Chapter 8 #4
I take her to a shallower spot and find soap. When I show it to her, she tries to take it from my hand, but I pull it away with a shake of my head and a tut.
'No, Bryn,' I say. 'I will take care of you.'
I urge her to the edge where a natural cleft in the rock makes an underwater bench for her to sit on while I soap her body for her and wash her hair, massaging her scalp.
I know she likes it. Her eyes close, and her head lolls as she relaxes under my hands with a small moan, forgetting for the moment that the others are watching.
And they are watching.
My eyes find them, staring blatantly, hungrily from across the pool, and a smirk makes my lips curl upward. When Bryn is completely relaxed and half-asleep, I pull her gently off the shelf and take her place on it myself.
I haul her into my lap, and she leans against me, her back to my front. I hold her before me, my eyes on both Jak and Locke as I fold up her knees and draw them apart very slowly, exposing her pretty pink slit to them just above the water.
My little human tries to close them with a sound of displeasure, but I give her another tut and hold her firmly, not allowing it.
'This needs to happen,' I murmur in her ear.
She lets out a small sigh, as if she’s too tired to argue with me at the moment and lets me do what I will. I open her as wide as I can and begin to soap her gently. I wash her with the water thoroughly before I begin to touch her. Caress her. Torture Jak and Locke.
My brow rises as Jak moves closer, and I give him a small nod, because at the moment, in here, I'm in charge.
He wades slowly through the water and arrives in front of us. His eyes find Bryn's, and a small smile alights his face.
'Gods, how I've been wanting this,' he murmurs as he bends down.
I raise her from the water and keep her legs wide for him as he begins to lick her.
She whimpers and moans, bucking in my arms, but I don't let her go.
When Locke moves closer, I snarl at him.
'Get back!' I say. 'This isn't for you. Not today.'
Locke's jaw tightens, and he looks furious, but he doesn't approach again. He understands what this is now.
Part of his punishment.
The female in my arms mewls and her hips buck. I pull her away from Jak with a shake of my head.
'Let her wait for it,' I say, tweaking her nipples with my fingers.
Jak grins wickedly and caresses her up and down her legs. My cock is hard beneath her, uncomfortable, but this isn't for me. This is for Bryn. I won't have her as well, not unless she begs it of me.
I pitch her forward toward Jak, and she, lost in the sensations of pleasure, holds on to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He moves to the shallower part of the pool and lifts her easily onto the steps, leaning her back and gaining purchase between her legs.
His thrusts are gentle, and she whimpers and moans as he takes her slowly and unhurriedly.
Her cries echo through the cavern, making me frantic with need, so gods only know how Locke must feel, knowing that he isn't allowed to touch her. Not until she allows him.
When we first came in, he was relaxed and composed, but now he looks frenzied, pulling his hand through his hair and ripping at the strands.
He paces a little in the water, yearning to come closer but knowing that I would stop him.
He won't use a conjure either. I can see it is in his eyes, the longing for her, and not just for her body. He cares for her; he’s just being cautious because she hasn’t yet forgiven him.
But the hope that she one day will drives him. He won't do anything to jeopardize the future. He needs to show Bryn and the rest of us that he can be trusted, and this is but one of the steps in his journey.
I watch his torture with an amused eye, and I hear Bryn scream her release.
Her first release anyway.
When Jak pulls away, I know he's not yet found his own peak. And when I look at my human, her eyes on me are imploring.
I go to her and pick her up, one large finger gently probing her back passage.
She pushes back into my digit with a mewl and I bend her over the side of the pool.
Jak holds her open while I ready her for my taking.
A second finger joins the first as I stretch her.
The sounds she's making are delightful. They go straight to my aching cock and I can't wait until I'm thrusting inside of her tight little arse.
She's begging, I realize, whispering soft entreaties that I pick her up and fuck her, so that's what I do. I pull her off the side, raise her up, and lower her gently onto my thick, hard staff in the shallow water.
Jak approaches her from the front and enters her cunt, sandwiching her between us. We hold her for each other as we rut her harder now. Her cries and pleas, her whimpers, her moans, they’re ours. All of the sounds she makes are ours. The enjoyment that we give her is ours.
Jak looks to the side to give Locke a smirk, and our friend’s countenance darkens. He stalks a little closer, like a wolf being denied its meal.
Bryn comes again with a squeal, her channels spasming around our cocks. I draw her down upon me and release myself deep inside of her. I feel Jak do the same, our fingers making marks on her body as we succumb to our baser carnalities.
When it’s done, she's limp between us, breathing hard, whimpering in the aftershocks of her pleasure. I ease myself out of her and wash our seed from her gently, and then I sit back on the cleft and hold her in my arms.
She falls asleep quickly, and I look over at Locke, whose jaw is clenched so tightly that his teeth are surely going to crack.
'That was unnecessary,' he snarls.
'I disagree,' I rumble low. 'She's one step closer. Voss realized today that only one of us had claimed her. Tomorrow, when she goes to training, he'll know that another one of us has. That gives you some time. You should be thanking me.'
'Time for what?' he snarls.
'For you to prove to her that she can put her faith in you,' I hiss. 'For you to show her who you are.'
I give a scornful huff. 'Perhaps you can show us as well. If you truly are that same fae who saved my life in Merediea.'
He looks away, staying where he is for a few minutes, and then scrambles from the pool with a curse. Wrapping a sheet around himself with angry motions, he stalks from the cavern.
I chuckle and then look down at my little human who’s slumbering against my chest.
‘I don’t want to wake her,' I say quietly. ‘Her day has been a long one.’
‘And it was only the first of many with Voss,’ Jak nods. 'Wrap her in a bath sheet and a cloak and bring her back to the cottage like that. There’s no need to disturb her.'
'Good idea.’
I leave the pool, wrapping her in a dry sheet and giving her to Jak to hold.
She's so tired from the day's activities that she barely stirs.
I frown as I look down. Our little human is stronger than she looks, but these trials were made for the fae, not for a human female who is still far too thin for my liking.
I dress quickly and then snarl at Jak when he doesn't want to return her to me. He winks and leaves, and I'm forced to trail after him like a lovesick pup.
In the cottage, we don't put Bryn in her room. We take her upstairs. My chamber is the biggest, so that’s where I tell Jak to bring her, and he doesn’t gainsay me. Between us, in my bed, she’ll sleep.