Danica Pt. 16

The messenger bowed again, and Danica showed him to the door. Looking out the door as she let him out, Danica realized she didn't have long to prepare if she wanted to reach the palace in time.

She hurried to her bath, asking Tari to prepare something specific – very revealing and easily shed – for her to dance in. Once she finished bathing, Danica put on the clothing Tari had laid out for her. The linen top hung from her shoulders by thin straps and just covered her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. In truth, it did little to cover her since it was so sheer as to appear almost completely transparent.

Her pleated skirt was made of the same material, but hid more of her because of the pleats. The way the pleats were fashioned, Danica knew that concealing element would vanish quickly if she spun even slightly as she danced.

She put on the bracelets and anklets with the bells that sounded like cymbals, and added a beaded rope belt having more of the same bells attached to it. She slipped on a pair of sandals, but these were simply to protect her feet on the journey to the palace. She would take them – and the linen robe she put on last – off before she danced.

Once she was prepared, Danica stepped outside and discovered that at least the trip to the palace would not prove troublesome. The palace had sent a curtained sedan chair for her, borne upon long poles by a dozen strong men. The messenger who had informed her of the Prince's desire to see her dance gestured to the conveyance when Danica emerged from the house.

Danica pulled the curtains when she sat down, feeling self-conscious about people carrying her around like royalty. She found the curtains were sheer enough that she could easily see through them. The cushions were soft and comfortable, and the bearers well trained. The ride was swift and pleasant, and she soon recognized the interior of the palace. The bearers only sat the chair down when they had arrived within the audience hall where she had danced before.

Danica stepped from inside the curtains to see that only the sons of the King were present in the hall, along with a troupe of musicians. The bearers and the messenger who had delivered her left the room as soon as she exited the conveyance.

Danica stepped forward and curtsied, saying, "I am honored that you would seek me out and request that I dance for you."

The young man, whom Danica determined must be the oldest since he sat on the throne, flanked by his younger brothers, replied, "These halls echo with praises for your dance, and we would see such wonders ourselves."

The men were obviously brothers, and all very close in age. Unless Danica missed her guess, some of them had different mothers, because she doubted from looking at them that there was enough difference in their ages to have allowed one woman to bear them all.

All had dark hair, worn long, and skin tone that was dusky but looked more like a tan than the darker skin of the commoners. They were all powerfully built, and quite handsome. Danica felt a tingle run through her breasts and between her legs as she looked on them.

Danica smiled and said, "Allow me a moment to speak with the musicians and I will be pleased to dance for you."

She did just that, telling the musicians to strike up the same music from her last dance. She planned to do the same routine, only slightly modified for the different audience.

Upon informing the musicians of the music and cues, Danica returned to her spot before the throne, removing her sandals and robe. Smiles crept onto the faces of the brothers as she revealed her body to them.

Danica lifted her arms above her head, signaling for the music to begin. Her dance was once again flawless, and this time she took pains to make intimate eye contact with each of the brothers, as she had with the governor before. The evidence of the men’s arousal was evident shortly after Danica began her dance, kilts rising into tents from their laps.

When Danica ended her dance, kneeling at the foot of the throne, she could see the root of the eldest brother's cock beneath the raised hem of his kilt. She licked her lips seeing the thickness of his organ, and the length was obvious from the peak of the kilt. As she rose, she noticed identical peaks from all the brothers.

The stamping applause began as soon as she rose to her feet, and Danica had to cut off a moan of arousal as the erections in front of her danced with the stomping feet. She had already started getting damp during her dance, but she was now truly wet thinking about what lay beneath those kilts.

The eldest spoke again once the stomping applause ended. "Those who spoke of your dance spoke true. You are truly blessed of Tayatet. Your dance is truly a wonder to behold, as is your body while you do it."

Danica let a crooked smile creep onto her face and glanced again at the tent in the lap of the eldest son. "So I see." She then glanced at the brothers as well. "It seems Pharaoh's godly traits breed true in all his noble sons."

