**The Castle’s Secret**

I should’ve known when she suggested we tour that old castle. Geli always had a thing for history, but the way her eyes lingered on the tour guide—tall, dark-skinned, built like a god—told me this wasn’t just about the architecture. His name was Malik, and from the moment he shook her hand, I saw her cheeks flush.

We wandered the dim stone halls, Malik’s deep voice weaving stories of knights and conquests. Geli hung on his every word, her hips swaying just a little more as she walked ahead of me. Then, in the shadow of the armory, Malik casually mentioned the *private chambers* reserved for special guests.

“You two should see them,” he said, a slow smirk curling his lips. “Very… intimate.”

Geli bit her lip. “Oh, we’d *love* that.”

The chamber was huge—a four-poster bed draped in velvet, tapestries of forgotten battles. The second the heavy door shut behind us, Geli turned to me, her pupils blown wide. “Marco, I want him.”

My cock twitched. We’d talked about this—her craving for thick, black cock, my shameful excitement watching her take it. But this was real.

Malik didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, cupping Geli’s face. “You want this, little princess?”

She nodded, breathless. His hands slid down, gripping the hem of her sundress, pulling it up over her hips. She wasn’t wearing panties.

“Fuck,” I groaned, palming my dick through my jeans.

Malik’s fingers slid through her pussy lips, already wet. “Mmm, she’s dripping.” He pushed two fingers inside, making her whimper. “Been thinking about this all day?”

“Y-Yes,” Geli gasped, grinding against his hand.

He smirked at me. “Your girl’s hungry.” Then he unzipped his pants.

I nearly came just looking at it—his cock was *massive*, thick and dark, veins running along the shaft like ropes. Geli moaned at the sight, dropping to her knees.

“Oh my *god*,” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around it. They didn’t even touch.

She licked the swollen head, her tongue darting out to taste his precum before taking him into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, but she barely got halfway before gagging.

Malik chuckled, grabbing her hair. “That’s it, baby. Try harder.”

She whimpered, tears in her eyes as she forced herself deeper, drool running down her chin. My cock was leaking just watching her struggle.

Then Malik pulled her up, spinning her toward the bed. “Bend over.”

Geli obeyed, arching her back, presenting her tight little pussy to him. He spat on his cock, stroking it lazily before pressing the fat head against her entrance.

“You ready?” he murmured.

She nodded desperately.

He pushed in—slow, deliberate—stretching her wide. Geli screamed, her fingers clawing the sheets. “Oh fuck, *fuck*! It’s too *big*—”

Malik gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him. “No, it’s not. You love this.”

And she did. Her moans turned filthy as he bottomed out, her cunt stretched obscenely around his shaft. He started fucking her hard, each thrust making her tits bounce.

“Look at her,” Malik growled at me. “Look how she takes it.”

I was jerking my cock now, pre-cum dripping down my fingers. Geli’s eyes met mine, glazed with pleasure. “M-Marco…” she panted. “I—I can’t—*oh god*—!”

Malik slammed into her, his balls slapping against her clit. “Gonna cum in this tight little pussy.”

Geli came instantly, her body trembling as she screamed. Malik groaned, his hips stuttering before he buried himself deep, pumping his load inside her.

When he pulled out, his cum dripped from her swollen pussy down her thighs.

Geli collapsed on the bed, breathless, her legs still shaking. Malik smirked at me. “Your turn.”

I didn’t last five seconds inside her.

And as we left the castle that night, Geli squeezed my hand, whispering, “Next time, I want two of them.”