Jia-Nian sighed. A moment later her eyes flew wide at the feel of Danior’s tongue ringing her tight pucker.
“She’s ready, Aydon,” he said a moment later. “Our woman can take us both.”
Aydon withdrew his cock from her mouth and Jia-Nian sighed in disappointment.
“Up,” Aydon said, bracing her under her arms as he lifted her to her feet.
“You in front, me in back,” Danior said. “That tree looks more than sturdy enough.”
In a blur of motion, Jia-Nian was dragged to the other side of the small clearing. Danior took more oil and greased his cock, then wiped the remainder off in her crease. Widening his stance, he leaned back against the tree and smiled.
“Come to me, Jia-Nian. Let me fill you your hot, tight ass until my balls meet the flesh of your plump cheeks.”
He crooked his fingers in invitation.
And Jia-Nian accepted.
Chapter Six
“That’s it, Jia-Nian. Just relax and lean against me,” Danior coaxed, skimming his hands over her silken flesh. Her gently muscled arms were those of a woman not unfamiliar with physical tasks and swordplay. Her full hips were ripe, the curls of her little bush soft and dewy. She embodied all that was womanly and desirable.
It was taxing for him to be gentle or patient when what Danior wanted was to slam into this earthy goddess repeatedly, fucking her hard and fast until she fell in a heap of pleasured exhaustion at his feet.
Impatience hadn’t always been his manner. The change in behavior came about with Shivrane’s wickedness. Along with the burden of shapeshifting, Danior was saddled by a pervasive sense of urgency…desperation.
The days were long as he galloped free on four powerful legs. But the nights were short with the scarce hours allotted him as a man. Through necessity he’d learned to make the most of it. To wring every last drop from life that he could each night, save for the few hours of sleep he required.
Now as Jia-Nian’s pliant flesh rested against him, Danior pondered on the exquisite feel of her. Her full, rounded ass was every bit as appealing as that of the goddess Ivarus’ moon that restored human life to him each night. Filling the center of Jia-Nian’s own moon with his cock would only heighten his awareness of life, of that Danior was certain.
Cupping her breasts from behind, he marveled at the smooth, puffy nipples pebbling, beading, coming to life at the touch of his fingers. With a moan sweet as a cluster of dates, Jia-Nian squirmed against him, gliding her fingers from his thighs to his groin.
He closed his eyes in silent prayer.
Great Ko’Loran, give me the patience I need to treat this woman as she deserves. Grant me the endurance to take it as slow as she needs, to satisfy her completely. Let me remember that I am indeed human, at least for these few short precious hours.
Lifting Jia-Nian by the waist, Danior positioned his oiled cock at her opening. With all the care he could assemble, he eased himself with agonizing slowness into her tight passage.
The snug fit of her hole gripped his cock, clenching, constricting until he thought sure he’d spew his seed before even infiltrating her half the way. If that weren’t enough, Jia-Nian’s prolonged moan and beseeching sigh nearly had him trembling.
“Her expression is one of wondrous rapture,” Aydon said. “Gods, Danior, our Jia-Nian is such a beauty. Her cheeks are flushed as pink as her nipples and her eyes darken with passion as your cock pierces her.”
“The pleasure nearly makes me sob,” Jia-Nian said. “You feel so good, Danior. So right inside me.”
Danior let loose a mighty groan. “Your hole is so tight I may well expire from pleasure before this night is over.” He struggled, doing his best to control the overwhelming urge to discharge hot strands of cream into her stretched hole. He continued to hold Jia-Nian by the waist as his cock filled her by small increments.
She sagged against Danior, moaning, his name a pleading whisper on her lips. His cock nearly exploded at the needy, breathy sound.
Patience…patience, he reminded himself. Savor this sweet, all too brief moment of life. Live it to its fullest.
Bending his knees behind hers, Danior supported Jia-Nian, slipping his cock further into her depths, her enthralled little gasps spurring him on.
He’d envisioned this very moment as he spoke to Jia-Nian just before the break of day. She’d stood there before him, fresh from sleep, lickable as honey and full of concern for his welfare. It was all he could do to keep from plundering her sweet-
talking mouth with his tongue while savagely tearing off her garment and impaling her on his cock.