A pair of the brothers looked slightly embarrassed for a moment, but all smiled at the statement. One brother leaned over to whisper to another, and then sat back up and spoke, "Were you to choose one of us, whose seed would you nurture in your womb as son of the Living God?"

Danica licked her lips slowly and sensually before she spoke, "My field lies barren, I'm afraid, but I could not possibly choose from just looking."

The eldest looked to all his brothers with a wide knowing smile, and then turned back to Danica. "And what would be necessary to enable you to choose?"

Danica stepped closer to the brothers. "If I were to choose, I would need to know who could make me flow like your blessed river. Who could take me to a pinnacle higher than the tallest pyramid. Who could make my body shake as if an earthquake was centered in my womb."

The eldest looked at her with unabashed lust. "This sounds like a fine challenge for sons of the Living God."

"I could make no promises, but I would certainly consider each of you carefully."

"Do your loins burn in anticipation of such a choosing?" One brother said while trying to stare through the concealing cloth.

Danica offered him an unobstructed view when she hiked up the skirt and dipped two fingers inside her. She brought them to her mouth and sucked the abundant juices from them with a smile.

The eldest spoke again, "It is not often we experience the joy of releasing our seed within. Our position requires that we may only impregnate a woman when the proper signs are in order."

Danica stepped forward again, now inches away from the eldest of the brothers. The sight of five hard cocks aching to slip inside her was too much to resist. "I can offer you that joy without fear of offending the gods," she said in a husky voice.

The eldest waved to the musicians, "You are dismissed."

The musicians filed out quickly, and as soon as the door closed behind them, the man before Danica stood. His hard cock, pointing straight out, was so close to touching her that she likely could not have slipped a sheet of paper between it and her body.

Danica reached down and pulled up on his kilt. The cloth only had to move a short distance to reveal his manhood. Danica moaned, noticing that the head of his thick, uncut cock flared wider than any she had seen before. She had seen men as thick as he, but never with such a large head.

Reaching down to wrap her hand around it, she shuddered and thought how incredible it would feel pressing against her walls and pulling at her labia as he took her. "Take me and sow your seed deep inside me, noble son," Danica purred while stroking her finger over that huge helmet.

Looking up into his eyes, she pulled the straps of her top off her shoulders. He pulled down on the cloth and it slid off her breasts to her waist. Another tug of his hands sent it and her skirt to the floor.

Danica stepped around him and bent over, putting her hands on the throne. As soon as she assumed the position, she wondered whether it might be some sort of affront to the throne. She had simply felt too aroused to care. Either there was no breach of etiquette or he didn't care either, because she felt his hands on her hips almost instantly.

One hand left her to guide his cock inside her, and Danica felt the big tip press against her lips. She groaned in bliss as the wide flare of his head, and then his thick shaft, easily slid into her wet depths.

Her lips were pulled inward as he buried his full length inside her. Danica's body tingled as his girth stretched her. She gasped when the flared head of his cock rubbed against the bundle of nerves behind her mound as he penetrated her, and then moaned when it came to rest against her cervix.

A jolt of pleasure shot up her spine as he withdrew, once again rubbing against that special spot inside her. He withdrew almost completely, pulling her lips slightly outward, leaving only the very tip still between her lips.

He then thrust back inside her, more quickly than his initial insertion, assuming a quick, steady rhythm of thrusts. Every time his flared glans pushed or pulled her lips, it sent a flash of heat all through her sex. This was immediately punctuated by a sharp jolt like electricity as it rubbed with strong pressure against her special spot. Soon, the heat was a constant glow and the jolts became a current running up and down her spine.

Her breasts swinging like pendulums from his thrusts, Danica could do nothing but gasp as her senses were overwhelmed by the unique sensation his cock was giving her. Her muscles tensed and she quivered, her teeth clenched tightly together. Then she felt as if her mind and body both went numb. She dimly noted his thrusting shaft penetrating her a dozen or more times as she continued to quake with her eyes tightly closed.

