It was a deliciously lewd thought and made Helena shuffle quickly over to where Golar was standing.
Vorag followed her across the space with his gaze.
Golar wasted no time in lifting the fur up and over her head, leaving her standing completely naked in front of him. “Down,” he said, pointing at the furs again.
Eager to avoid a correction, Helena got on her knees and crawled over to the pile. She was about to turn and spread her legs when Golar’s strong hand pressed against the small of her back. She fell forward, her belly settling on the soft hill of furs so that her bottom stuck up and out.
The feeling of helplessness that first swept through her twisted into something more pleasant. There was a certain safety to being inside the tent. There was likely little that could harm her with these two strong men sleeping on either side of her.
What felt especially fine was the memory of how they had made her feel the night before. If she could experience even a small fraction of that pleasure every now and again, maybe all of this being married to barbarians business wouldn’t be all that bad?
She had just smiled at the thought when she felt her bottom cheeks being pried apart. Helena tried to relax. Despite her embarrassment she wanted to be good for her husbands and avoid a correction at the same time.
Golar’s hot breath hit the crack of her ass a moment before his tongue pushed against her tight bottom hole.
Helena’s eyes rolled up as she let out a massive sigh. His tongue lapped up and down her back crack, moistening it and every now and again trying to press into her. Each time he stretched her a little wider she wiggled but his mouth on her bottom felt so good she didn’t object or cry out.
Finally, after a few more passes, Golar pushed the tip of his tongue into her tightness, making her groan. He pulled away a moment later. “Ah,” he muttered.
Helena turned to see him wipe his mouth with the back of his arm.
“Tight,” he added.
Even as she looked away, face reddening with shame, her nipples hardened beneath her breasts.
“Vorag,” Golar muttered. “Desh kryminosi. Malek.”
Helena glanced at Vorag who had watched Golar moistening her asshole. He crossed the room and pulled an object out of a wooden box. As he walked back toward them Helena noticed it was cone-shaped and seemed heavy in his hand. She wondered what it could be for.
Vorag handed it to his brother, then walked around to face her and got on his knees. His cock was now just inches from her mouth.
Golar spat behind her. A split-second later she felt the hot liquid land on her ass. His thumb pressed against her hole and began to work around it, spreading the lubricant and stretching her open.
A whiny mewl escaped her.
Golar responded with a playful slap on each of her cheeks.
Though she stiffened from the sensation, it was quite a different sensation than any before. Helena dared to look back and found him staring at her and… smiling?
It was the first time she’d seen anything like it on either of their faces. They were normally so stern and unknowable, it seemed. The expression he was wearing now made him seem much more human.
Something softened inside her as she looked at him but was forgotten a moment later.
Golar was pressing the implement his brother had given him against her back hole, as if he were trying to shove the whole thing into her at once!
Helena moaned and tried to scramble away, clenching her ass against the intrusion.
Outside peals of laughter echoed through the mountains making Helena wonder if they were laughing at the sound she’d just made.
Golar locked her kicking legs between his powerful thighs.
Helena glanced back to see him towering over her, the implement still in his hand.
“Hey,” he growled. “Open.” He lifted his other hand off her back, spanked the side of one cheek, then the side of the other.
It stung a little but Helena soon found her pussy soaked with her juice again from the dominant warrior’s command. Knowing there was little she could do but endure what was about to happen, she closed her eyes and did her best to relax.
Vorag’s palm on her chin made her open her eyes. He was holding his cock in front of her, staring down at her.
Helena looked up and their eyes met. At that moment Golar pressed the tip of the implement against her back hole again. Her mouth popped open.
Vorag shuffled forward and began feeding her inch after inch of his stiff cock.
The feeling of the thick and veiny member gliding along her tongue completely filled Helena’s attention, making her all but forget what was happening to her backside.
Her pussy squeezed tight, trickling hot liquid out of her onto the furs and the ache began in her belly again.
With his hand still gripping her chin, Vorag snaked his cock into her mouth until he came to the back of her throat. He held himself there for a time but just as Helena began to worry about the lack of air he quickly pulled his cock from her mouth. Helena took a deep breath of air.
Just when she thought she was going to pass out, he pulled his cock slowly out of her. The bulbous head sprang out with a noisy slurp, a thin strand of clear spit clinging between it and her lips.
Vorag let out an approving grunt as she caught her breath, then pushed his cock back into her mouth.
Still embarrassed by the vulgar way he was using her mouth, Helena could not help the fact that she was now also deeply aroused. As Vorag thrust his mighty member in and out of her mouth, her pussy squeezed and the ache between her legs grew until she began moaning all around his cock, desperate for her final hole to be filled.
She barely noticed when the thickest part of the implement passed through her tight ass hole and the flange settled against her bottom, keeping the thing from going any further inside.
As Vorag continued to have her mouth, Golar removed his furs behind her. A moment later his hands were on her hips, hauling them up a little higher on the pile of furs.
