Virile

by Virile (Evernight)

  “What’s wrong?” he murmured against her hair.

  “Just thinking about the dream.”

  “We want to hear about it, my love. Thorn will help you recount it so it doesn’t sit in your head. Sharing with us will cause it to ebb.” Or make it more and more real, she thought but said nothing.

  Taking up her hairbrush, Orion once again played lady’s maid, dealing with her hair with his usual aplomb, complimenting her on its thickness and especially the color. Adara didn’t think she’d heard so many ways to describe red hair. Cenna must have been blond in her youth to judge by the very faint strands among the predominantly grey color—and Ronnie had black hair. Maybe there weren’t a lot of redheads on Virile.

  Thorn emerged from the shower and the brothers remarked on a few things they needed to address with one of the machines used in the harvest and an issue with the pay system. The latter piqued her interest for a moment before she pushed it down. She wasn’t here for that, and they wouldn’t believe her capable.

  “If you’re ready, Adara.” She supposed he could afford the courtesy. If she wasn’t ready then he’d take her with him anyhow.

  As she accompanied them to the kitchen she realized there had been no mention of the morning’s events. Well, she wasn’t raising them. Resorting to the superficial once again, she blanked her thoughts. Dinner. Naked dinner but at least she was getting fed.

  “How are you, Mistress?” Cenna spoke from the direction of the cooker, and Adara chanced a glance. The other woman was smiling, giving her a level look.

  “Fine, thank you.”

  “Did you sleep?”

  “Yes, thank you.” Thorn stiffened beside her. What had she done? Had she somehow offended? His next words were a relief.

  “Adara had a dream that she shared with me. When we came to release her, she was frantic, screaming with terror.”

  Screaming with pain. Emotional agony. But it made no real difference.

  Instantly, Cenna was at her side, a cool, rough hand at her forehead. “You don’t have a fever, Mistress. But are you sure you’re all right?”

  “I’m fine.” Adara tried a smile, and it appeared to work because Cenna backed off.

  “Good. Now please sit in. The meal is ready.”

  All she had to do was sit on Thorn’s lap and eat what he chose for her, drink what he offered. She drifted between bites and swallows and processed the massive erection against her buttocks and the soothing strokes afforded by both twins who used every opportunity to touch her. They weren’t lewd about it, but she felt the heat behind them. Cenna teased all of the brothers about some of their antics in childhood, but Adara concentrated on the physical sensations. Submitting didn’t mean getting to know them any better insofar as their histories went. Not having to make any choices felt foreign, but she could admit to a strange sense of freedom.

  ****

  “We are retiring early tonight, Cenna.”

  “Your security?” Cenna asked the question with apparent carelessness, yet Adara thought it was a strange thing to ask, seeing as the other woman must know this house well, but it really wasn’t any of her concern.

  “The perimeter alarms have been changed and improved,” Thorn advised. “All three of us will be with Adara tonight, however, so I’ll set a proximity alarm too. Don’t move about without disarming each section.”

  “Agreed.”

  “But first I wish Adara to share her dream.”

  As Kellis suggested, repeating it shared the experience and it didn’t hold such sway, although the emotional pain at the end still resonated, enough to make her quake. Thorn immediately rubbed her back and quelled her fear. They all asked specific questions, and she remembered more details.

  “Few dream of the red cliffs,” Cenna commented. “The cliffs are said to be hidden in the desert, Mistress, appearing once a millennia, and there are tales of them holding treasure. Although I’ve never heard of a black figure among them.”

  “I suspect that figure is part and parcel of Adara’s mind,” Thorn replied. “Certainly she feels the loss of her friends and family.”

  And my place in the family business, Adara thought, although she wasn’t thinking about it as much, probably because she had just over three more weeks to concentrate on here and couldn’t allow any distractions. Her place there at least was known—a given—and no one could take it from her.

  “But the red cliffs crumbled and enveloped her—a good portent.” Cenna sounded upbeat.

  “Adara, do you understand about being broken and rebuilding?” Orion tucked a finger under her chin and lifted her face.

  “No.”

