by Delta James
Elizabeth watched Gavan approach. His naked body was covered in slabbed and corded muscles with dark hair covering his extremities, chest and nested around his engorged member.
“Here, Cae,” said Gavan in a husky voice. “Let me have her while ye get naked.”
Caelan had no more released his hold than Gavan swept her up in his arms. His chest hair was coarse and tickled her skin. He strode to the improvised bed, kneeling down and propping himself against a makeshift headboard that Caelan had constructed. Gavan pulled her between his legs, cradling her thighs between his own. The feel of his skin next to hers was a new experience yet, somehow, it felt familiar and right. He reached around and began gently kneading her breasts.
She moaned.
Caelan quickly shucked out of his clothes and stopped to poke the fire before coming to join them. Like Gavan, he was tall and well-built. He had less body hair, and it was a fair gingery color. His cock might not have been quite as long, but it was easily as thick, and hard. A clear fluid dripped from the tip.
“Ye see that, Lizzie?” Gavan whispered into her ear, continuing to fondle her breasts, tracing the dusky center pieces, strumming his thumbs across her nipples before giving them a pinch and then a tug. “Between how hard he is and his seed leaking from the head of his cock, that’s how ye know Caelan wants ye as bad as I. Can ye feel my cock nestled between yer globes? Can ye feel my need for ye, Lizzie?”
She nodded and moaned, in the grip of a demand and desire for something she was only beginning to comprehend. Her eyes were riveted to Caelan’s approach, his mighty staff primed for use, but she couldn’t focus on that. Gavan’s hands were far too distracting, as were his whispered words, some of which she didn’t understand.
Caelan lay down beside her, stroking the inside of her thigh before leaning over to swirl his tongue in her bellybutton. Elizabeth’s pussy spasmed as Caelan inhaled, taking in her scent. He eased himself between her legs, reaching up her body. His fingers closed around her nipples, giving them both a squeeze, which tightened to a pinch. One hand slipped down between her thighs, where he played briefly with her swollen nub before trailing down her slit to the opening of her core, barely penetrating her there. He probed it gently and shallowly.
“Aye, Gav, her maidenhead’s intact.”
He gathered some of her honied essence before bringing his fingers back up to his mouth and licking them clean.
Elizabeth couldn’t stifle the moan, or the pulsing of her core.
“Open,” he whispered as he slid his fingers along her lips, before slipping them into her mouth.
“That’s it,” crooned Gavan, “suck his fingers clean.”
Caelan continued to play with her nipples, first one and then the other, twisting, pulling, tugging, and pinching. He pushed his fingers a bit deeper into her mouth. The taste of her own honey on Caelan’s fingertips was as intoxicating as moonshine and, with everything they were doing and saying, she felt a bit tipsy.
“For now, ye’ll suck our fingers when we feed ye yer honey, or our cream, but ye’ll learn to suck our cocks. So many things for our bonny lass to learn. Ye want to please us, don’t ye, Lizzie?” murmured Gavan.
“Such a good girl,” added Caelan as he withdrew his fingers from her mouth and trailed them down her chin, throat, and between the valley of her breasts.
Caelan blew kisses down her body, worshiping her with his lips and tongue. When he latched onto her nipple, Elizabeth’s body arched up, and she cried out in wonder and delight. She swore she could feel his suckling, not just on her pebbled peak, but down in the throbbing nubbin at the juncture of her thighs and her pussy beyond.
He inched down her body, whispering kisses, licking and sucking as he went. He parted her thighs, lifting a leg over each shoulder, placing her molten core right in his face. She tried to close her legs, but he had himself wedged between them. She knew the tissue around her opening was slick and swollen from arousal. Caelan lightly stroked a finger across it. He lowered his head, nuzzling her pussy.
She heard a whimper and realized it was coming from her. She wasn’t in pain. She’d never felt like this, so alive and connected to all things—but mostly to these two men… her husbands. The little pearl between her legs was practically throbbing.
Caelan nipped it before latching on and sucking.