Helena moaned again as the hard tip of his cock ran up and down her soft slit, collecting juice. She groaned at the pressure as he began to slide into her. She became acutely aware of just how full she felt inside, how absolutely complete she was now that he was in her softest part.
With all three of her holes now filled, she gasped at the surprising and unbelievable feeling that settled into her as Golar pushed his cock into the deepest part of her pussy.
As vulgar and lewd and shameful as what was being done to her was, she, Helena, princess of the valley people and highest lady at Dunkeep court, actually liked it.
Pleasure welled inside her, up between her legs, up her spine, settling in the base of her brain and making her wail all over Vorag’s hard cock buried deep in her mouth.
Her pussy clenched around Golar’s rigid member, filling the tent with the sound of his pleasured grunts and the pungent smell of her juice. Clawing at the furs beneath her, Helena began to shake as she started to come.
Suddenly lost in a sea of lust, she nonetheless heard the primal grunts of the two brothers rutting into her as one loosed his load into her belly, the other into her throat.
Together, the three of them came together, Golar and Vorag roaring with pleasure as Helena’s moans were muffled by the cock plunging into her mouth.
Outside the tent the others cheered and laughed at the filthy sounds.
Chapter Ten
“Helena, please come. You must eat something.”
Helena shook her head, trying to look away from Vala who was sitting next to her and gently touching her shoulder.
As soon as the ferocious tide of pleasure had retreated, the humiliation and embarrassment of everyone outside knowing exactly what the two warriors were doing to her took its place. Helena had sworn that she would not leave.
First Vorag, then Golar had tried to coax her out of the tent but she refused, curling herself up into a tight ball under a pile of furs. She had fully expected to
be punished for her disobedience and was surprised when both of them relented without spanking her.
A little while later they had sent Vala in to try to get her out.
“You are embarrassed, yes? That is the word for it?” Vala asked.
Suspicious of her intentions but happy that at least one person understood what she was going through, Helena peeked out from beneath the furs and nodded.
Vala sighed. “Helena,” she said quietly.
“What?” Helena snapped.
Vala shook her head, her expression turning to pity. “You will have to learn to get used to it. It is not the same in the mountains. We do not share your embarrassment or shame. We all love freely when and where we want. We share with everyone. You must learn to do it too.”
Something inside Helena snapped and her rage boiled over. “Everyone was laughing at me!” she yelled.
Vala furrowed her brow. “What? No one was laughing at you. We were cheering because we were happy. Happy for you and happy for Golar and Vorag. You enjoyed it, yes?”
Another wave of humiliation swept over Helena at being asked to admit what she’d felt. “I…”
“Helena,” Vala said, more softly than before, “it is alright. You can tell me. No one wants to laugh at you.”
Helena’s lower lip began to tremble. She took a deep breath to stifle the urge to cry and swallowed it back. She looked into Vala’s eyes. “I… I did.”
Something about saying it made it feel like a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She sighed and almost returned Vala’s smile.
“See? You feel better now?”
Helena bit her lip. It didn’t make any sense and she didn’t want to feel better but she did, and that’s all there was to it. She responded with a slight nod.
“Good. So come outside and have some food with us. Everyone will be happy to see you. I promise.”
The thought of going outside and facing everyone was still an unsettling one. Another thought, a darker worry that she’d set aside, resurfaced. “What about…”
“What about what?” Vala asked.
“What about the joining cave?”
Vala smiled. “It is a beautiful thing. You are shared with everyone. Just like I said.”
Helena shook her head, unable to understand these people and their strange ways. Having two husbands was strange enough, how could they not care at all about sharing her with the rest of their tribe?
“You look worried,” Vala suggested. “There is nothing that will hurt. Our men are very gentle in the joining cave,” she said, wearing a wicked grin.
“It’s… it’s not that.” Helena was still unsure whether she wanted to trust Vala with her deepest secrets and fears but for the time being, before she learned to speak their language, it seemed like Vala would be the only friend she had. She took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “Vorag and Golar don’t care?”
“Don’t care?” Vala asked, looking puzzled. “Don’t care about what?”
“They don’t care that other men will… claim me?”
“No,” Vala replied. “I told you our customs are different. There is no jealousy here like the people of the valley carry.”
Helena found it hard to believe. Still, if that was the way the Grahr lived, she supposed she would have to get used to it.
“So?” Vala asked. “Will you come?”
She thought for a moment but finally nodded back.
“Good!” Vala smiled. She reached over and pulled the fur that she’d first given Helena, then slipped it over her head. It barely covered her bottom and suddenly made Helena realize that the implement, the plug that Golar had fit into her so snugly, was still inside. Her mouth popped open as her eyes went wide. “Vala,” she whispered, her voice urgent. “I can’t!”
Vala frowned. “What? Why not?”
Rolling over slightly, Helena showed Vala her backside with the flange of the plug protruding from it. “Look,” she whispered.
Vala scowled and shrugged. “So?” She turned and flipped up the fur she was wearing, revealing a similar object poking out of her ass. “All Grahr wives carry one. It is how we remember our husbands when they are not around.”
“What?” Helena whispered in disbelief. “Why? What is it for?”