  “Lies, little one,” Thorn reminded her, and her buttocks, still tender from the morning, flinched in sympathy.

  Holding Orion’s eyes was difficult but his grip on her chin didn’t waver. She drew from his calm resolve. “You have forced me to give in, to submit, and I was warned not to go back to the old Adara.”

  “Oh, my sweet. We so value your submission but we love the old Adara too. Never lose your spirit. One can have spirit and be respectful and obedient. You were warned not to lose sight of your place.”

  Her eyes closed but remained wide open. She couldn’t let him read her thoughts or he’d hit her some more. They all would. Her place. Owned and at their feet—and at their mercy.

  “Adara.” Thorn’s tone brooked no argument. She desperately tried to respond.

  “I know my place.”

  Cenna slipped out of the room. Adara felt her go and for a moment longed to have another woman there to support her. Like she could count on Cenna who’d told her to trust these men with herself.

  “You don’t know your place yet, Adara, but you will.” Kellis joined with Orion to ally with Thorn. Outnumbered always.

  “Go to your room and use the facilities. There is a package on the sink. Use it then get into bed. We will be there shortly.”

  Thorn eased her off his lap, and she plodded away and down the hall to the big bedroom. Her room. What a laugh. But she knew her place even if they didn’t believe her. The package on the sink challenged her new mindset, but she used the anal douche as clinically as possible. Everyone, including Cenna, knew what was coming down that night. And while they were concerned about security for some reason, she should be worried about the anal sex part of this—except she’d been prepared for it for days now and wanted to get it over with. That sick, twisted aroused feeling had nothing to do with anticipation.

  Slipping beneath the sheets, she positioned herself in the middle of the bed and really tried not to think about anything of moment. Her sex betrayed her though, wet with arousal. What would it be like with one of them in her pussy and one in her ass? It had to hurt. And who was going where? Choices. She didn’t need to make any. They would make them for her.

  The room suddenly filled with three large men and Kellis climbed in beside her, nude and wonderfully erect. She had no difficulty in recalling the intense orgasm he’d given her, just by thrusting inside her vagina. He nuzzled her neck and kissed his way down to her nipples, pulling the sheet aside to bare them. The nipples instantly beaded before his nipping teeth and twisting fingers.

  “We’ll pierce these, my love,” he muttered as his tongue lashed the tender bud. “Orion will buy you jewelry and chains, and we’ll hang you from them.”

  “That will be just one of the points of contact,” Orion soothed as he tugged the sheet from her lower half and knelt between her legs, keeping them spread with his knees. “Your arms will also be aloft, your wrists chained and tied. You’ll be on your toes as we do interesting things to your naked body. And if you flinch from us those sweet orbs will sting with pain. It will feel so good.”

  He parted her folds, and she felt him suck her clit between his teeth and apply pressure. “Mayhap we’ll pierce you above here, and all along here,” he nibbled along her slit. “And another chain will force you to be steady while we do this.”

  An enormous this press
ed into her opening until she opened her mouth to scream a protest. Orion pulled it out, then pushed back in. “You need a little stretching, my sweet. You will be packed so full in a short time.”

  Fucking her with the toy, he teased her clit with teeth and tongue, alternately sucking it. Kellis rose to his knees to better access her opposite breast. She really didn’t want to be pierced, although piercings would close shut once she got back home, but she couldn’t spend time thinking about that. She wanted to come.

  “Please, Orion.”

  Chuckling against the tender undersides of her breast, Kellis reverted to his dirty talk. “Are you begging my brother to let you come, my love? Can you feel the big phallus stretching your pink sheath as he licks that sweet pearl? That’s my favorite toy you know. Well, one of them. I have another to show you in time.”

  The combination of Orion’s actions and Kellis’s play by play made her pant. She wanted to see, no feel, Kellis’s other toys. But right now she wanted to come. Submitting to pleasure was easy.

  Over and over, Orion brought her to the brink, only to let her fall back. She begged and pleaded but didn’t demand. It took great willpower and continual reminding herself of her lessons, but she did it. It was like there were two Adaras in her head.

