Chapter 45 Noelle
NOELLE
Noelle lay back against the soft, yielding pillows, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She couldn’t believe she was going to let them do this—couldn’t believe Burn and Bright were actually going to suck the strange, amber nectar from her swollen breasts.
A week ago, the two big warriors had been her students in a simple holiday traditions class, and she had been their slightly flustered, entirely normal instructor.
Now, she was stretched out on a bed in a giant bedroom, mostly naked, her aching breasts and the soft thatch of curls between her thighs on full display for them.
But there was no way around it—the pressure inside her was immense—a deep, throbbing ache that made every movement agony.
Her breasts felt heavy and taut, the skin stretched too tight, her nipples hard, sensitive points that screamed in protest at the slightest brush of air.
She really, truly needed their help. She just had to pray they would be careful.
She watched through tearful eyes as Bright and Burn leaned over her, their large, powerful frames blocking out the dim light.
Bright’s expression was one of tender concern, his hazel-green eyes soft, while Burn’s midnight blue gaze was intense and possessive—burning with a heat that sent a shiver of something that was not entirely fear straight to her core.
Fate, she thought with a dizzying sense of unreality, certainly led to some very strange situations.
“Tell us if it hurts too much,” Bright murmured. He looked to Burn, who gave a single, sharp nod of agreement. Then they began to suck.
They started slowly, carefully. Two hot, wet tongues swiped over her painfully tight nipples at the same time.
Bright’s was a soft, lapping caress—a gentle exploration.
Burn’s was rougher—more demanding, the slight rasp of it sending a jolt of sensation through her that was equal parts pain and startling pleasure.
A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips.
“Did we hurt you, my lady?” Bright asked, looking up.
Noelle shook her head.
“Go on,” she whispered, the words coming out breathy and barely audible. “Please.”
That was all the permission they needed.
Their mouths closed over her and this time they began to suck in earnest.
Bright’s suction was gentle—a soft, pulling pressure that was focused on the very tip, coaxing the amber nectar out of her.
Burn was more forceful. the Dark Twin took as much of her swollen breast as he could into his hot, wet mouth, his lips sealing around the areola, his suction strong and greedy.
The initial shock of it made Noelle gasp…but then the most miraculous thing began to happen.
As they sucked and the nectar eased from her, with its release, the terrible, bursting pressure began to recede. The sharp pain melted away, replaced by a spreading warmth that bloomed from her breasts outwards, flooding her entire body with sparks of pure, undiluted pleasure.
It was a relief so profound it was almost spiritual, and a pleasure so intense it was nearly sinful.
Noelle moaned, long and low, her back arching off the bed, pushing her breasts deeper into their mouths.
The feeling was incredible—a direct line of intense desire that shot from her sensitized nipples straight down to her already-throbbing pussy, which clenched around nothing in a sudden, desperate pulse of need.
Maybe her scent changed…or maybe it was just obvious by the way she was moaning and arching between them, but it was clear that the two Kindred picked up on the changes in her body.
Burn pulled back for a moment, his lips glistening with a sheen of nectar.
“You like that, baby?” he growled softly. “You like it when Bright and I share you? When we suck your sweet nipples together?”
“Yes!” Noelle moaned, the confession torn from her, her hips making a small, helpless circle against the sheets. “It feels…feels so good!” she admitted.
Bright looked up, his eyes dark with a mixture of care and desire.
“I’m glad you’re starting to feel better, sweetheart,” he murmured against her damp skin, the words a hot puff of air that made her shiver.
“So much better,” Noelle assured him, her voice trembling. “Please…don’t stop.”
“Not gonna stop until it’s all gone,” Burn promised, his gaze locked with hers in a dark vow. Then both of them lowered their heads and began to suck again, their rhythm falling into a matching pull-and-release that had her writhing beneath them.
The dual sensations were overwhelming. Bright’s gentle, persistent suction and Burn’s fierce pulls worked in tandem, draining the sweet ache from her breasts and replacing it with a building, coiling tension lower down.
Her pussy grew impossibly slick, swelling with need and becoming so sensitive that the intense sensations were almost too much to bear. She pressed her thighs together tightly, trying to stifle the deep, empty ache, but the pressure only intensified the desperate throbbing.
A sharp, frustrated gasp tore from her throat, and her legs sprang apart of their own volition. Dios, that hurt!
At once, Bright was concerned, pulling his mouth from her breast with a soft, wet sound.
“What’s wrong, my lady?” he asked, his brow furrowed. “Did we hurt you?”
“No,” Noelle breathed, shaking her head, a fresh wave of heat flushing her cheeks. “It’s not my breasts this time…it’s…” She bit her lower lip, mortified, unsure how to articulate the strange, urgent hunger coiling in her belly.
“It’s what? Where do you hurt?” Bright asked, his confusion evident as he scanned her body.
“It’s her soft little pussy,” Burn growled, answering for her, his voice thick and knowing. His eyes had moved from her breasts and were now fixed on the junction of her thighs. “She’s in need, Bright—just smell her scent. It’s fucking dripping from her,” he added.
“In need, what do you mean?” Noelle asked, her voice small, looking between their intense faces with uncertainty.
“I mean, your little pussy is all hot and wet and needs attention. Doesn’t she?” Burn demanded.
“I…um…” Utterly embarrassed, Noelle tried to pull her knees together, to hide the undeniable evidence of her desire from their penetrating gazes.
“No, sweetheart, let us see you,” Bright said gently, but with a firm, unyielding sternness that brooked no argument. His hand, so much larger and warmer than her own, settled on her knee.
Nibbling her lower lip, her entire body trembling with a mixture of shame and raw anticipation, Noelle allowed him to gently part her legs—to spread her thighs wide open, exposing her most intimate self to their view.
“Gods,” Burn swore, his deep voice hoarse with lust. “Look how fucking wet she is! She’s gleaming.”
Bright’s gaze was equally rapt, though more clinical.
“And how swollen,” he noted, a frown of concern creasing his brow. “Didn’t that orange dwarf say that you might become hyper-sexual if you skipped the second fertility treatment?” he asked Noelle.
She shook her head, the memory hazy through the fog of pleasure and need.
“I think so. But what does that mean?”
“It means your soft little pussy needs to be tended to—like we tended to you last night,” Burn growled, his voice dropping to a possessive rumble. “You need to come, baby. You need it bad.”
He reached out, his calloused fingers aiming to cup her mound, but the moment his rough skin made contact, she moaned and jerked away violently. The sensation was simply too abrasive—too much.
“Sorry,” she gasped, curling in on herself slightly. “But your hand is too rough. I’m just so… so sensitive there right now.”
A slow, understanding smile spread across Bright’s face.
“You heard her, Burn—hands are too rough.” There was a new light in his hazel-green eyes then, a dark, knowing gleam she didn’t understand, but she saw the exact same hungry understanding reflected in the midnight blue of Burn’s gaze.
Her breath hitched.
“What… what does that mean?” she asked, her voice a breathless whisper, her heart thundering in her ears.
“It means we’ll have to help you come another way,” Burn growled, the promise in his tone making her stomach flutter.
Bright leaned forward, his expression one of smoldering intent.
“My lady,” he said, his voice a soft, devastating caress. “We’re going to have to taste you.”