Are they going to want me again?
The answer came inside the tent. Vorag removed his fur revealing that his cock was completely hard. His sack hung low between his legs and Helena couldn’t tear her eyes from it. The skin was stretched taut over the balls inside.
“Helena,” Golar said behind her.
Helena turned to find that he had also undressed and also had a completely rigid cock.
“We will make Karbesh with you now.”
Helena was even more surprised by how well he pronounced the words. “Kar-karbesh?” she stammered.
Golar drew her close, reached around her and twisted the plug in her bottom, easing it out of her slowly.
Helena shuddered as the thickest part of the plug slipped through her tight channel. She gasped as Golar pulled the tip out and let it fall onto the soft furs on the floor.
Putting his hands on her shoulders, Golar lowered her along with him as he knelt on the floor. His rough hands slid down her supple curves and around her again until they settled on her ass. He pulled her close, the throbbing head of his cock coming between her legs to touch her sex.
Helena reached out and put her palms on his hard chest, pressing back against him, anxious about what it would be like to feel him plunge into her again, aroused as she was.
Golar merely grunted and pulled her closer, settling her wet folds onto his cock but stopping short of impaling her with it. “You know what is Karbesh?” he asked, gazing into her eyes.
For the first time since they’d met, Helena felt a pull toward him instead of a push to run away. Something about the way he was looking at her, staring into her deeply as if he were trying to find some secret about her soul, weakened her in the best way. She shook her head in reply to his question. “No,” she whispered.
Helena turned at the sound of Vorag settling onto his knees behind her. He was stroking his rigid cock and his hungry eyes raked up and down her curves. He shuffled forward until she felt the muscles of his chest pressing against her back.
The hot head of his cock touched the spot where Golar had pulled the implement from her. She clenched the dark rose, her body stiffening with nerves.
In front of her, Golar smiled. “Karbesh is the most sacred love,” he said, studying her face and moving away a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. “When three become one.”
Helena’s heart thundered inside her chest, her body shaking and shuddering with each rough touch of Golar’s swollen cock along her folds.
He reached down between them and pried his cock away from her soaked pussy.
Helena moaned and dug her nails into Golar’s chest as Vorag’s cock touched the spot Golar had left.
Golar eased his grip on her bottom and she sank slowly down, her pussy filling with Vorag’s rippling muscle.
He did not stay long inside her. Golar lifted and lowered her only a few times, the final time letting his brother’s cock spring out, soaked with the juices from her sex.
She felt it slide beneath her, then felt the hot wetness touch her bottom hole. This time she shuddered with pleasure.
Golar pulled her forward and close. Before she could react he had locked his lips to hers, his tongue plunging roughly into her mouth, searching for hers.
She offered it to him, pushing back against his and into his mouth.
He lowered her further forward, sending his rock-hard manhood thrusting up toward her womb.
Helena moaned into his mouth as he stretched the tight pink walls of her pussy. Her sex clamped around him, sucking and milking at his iron member, trying to coax his gift from him.
The memory of Vala’s words made her nipples harden against Golar’s chest.
The seed will spill into you. That is what will make your belly swell.
The thought of Golar’s hot seed, that sweet offering, spilling into her, taking root and growing inside of her made her start riding back and forth along his lap. Instinct seemed to take over and Helena felt like she was no longer in control of her actions but merely observing them from the side.
Golar grunted, slapped her bottom gently and stilled her hungry lunges. “Wait,” he whispered. “Not yet.”
His hands moved around her again, settling on her bottom. He pulled her open slowly and Vorag touched the head of his cock to her back hole again.
Helena gasped, her breathing coming fast and shallow as she braced for the second intrusion into her soft body.
Golar touched her cheek with his fingers, still staring deeply into her eyes. He let her fall back.
The head of Vorag’s cock overcame the tightness of her asshole and slipped into her bottom.
A shiver raced down Helena’s back. Never had she felt so completely exposed and cornered and so incredibly wonderful at the same time. It felt as if here, between these two rough and hard bodies, nothing could hurt her from the world outside.
As Vorag slid deeper into her, she felt his cock pressing against the thin membrane between her two openings, sliding along the outline of Golar’s cock in her front.
His strong hands settled on her hips as he drove himself into her, up to the root.
The two brothers held her like that, allowing her to adjust to their girth before their rut.
Golar still gazed into her eyes. “My, you are beautiful,” he whispered.
Helena couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Beautiful? It was the last thing she’d expected. Did he really mean it or was he just saying it? A swell of emotion surprised her, tightening her throat, tears stinging at her eyes.
At that moment Golar began pushing and pulling on her hips, rocking her slowly back and forth. As she moved forward and he slipped into her, Vorag would slide out of her behind. Then Vorag would glide in as Golar’s cock retreated.
The emotion that had gripped her plunged down and spun around the maddening and hungry need in her core. Her tears came easily but without the usual pain in her throat that crying brought.