Elizabeth tried to arch her body up but was held firmly in place by Gavan. Her legs stayed in place, but her body trembled all over.
Caelan looked up at her before slowly, deliberately lowering his mouth to her. She could feel his heat, feel his breath. He sucked in her small nubbin, suckling for a moment before trailing his tongue down to her virgin sheath. His tongue slid around, gathering every bit of her honey that had dribbled out. He drove his tongue up inside her, and the fireworks that Gavan had produced back in the jail cell returned, brighter than the Fourth of July.
Looking past her to Gavan, he said, “She’s well primed, Gav. She’s slick from the honey she’s already produced. I don’t know about you, but I’m near to dying with the want of her.”
“Aye, Cae. Let’s switch places for a bit, while I make her ours first and, then, ye can ease your need in her sweet cunny. Can’t he, love?”
Elizabeth couldn’t speak, only nod.
Gavan gently swapped places with Caelan, who lay back against the pillows before bringing her to rest against his chest. Elizabeth felt a little like a sacrifice to some ancient god, naked and spread out before them, but she also felt her own power. These two strong, virile men wanted her to be their bride, wanted to share a life with her. An unconventional one, no doubt, but, still, Caelan had said they would never have let her hang and, instinctively, she knew it to be true.
The only thing in life that mattered now was pleasing these men, her husbands, so they would continue this delicious torture. She may have been unsure or even reluctant when they started, but now she knew she was made for them—as they had been made for her. Her body trembled as Gavan stroked her. The quivering became shaking as she lost touch with any reality other than the one they had created.
She needed, wanted, more. Reaching up to cup Gavan’s head with one hand, she reached back to touch Caelan, as well, and felt his fingers lace through hers as he brought them up to kiss them. She brought Caelan’s hand down and clasped it to her breast, crying out when Gavan nipped the distended tip, refocusing her on him.
He latched on tightly as he flicked his tongue against it.
Elizabeth wriggled and squirmed, not to get away, but to draw him closer and encourage a more intimate touch. Their combined groaning emboldened and enraptured her. Placing her hand over his as Gavan stroked her; she encouraged him to do so more deeply and purred in cat-like satisfaction when he did.
Elizabeth bowed her back, shoving her mons against his hand. Her body shuddered in ecstasy as every synapse fired and pleasure exploded throughout her body. Never had anything felt so right and so marvelous. She had never believed that Paradise existed on Earth, but now believed it was to be had and embraced. His hardened length lay trapped between them, and her sheath pulsed in the same rhythm as his shaft.
“Gavan,” she cried in wondered rapture, clinging to him with one hand and squeezing Caelan’s thigh with the other.
Gavan removed his hand from between her legs as he rolled more fully on top of her.
Elizabeth realized he meant now to take her virginity. She struggled, momentarily frightened until she heard Caelan at her back, nuzzling her neck and nipping at her ear lobe, whispering words of love, sex, and encouragement. Still, Elizabeth tried to move from underneath him.
“Nay, lass.” Gavan crooned. “Ye didna want to deny me. I am yer husband, and ‘tis my right to claim ye. It’ll be all right, Lizzie, give yourself to me, to us. Let us show you what it is to be well and truly loved. Ye want this, don’t ye, Lizzie?”
She nodded and knew it was true. If this made her a wanton, then a wanton was what she wanted to be.
Before she
could change her mind, Gavan’s mouth descended, capturing hers, his tongue beginning a seductive dance within.
She squirmed beneath him, not sure if she wanted what was to come, knowing there was no retreat and that she didn’t truly want one.
He settled himself more firmly between her thighs.
Caelan reached between them and caught some of the slick wet that her earlier orgasm had produced in abundance. He brought it up and rubbed her clit in circular motions, rumbling to her as she felt the head of Gavan’s staff probing for the entrance to her wet heat.
Elizabeth mewled in need. The ticklish sensations began all over again but, this time, she burned like a wildfire had been lit within her and now raced out of control throughout her entire being.