Vala smiled. “To keep you stretched. They haven’t both taken you at once yet, have they?”
Helena’s eyes rounded like plates as she shook her head.
Vala smirked. “Don’t worry. You’ll never know how you lived without it after you feel it.”
With her mouth still hanging open in disbelief, Helena let herself be pulled up onto her feet and dragged out of the tent.
It was already dark outside and the only light came from the flickering flames of the fire, long shadows cast by those around it dancing across the mountain wall.
As Vala led her over to the warmth and smell of cooked meat, the others looked up one by one. Each of them smiled and a few clapped. It was true that nothing about their looks or smiles seemed malicious. Welcoming and sincere would better describe them.
The unease that had gripped her insides let go. Perhaps Vala was right? Perhaps they were just happy that she was here among them, mated to two of their warriors?
She saw Vorag and Golar sitting cross-legged across the fire. Something about seeing them made her acutely aware that their plug was still in her bottom. Suddenly walking felt tremendously awkward like she’d never done it before in her life.
Still holding onto Vala, she felt as if she had to raise her bottom to be able to accommodate the thick plug inside it. She was sure that everyone was staring at it as she walked.
Vala led her over to where the warriors were sitting and helped her down. Helena had to tuck her legs to one side and sit on one cheek to minimize the discomfort of the plug in her ass.
As Vala left, the two warriors closed in on her from both sides. They still towered over her but now that they were seated around the fire with the others, they seemed a little less dominant and a little more kind.
Golar reached down to his plate, pulled a small piece of cooked meat apart and lifted it, offering it to her.
Helena smiled, took the morsel and sniffed it. The smell came as a pleasant surprise. It was richly spiced and made her mouth water. She popped the bite into her mouth and chewed, closing her eyes and revelling in the delicious taste.
“You like?” Vorag asked beside her.
Helena couldn’t resist the chuckle that rose from her throat. Something about the way he pronounced the words seemed suddenly very funny. And quite cute. She covered her mouth with a hand and nodded, ignoring his disapproving scowl at her laugh. “I like,” she answered. “Very much.”
This seemed to relax him and he reached down to offer her another bite. “Korobashi.”
Helena was puzzled at first until she realized he was talking about the meat. “This?” she asked. “This is Korobashi?”
Vorag nodded. “Yes.”
Golar reached out on her other side, holding a piece of dried apricot, a fruit from the other side of the mountains rarely tasted in the valley.
Helena’s eyes sparkled with excitement and she took the fruit and immediately popped it into her mouth, devouring it. “It’s… it’s so good!” she said, her voice filled with wonder at the exotic taste.
Golar smiled softly and nodded. “Very good. You like it?”
Helena gave him an excited nod.
Golar laughed and offered her another piece, which she took and ate with equal relish.
Soft murmurs of conversation around them drifted up into the night as the two warriors shared more of their food with her. As the night sky grew darker, more and more of the others drifted off into their tents until it was only Helena, Vala, Vorag, and Golar left.
“Keresh boreshe,” Vorag said to Vala.
She nodded, then looked at Helena and rolled her eyes. “He wants me to translate a joke. This never works.”
Vorag began speak
ing quickly, with Vala struggling to keep up as he talked.
Helena tried to follow the meandering story about mountain goats and a lost shepherd trying to find his flock. It seemed like forever before the punchline came.
“So he says to the goat, don’t break a horn about it,” Vala finished.
Crickets chirped through the silence that descended on the group. Vorag stared at her with an expectant expression, Vala looking at her with one eyebrow cocked.
Helena realized she had to salvage the situation and did her best to laugh without sounding forced.
Vorag nodded in apparent appreciation at the way the joke had been received.
Vala shook her head and Golar rubbed his forehead next to her. “Vala is right,” Golar spoke in the valley tongue. “It never works.”
Helena was slightly taken aback by how well he spoke. To this point she’d thought he knew a few words and that was all.
“Alright,” Golar said, still speaking valley. “It is time for bed.”
“I will take the first watch,” Vala offered.
A twinge of gratitude passed through Helena at their tiny gesture of speaking her language amongst themselves. The Grahr had always been called barbarians but it seemed their mastery of the valley tongue was far greater than most of Dunkeep’s mastery of Grahr.
“You do not need to…” Golar began to Vala.
Vala put up a hand. “Go. Be with your bride. Soon she will be in the joining cave and you will have to wait in line like everyone else!” Vala said with a wicked smile.
Helena’s eyes shot to Golar just in time to see a scowl darken his expression. His look sent something pulsing through her. He looked displeased by the way Vala had joked about the joining cave.
“Golar? Relesheki,” Vala said quietly from across the fire.
Helena looked at her and found her looking confused. Before anyone else could speak, Vala rose up and walked over to the edge of the circle of light cast by the fire. Beside her, the two barbarians rose.
As they helped Helena to her feet, she once again became very aware of the plug in her bottom. It was awkward enough walking barefoot along the rocks. She felt Vorag’s and Golar’s hungry gazes as they stared at her.
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