Epilogue
VOSTEN
Just after dawn on the one-year anniversary of our marriage, our wife wakes in Toved’s arms with her legs on my shoulders and my tongue on her sweet folds.
“Vosten,” she moans, her hands on my horns.
She is not quite fully awake yet, but still she knows who cradles her and who is between her thighs—and that I want her to grip my horns and pull me to her.
“Beloved,” I say, and lick her sweet, slick, delicate skin. “Good morning. You dreamed of beautiful things, I hope?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes.”
“Good.” Toved cups her breast with one hand and slips the other between her thighs. “I need a taste, brother.”
I raise my head and let him dip his fingertips in and out of Aveline’s dripping sex. He draws shudders and groans from our wife before he licks his fingers clean.
“Spread her open,” I tell him, and he obliges, parting her folds with his fingertips to bare her pearl, so beautiful and swollen with need.
“I…will be late…getting to the shop,” Aveline protests.
I close my lips on her sweet little nub. Her head falls back, exposing her neck for Toved to kiss and nibble and suck gently. She cries out.
“You are not expected at the shop today,” Toved says, his mouth on her ear.
I slip two fingers inside her. Her throaty groan and the way she grinds on my hand makes my cock drip in earnest. “Nor are we required to be anywhere,” I tell her. “At least until we have properly seen to our wife’s needs.”
Her protests turn into moans, and I know we have won.
This morning, the privilege of filling Aveline’s sweet sex belongs to Toved. The gleam in his eyes indicates he has no intention of abdicating that role.
So I indulge myself in a final slow lick to drink up her slickness and trade places with my brother, kneeling behind Aveline so she can recline against my thighs as I cup and caress her breasts.
Toved strokes his cock, his gaze locked on hers as she whimpers. “Our beautiful Aveline, how many times would you like to come?”
“Three times,” she says. “Please.”
His gentle smile turns wicked. “Then four it shall be.”
He circles her sweet bud with his thumb. She writhes in my arms. I hold her and watch and listen as her cries rise in volume and pitch in the way we know so well—the way I hear in my dreams, and want to enjoy as many times in a day as we can manage. I could never tire of her cries.
When she wails and begins to shake and her sweet slickness splatters Toved’s thighs and cock, he bends to lap at her folds to drink in her release.
I take a taste myself, from my fingers, and then slip my hand around her calf to raise and open her legs so my brother may please her with his cock.
This is one of our Aveline’s most favorite ways to be taken by us: in the arms of one as the other fills her sweet heat.
Toved nudges her other leg aside and begins to thrust, first just his cock head, and then deeper, until his piercings are stroking in and out of our wife and she begins to scream.
She comes again, her body going rigid in my embrace and then fighting to escape from pleasure so intense that she cannot stop wailing.
But we do not let go. Toved promised our wife four releases and we do not make promises we do not keep.
I pinch Aveline’s nipples as he pumps into her deep and fast. She screams his name and mine, over and over, pleading to come once more. So as he thrusts, I rub her pearl until she is crying out and squeezing him and he must slow to hold himself back.
She looks up at me and licks her lips. “Let me taste your cock. Please.”
As Toved thrusts slowly, I move so my throbbing, needful cock is in front of Aveline’s sweet mouth.
She licks me hungrily, cleaning every drip, and then sucks me into her mouth.
She cannot take much of me this way, but her hand twists around my length as she squeezes and strokes and it is heaven itself.
Toved’s harsh breathing warns that he has reached his limit. As he nudges a wet fingertip against our wife’s other tight hole, I circle her swollen pearl and thrust very gently into her hand and mouth. She cries out, the sound muffled by my cock.
My fingers are a blur over Aveline’s bud. Toved pushes his wet finger into her tight bottom, and then our wife is coming between us for a wonderful fourth time, her body wracked with shudders as she screams in ecstasy around my cock.
I throw my head back and bellow with every pulse of hot seed I release into Aveline’s mouth and throat. She chokes and gulps, fighting to swallow it all, but the abundance drips down her chin.
Toved groans and shudders as his release fills our wife and spills over her thighs. Our cries echo in our bedroom in a chorus of shared pleasure and love.
When we tuck Aveline between us with her back against my chest, she is trembling and nearly boneless with pleasure. We are seldom cold or even cool, but my brother and I draw a fur over us so our wife does not feel a chill.
“You came so beautifully for us,” I tell her, my lips on her hair as I clean my spilled seed from her face with a cloth. “How is it you become more perfect and lovely by the day?”
“Such shameless flattery,” she teases, breathless and quivering. “But don’t stop.”
“You need not worry,” Toved says with a chuckle. “We have no plans to stop worshiping our wife or lavishing her with well-deserved praise.”
She smiles and nestles in deeper between us.
We let her rest in our arms as long as she wishes, admiring the sheen of sweat on her skin and listening to her breathing gradually slow. The scent of our lovemaking fills the air, blending with the smells of furs, our mountain home, and Aveline’s own sweetness. It is the scent of contentment.
Our lives are perfect in every way since Aveline came to stay—an idyll that has brought a strong sense of security to our small kingdom.
Aveline is beloved not only to my brother and me, but to all our people.
She loves working with Hareta and Paita at the herbalist shop, and though she continues to learn our plants and ways, she has brought comfort, relief, and healing to many already.
My brother and I barely recall our long years of living under the warlock’s cruel curse.
On the rare occasions our thoughts turn that way, all we must do is touch our sweet wife or visit her at her shop for a kiss and our hearts are healed.
And whenever she finds herself revisiting her own dark times, she comes to us and we kiss and love her hurt away.
What joys and happiness we share. No darkness is welcome here.
“Aveline…” I murmur.
“Hmm?” She opens her beautiful eyes to look at me. “What more could you want from your wife today?”
“You can guess, beloved.” I wet my fingertip in my mouth and stroke the cleft of her bottom. The tiny opening tenses and flutters at my touch, and she quivers and moans.
As I pleasure her gently, Toved caresses her lower lip with his thumb. “You are happy?” he asks.
“Happy?” She playfully tries to bite his thumb. “I’m much more than happy. Blissful. Content.” She sighs and moves against my fingers. “Satisfied.”
“Not yet satisfied,” I counter, and coat my fingers in oil from a little pot on the bed beside us. “Nor are we.”
When I slip two fingers inside her, she groans and wiggles against me. I nip her earlobe with my teeth.
“It’s been a year,” she gasps. “More than a year. Surely you can’t desire me as much today as our first nights together.”
“That is true.” Toved leans in to kiss her. “We desire you more.”
“But work—” she protests.
“—Can wait,” Toved finishes. “What else could be more important than to ensure our wife wants for nothing?”
I raise her head so I can kiss her. “We love you.”
“I never doubt it for a moment.” Her smile is, and always will be, my sunshine.
“Even when you apparently arrange for me to be off work for a day,” she adds, “which means I’ll have twice as much work to do tomorrow.
I don’t know what you told her, but Paita will know why I was absent.
She has an uncanny sense about these things. ”
“I do not think it will require any uncanny senses to know how you spent your day today.” Toved’s hand travels under the fur to circle her sensitive pearl as I add another finger to delve inside her sweet, tight bottom.
To please her from behind takes a special blend of oil and patient preparation, but her screams are loudest and her releases most powerful with one of her husbands’ cocks in her bottom, so we are quite happy to take all the time needed.
She moans between us and trembles. Toved’s cock is hard and dripping again, as is mine.
“You will be very visibly tired, and very visibly satisfied, tomorrow,” I promise, kissing her brow. “Now, if our wife would be so kind as to rise to her hands and knees, we have plans to make the most of this stolen day.”