Chapter 4: Climax
Debbie's breath caught in her throat as a wave of awkwardness washed over her. Brian, too, stood frozen, seemingly sharing her unease.
The King sat naked on his throne, his legs splayed out for Debbie and Brian to observe him openly without shame or concern. He held up a hand.
"It is customary among my people that if a King is unclothed, then those around him must be unclothed as well. I hope you'll find no issue with this," the King declared, eyeing the pair expectantly.
The weight of the King's gaze settled on Debbie, and for a split second, she wavered. She glanced over at Brian and saw him already unzipping his suit, throwing it off to reveal his well-defined, muscular physique.
"We wouldn't want to offend the King, now would we?" Brian smirked.
She hesitated, but knew her mission after their meeting with the Queen. Debbie began to strip off her outer suit and then unclasped the top half, revealing her sizable bare breasts. Her nipples hardened as the cool air licked against them. With a quick flick, she shucked the lower half, hiding her nerves behind confident, calculated movements. The King—no, scrutinized—their every move.
Naked, Debbie stood before the leader. She glanced down at her own body before turning her attention back to them. "I hope this meets your approval," she said with a wink.
The King sat in his throne, unblinking in his gaze as he observed their bodies.
His eyes scanned the length of Debbie's toned figure, stopping briefly at her stiffened nipples before continuing lower. Debbie could see the King's monstrous penis getting harder as he stared at her body.
"Women such as yourself do not often grace our presence," the King finally spoke, breaking the silence. "I am pleased to have your company."
Debbie felt her cheeks flush. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, satisfying the King's lustful desires, but she also knew they needed information from him. And despite herself, she felt a strange desire to entice him further.
The King, still seated, turned to observe Brian. His eyes lingered for a moment on his well-defined pecs and abs before his gaze dropped between Brian's thighs.
The King, used to seeing the robust flaccid members of his own male people, ogled the size of Brian's penis which had shriveled in the cool air.
"Have you been injured, Brian Smith?" he asked, still staring at Brian's penis.
"No sir, it does this in the cold air. It returns to size when ready for sex."
The awkwardness hung in the air like a dense fog, but the King showed no embarrassment or regret. The ruler of the Longtons gazed at the earthlings with renewed interest. Debbie and Brian remained silent as the deep-red coloring spread across their faces.
"Show me," the King ordered, moving from the throne.
Brian smiled, "Well I've never done this before an audience of a king, but..." he trailed off, his fingers instinctively going to his penis and beginning to stroke slowly.
Brian's cock slowly grew to where he could place his firm grip around the base. He continued pumping at it until it reached its full 10" size.
The King's eyes grew wide at this new display, and Debbie felt her own gaze drawn to the mesmerizing movement. The King stepped closer to Brian, both of them utterly entranced by the sight. Debbie, too, could feel her own arousal building as she watched.
"It grows like a fleshy tower," the King marveled over Brian's now fully erect cock.
"Indeed," Brian chuckled, still gripping his raging shaft.
"...and is this as big as it gets?" the King asked.
Brian nodded, a little perturbed at the implication that as a well-hung humanoid he was still small-ish for a Longton. "Yes, this is the biggest it gets. It's ready for sex whenever I am."
"Have you ever had sex with a man?" the King asked, his grip finding its way to the base of his erect Longton cock.
The King studied him with piercing green eyes as he stroked himself. Debbie felt her heart hitch; the air was heavy with protocol and desire, their nudity laden with the power dynamics unfolding.
Brian's eyes never left the King as he confidently answered, "I've only been with women but, in the spirit of your customs, I'm open to trying new experiences."
The King locked eyes with Debbie and approached her, his rigid arousal tantalizingly close.
"And what about you, Debbie Thompson? Would you be open to exploring the pleasures of our culture?" he asked, his hand still wrapped firmly around his sizable shaft.
The tension crackled in the air. Debbie swallowed hard, knowing she had to act fast before the situation got out of control. She took a risky step forward, closing the gap between herself and the King. "Of course." she replied coyly.
Her heart thrummed wildly in her ears, her body electrified by the prospect.
The King lifted his splayed legs from the throne and placed them on the ground. He motioned both of them to come closer.
Slowly, Debbie and Brian approached, the intensity between them escalating. The king's gaze bored into them, his excitement palpable as his long, thick shaft jutted out in front of him, weaved tightly with veins and topped with a bulbous, purple head.
King Longton had an appetite for the perverse, something Debbie and Brian were about to fulfill.
The Longton ruler grasped Brian's shaft firmly in one hand, massaging the length with a confident grip. Meanwhile, his other hand reached for Debbie, trailing her entrance with his finger.
"You are both so warm, like you are wearing a winter coat inside your bodies. I find that intriguing," King Longton mused, his voice thick with anticipation.
Under the enchanting guidance of King Longton's touch, Debbie and Brian surrendered to the sexual curiosity of the ruler.
Debbie shivered as King Longton's skillful fingers slid between her folds, eliciting a soft gasp. The King grinned at the duo, his hand ablaze with eagerness.
"I ache to see you fit inside her," King Longton announced, dipping a finger into Debbie before swiftly guiding Brian closer.
Grasping his shaft, the King aligned it with Debbie's entrance, her eyes flickering with a heated mixture of apprehension and anticipation.
"Take me, Brian," she demanded, challenging him and inciting the King's excitement.
As their bodies collided, Debbie let out a sigh of pleasure. The mastery of Brian's thrust sent waves of delight ricocheting through her, the tingling pooling somewhere between her thighs.
Her mind swirled with a cocktail of eroticism and depravity.
"Debbie, you feel so fucking good," Brian panted, sweat glistening on his sculpted shoulders and chest.
King Longton watched them with unwavering fascination, stroking himself in rhythm with Brian's increasingly rapid plunges. The king got up to align his member with Debbie's mouth.
He grabbed the back of her head, rubbing his shaft against her lower lip, leaving a thin line of precum on her pale skin. Without asking, he thrust himself inside her mouth, causing her eyes to widen. The girth of the cock stretched her lips, resting in the back of her throat. Brian continued to pound into her as she bobbed her head in sync, inhaling short gaps of air as the king held onto her hair.
The room filled with the unmistakable sounds of raw sex; the slapping of flesh against flesh, slurping, and wet moans.