Last Strathulian Standing

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  “Taste her,” he said to Danior. “Sample the exquisite flavor of our Jia-Nian’s essence…of her passion.”

  Her breath quickened as Danior’s gaze fell to her cunt. He nudged her thighs open further and stroked the wet curls at her slit with his thumbs as he studied her. She awaited the feel of his finger between her lips, but Danior had something else in mind.

  She watched his eyes glint as he lifted his gaze to hers, just before he lowered his head and licked her cunt. A reckless tremble began between her thighs as Danior’s masterful tongue went deeper, swiping fast and firm across her clit.

  Clutching the furs beneath her, Jia-Nian gasped, or moaned or sighed…perhaps it was all three. Never had she imagined such wild sensation. She wanted it to stop before she vaporized from the thorny intensity. No…she wanted it to last, to go on forever!

  As her spirit climbed the precipice to what promised to be a glorious orgasm, her senses were wondrously assaulted by the unexpected sensation of Aydon’s teeth and tongue at her breast.

  “Great gods, this is too much,” she cried, writhing, basking in sheer erotic bliss as Aydon and Danior bit her at the same time. Pulling, tugging, nipping, rolling…it was beyond sublime.

  Her breath coming in spiky gasps, Jia-Nian clutched Danior’s long hair, then Aydon’s, keeping their skilled mouths close to her ravenous need. Shameless, wanton, greedy with desire, she arched her body, pressing in to them in search of maximum pleasure.

  In a feral gust of utmost ecstasy, she screamed out her rapture as her warriors brought her to that cherished place of elation. For an instant she wondered if she’d died and had been swept into the heavens to shine eternally as a bright, glittering star, signaling its great pleasure and satisfaction to all of mankind below.

  “You were right, Aydon,” Danior said a moment later, his voice connecting with the outer reaches of Jia-Nian’s awareness and drawing her back. “Her taste is indeed exquisite.” A slow smile taking hold, Danior licked his lips and gazed down at her. “See for yourself, little warrior.” He bent down and kissed her, deeply.

  How curiously unique…how completely unlike any other experience… As she tasted her tang mixed with Danior’s own flavor, the word forbidden again surfaced, but only briefly. Intuitively Jia-Nian knew that nothing she could ever experience at the hands of her beloved men could possibly be wicked or sinful.

  She moaned into Danior’s mouth as he sucked her tongue, clutching him close.

  “Such zeal,” Danior said after breaking the kiss. “Aydon, I do believe our choice of woman was most wise. She promises to be a more than suitable bedmate.”

  When Aydon’s gaze fell upon her, it was solemn, without a trace of humor. His expression conveyed hunger, want, longing.

  “My cock aches, heavy with the need to feel the warmth of your wet cunt clasping it, Jia-Nian.” He rolled her to the side and stretched out atop the furs in her place. “On your knees, facing me,” he commanded her. “I want your thighs spread wide, your cunt positioned over my cock and your tits dangling where I can play with them.”

  Jia-Nian’s cunt released a new gush in response, bathing her inner thighs. As she obeyed Aydon’s directive, he looked to his fellow guardian. “Danior?” he asked simply.

  “Not yet. It’s too soon for her to accept us at the same time.” Danior grasped his cock and groaned. “I want nothing more than to fill her little white ass this very instant. To feel her tight channel squeezing my cock until my prick erupts deep within.” The sigh he let out was gargantuan.

  Jia-Nian trembled at the profoundly erotic image engraved by Danior’s words. Her veins all but boiled with the stinging hot lava of desire.

  “But I will wait until she’s ready. Until then, I’ll prepare her hole for my entrance.” His hand covered the small of her back, fingers dragging downward until they slipped in the dark divide between her cheeks. “The healing oils in your satchel,” he said. “Which one should I use?”

  “The olive oil,” Jia-Nian told him, swallowing hard to prevent her skittering heart from leaping wildly from her throat. “The largest of the three oil pouches.” She watched as Danior rose and went to the pile of bags he’d carried on his back as they rode.

  “Danior,” Aydon called, his voice tight and strained. “You can take Jia-Nian first. I-I owe you that much, brother guardian.”

