If she felt that way about Sammuel, he must feel that times a thousand about Ker.
“What do I call you?” she managed to ask.
He lovingly stroked Sammuel’s head. “As he does, in public you will usually address me as Ker, or Admiral, depending on the circumstances. Privately, you will eventually feel comfortable addressing me as Master.” He smirked. “Although there are times he addresses me with much less amorous titles when he is annoyed with me.”
Her eyes met his again. He squeezed her hand. “You may join him, if you wish.”
She dropped her knapsack and knelt beside Sammuel. Ker scooted forward in his chair and spread his legs wider to make room. Even though Sammuel’s eyes were closed, he hooked an arm around her shoulder, drawing her near.
The sweet, tangy, musky scent nearly bowled her over, like walking into a brewery and feeling dizzy from fumes. Then Sammuel released Ker’s cock just long enough to deeply kiss her. That’s when she tasted Ker for the first time, through Sammuel.
The effect hit her tenfold. If she thought Sammuel tasted good…this was indescribable. Ker’s huge cock, only semi-erect, filled Sammuel’s other hand.
Jesus! If she thought Sammuel’s cock large, how the holy hell was that supposed to go inside her? That wasn’t a cock, that was a fucking fire hose.
Sammuel chuckled. “Believe me, Ki’ato, it will feel wonderful.” He licked Ker’s cock again, then urged her closer, making more room.
She felt weird and right all at the same time. With one last reassuring glance up at Ker, she bent to his cock and wrapped her lips around it.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Her eyes dropped closed as she let out a moan she was fully aware mimicked the happy one Sammuel let out earlier. If she had a hard time pulling herself off Sammuel’s cock, she had no clue how she’d keep herself away from Ker. So large she could barely take him in, but she sucked and licked for all she was worth, her body melting with the reward of his sweet juices in her mouth.
Ker’s other hand rested on the back of her head. “Oh, Ki’ato,” he said. “Love, that is wonderful.”
Sammuel didn’t leave. He nosed in and licked Ker’s sac, his hand stroking that huge shaft until it finally grew stiff and hard against her tongue.
“This is your only chance to stop, Aine,” Ker hoarsely warned. “I cannot hold back otherwise.”
She tried to go deeper, but Ker tangled his fingers in her hair and forced her head off his cock, much to her disappointment. “I need to hear you say it. You have to ask me.”
“Please! I want it! I want to be with you!” He released her hair as she frantically dove for him again.
“Then it is so.” His cock swelled, the only warning she had before hot ropes of sweet come hit her tongue.
She shivered and felt Sammuel’s arms wrap around her, supporting her even as she had trouble supporting herself, but she refused to let go, kept sucking and licking as he continued to pump out a seemingly endless supply.
Finally, her body trembling and desperate for release as his cock softened in her mouth, she let go. She rested her head against his thigh.
Sammuel scooped her into his arms and kissed her. “My love, we are almost done.”
Her body cried out for their touch, alternately screaming to come and shaky with exhaustion. She draped her arms around his neck and he carried her over to a very large bed, even larger than the one in their cabin on the Haltoran-dey. Ker joined them and lay on her other side.
He stroked her cheek. “I know you are tired, but we must complete this if it is what you want.”
She nodded. It was what she wanted, to continue feeling this way.
To never be alone again.
Ker looked at Sammuel. “The box is in our storage locker. Bring it and prepare.”
“Yes, Master.” He gently turned her over to Ker and jumped from the bed.
She felt safe snuggled with him. He smelled…
Just like Sammuel.
“I cannot wait until you complete us,” he said. His large hands felt very tender and soft against her flesh.
She loved him. She didn’t understand it, and after the events of the past several weeks, she wouldn’t question it. But she knew to the depths of her soul she loved him every bit as much as she loved Sammuel.
With equal certainty, she knew he loved her, too.
