“A ripe, juicy fruit that is as tart as an earth peach with a mellow honey aftertaste,” Chel whispered into her ear, his smooth voice stroking over her senses like soft fur.
“Your sex is equally juicy,” Gwarnon’s hands gripped her hips, tilting her back so her bottom stuck out, exposing her pussy. “I must taste you. Please, my bride, give me permission to pleasure you.”
“Please,” she whispered against Chel’s lips.
The world spun and she found herself with her back pressed to Chel’s front, his strong hands gently gripping her thighs, holding her open for the still kneeling Gwarnon.
Thunder pulsed through her veins as he stared up at her from beneath his dark, arched brows, a positively sinful passion flaring in his deep blue gaze.
“She smells so good,” Chel groaned into her ear as he nuzzled the side of her head.
“You called these your delicate bits,” Gwarnon’s gaze fell from hers down to her spread sex. “I can see why. Your sex is as delicate as the frills of a flower. And you smell as sweet.”
Normally she would have been embarrassed to be so exposed, to have a man audibly smelling her pussy, but with the soul bond the shared she knew how sexy they found her, how beautiful. Their lust had an edge of almost worship to it, and she was more than happy to be the source of their powerful feelings and emotions. The sense of anticipation heightened further as Gwarnon slowly leaned forward, his hair falling off his shoulders as he reached up with one hand and stroked her clit with his thumb.
Her immediate reaction was to arch in Chel’s arms and groan, her pussy contracting almost painfully with the need for more.
“I had meant to take my time with you, alyah,” Gwarnon growled, “but our need for each other is too strong. Perhaps in a hundred years, I will have the patience to explore your body as you deserve, but right now I must feel what it is like to have you orgasm on my tongue.”
Reaching behind her head, she looped her arms around Chel’s neck, burying her hands into his hair as she arched her back, pressing her pussy into Gwarnon’s face.
Chel laughed softly, but she ignored him because Gwarnon was licking her with a long, surprisingly rough tongue. A shiver of pure pleasure raced up and down her spine, ending in her tightening sex. He quickly found her clit, and started to caress it with gentle licks, the pressure of his caress growing until he had her rocking against his mouth.
“That is it,” Chel purred into her ear, his hands shifting to hold her wider for Gwarnon. “I can feel the pleasure he is giving you, how much you love having his face between your legs. Lord of Life, that feels amazing. Keep doing that, brother. Suck on her clit. Earth women love that.”
A finger breeched her pussy just as Gwarnon pulled her clit between his pursed lips and sucked. She went crazy, writhing her hips against his face, pulling on Chel’s hair as the pressure built to an unbearable height. Before she could go over the edge, Gwarnon stood and placed the thick mushroom head of his cock against her pulsing entrance.
Chel lowered her, inch by delicious inch, the large head stinging as it pushed into her, stretching her further than she’d ever experienced. The feeling was exquisite, and she wiggled her hips, feeling him pressing against different areas that had never been touched before. Her entire pussy contracted hard, and she leaned forward, capturing Gwarnon’s mouth in a kiss that was surprisingly tender. His love for her flowed between them, the feeling almost as good as his dick finally seated all the way inside of her.
The thick length pulsed, the sensation enhanced by Chel’s lips on her neck, his heavy breaths warming her skin, the scent of their male pheromones filling the air. She leaned back against Chel’s chest, groaning as the men began to use her body like a doll, holding them between her and raising and lowering her on Gwarnon’s shaft like she weighed no more than a pillow. Once again, the feeling of being intensely feminine and sexy filled her, washing away old bitter memories in pure pleasure. She closed her eyes, losing herself in them, immersing her soul into theirs as much as she could.
Chel’s thick shaft slid against her back, his precum making her skin slippery. She could somehow sense that he was immersed in Gwarnon’s mind right now, feeling what his blood brother experienced while fucking her. Curious, she opened her connection between herself and Gwarnon wider, and came almost instantly.
He loved fucking her. Adored, cherished, desired, coveted—a million emotions she had no words to explain cascaded over Lacey. She was the center of his universe, the reason he existed, his eternal beloved. The words were almost shouted into her mind as her orgasm broke over her, bright lights shimmering behind her closed eyelids, the throb in her pussy a tingling bliss that raced through her nervous system. Chel shuddered behind her, his cock vibrating against her back and buttocks, while Gwarnon’s erection thrummed inside of her, drawing her orgasm out until she was gasping for breath, clawing at any bit of their bodies they could reach.
“Enough!” Gwarnon roared, stumbling back from her before falling to his knees.
Her body twitched, her mouth unable to form words as Chel somehow got them to the big bed before he crumpled with a grunt. Lacey tried to reassure them she was all right, but she wondered if she just came so hard, she had a stroke. Her body didn’t want to move, buzzing and tingling in the most wonderful way. It felt like a thousand feathers were being stroked over her skin, as if a thousand pound weight had just been removed from her soul.
When Gwarnon managed to pull himself onto the bed next to her, he gave her a shaky smile. “Are you all right, my alyah?”
Unable to form words, she gave him a smile and a thumbs up, her mind still floating in the clouds like she was high.
Chel lifted his head to look at her hand, then flopped it back down on the bed. “That means she is fine.”
Gwarnon gathered her to his chest, and Chel pressed in from behind, contentment radiating from the men, blanketing her soul in warmth just like their bodies warmed hers.
“May I tend to you, my bride?” Chel murmured against the top of her head.
Stretching out, she nodded while smiling, every muscle in her body free of pain and tension.
To her surprise, Gwarnon gathered her against his chest as he laid back against the rounded wood head of the bed. Chel grabbed her ankles and spread them apart with a low growl humming deep in his throat. Suddenly aware of the unmistakable feeling of a man’s release dripping out of her body, she tried to shut her legs with a squeak as Chel laid between them.
“What are you doing?” She tried to squirm out of a laughing Gwarnon’s arms, her cheeks burning with a blush. “I’m not—uh, clean. Let me wash up first.”
“My love,” Chel laughed softly as he shook his head. “Do you think the taste of my blood brother would be a deterrent? Not in the least. I have enjoyed Gwarnon’s seed many, many times, but not as much as I will when it is coating your beautiful sex. This is a treat I have been dreaming of eating since I first started to fantasize about having a Matriarch of my own one day.”
Leaning up on his elbows between her thighs, he presented quite a sight as he grinned at her. The slightly foxlike quality to his features was heightened as his smile turned positively mischievous. Holding her gaze, he slid one finger through the mixture of fluids at the entrance to her pussy. Just that brief contact was enough to reignite her desire, or maybe it was the men’s desire awakening hers. Either way, she found her resistance melting as Chel brought his finger, shiny with Gwarnon’s purple release, to his lips and sucked it off with obvious relish. He opened the bond between them fully for a moment, letting her feel how much he liked it.