When sensation returned, it was an explosion of chilling electricity erupting from deep within her and quickly filling her entire body. Danica screamed as her climax saturated every inch of her body with energy. Despite the heat that had coated her body in a thin sheen of sweat, she broke out into gooseflesh. Every thrust of his thick member inside her brought on another scream, and her orgasm continued.

His grip on her hips tightened, and Danica felt him slam home with great force, jarring her forward and off balance. She quickly edged a hand forward to keep from hitting her head, and at the same moment heard him scream in release.

The feeling of his hot cream filling her took the icy bite off her orgasm, and Danica moaned in ecstasy. She reached back with one hand to rub her clit, and after a few strokes, she came again. This time it was with a swelling of heat that spread from the warm pool of his semen inside her.

Danica moved her arms together and lay them down on the throne, allowing her head to fall on top of her hands as she continued to quiver. Behind her, the prince gasped and groaned from her muscles squeezing him tight.

When he withdrew, it was with a growling scream that Danica echoed. She moaned as her aftershocks then settled into afterglow.

She heard something behind her and turned to see one of the other brothers rising up from a kneeling position. Looking down she saw a bowl that was of a type she recognized. It was an offering bowl dedicated to Quadesis.

"Will you offer the fruits of your coupling to the goddess?" He asked her.

Danica moaned and rose back up on her hands again. She contracted her muscles, slowly pushing his semen from inside her. When she felt the sticky bubble reaching her lips, she reached back and parted them wide, allowing the ropes of mingled cum to drop from her into the bowl below. She looked over and saw that the eldest brother who had just filled her had collapsed into a chair, breathing heavily, his still half-hard cock twitching with every other heartbeat.

When she ceased to drip, Danica let her head sink down to the throne again. She felt a hand on her upraised ass and turned back to see one of the other brothers behind her, looking down and requesting permission from her with his eyes. He had removed his kilt and Danica could see that his cock was a twin to that of the eldest brother.

Danica moaned, shivered, and then raised back up to support her upper body on her hands again. "Take me," she gasped.

Each of the brothers took her in turn, their near identical cocks giving her the same unique sensation and powerful orgasm as had the first. It was not so overwhelming now that she had experienced it once, and that only made her release all the more pleasurable. The brother who was a priest of Quadesis caught the mingled juices in the bowl after each coupling, and he was the last to fill her.

The eldest brother ordered cushions brought and piled in the floor at some point, though Danica only vaguely recalled it happening. One of the brothers led her on wobbling knees to the cushions once she ceased to drip the priest's own offering into the bowl.

Danica felt little twinges of pain from inside her, and she knew she had overdone it. Five times with such large cocks in such rapid succession was causing her body to protest. The priestly brother recovered quickly, even showing signs of growing hard again as he knelt down next to her.

"I will ask the goddess to offer us a blessing of healing and virility," he told her.

The priest chanted over the bowl, and Danica could see a faint rosy glow emerge from the bottom of the bowl as he chanted. When he completed his prayer, he dipped his finger into the bowl and drew a sigil on Danica's right breast. He repeated it on her left, and then on her mound. The faintly glowing cum felt extremely warm on Danica's skin.

When the last sigil was complete, Danica felt healing energy wash through her. The pain in her depths vanished, and she felt instantly refreshed. She also felt abundant wetness gathering between her legs, the priests spell obviously inflaming her passions once more.

He dipped his finger in the bowl again and pooled the cum within on his fingers. It hung in short tendrils from his fingers as he brought it near Danica's lips. Danica pulled his hand downward and sucked his fingers clean.

The cream tasted sweet, like wine, and was just as intoxicating. Danica continued to suck on his fingers long after every bit of the sticky semen was gone. He brought the bowl near her, and tipped it toward her slightly. "Drink," he requested.

The taste from his fingers gave her good reason to. She sat upright and took the bowl, tipping it and drinking down the contents. It tasted exactly as it had on his fingers, and she pooled what would not drip from the bowl on her fingers to get all she could from the bowl.

