Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
AVELINE
We made it back to Geedhollow before exhaustion turned my steps leaden and my eyelids heavy.
Once we passed through the doorway and emerged on the other side, Toved gathered me in his arms and carried me home.
So gentle, warm, and comforting was his touch that I slept for most of the journey through the woods, across the valley, and into the mountain dwelling the brothers’ family had inhabited as long as the people of Myrial had kept records.
I woke on our bed with my back against Toved’s chest and Vosten gazing into my eyes, lying with his arm bent under his head. My dirty clothes had disappeared, replaced by the lovely nightgown Nisa had made for me. And I smelled fresh and clean as if they had given me a bath with cloths.
“Beloved,” Vosten said. He caressed my cheek. “You must sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep. I have slept enough.” I caught his hand and kissed his palm. “I want my sulhai.”
I rolled to my back so I could see them both. Goddess, they were beautiful with the torchlight dancing over their stony flesh and reflecting in their eyes.
“Do my sulhai want me?” I asked.
Vosten bent his head so his lips brushed mine. “With all our hearts and souls,” he murmured, and kissed me.
Toved trailed his lips along my shoulder, bared when I’d moved and my nightgown had slipped down. Their heat and caresses sent a wave of desire through me to pool between my legs. I moaned. Oh, Goddess…
Vosten inhaled deeply. “Yes,” he growled, his hand tightening on mine. “Sweet Aveline, that is a glorious perfume.”
They smelled so good to me too, and had since before I’d even woken up in this bed. That scent of warm stone was a promise of safety and love.
I reached for Vosten again. He kissed me deeply, his fingers tightening in my hair.
Need made me shiver. My nipples grew taut and sensitive against the soft material of my gown. A trickle of arousal dripped along my sex. Both men rumbled. My scent affected them in such a thrilling way.
I’d never shared a bed with any man so large, or with two men, but I felt no fear—only desire and hunger and need.
Beneath their loincloths, their manhoods had quite obviously swollen and hardened with their own desire. I licked my lips. Would they taste as good as they smelled? And what about the piercings I had glimpsed? How would those feel?
“Aveline,” Vosten rasped, drawing my attention. He cradled the back of my head in his enormous hand and gazed lovingly into my eyes. “You have called us your sulhai, but we must know what you want. There can be no misunderstandings or regrets among us. Please tell us what it is you desire.”
“I desire to take off your clothing,” I said, trembling with need. “And for you to take off mine.”
With a throaty sound, Vosten caught my hand and brought it to the gold clasp at his waist. With his help, I found the hidden fastening and released it.
The soft red fabric slipped low on his hips, revealing the thick base of his manhood.
He had a gold piercing through the flesh at its very base and below that a golden band.
Slowly, I unwound the fabric and drew it aside to reveal all of him. Goddess, he was gloriously aroused, thick and beautiful, with another bar-like piercing near the tip.
Toved guided my other hand to his own clasp. Like Vosten, he let me remove the fabric myself. He also had a piercing and gold band at the base of his manhood—but unlike his brother, the underside had three additional piercings in a row.
“Why do you wear jewelry on your manhood?” I asked. “I’ve never seen such jewelry before.”
“The piercings on our cocks are for the pleasure of our bride,” Vosten said, his hot mouth at the nape of my neck. A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.
“Do you like what you see of us, beloved?” Toved rumbled.
“Yes.” My heartbeat thundered in my ears. “Very much.”
“I am glad.” Vosten’s hands traveled over my bare arms as he kissed my shoulder, and with every touch I let out little gasps. “We may remove your nightgown?”
I had already asked them to do so, but they were so careful, so cautious, so respectful, even as hunger shone in their eyes and made them quake.
“Yes, please remove it,” I said. “I want you to see me. I want to be your bride.”
On his hands and knees, his cock arching up toward his muscular abdomen, Toved moved down the bed and turned to face us.
He slid the hem of the nightgown up slowly, taking his time and kissing his way up my legs.
Vosten took over then and drew my nightgown up and over my head.
He cast it aside with a satisfied rumble.
“You are so beautiful,” Toved said. He leaned forward and kissed me. “Beautiful beyond all imagination.”
“Our sweet Aveline,” Vosten murmured. He reclined on the pillows and settled me in so my back rested against his chest. His hands slid up my abdomen and cupped my breasts, stroking them gently but possessively with his thumbs. I gasped, my back arching.
“Beloved.” He pressed his lips to my ear. “Open your legs for my brother’s tongue.”