Gavan kissed her relentlessly, making it difficult to focus on anything other than pleasing him and listening to every fiber of her being that cried out for him to claim her fully. She let him slip his hands underneath her, his palms gripping her hips while his fingers gently held her buttocks. She grimaced slightly from the residual effects of the spanking he’d given her before their wedding.
She looked to see him staring at her intently. “Yay or nay, Lizzie?”
She nodded. Steadying her, he kissed her passionately as he drove his cock powerfully up into her, stretching her entrance, shattering the delicate tissue that had kept her a maid, and seating himself fully within her.
Elizabeth screamed into his mouth. She was unprepared for the pain that erupted as he destroyed her maidenhead.
He whispered kisses over her face and nuzzled her neck.
She held her breath, waiting for something, but she wasn’t quite sure what.
He gave her only a moment to catch her breath and for her tightness to soften and accept his penetration. Then, slowly, he began to stroke her with long, slow thrusts that quickly turned the pain into pleasure as her body received and then accepted his dominant possession. Her sheath hugged his cock; he groaned and then rumbled his carnal need for her as he picked up the pace of his plunging rod.
Gavan held her tightly to him as he rolled his hips, moving his cock deeper and faster in her pussy. She could feel every inch and texture of his large staff as it grazed her vaginal walls. She thought she would never forget the incredible way it felt and filled her. There was another gradual building of sensual pleasure as Elizabeth’s body responded fully to his claiming. It swirled around her swollen nub and spread down and through to her heated sheath as he continued to drive within her. She could feel an almost overwhelming trembling in her nether regions as it expanded and spread throughout her body.
His movements became more deliberate and forceful. The faster he moved, the larger he seemed to grow within her. Her muscles tensed in a way she now knew was the precursor to her own climax.
Gavan’s lips moved down the side of her neck to the base of her throat.
As her muscles convulsed in a powerful orgasm, she felt his seed begin to flood her womb. Elizabeth screamed again, but wasn’t sure if it was in pleasure, or abject surrender. Her pussy shuddered blissfully all up and down his length as he continued to send his essence to the very end of her channel.
When he was finally still, he kissed her before rolling from atop her body and stroking the inside of her upper thigh in a manner that was comforting, yet possessive. She could feel the mingled essence of their coupling drying there, as well as in the soft hair covering her mons.
“Good girl. Ye have so much pleasure to look forward to. We’ll see to it. We’re going to start plugging yer bottom hole so that, in time, we can share you at the same time instead of taking turns. While Gavan fucks your sweet pussy, I’ll take your arse,” Caelan whispered in her ear.
Elizabeth shuddered at the thought but had neither the will, nor the ability, to do anything other than allow him to continue to stroke her body soothingly.
Gavan gently lifted her body off of Caelan’s, taking his place and settling her back against him, cupping her breasts and lightly rubbing her nipples. The sensitized tips responded by pebbling up and beginning to ache.
“Good girl, Lizzie,” Gavan crooned. “See how responsive our beautiful bride is, Cae? Even after losing her maidenhead, she hungers for more; don’t ye, Lizzie?”
“No,” she whispered, truly frightened that she was some kind of wanton.
“Nay, lass. Yer body doesn’t lie. Die ye not find pleasure with what Gavan did?”
She nodded.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, Lizzie. If yer husbands pleasure ye more often than themselves, then they’ve done right by ye. And I did do right be ye, didn’t I?”
Again, she nodded.
“And ye liked when I readied ye for Gavan didn’t ye? Ye felt pleasure from my touch?”
“Yes,” she said, finally finding her voice.
“Then would ye deny Caelan the same pleasure ye gave to me and that ye felt yerself?” Gavan crooned.
She shook her head.
“Then tell him, Lizzie. Tell him ye want him to make ye his as well. Go on, lass, say it. Tell Caelan ye want to feel his cock deep inside ye, stroking ye before he gives ye his seed.”
She looked down at Caelan who seemed anxious but was willing to be patient with her. The fact was she did want to feel him inside her sheath, thrusting in and out until he emptied himself.”