Sammuel returned with a small, ornately carved onyx box. He opened it and withdrew two red candles and a white candle—all with carved onyx holders—and a small onyx bowl holding a cone of incense.
“Place them on the headboard,” Ker instructed.
Sammuel arranged them, the white candle in the middle, the bowl of incense at the front. Ker sat up, keeping an arm around her to support her. Sammuel handed him a lighter.
Ker looked into her eyes and kissed her. “Do you wish to complete our triad?”
“Yes!” It was the only thing she wanted.
“I will be your Master, as will he.” He glanced at Sammuel and she suspected a silent communication passed between them. “It is not slavery as you are thinking. It is love. Master is a title and a responsibility, to care for those beneath us, to protect those we love. I swear with my life. Can you accept that?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
He flicked the lighter, lit the incense, then the white candle. “I promise as Master to you both, my t’wren, to love you, protect you, and provide for your physical and emotional happiness until all breath leaves my body.” He handed the lighter to Sammuel.
Sammuel lit one of the red candles. “I promise as Master, t’arn, and t’wren, to serve our Master by your side, to love you, protect you, serve you, teach you and live my life to make you happy.”
He handed her the lighter.
“What do I say?” she asked.
Ker smiled. “Whatever your heart tells you to say. And to pledge yourself to our triad.”
She thought for a moment, then lit the candle. “I promise to serve you both, to love you, to trust you to care for me and never leave me.”
Sammuel damn well knew how hard that was for her to say and the meaning was not lost on him. His eyes rimmed with red, suddenly bright with tears. “Oh, Ki’ato!” He leaned in and kissed her deeply as he took the lighter from her.
He sat back and wiped at his eyes before putting the lighter into the box and setting it on the shelf beside the candles.
Ker touched her chin. “I know the two of you will tell me more about that in the future. For now, we need to complete the ritual.” He released her and climbed out of the bed, as did Sammuel. Both men disrobed, dropping their garments to the floor.
Her first good look of Ker’s naked body filled her with need…and a good kind of fear. Even flaccid, his cock looked huge.
Her pulse raced as desire wound through her, coiling tight and fast as she felt Sammuel’s thoughts, his eagerness to finally make her theirs. Then both men climbed onto the bed. Ker reached for her.
She welcomed his hungry kiss as if she’d kissed him a thousand times before. Sammuel helped her out of the coat, then began to unbutton her shirt.
Ker smiled as he lifted his head. “Ah, my Sammuel is very ingenious. You did not often wear trousers, did you?”
“No,” she admitted. “He preferred easy access.”
Ker laughed. “I wonder where he developed that fondness?”
Sammuel smiled. “I can blame you for that, then, Master?”
“Of course, love.”
Once she lay naked between them, Ker spent long minutes letting his hands roam her body, gently caressing her all over, familiarizing himself with her.
“You are so beautiful, Ki’ato. And already your eyes have turned. What color were they?”
Before she could answer, Sammuel must have mentally replied. “Ah, I see. They were beautiful then. They are even more so now.”
Sammuel changed position, cradling her in his arms while Ker knelt between her legs. “You are sure this is what you wa
nt?” Ker asked.
“No offense guys, but please! Yes, it’s what I want!”
Ker smiled and looked at Sammuel. “You have had your hands full.”
“You have noooo idea, Master.”
Ker heartily laughed. “Excellent.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Do you understand what is to happen?”
“Hopefully you’re about to fuck my brains out.”
“Very true. This first time must be…” He looked at Sammuel. She sensed another silent communication. “He told you about our first time together, when I claimed him.”
“Yes.”
“Then you understand what will happen. I must claim you, then we take you together.”
She didn’t care. All she wanted was a dick inside her to scratch the erotic itch threatening to take her sanity. “Fine! Do it! Please!”
He bent to one of her nipples and teased it with his lips and tongue and teeth until it stood taut. He repeated with the other. Each deliciously hot pull of his mouth against her breast coiled her need more tightly within her.