Trembling, I did as he asked.
“Aveline,” Toved whispered. He lifted my foot to his mouth and sucked gently on the arch of my foot. I moaned.
Slowly, he kissed his way along my calf and inner thigh. And all the while Vosten caressed my breasts, his thumbs and forefingers teasing my nipples into hard peaks. With every sensation, I quaked and let out little gasps as my desire dripped freely. Already it all felt like too much.
As Toved slid his hands under my hips, Vosten took my hand and guided it to his beautiful cock.
To my surprise, it was slick with some kind of liquid that beaded from his hot flesh.
When my hand closed around it, he made a guttural, desperate sound that became nearly a bellow when I stroked him.
The sound was deep and primal, and a rush of slickness ran from my sex.
That was the moment Toved’s hot tongue delved between my folds. I screamed.
I’d known few men who desired to do this, and only one who’d proven skillful. I’d certainly never known this kind of pleasure, not ever.
In Vosten’s arms, my legs held wide by Toved’s broad shoulders and firm grip, I writhed and wailed. His rough tongue swirled around my swollen pearl and lapped and licked along my folds.
My hand slid up and down Vosten’s cock, over the piercings and hard veins, as he growled and quaked. “Sweet Aveline,” he said into my hair. “My cock belongs to you. Imagine how it will feel—how it will stretch you. Imagine how it will fill you completely.”
His bold words were another new pleasure that made my skin blaze with desire.
“Take hold of Toved’s horn,” Vosten commanded. “Squeeze it tightly. He will like it.”
Indeed, when I gripped one of Toved’s horns with my free hand, he rumbled and rewarded me by closing his lips on my pearl and sucking. I cried out, my back arching.
“Yes, that is what she likes,” Vosten growled. He slid his hands under my knees to hold my legs raised and open, rendering me helpless in their arms. But I felt no fear—only trust and need. “Bring her to release, brother. I want to hear her sing for us.”
Oh, Goddess above. It was all so much.
With his hands freed, Toved licked his fingers. His gaze on mine so he could watch me gasp, he slipped one hot fingertip inside me, pumping it gently and a little deeper each time.
“Toved,” I cried out. “Goddess above, Toved.”
He added a second finger, and now he was stretching me as he bent again and swirled his tongue around my pearl, his fingers curled up inside me as he stroked. No one had ever touched me in such a way. His touch sent me hurtling toward bliss with terrifying speed.
With a wail, my head thrown back against Vosten’s chest, I came apart, flooding Toved’s fingers and lips with my release. I screamed and screamed, writhing, fighting to escape Vosten’s grip and the rush of sensations and a pleasure so intense I couldn’t breathe.
“Yes,” Vosten growled in my ear. “Give my brother a good drink. He thirsts for you.”
Indeed, Toved was sucking and lapping at my sex, drinking up my release. I wailed and pleaded for mercy, but Vosten held me still and Toved didn’t stop until I went limp, my legs shaking as I whimpered and gasped.
“Our sweet little Aveline,” Vosten rumbled as Toved licked up the last of my release. “In all my long life, I have heard nothing as wondrous as your screams. You are so beautiful when you come.”
“Yes,” Toved rasped, laving my inner thighs and even the delicate flesh below my sex with his very talented tongue. “So very beautiful,” he murmured.
“Now, who would you like to taste?” Vosten asked. “Which of your sulhai may fill your sweet mouth first?”
Oh, Goddess—what a question. I would have taken both at once if I could.
“Toved,” I gasped.
With a warm chuckle, Vosten rose from the bed with me cradled in his arms. “You heard our bride’s decision, brother. You have earned your reward.”
Toved turned over, his feet and lower legs hanging off the end of the enormous bed. He reached for me, his dark eyes gleaming and cock dripping with his need.
Vosten placed me gently into Toved’s open arms so I lay on his broad chest, my head resting over his heart.
Toved caressed my back and bottom and kissed my hair, clearly savoring this moment of intimacy and comfort.
Unwilling to give me up completely, Vosten bent and laved my shoulder with his tongue.
When I’d caught my breath, I kissed my way down Toved’s stomach, rose to my knees, and wrapped my hand around his slick cock.
He growled, his hips bucking and fists twisted in the furs beneath us as I stroked him, my fingers sliding over the piercings on the underside, base, and tip. He smelled so good, so delicious. I licked my lips.
“Aveline,” he grated. “Please.”
His cock was enormous, nearly as thick as my fist, but I had to taste him. I had to drink him in.