“Yes,” she nodded. “I want to feel Caelan as well.”
Caelan kissed her, slowly and deeply exploring the recesses of her mouth, enticing her tongue to come and dance with his, savoring the kiss and the time he was taking as it was the only thing important thing to him. She was beginning to believe that her pleasure was at least as important to them as their own… if not more.
From the time she’d started developing her womanly figure, her dreams had been filled with images of men doing the kinds of things to her she had seen men doing to their women. She had been intrigued from a young age about what went on between men and women. She questioned whether or not the shudder she had made in response to Caelan’s words was one of revulsion, or arousal. She had been told not to, and repeatedly beaten, at the orphanage for exploring her body and finding pleasure in the act. The refrain of having a wanton nature, being no more than a lustful slut and not welcome in polite society ran through her head.
Maybe they had all been right. She had laid in one man’s arms while another took her virginity. Gavan and Caelan were re-positioning her so that Caelan could make her his wife, as well as Gavan’s and, instead of being repulsed by the idea, she welcomed it.
“Nay, lass. Tis nothing to fear or be ashamed of,” murmured Caelan. “It only shows us what ye like, that you have an endless depth of passion, and that Gavan well pleased ye. Now, let’s see if I can do the same.”
Caelan lifted her away from Gavan and placed her between them so that she was lying prone against Gavan’s body. She wondered how a man as solidly built could be comfortable when she was lying on him. Caelan’s hand rested on the small of her back and stroked downward, his finger trailing between her twin globes past her pussy as it sought the turgid nub between her legs that he had rubbed and tugged previously.
Elizabeth caught her breath from the pleasurable sensations radiating out from the small button to her core. She could feel the beginnings of another powerful climax.
Caelan removed his hand and swatted her swollen vulva lightly before putting his hand back between her legs to soothe the slight sting. It didn’t really hurt, but seemed to inflame the entire region, and she squirmed. This time, he probed the opening of her core, delicately slipping a single digit into her cunt.
Caelan chuckled, the sound full of genuine amusement. He continued to delve within, and she squirmed and writhed, lying atop Gavan, trying to rub her sensitized nub along the hardened length she could feel trying to rise again.
He removed his finger and leaned close to whisper, “Do ye wish to have yer second husband breach your cunny with his cock?”
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“Not quite yet,” he said, sliding his hand back between her legs, his finger zeroing in on the cream that dripped from her most feminine place and coated his finger with it, drawing it back up to probe her dark entrance.
“No,” she said, panicking at the thought.
Not at the thought that it was wrong, but she wanted desperately to feel some part of him back inside her sheath. There was an emptiness between her legs that Gavan had filled so marvelously. She no longer cared where one of their hard lengths went, alone, or together, just so long as something would thrust in and out of her and provide her with the exquisite release of the powerful orgasm lying just beneath the surface.
Caelan deftly massaged her bottom hole, slipping his finger into her, pushing her toward the edge of a climax before withdrawing his attention.
Elizabeth writhed against Gavan, who held her fast in tortured denial and need.
“Beg me to breach ye with my cock. Beg for yer other husband and I to use you in any way and at any time we choose. Make me believe that ye know your place is between yer two husbands pleasuring them and being pleasured in return.”
“Yes, Caelan, please…”
“Say it, Lizzie,” rumbled Gavan. “We want to hear ye acknowledge yer place. If ye didna tell us, Cae will continue to play with you for the rest of the night, never quite allowing you to reach that pinnacle of pleasure yer body is demanding. We’ll leave ye wet and wanting until ye break down and beg.”
Trying to stifle her tears of frustration, she took a ragged breath. “Please, Caelan; please, take me.”
“Who do you belong to, Lizzie?” Caelan whispered.
“You and you. Both of you.”
“Good girl, Lizzie,” intoned Gavan.
“Let’s get ye up on your knees, Lizzie. Gavan’s going to hold ye while I plow ye from behind.”
“No, please, Caelan,” she said, suddenly afraid and tucking her tail.