  Danior walked back to them, the oil pouch in hand. He nodded at Aydon, a smile at his lips. “What, and let you be the more noble of us? I think not. I’d never hear the end of your woeful tale of sacrifice for the rest of my days,” he quipped. “The only thing you owe me, Aydon, is to ensure Jia-Nian is well-and-happily fucked…while I watch with rapt attention, of course.” Danior’s smile was broad and easy.

  Tears of gladness and gratitude brimmed in Jia-Nian’s eyes. The strong camaraderie her men shared was greater than the bond some brothers-by-blood enjoyed. Their friendship was as true as their sense of honor, as robust as their warriors’ might. However had she managed to find herself in this enviable position? To be treated with such great care by the two most appealing men in all the land?

  “That I can do,” Aydon agreed. “Jia-Nian, look at me,” he ordered, his hands clasping her waist. “I want to see those storm cloud eyes of yours as my cock pierces your channel for the first time. As your sweet cunt sucks my flesh deep.”

  The cool night air washed over her damp slit, making her shiver, not from the cold, but from the delicious anticipation. A great sigh of longing escaped Jia-Nian’s lips, put to rest as Aydon lowered her onto his great cock. He held her tight as his rigid column united with her opening.

  As he entered her passage, Jia-Nian’s head fell back and her eyes closed at the sweet sensation.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he said. “Your cream already bathes my cock.” His fingers dug into her flesh. “Jia-Nian, look at me!” he reminded her.

  The feel of him stretching her opening was so breathtaking, it was difficult for her not to drift into reverie. “More,” she said, looking directly into his eyes. “Give me more, Aydon. Fill me.”

  “Gods, this is torture,” Aydon growled. “How I long to thrust hard, to feel your womb strike against my cock head.”

  “Then do it, Aydon,” she coaxed. “Do it.”

  Aydon shook his head back and forth. “Not the first time. I want to make it a tender, memorable experience for you, sweet one. But,” he let out a resounding groan, “I fear my loins burn too great for the patience I seek.” He allowed himself to slide a bit deeper inside her cunt and they both moaned.

  Her eyes widened with fascination as she watched Aydon grimace, his brow beading with sweat. What admirable control he displayed. How gallant his intentions. Yet, she yearned to convince him, to hell with control and gallantry—the time is ripe for a bold impaling!

  “If I were the one fucking you for the first time, Jia-Nian,” Danior boasted, his hand stroking his cock as he watched them, “I’d make sure to take it slow. To treat you to a long, languorous sweet fuck.”

  Still holding Jia-Nian above his cock, Aydon barked a laugh. “Hell’s dogs you would! If it were you here instead of me, Danior, you’d have banged her swift and hard and been snoring by now.”

  “Oh, Aydon, please…” Jia-Nian whispered, squeezing the flesh of Aydon’s broad chest. “Please give yourself fully to me. I want so much to feel you nudge my womb with that mighty cock of yours.”

  In a movement so swift and sure it stole her breath, Aydon flipped them until she lay beneath him and his muscled body hovered over hers. His eyes, intense in their purposeful gaze, grew dark, his expression fierce. He looked like a feral creature, a savage, intent on ravaging his prey.

  Jia-Nian’s heart skipped and she felt her body flush with heat. With a roar, Aydon thrust hard and deep, tearing a cry of sweet, pleasured pain from Jia-Nian’s lips.

  She trembled as he penetrated deeper, harder, faster, her fingernails digging into the flesh on either side of his spine as he pumped.
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  “Are you all right,” he said, some semblance of his gentler side fighting to emerge as he rammed into her again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It’s a most exquisite hurt,” she assured, at a loss for the right words to describe how wondrous he made her feel. How entirely different it was to be with him than the fearsome experience she’d had with the Pushgans. “Like the flames that crackle next to us, I burn, Aydon. But the blaze is one of sweetest ecstasy.”

  Jia-Nian looked up to see Danior with a taut, concentrated expression across his features as he sat on a small rock, roughly yanking his cock while Aydon fucked her.

  “No, Danior,” she told him. “There’s no reason for you to resort to manual massage. Come, bring me your cock so I may taste it as Aydon rides me.”

  “Aydon?” Danior said.

  “How could you think to resist such a sweet invitation?” Aydon replied.