He feared he might have done just that if Ko’Loran hadn’t interrupted with the sun’s first rays. Instead, Danior watched her comfort him as he shifted, stroking his hair, then his stallion’s mane. The abject pity in her gaze almost killed him.
A whimper and subtle shift in Jia-Nian’s position returned Danior’s attention to the moment. This sweet moment of overriding bliss.
He snaked one hand down her belly, nestling his fingers at the moist notch between her thighs. Slipping inside her slit, he found her sweet spot and glided his fingertip across the swollen bud. Her shuddering response and the surge of her juice dragged a groan from his chest.
Jia-Nian turned her head, dipping it back and looking up into Danior’s eyes. Before the slow erotic glide of her tongue had fully journeyed across her half-parted lips, he bent to capture her mouth in a crushing kiss. The taste of his little warrior was wild and heady as he swallowed her cries of delight.
Reluctantly, Danior ended the kiss. He could have kissed her like that, drinking the carnal bliss she offered, until he happily drowned in the cavern of her mouth.
“Are you ready for Aydon?” he whispered into the ear of the lovely maiden gloving his cock.
She nodded, her generous lips wet from their kiss, her eyes dark with passion. “Ready for his cock and for the full measure of elation that I know will follow,” she said.
Dragging his gaze from her sweet face, Danior shifted his attention to Aydon. “She’s prepared. Together we’ll hold her while you penetrate her cunt.”
“Yes…come to me now, Aydon. Fill me to overflowing. Make me sob with the bursting pleasure of being impaled on two engorged cocks.”
Aydon took the few steps to close the distance between them. Danior watched his brother guardian stand firm, Aydon’s expression solemn and intense as he studied the lush creature impaled before him on Danior’s cock.
With a languorous swoop of his tongue, Aydon licked Jia-Nian from her throat to her temple before settling on her mouth and kissing her with deliberate carnal intent.
He skimmed his hands over her face, over her breasts and belly. After sliding his hand between her legs Aydon said, “Mmm, yes…you’re ready. Your smell is tangy with sex. Hot cream pools at your slickened folds.” He painted his chest with her juice, then bent to position himself, slowly guiding his cock into Jia-Nian’s cunt.
She shuddered between them, her hushed moans and surprised gasps like sweet music to Danior’s ears.
“I’m seated,” Aydon said, straightening his knees. “Fully bathed to my balls in her warm liquid arousal.”
He and Danior stood erect, supporting Jia-Nian by the strength of their cocks as her feet dangled above the forest floor. The weight and slight size of the little warrior’s body was just right to complement his and Aydon’s bulk.
“Oh…this is too much,” she said with a muffled cry, her head rolling from left to right against Danior’s chest. “I can’t…I can barely…”
“Are you hurting?” Danior asked, unable to resist tonguing the delicate shell of her ear, nibbling at the soft lobe. Her panting rendered him incapable of keeping from flexing his cock in her tight depths while awaiting her reply.
“How can I respond to your question and not sound as if I’d lost my mind?” Jia-Nian answered. “The length and width of you both astonishes. It is like the deepest pain, mingled with the utmost ecs
tasy. It feels so good to be taken like this, to experience thick pulsing hardness in each hole.”
“Open your eyes and look into mine,” Aydon said. “Danior and I want you fully aware as we pleasure you.”
A bubble of ecstatic laughter escaped Jia-Nian’s lips. “Believe me, Aydon, I have never been so fully aware in all my born days! I am shaken by excitement, alerted by the moisture oozing from my cock-filled sex, wholly aware of the wild thrill filling my dark passage.”
Growling, Aydon slipped partially out, slamming back into her high and hard. Jia-Nian wrapped her arms around Aydon’s neck and moaned. He thrust three times more as he and Danior supported her. Each of Aydon’s vigorous plunges had her bouncing and increasing the pressure to Danior’s cock.
“Gods how I love this rough, untamed ride,” she cried, and Danior felt in tune with her every vibration as Jia-Nian shivered with joy.