Golar, seeing her crying, pulled her close and kissed her cheek, amplifying the emotion even more.
Her pussy clenched around his cock as her back hole squeezed Vorag’s hard cock. She felt them harden inside her at almost exactly the same time. She knew that soon she would be filled with their seed.
Helena closed her eyes and let herself be swept up and into the blistering peak of her climax with a moan and a sigh.
Golar’s cock hardened first. He grunted and dug his hands into her bottom.
Helena felt the first warm blast of his cum spray up into her pussy and she could almost feel it searching for where to take root.
Behind her Vorag flexed and his cock, too, began to shower its seed into her, blast after blast of it covering the dark walls of her virgin back channel.
She swam in the feeling, wave after wave of pleasure rising through her as she let herself be thoroughly plundered by the two hard warriors.
When it was over it felt too soon. Even as their cocks began to soften inside of her, Helena found herself thinking forward to when she would feel them next. Their touch felt softer and warmer than it ever had and she didn’t dare open her eyes for fear that this beautiful feeling would fade.
They stayed with her squeezed between them for a long time. Then they lay down and covered themselves in furs, still on either side of her.
Helena began to drift off to sleep.
Chapter Eleven
Golar stared through the darkness as Helena’s eyes closed and the tension left her body. The memory of his cock burrowing into her tight slit made the flagging muscle jump again.
She is tired. She should rest.
Behind her Vorag lay on his back staring up at the ceiling of the tent, one arm resting on his forehead.
Their Karbesh had once again ignited the strange feeling inside Golar and it haunted him now, keeping him from falling asleep. It was a cold tightness that gripped him each time he thought of sharing Helena with the others in his tribe. Though he knew it was their way, their custom, he did not
know if he could follow through with it. He wondered if he would have the self-control to watch another man’s cock thrust into her as the tribe came to the joining cave to help breed his bride.
Each time he closed his eyes, fresh images of Helena lying sprawled on her back and filled by any of the other Grahr they shared the caves with would invade his mind. He would snap his eyes open and the darkness inside the tent would at least ease his frustration but would never be enough to drive the hallucinations all the way out.
Thinking she was sleeping, he looked to his side at Helena to find her eyes open, peering at him through the darkness. A bolt of nerves shot through him all the way to his toes. “I thought you were sleeping,” he whispered.
“I thought you didn’t speak the valley language well?” she replied.
A smile curled one corner of his mouth. It was true he had put on something of an act about not being able to speak her language well. He wanted to know what she was like first, wanted to find out her character before letting down his guard. He had never expected that she would be so disarming and that it would happen so quickly.
He touched her cheek again with the backs of his fingers, a deep and satisfying throb racing through him at touching her soft skin.
Her eyes searched his expression through the darkness. She looked like she wanted to say something but couldn’t.
“What troubles you?” he asked finally.
Helena shook her head and turned to face him. She covered her breasts with her arm as he lowered his gaze to the pleasant cleft of flesh her mounds formed. “I have a question,” she whispered.
The words excited him for some reason. She no longer sounded like a spoiled and petulant princess but like someone he could share even his darkest secrets one day. It brought a pleasant feeling. “What is it?” Golar asked.
Helena took a breath and thought for a moment before going on. “Tell me about the joining cave?” she asked.
The same cold tightness rushed through him, paralyzing him and making it feel like he couldn’t even take a breath. Why had she asked that? “What about it?” Golar asked, trying to keep the tension out of his voice. He didn’t want her to know how he felt. It was the Grahr way and they would have to endure it.
“Will I… will they really… breed me? All of your tribe?” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
Golar swallowed, trying to ease the muscles that tightened in his throat at the thought. He gave a single nod. “It is our way, yes,” he explained.
A look of what seemed like disappointment seemed to flicker across her expression, replaced quickly by a weak smile.
His insides twisted again, something deep in his mind yearning, begging him to reach out and touch her and tell her nothing like that would happen, that she was theirs and theirs alone and no one else would have her. “Are you scared of it?” he asked instead.
Helena lowered her eyes, then looked to one side, then the other, as if she were contemplating the best way to answer “yes.” She settled on two quick nods and a stolen glance.
Golar’s entire body screamed to reach out and wrap his arms around her and tell her no such thing would happen.
It is the Grahr way.
It was. The mountains were harsh and everyone needed to know they could count on each other for help. It was just a way of showing that.
Then what is this I feel? How can I desire that no one else possess her?
He settled for touching her cheek again. “Do not worry. Everything will be alright,” he lied. He managed to force a smile. Helena smiled back but her eyes spoke louder than her mouth. It seemed obvious she had seen through the lie.
“Sleep,” Golar whispered. “Tomorrow will be a hard ride.”
Helena nodded and closed her eyes.
As she rolled onto her back, Vorag’s face came into view behind her. He was staring at Golar, his dark gaze boring through the lies he’d just told. He waited until Helena was breathing more deeply, then longer still to make sure she was asleep. “What now?” he asked quietly.
