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CHAPTER 11 – Axel

Landing in Queen Neopia’sdomain was just one more example of our rotten bad luck. The woman was incredibly shrewd and knew a thing or two about keeping what she wanted. The only way out was by her command, another little trick that served her well.

She was one who enjoyed the finer things in life. Queen Neopia liked the company and had a hard time with the fact that they didn’t like to come. You couldn’t blame them when a visit to her domain would leave you poorer and often lighter on crew. She kept whatever she liked.

So, the moment I walked in to see Sarah looking like an exotic bird, completely naked with her long blonde hair floating around her. I knew that we were in trouble. Not only did I want to fuck her against the nearest wall, floor, table—anything. I wanted to spend hours going over the intricate tattoos that were placed on her body. She was truly a work of art.

When Sarah turned and smiled at me I felt my dick jump and my heart drop.

“Leave us,” I commanded Neopia's servants.

The pretty men disbursed quickly as I advanced on Sarah.

“What’s up, cowboy?” she grinned at me.

“I am not a cowboy, and my cock is what is up.”

Her eyes widened, and the minx licked her lips. It was then that I noticed there wasn’t a hair on her body. They had done something to make her skin glow.

I needed to be inside her—Immediately.

I picked her up and loved how she automatically wrapped her legs around my waist. Our lips met, and she locked her ankles at my back. I growled in appreciation and kissed her perfect lips. Tasting of spices and fruit, I couldn’t get enough of her. Her naked breasts pushed against my chest and I could feel the heat from her pussy through my uniform. She was as hot for me as I was for her.

Sarah nipped at my lip causing me to moan.

“Axel,” she panted my name, “I can’t dance.”

My lust filled brain couldn’t compute, “Who the fuck cares?”

She laughed but I swallowed it up with my mouth. It was while before she broke away to speak again, “Axel, I really can’t dance.”

Neopia.

I wrenched my lips away, but her skin was calling to me, so they latched onto her neck.

Sarah was babbling about something, “I took clogging as a little girl, but one of my shoes flew off and knocked the instructor's tooth out. Needless to say, I was asked not to return. I tried to do the exercising pole dancing and gave myself a concussion.”

I paused, the thought of Sarah pole dancing was one that I liked taking up residence in my mind.

She yanked on my hair. “Are you listening to me?”

“Terrible dancer, concussion,” I repeated like a good boy.

She sighed in my arms, “They are going to know I am not a sex slave.”

I raised a brow, “How do you figure?”

“I don’t know the first thing about dancing sexy, Axel!”

The panic in her voice was calming on my libido.

“Sarah, you don’t have to do a good job. In fact, the worse you do the better it is, because we don’t want her to like you.”

“So, you are saying I am supposed to go out there naked and dance like an idiot?”

I frowned, “They aren’t giving you anything to wear?”

She motioned to the painted tattoos.

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