  Danior positioned himself on his knees at Jia-Nian’s side. She pulled herself up until she was semi-reclining. Braced on one elbow, she turned her head toward Danior, fisting his cock and drawing him close.

  “Wet, shiny and covered with dew like the morning flowers,” she said, licking the salty fluid from the tip of the broad purple cap. She pushed the foreskin down and swirled her tongue around his girth, moaning her delight at his obvious pleasure.

  As Jia-Nian sucked a mouthful of Danior, Aydon treated her to a womb-jarring fuck. Each man played with her breasts, twisting her nipples, pinching and tugging them hard until her cunt responded with ripples of imminent orgasm.

  Their joined trio fast evolved into a rhythmic, well-oiled chorus of flesh slapping flesh, sucking, slurping and deep male grunts and groans mingling with her impassioned moans.

  The deep well of Jia-Nian’s rapture rose to the surface, filling her senses, urging her on to suck Danior harder, to milk Aydon’s cock with her inner muscles. She found herself fighting the urge to give in to wild thrashing and primal cries as she became lost in the exotic, foreign sensation of cunt and mouth penetration.

  “I can’t hold out much longer, Jia-Nian,” Aydon said, his voice gravelly. “Watching your pretty little mouth suck on Danior’s cock fills me with spikes of pleasure so hot my balls burn for release.” Aydon’s hand reached below, his fingers eager to locate her clit. She screamed around Danior’s cock when he found it, pinching it.

  “Fuck her harder, Aydon,” Danior urged, his gaze glued to Jia-Nian’s lips wrapped around his cock. “I like it when you make her tits bounce.”

  Aydon complied, shoving so hard she slid along the furs.

  “Look at her beautiful face, Danior. See how her eyes flash like a storm-darkened sky, rife with thunder and lightning? See how her soft, plump lips—” Aydon’s face contorted, his teeth clenching together in a pleasured grimace. Jia-Nian could tell he was close to liberating his seed. Still his fingers saw to her pleasure.

  Danior’s hands clasped Jia-Nian’s head and he looked at her in a way that made her feel cherished. “My seed comes,” he grunted. “Milk it from me, little warrior, milk it—” Danior’s expression twisted as Aydon’s had a moment before.

  Amid twin warrior roars, ribbons of Danior’s hot cream sprayed the back of her throat while Aydon’s searing seed anointed her well-fucked cunt.

  Jia-Nian drank deeply of Danior, licking the last of his cream from his cock as his warm, softening flesh left her mouth. She braced herself against a quaking shudder as molten swirls uncoiled deep in her belly. Crying out their names, her body stiffened. Her men held her in their arms as her spine prickled and her womb pulsed hard with bolt after bolt of orgasmic bliss.

  By gods, this experience, this heavenly, magnificent feeling, was beyond compare. She wrapped her arms around her beloved guardians as they lingered lazily by the fire, the forest’s night air redolent with the musky scent of their sex.

  “We haven’t yet eaten,” Danior said sometime later, clutching his growling belly. “If we are to spend the night fucking and tomorrow in motion, ready for action, we need sustenance.” He leapt to his feet. “Keep the fire strong, Aydon. I’ll return soon.”

  Jia-Nian watched Danior slip into his breeches and pad into the woods. “Danior loves you,” she said as Aydon stoked the fire, adding more branches.

  Aydon nodded. “He would fight to the death to protect me, as I would him. He is good and honorable and undeserving of his pitiless destiny.”

  “How long had you known him before Shivrane wielded her magic?”

  “All our lives. Our fathers rode together as guardians and our families lived nearby, sharing often in repast. Danior and I were sent away for guardian training on the same day.” Aydon uttered a soft laugh. “Never will I forget our mothers’ wailing as they smothered us with hugs and warned us to take heed of danger at all times.”

  “Did you and Danior always ride together?”

  Aydon’s jaw muscle clenched and unclenched as he stared into the fire. A long moment passed before he answered. “Yes, along with his father and mine, who were both killed in battle.”

  Jia-Nian touched his arm. “I’m so sorry, Aydon.”

  He turned away from the flames and gazed into Jia-Nian’s eyes. “As long as there is breath in me, Danior and I will always ride together.”

  Jia-Nian found herself yearning to pledge that as long as she breathed she too would remain at their sides. She could think of nothing more rewarding than to spend her days—and nights—with her beloved guardians. But she remembered their words when they told her she belonged to them…only until they arrived in Zalvanus.