Once Aydon had stopped, but before Jia-Nian’s ecstatic cries had subsided, Danior slipped his cock from her ass about halfway, then fucked her hole until every muscle in his groin burned with the need for release. Each mewling whimper, every sob that burst from her throat was like an elixir heightening his desire, driving him closer to completion.
“What magic is it that you weave, Jia-Nian?” Aydon asked as the same question trekked across Danior’s mind. “The more we fuck, the more unquenchable my lust.” Aydon flexed his hips, grinding himself hard against her as he took her mouth in a kiss. Jia-Nian quivered and moaned in response.
“Gods, I felt that pressure clear to my balls,” Danior said, plastered hard against the tree and fighting to maintain control under the mounting waves of pleasure.
And yet…something was amiss…
A threesome sex scenario certainly wasn’t new or unusual for him or Aydon. They’d shared and enjoyed more than their fair share of willing, enthusiastic females over the years. Their cocks had thrust into wide, cavernous, oft used cunts. Juicy taut cunts. And even some old, dry as the desert cunts.
They’d licked and nibbled on tits big, round and bountiful. Tits as small and sweet as figs. Tits stretched, worn and long milked out.
With hungry cunts and ready asses, women of all ages and stations made themselves gladly available to the duo, impatient to partake in fucking a muscled pair of legendary guardians.
Sinking his cock into a woman’s depths had always been amusing enough entertainment. Danior would enjoy the hell out of the lusty wench until he was thoroughly spent and then send her on her way with a brisk clap to the ass or perhaps a bit of compensation for her purse. He couldn’t remember a time when beautiful faces and lush bodies hadn’t been plentiful and his for the taking. And take he did. Hungrily.
But never, not with a single one of those women—whose faces he could barely recall—had it been the way it was now with Jia-Nian. Never had Danior found his emotions tangling with his head as he went about the jovial mission of fucking. The only time emotion came into play was on the battlefield where hate, fear, anger, glory and vengeance intermingled with fierce intensity.
Jia-Nian moaned, the sound traversing through her body and into his. Danior smoothed his hand over her pulsing throat, her berry-tipped breasts, her soft belly. Yes, as he felt this amazing woman in his arms, heard her sweet mewlings, focused on how her hole cradled his cock, he had no doubt something was indeed amiss.
“It’s never been like this before, has it Aydon?” Danior asked.
“Never,” Aydon responded without hesitation. “Never…”
Danior wondered if they shared the same thoughts regarding Jia-Nian at that particular moment. He wondered if Aydon was thinking about how she’d brightened their lives with her sweet smile, her flashing eyes, her soft, willing body. How she made them laugh and nearly forget the day’s blood-soaked battles. How she treated them tenderly as she tended their wounds, kissing their aches away.
How she, damned stubborn woman, battled Pushgans at their side with swift sword and brave heart.
No, Danior thought. Aydon was much too disciplined. He had far more control and greater sense than Danior when it came to women. Aydon would never allow himself to fall—
Danior sucked in a gasp.
“What is it?” Aydon asked.
“Nothing,” Danior lied. “Just the damned deep pleasure of it all.”
In truth, the realization hit Danior with more intensity than his forced shift from man into stallion each morning.
He’d fallen in love with Jia-Nian.
“Oh, Danior…Aydon…” Jia-Nian cried, her body bucking, her anus squeezing Danior with exquisite demand. Reaching back with one hand to clutch Danior’s thigh and grasping Aydon’s chest with the other, she cooed, “My two beloved guardians.”
The aching tingle and tightening in Danior’s balls was immediate at her soft, sweet words. His body stiffened and he became aware that Aydon was similarly affected.
“Damn impatient cock,” Aydon said, his voice gritty. “It won’t listen to reason. My gush of seed comes quickly.”
“Mine is no better,” Danior agreed, his spirit ascending to the realm between worlds, prepared to experience the mounting rush of absolute euphoria.
“Yes, yes…singe me with your twin streams of nectar,” Jia-Nian said, her body taking on a slow, persistent tremble.
Before losing the power of speech, Danior ground out, “Press her into me, Aydon. We need to support her as our bodies shudder with climax.”