He nuzzled her chest. “Are you wet for me, Ki’ato?”
“Yes!”
He pushed her thighs farther apart and began stroking his cock with his hand. It grew, thickened, hardened as he pulled on it, milking it, slicking himself with pre-come. She hadn’t seen it in its erect entirety earlier, and its massive proportions widened her eyes.
He smiled. “Relax.” He pressed forward, the large head bumping against her body, rubbing it between her labia until he was in position. He hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her legs, spreading her even wider. His eyes never left hers. “Hard and fast, Ki’ato,” he said. “This time.”
She nodded and reached behind her for Sammuel’s comforting strength.
He plunged into her. She gasped, then realized he wasn’t splitting her apart at the seams as she’d worried. Filled her, yes, almost uncomfortably so, even more than when Sammuel’s large member claimed her. The first stroke plunged deeper than she knew even Sammuel had gone.
Sammuel laced his fingers through hers and bent his lips to her ear. “You are ours,” he murmured.
Ker lifted her off the bed as he thrust, her ass resting on his massive thighs as his balls slapped her flesh with every stroke. She immediately felt the anticipated warm flood, her body opening for him as she arched her back and tried to take him even deeper.
Ker said something to Sammuel in Act’huran. Sammuel kissed her. “Come hard, now!”
Even her toes curled as she screamed, the coiled wire suddenly snapping at his command. Ker’s fingers dug into her thighs as her body clamped down on him, hard, only strengthening the force of her climax.
Sammuel squeezed her hands. “Come again, now!”
She sobbed as her body obeyed him while Ker still fucked her, driving his seed deep into her body.
Ker said something else.
“One more. Come now!”
She closed her eyes as exquisitely painful pleasure rippled through her body. Her muscles clenched tightly around his already huge cock when she felt him harden, grow even larger as he pounded into her body. Then he let out a roar and thrust one last time, deeper than before, and a hot gush of his seed filled her womb.
She felt herself lifted into Ker’s arms. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.
She did, letting her head limply rest on his shoulder. His arms encircled her, and she felt him move, carrying her still impaled upon his member.
He sat. She cracked her eyes open just enough to realize he’d moved them to the chair.
Okay, that’s all she wanted to know. She closed her eyes again and shivered, truly exhausted, ready for sleep.
He said something to Sammuel in Act’huran, and a moment later she felt a blanket tenderly draped over her shoulders. Sammuel kissed her cheek. “You were beautiful, love.”
Her mind churned even as she felt safe and cherished in Ker’s arms, his cock tightly knotted inside her, joining them.
Ker stroked her back. “I love you so much, Aine,” he said as he kissed her forehead. “You are so beautiful, perfect, wonderful.”
She felt new whispers in her mind, different from Sammuel’s presence.
“Yes,” Ker softly said. “This soon. What Sammuel started, we are completing. Almost, still something else we must do.”
She didn’t care. She felt like she floated in his arms even as his cock continued to pulse and throb within her. This had to be the most perfect moment of her life.
Sammuel stood behind her, his body pressed against her back. Ker stroked her cheek. “Open.”
She did and felt Sammuel shift position. His cock brushed her lips.
Automatically, her lips took him in, her tongue sweeping across the slit to immediately taste him before sucking.
The sensations in her body intensified, expanded with the taste of him filling her mouth. He didn’t grow fully hard even as his hands cradled her head, supporting her.
All she had to do was lay there and let them hold her.
She lost track of time. When Ker shifted position beneath her, she realized his cock had finally softened. “All right, Ki’ran,” he said. “Help me move her.”
Move her? She just wanted to go to sleep. They wore her out.
When Sammuel made her let go of his cock she didn’t fight him. He removed the blanket and picked her up, turned her around, and sat her back on Ker’s lap with her legs draped outside his.
Sammuel stepped in and kissed her. “One more, love. Then you are completely ours.”
