast, this queen. She swallowed Darius’s seed as she clenched her pussy and milked Ephraim’s throbbing cock, Darius’s balls slapping against her chin as Ephraim’s sacks pressed against the fork beneath her ass. Both kings were roaring to the heavens, calling out the name of their god, shouting in Arabic as they shared her sex. But for Jan everything was quiet, serene, calm as the waters of the oasis.
Then as she felt the two Sheikhs finish inside her and pull out, both of them reaching for her stretched and exhausted body as the three of them lay together on the exposed deck, Jan thought that the calm she felt was an illusion, that there was a storm coming, and she was in the eye of it.