Chapter 8 #2
When I slipped my lips over his cock head and circled my hand tightly around his girth, his back arched, and he nearly roared. The sound rolled through our bedroom, down the hall—and maybe through the entire valley beyond the mountain.
I could take nothing more than the head into my mouth, but he rumbled and thrashed beneath me, his eyes closed and head back in pleasure.
How wonderful to have this beautiful and powerful man so lost in ecstasy from my mouth and my touch.
He tasted just as I’d imagined: like warm stone and earth, far more delicious to my palate than any human man had been.
With my attention on Toved, I had not seen Vosten move behind me until his hot hands gripped my hips.
And then his tongue thrust between my folds and deep into my sex, and I wailed, the sound muffled by Toved’s cock. Overwhelmed again by sensation, I tried to wiggle away from Vosten’s tongue, but found myself held in place by his hands on my hips.
Gently, Toved rested his hand on my head. “Look at me, beloved.”
I lifted my head and gasped for air as Vosten continued to lick and suck at my swollen pearl and dripping sex.
“Give us leave to worship you,” Toved said, caressing my face. “You are everything to us. You need not fear we will do anything you do not want. We want only to see you lose yourself in pleasure.”
“You need only say stop, and we will stop,” Vosten rumbled from behind me. “You have our most solemn oath.”
Goddess above, I loved these men with all my heart.
I moved my bottom against Vosten’s tongue, and he growled in approval.
“Yes,” Toved said, and guided my mouth back to his cock. “Bless me again, beloved.”
I took my time and licked his beautiful cock from its base to its tip, watching my Toved writhe and groan with every touch. With my free hand, I caressed his hot skin, especially the patches of stone.
When I took him in my mouth and sucked, he shuddered hard. A burst of hot liquid spilled onto my tongue that sent a wave of need through me. I continued to suck and stroke him to draw more of that delicious release.
Vosten replaced his tongue with his fingers in my sex.
I rode against his hand, groaning and crying out with every thrust as he stretched me gently.
He even circled the sensitive edges of my other opening with one slick fingertip.
I had never been touched there before, and the sensation shocked me with its intense pleasure.
When the head of Vosten’s cock pressed against my sex, I gasped and stilled, my lips sliding free of Toved’s manhood.
“I will go slowly,” Vosten promised, his voice rough, and kissed my back. “Our Aveline, I will not hurt you.”
I found my hand gripping Toved’s without having realized I’d reached for him. He held me tightly and cupped my face. His thumb caressed my lower lip. “Our sweet bride, take my brother’s cock.”
“I will,” I said, my voice shaking.
Vosten’s first thrust drew a groan and a shudder from me. Oh, he felt so good—a delicious stretch, pain and pleasure, the overwhelming sensation of being filled. I arched my back so I could take more.
He rumbled, withdrew, and thrust again, a little more this time. I whimpered, my legs shaking.
“You can take me, beloved,” Vosten said, and now he was filling me inches at a time. Each thrust rocked me on my knees. I had to steady myself against Toved’s firm grip on my hand. “Yes, take my cock. Take it all.”
It was too much, too much, too much. I cried out and squeezed Toved’s hand. He slipped his thumb into my mouth and I sucked on it desperately. Between us, his cock leapt and dripped freely.
“Beautiful Aveline, you are perfect,” Vosten said, his voice guttural with the strain of filling me slowly rather than all at once. “You are perfect. Spread your legs more.”
Toved cupped my face and murmured praise and encouragement as I took all of Vosten my body could accommodate, one careful thrust at a time.
When he drew back and began to pump into me in slow, even strokes, I wailed, I sobbed, I bit Toved’s thumb…and it all felt so good, so very, very good. Better than anything I’d ever felt in my life. To be filled with Vosten’s cock was paradise.
With Vosten thrusting into me from behind, I sucked Toved’s cock head and stroked him, my cries and moans muffled. Surely the heavens had nothing as good to offer as this.
Blissful moments later, Vosten’s groans became growls, and his thrusts turned slow and purposeful. “Aveline,” he ground out. “I want to fill you.”
Toved laced his fingers through mine, his chest heaving and cock dripping in earnest as his own release neared. “Will you take all we have to give you, beloved?”
“Yes,” I gasped. Goddess, I wanted to see and feel them lose themselves for me. “Please give me everything you have to give. I want to be filled.”
With a guttural sound, Vosten reached around my waist and circled my swollen pearl with his fingertips as he thrust harder. I cried out as a coil of heat grew and grew, and began to crest—
My scream blended with Vosten’s bellow as we came together. Spurt after spurt of hot seed filled me and then over-filled me, streaming down my thighs as he shuddered and held me tight against his hips.
Toved’s cock leapt in my hand and erupted moments later with his release.
His body thrashed beneath me and his shout joined our ragged cries.
Lost in the ecstasy of my release and both my sulhai filling me at the same time, I took his cock head into my mouth to catch his seed and swallow it.
I wanted to claim him as my own just as they had claimed me so thoroughly.
This was everything my heart, body, and soul wanted and needed. This was bliss.
Gasping, I rolled to my side on the bed, shivering in pleasure at the sensation of Vosten’s hot release dripping from me and the taste of Toved’s seed on my tongue. Toved pulled me close and buried his face in my hair.
When Vosten joined us and I was cradled between them, my happiness was complete.
“Our bride,” Vosten rasped, caressing my face. “You took us so well, beloved. And you came beautifully for us.”
No one had ever praised me in bed. Not only did I like it, I found it aroused me nearly as much or more as even the touches and scents of my sulhai.
Vosten smiled at Toved over my head. “Our Aveline is perfect in every way.”
“Yes, she is.” Toved’s hand cupped my breast, languidly stroking my nipple with the side of his thumb. “And very tired now, I think.”
I smiled, my eyes half-lidded. “She can hear her sulhai talking about her.”
His cock leapt against my thigh. “When you call us your sulhai, we become very hungry for you,” he warned. “You must use the word judiciously.”
Vosten licked my ear and slid his hand between my thighs, which were slick with his seed. “Are you sore, beloved?” he asked.
“Only a little.” I felt so very good. What was a little soreness compared to that?
“A warm bath will soothe your discomfort.” He kissed my neck. “Do you wish to bathe with us and then sleep?”
Bathing with my sulhai and then sleeping in their arms would be heaven itself. “Yes,” I murmured.
Vosten slipped from the bed, presumably to see to hot water. Toved and I rested as he caressed my arm and leg, his hot fingers tracing patterns over my skin.
Some hazy time later, Toved carried me from the bed to the bath, where his brother waited next to the steaming tub.
“I could have walked,” I protested, though I wasn’t actually sure if it was true. My legs still trembled.
“It is my pleasure and privilege to carry our bride,” Toved reminded me, kissing my forehead. “Also my pleasure to clean her, to wash her silken hair, to sing her to sleep.”
“To fill her with your beautiful cock when we wake in the morning?” I asked sleepily.
“Yes, of course.” He stepped over the side of the tub and lowered us into the wonderfully hot water. “As our beloved commands.”