“I’m so tired.”
“I know,” Ker said. “We will sleep uninterrupted after this.” He reached around and cupped her breasts. His fingers pinched her nipples, rousing her, making her body respond. “Slick me,” he ordered.
At first she thought he was talking to her until she felt Sammuel reach between her legs and grab his cock. His rhythmic motions bumped against her already sensitive clit, stirring even more interest from her.
Ker nipped her neck. “One more, love. You must ask for it. The two of us together, making you completely ours forever.”
Her head lolled back on his shoulder. “Okay. Please. Yes.”
She wasn’t sure what they meant, too tired to contemplate it.
Then she felt Sammuel’s lips on her clit and her mind managed to stir a little.
“All right,” Ker said.
Sammuel draped her arms around his neck. “Hold on to me, Ki’ato.” She felt him lift her. She froze, her mind shocked from exhaustion at the feel of Ker’s hard cock pressing against her virgin ass.
“Wait, I’ve never been fucked there before!”
Sammuel kissed her. “Then tell us to stop.”
She couldn’t. She didn’t want to.
“It will not hurt, love. I swear it. Relax.”
He slowly lowered her onto Ker’s cock as her body struggled to accept his massive girth. It didn’t hurt, but she felt oddly stretched, full.
Then Sammuel dropped his mouth to her clit again. Ker pressed his lips to her ear. “Come,” he growled as he pinched her nipples.
She did, not knowing how they managed it, but Ker wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her in place as her body trembled, weak.
Sammuel stood and pressed forward. That’s when she felt his cock against her pussy, sliding between her swollen lips and preparing to enter her, too.
She weakly shook her head. It was too much. “No…you can’t.”
“He can, love,” Ker assured her. “You can and will take it. You are ours.” He spread his legs wider, forcing hers open even more. Sammuel slowly slid his member inside her body, adding to her muscles’ screaming protest. He held still once fully seated, while her mind struggled to cope with the barrage of sensations assaulting her body.
Ker said something in Act’huran, and both men slowly stroked their cocks in counterpoint, one in while one withdrew, alternating, sawing back and forth and creating an erotic friction her body cou
ldn’t deny.
“Hold it, Ki’ato,” Sammuel ordered. “Do not come yet. Come with us. Complete us.”
She whined, beyond reason or even coherent speech as Ker held her tightly immobile while they fucked her. Their rhythm built, harder, faster, until both men pounded their cocks into her.
“Now!” Ker commanded. “Both of you, come now!”
Sammuel and Aine both cried out as their climaxes hit them, then Ker followed. Aine felt his cock knot inside her again, adding even more pressure inside her pussy as it pushed Sammuel’s cock into her G-spot.
“Come again, Aine,” Ker whispered.
Shivering, she did, her body beyond the point of any control.
Sammuel cradled her face in his palms and kissed her. “Very good, Little One. You are so beautiful, and I love you so much.”
She forced her eyes open and realized that was the clearest his voice had ever sounded in her mind.
“I love you, too, Aine. Beyond the capability of me to speak it.”
Ker.
She managed to tilt her head back enough she could look into his eyes. He smiled, then nodded. “Yes, I am now in your mind. It is complete.” His lips never moved.
She closed her eyes and crashed into oblivion.
* * * *
She awoke, barely, sitting in Ker’s lap, his cock still deeply embedded in her ass. Her thighs ached from the extended romp, and she had a sneaking suspicion her ass and pussy would both feel a little worse for wear the next morning.
She felt his worry, and Sammuel’s, their fear that maybe they’d injured her.
“I’m okay guys,” she mumbled. “Just really tired.”
Their combined relief washed over her, nearly overwhelming. Ker nuzzled the back of her neck. “Go back to sleep,” he soothed. “Sleep all night.”
She felt him moving, Sammuel’s hands also on her, helping him, then the feel of the mattress sinking beneath their combined weight.
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