Her arousal spiked even higher, and she felt as if she had awakened from a restful sleep full of wonderful dreams. She moaned and tilted her head back, closing her eyes and letting the euphoria wash over her for a moment.

When she sat the bowl down, the priestly brother pulled her hand to him, wrapping it around his half-hard cock. He shuddered and gasped, and instantly swelled to hardness.

He gestured to his brothers, and they approached to stand around her in a circle. The priest guided her to touch each of them in turn, and their cocks swelled in her hand as well.

Danica’s juices flowed from her in a torrent, far more than was natural she knew. One of the brothers instructed her to lie back, and did so without hesitation. He parted her legs and lapped up the flowing juices. Every part of Danica's folds felt hyper sensitive, and she erupted into orgasm after only a few moments, washing his face in a flood of wetness.

He rose from between her thighs as her orgasm died down, saying, "Your nectar will give us strength to continue to pleasure you for many hours."

The next brother approached and lapped her to another orgasm just as quickly as the first. Each brother in turn drank up her juices and was revitalized.

As Danica recovered from the fifth orgasm, she said, "Take me. Fill me everywhere – my mouth, my ass, my pussy..."

The priestly brother was the first to react, dipping his cock into her saturated sex and giving a couple of half strokes before withdrawing. He lifted her and moved beneath her, sliding his cock into her ass.

The eldest brother then knelt in front of her and filled her pussy as the priest slowly stroked his thick cock in her ass. Danica moaned and her eyes rolled up in her head for a minute as she felt their cocks seemingly meeting through her walls inside her. Her magically enhanced wetness remained slick in her bottom, allowing the one brother to continue thrusting without any additional lubrication.

She looked up at another brother and flicked her tongue toward him. He smiled, and stepped forward to have his cock engulfed in her mouth. Danica came before she had sucked the cock in her mouth twice. She squealed around his shaft as he started to thrust into her mouth. The remaining brothers each moved to one side of her to tease her bouncing nipples with their fingers.

Danica discovered that the magic seemed to dull her gag reflex, and she encouraged the brother stroking her mouth on to greater efforts. He was soon hitting her throat with every thrust and loudly groaning in pleasure. Danica moaned around his cock, forced to release it to scream in orgasm once again a few moments later.

First her pussy, then her mouth, and finally her ass were filled with cum when she reached a third peak only a couple of minutes later. Her desires had not dulled in the slightest, and she told the men to change positions. None of them had lost their steel either, despite having filled her with cum only seconds before. The oldest brother claimed her tight ass this time, while the two brothers who had teased her nipples filled her pussy and mouth. The other two brothers who had already ejaculated lay down and suckled her nipples.

Danica came again only a couple of minutes later.

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Before she finally left, well into the next afternoon, each of the brothers had emptied his seed into her six more times. Danica had felt as if she were in one unending orgasm throughout the entire time. The magic of the priest ensured she had the energy to do it, and she felt neither pain nor fatigue when she at last rose to return to Zoraster's house in the city.

The frenzied coupling had only ceased because the eldest brother admitted with a sigh that they were delaying the day's business by occupying the audience hall. The brothers had all offered her boons, but she had simply whispered in turn to each that she would remember, and ask if she ever needed anything. She also told them that she certainly was not adverse to dancing for them or coupling with them again.

One brother naturally asked the question that had sparked the marathon session of lovemaking, "Could you choose between us now?"

Danica laughed. "I'll have to think about it. We might just have to try this again before I could really be sure."

"I can accept that," he replied, causing Danica to laugh.

She kissed each of them goodbye then, put on her clothes and took her leave.

Danica practically floated back to the house. She had been offered another ride in the divan couch, but simply had too much energy to remain confined to the chair, choosing to walk instead. She was engulfed in a deep, warm afterglow the likes of which she had never felt before.

She was also still aroused, and almost immediately pulled Rehkmire and Tari into her bed upon arriving home. It seemed the magic to grant stamina to those who tasted her remained effective, because both Tari and Rehkmire showed equal passion and endurance to her as they coupled.