"Fly me, Xerxes," Alison said. "Make me feel like I'm floating on a cloud."

     "Your wish is my command," Xerxes replied.

​     Xerxes swept her up in his arms, then rose until they hovered twenty feet over everyone's heads.

     "This is all a little public," Alison said. "I'm thinking of Winston."

     "Of course." Xerxes rose until the grotto looked no bigger than a postage stamp below them.

     Alison tensed. "Now that we're up here, I..."

     "Do you trust me?" Adam asked.

     "I do," Alison replied. surprising herself because, in fact, she meant that, even though Xerxes was a complete stranger and probably not even human.

     "Then make love with me now, here, and know that you are safe in my arms."

​     Alison turned so she could wrap her legs around his massive butt cheeks and slip his cock into her vagina slit. Xerxes began his strokes, and, as he did, he held Alison in such a way that she felt as safe as if she were in her own bed. Her legs cramped so she had to extend them. It became Xerxes' turn to grip her butt cheeks, and Alison thought, oh my dear shit, this man is ​fucking me. She went to go for her climax, but a bomb of one slammed into her even as she had that thought. 

​     "Aagghhh!"

     Alison collected herself as Xerxes lowered her back to the grotto.

     Where's Winston? was her first clear thought. Where'd he get off to?

CONTINUE