All Golar could do was shake his head and stare back up at the tent overhead. He had no idea what the answer was but one thing had become clear, that Vorag felt the same way about it he did. Something had to be done.
* * *
Vorag hoisted himself up and into the saddle, then joined Golar at the lead of the pack.
They had woken early, lit the fire, and bathed in the stream a few hundred yards away from the camp while the others prepared breakfast. Helena had come with them and they’d both watched as she dipped her beautiful frame into the cold water to wash.
The way her nipples had stiffened made Vorag’s cock ache and made him wish he could have her again then and there. But the others were waiting, as was the rest of the tribe, for their return. They would all be eager to see their new queen and begin the joining rite.
The thought of it had been bothering him all morning, not helped by the fact he had barely slept. It was clear Golar had come to the same conclusion he had. There could be no rite. There was no way they could endure it, no way he could stand by and watch any other male claim her, especially now after their Karbesh.
As he fell in beside Golar, their horses already huffing as they worked their way up the steep hill, he checked to make sure the others were sufficiently far enough back.
“We can abdicate,” Golar said, as if he were commenting on the fine weather that day.
“What?” Vorag asked, balking at the word.
“What other way is there? If we don’t, if we try to stay as head of the clan, the others will demand that she be taken to the joining cave like all the other brides,” Golar explained.
Vorag shook his head.
“Exactly,” Golar said. “That is exactly how I feel. The trouble is I cannot think of another way out of it. What do you feel when you think of Darak burying his cock into her? Or Travet?”
Vorag clenched his jaw. “I want to rip their heads off their bodies,” he muttered.
Golar nodded. “Me too.”
“But abdicate?” Vorag said, careful to keep his voice low. “We will become outcasts. Who even knows if they will let us stay? The council might vote that we are banished and then what?”
Golar shrugged. “Then we will go and live alone, find our own caves,” he said, though he didn’t sound like he believed it.
“And when the winter comes?”
Golar had no answer for that.
Vorag knew his brother knew as well as he did there would be no surviving the winter alone. There was not enough wood this side of the mountains, nor would they have the time to hunt and forage enough and store it all, not to mention finding a cave away from the tribe.
No. That could not be the way.
“We could tell them we don’t want it,” Vorag suggested.
“What? Just tell them?”
“Then they would have to decide what would be done, not us. Make it their problem. I don’t care if we are heads of the tribe or not. If they don’t like it they can replace us.”
Golar thought for a while, considering the proposal. “We could,” he answered after a while, “but it is not the honourable thing to do.”
“I don’t give a mountain goat’s shit about honourable,” Vorag grumbled. “There is no way I will watch anyone else take her.” He glanced over his shoulder at Helena.
She was riding with Vala, her arms wrapped around her, her eyes closed. It seemed that Vala was saying something to her but he couldn’t make out what it was. He turned back toward the trail.
“Whatever it is, we better decide quickly. We will arrive at the caves by sundown at the latest. Knowing the council, they will want to begin the rite as soon as they can.”
Golar nodded but didn’t say anything, slipping instead back into his thoughts.
When the horses became tired, they dismounted and began to walk next to the animals instead of riding them up the hill. It was a hard climb for three or four hours but once they’d reached the f
irst peak of the first wall of mountains that separated the Grahr from the valley, the caves came into view in the distance, smoke curling up from the openings into the sky.
As they climbed back up onto the animals to ride the rest of the way, Vorag felt the now familiar feeling of his guts tightening as they drew close.
Chapter Twelve
“So every woman has to go to the cave?” Helena asked.
Vala nodded ahead of her. “Every one,” she replied.
“Even you had to?”
“Even I. Not that I’m special, mind you!” Vala laughed.
The question she’d been circling around came to the fore and Helena couldn’t ignore it any longer. “So when you were in there, when you were in the cave for the joining rite, did…” She let the sentence dangle for a moment too long.
“Did Vorag and Golar seed me?” Vala asked, her smile obvious by her tone even though Helena could not see her face.
A tightness formed inside her at the words spoken so plainly, as if they meant nothing to Vala at all. “Yes,” she replied, doing her best not to let her anxiety show in her tone.
“They did,” Vala replied. “Though it was a long time ago.”
Helena felt a sudden fury start raging inside her and she had no idea why. The men she’d felt herself getting close to the night before in the tent, the same ones she felt like one day she might be able to open up to and be herself, suddenly became barbarians again in her mind.
How could these people act like this? How could they all… fuck each other’s wives and not give it a second thought? And how could they not feel any of what she felt about it?
As she looked up the line of horses at the two warriors at the head she wished she hadn’t confessed her fear of the joining cave the night before. She wished she’d kept her mouth shut. She swore that from now on she was going to keep all of her feelings to herself and never let them out. Not to Vorag or Golar or Vala. Not anyone.
“What are you thinking about now? Are you worried still?” Vala asked.
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