  The journey couldn’t take long enough to suit her.

  It wasn’t long before Danior emerged from the depths of the forest, a long, lean hare dangling from his grasp.

  “However did you manage to bag a swift hare in the dead of night?” Jia-Nian asked.

  “He’s developed into quite the hunter since becoming a shapeshifter,” Aydon said, amusement in his voice.

  “I tire of munching hay and shrubbery by day,” Danior explained. “At night I can’t wait to tear into roasted animal flesh.”

  The cooked hare rendered a meager amount of meat, but enough to curb the gnawing at their bellies. An accompaniment of salt-cured olives and dried berries that Jia-Nian carried in her satchels provided additional satisfaction to their hunger.

  “What I wouldn’t give for a jug of wine,” Aydon said. “And a hunk of good cheese with millet cakes.”

  “Or a stew of goat meat and lentils with great cups of barley ale,” Danior added. “Perhaps when we arrive at the next village the good people will share their victuals with us.”

  “Guardians of Zalvanus have earned respect and a worthy reputation far and wide,” Jia-Nian said. “I have no doubt the villagers will be pleased to supply you with foodstuffs and replenish your wine pouches.”

  “I miss the sticky sweetness of dates and the lushness of fresh figs,” Danior said. “I used to miss honey too…” His gaze locked on Jia-Nian. “Until tonight. What about you, Aydon?”

  Now both men eyed her, warming Jia-Nian more than the fire’s glow.

  “Her juices greatly satisfy my cravings,” Aydon answered.

  “I’ve been remiss,” Danior said, reaching for Jia-Nian’s pouch of olive oil. “Present your buttocks to me, little warrior. We have preparations to make.”

  Jia-Nian reclined on her belly and Danior slapped her ass. “Not like that. Up on your knees, backside up, tits down, thighs spread.”

  She assumed the position quickly, eager for Danior’s ministrations. “Is this all right?”

  Having poured oil on his fingers, Danior glided them through her crease, traversing from top to bottom and then circling her tight hole.

  Her eyes flew wide as his finger probed the small tight ring of muscle.

  “Yes, this will do just fine.” He grasped one cheek firmly and she soon felt his touch at her cunt opening. “I can ready your tight rear passage at the same time I fuck your juicy
cunt.” His cock hammered hard into Jia-Nian at the same time his finger shot into her dark passage. She screamed out his name, loving the sense of fullness, appreciating the insistent fucking.

  “Slow and languorous indeed,” Aydon quipped.

  A husky chuckle rose up from Danior’s chest. “I learned from watching you pummel Jia-Nian earlier,” he said. “It seems to me our little warrior prefers it full, hard and fast.” His thrusting actions matched his words.

  Aydon kneeled before her. “Lift your head, Jia-Nian. Your position may be fine for Danior’s purposes, but you’re too low to swallow my cock.”

  Supporting herself on her elbows, Jia-Nian opened her mouth to speak, only to find it amply filled by Aydon’s eager cock. As with Danior, Aydon’s sizeable appendage was more than she could take comfortably in her mouth.

  Aydon worked her nipples brusquely, abrading the needy, aching buds with his rough fingers. Each pull of her sensitive flesh blazed a fiery path straight to her clit and deep inside her cunt, where Danior’s thick cock toiled.

  Her tongue familiarized itself with Aydon’s silk-smooth shaft as her cheeks sucked him. Moaning around a bursting mouthful of man, she savored his unique flavor. Drawing back until his cock had almost popped free, Jia-Nian paid homage to the plump cock head, nudging her tongue into the tiny slit at the crown.

  “Yes…just like that, sweet one,” Aydon crooned. His groans and gasps increased her hunger, her need to give him pleasure.

  Danior’s finger wiggled in her hole while his cock established a rhythmic pace in her cunt. If being filled this way gave her such immense pleasure, she could only imagine the darkly erotic sensation of full double penetration.

  “You enjoy having Aydon and me fuck you, don’t you, Jia-Nian?” Danior asked. She moaned a pleasured response. “Yes, I thought so. Your body adapts to sex like a bird adapts to flight.” He removed his finger from her hole as well as his cock from her cunt.