Aydon did just that. The added pressure to Danior’s cock inside Jia-Nian’s scorching hot channel shredded the last threads of his control. Though his thoughts were already well on their way to escaping his body, Danior dimly heard both Aydon and Jia-Nian cry out, their bodies heaving, trembling in the throes of untold rapture.
Their conjoined orgasm was potent. Deep and jarring. It lasted far longer than any he’d remembered in the past. The soul-deep level of satisfaction, the incalculable pleasure and the luscious feel of the woman he loved leaning hot, spent and sweaty against him, swelled in Danior’s chest.
As their final shudders of satisfaction subsided, in union the threesome sank to the forest floor in a heap, huddling together, unable to move much more than a little finger. Heartbeat atop heartbeat, cocks still buried, they stayed that way for a long while.
Long enough for the swell of gladness in Danior’s chest to wither and make room for the crash of despair, the familiar pull of melancholy.
After all, what could Danior possibly offer a lively woman like Jia-Nian? He could imagine their life together in a village where she spent her mundane days gathering hay for his morning meal, picking burrs from his coat after a ride through the forest, removing a thorn from his hoof…
An existence where the scent of her womanly musk ate at his stallion brain like molten lava.
A life where she was completely without his protection by day should danger arise. That, more than anything, shook him to the core.
No, the few short hours of manly companionship, of the erotic love of a man for a woman, of the conversation Danior could provide each night, would never be enough. Jia-Nian deserved so much more than merely half a man.
It was best he keep his foolish notions of love to himself. Danior could bear neither Jia-Nian’s pity, nor Aydon’s scoffing at his heart’s dilemma.
He would enjoy the delicious little wench along their journey to Zalvanus. But once there, he would part ways with her. No matter the crushing weight in his chest at the devastating thought.
Lazily collapsed over Jia-Nian, Aydon shifted his weight so as not to crush her. The erotic experience they’d just shared was not what he’d expected. Not like all the rest.
It was excruciating.
As he felt his cock slipping from the hot confines of her cunt, he struggled to maintain the connection to the last possible second. Separating from her wet flesh brought a strange, lonely sensation that he felt someplace deep in his center.
Nothing could be more unlike him after fucking a wench.<
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While he pummeled Jia-Nian, her breasts pressing close to his chest, her velvety belly mashed against him, Aydon was struck by a host of outlandish thoughts clawing at his mind.
Thoughts of Jia-Nian at his side, cooking his meals, birthing his babes. Erasing the horrors of battle that dwelled in his brain with a single kiss from her sweet lips. The spirited, willful Jia-Nian exchanging barbs with him. The luscious, succulent Jia-Nian warming his bed. Always. Forever.
Dizzied by the unexpected rush of images and invasive thoughts, Aydon groaned and rolled full onto his back. Staring at the deep purple night, he watched the stars twinkle and Ivarus’ silvery pearl moon glow.
A quick glance Jia-Nian’s way was a mistake, for Aydon’s gaze became fixed on the moonlight shimmering in her hair and illuminating half of her beautiful face. Thankfully, her eyes were closed. If they were open, they’d draw him in and he’d likely drown in their inviting depths.
Mystification shrouded his soul. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Damn it all to hell, he was a Guardian of Zalvanus! There was no room in his life for a wife or babes. He had no business entertaining such foolish, love struck thoughts. As a guardian he’d been trained to be disciplined, to never allowed feelings or family to get in the way of duty.
Aydon sighed. He was a damn poor excuse for a guardian.
By some cruel accident of fate he’d fallen in love with Jia-Nian.
Imagining Danior’s mocking reaction almost made Aydon laugh. How many times had Aydon lectured the charming head-turner to keep his affairs with his wenches carefree and detached? If Danior had any inkling that Aydon had stumbled blindly into love, like a drunkard falling face-first into the mud, Aydon would be plagued by Danior’s jeers and scoffing forevermore.
With another glance at Jia-Nian, he steeled himself. The sooner they reached Zalvanus the better. He needed to be free of her, to escape from the temptation, the too-sweet notion of spending an eternity in her arms.
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