  When Kellis teased her nipples into sharp points and clamped them with nasty little circlets studded with teeth, she screamed and nearly went over as the pain took a path directly to her engorged clit. She squirmed restlessly and sought patience.

  “Turn her over.” Thorn’s voice distracted from the ever rising arousal and hearing it brought worry. She hadn’t looked at either of the twins since they’d joined her in bed. They hadn’t demanded it so she avoided them. There was no need for real intimacy. But Thorn might insist on it.

  Orion leaned back and folded one of her legs up and put a hand on her hip. Kellis lifted his mouth from the torment of her clamped nipples and slipped a hand under her shoulder. Like the well-matched team they were, the twins flipped her onto her belly, the clamps dragging against the sheet and making her whimper. The bite of pain replaced the worry, and she felt her hips being grasped and lifted. Her chest slid forward as her head dropped and she was up on her knees. A warm, hard hand pressed down on her spine.

  “Relax, agapi mou. Walk your knees apart.”

  Doing as he asked, she felt the dildo tugged out and pressed in deeper. In and out. Cool moisture dribbled on her anus, and a finger rubbed the puckered opening. As it advanced the toy was pulled out a little ways from her vagina. More lube, another finger. The rhythm was sexually hypnotic, and she found herself pushing back on those fingers. It burned a little but nothing she couldn’t manage, even when the fingers scissored and stretched her. She felt incredibly full.

  “Orion.” Thorn was directing this show.

  Orion stretched out beside her, stroking his cock. It was right at her eye level, her cheek mashed into the mattress. His moisture anointed the crown, tiny beads pulsing from the slit, and the slickness coated his shaft with every stroke. The dildo was pulled with excruciating slowness from her pussy, the liquid squelching sound making more pre-cum ooze from Orion’s cock.

  “Climb on,” he invited, and the fingers in her ass urged her in his direction. She lifted her head and knee walked sideways, feeling awkward yet amazingly turned on. As she swung a leg over him, those infernal fingers pushed deeper, the palm of Thorn’s hand against her buttocks and she remembered how hard he’d smacked her. Focusing on positioning herself, and guided by Thorn, she lowered her sweltering cunt over Orion’s pulsating cock. Stretched by the toy, her sheath gave little resistance and he was fully seated, the mouth of her womb kissing the flared head. Thorn gently withdrew his fingers and the sense of being overfull subsided. Orion stroked her thighs and buttocks, and she experimentally clenched.

  “Uh, uh, my sweet.” Orion patted her ass. “You just sit there and wait a moment. We’ll give you something to do.”

  Kellis knelt beside Orion’s shoulder, erection slapping at his belly, leaving clear evidence of the wetness of his arousal. “Lean forward and suck me, Adara.”

  Balancing her weight with a hand on Orion’s pectoral, and the other on Kellis’s hip, Adara wet her lips and placed them around the cockhead. He tasted of salt and male, of Kellis, slightly different from his twin. She had yet to taste Thorn and decided not to speculate on his taste. Suddenly ravenous she took Kellis deep into the cavern of her mouth, nearly to the back of her throat, lashing the sensitive underside of this shaft with her tongue. When she found that little notch, she worried at it and was rewarded with his intense groan.

  Fingers worked their way into her hair as he took over the fucking. Any efforts she made to contribute seemed null and void, so she did her best to keep her mouth tight around him. Orion’s rod felt larger in her pussy as he watched his brother face fuck her and when he tugged on the clamps she gasped and moaned. Kellis pushed down her throat and came, nearly drowning her with his seed. He pulled out immediately and stroked her throat with one rough hand as she swallowed frantically and gasped for air.

  “My love, you have the best mouth.” He continued to stroke her throat and dipped his head to kiss her hair. He then tugged her head back and looked deeply into her eyes. “I count my blessings every day with you, Adara. I love you.”

  Blinking, she tried to nod and smile. His eyes narrowed a trifle as he continued to look at her searchingly and then released her to stand and tug a chair over to the bed side. He dropped into it, sated cock draped over his abdomen.

  “It won’t stay quiet for long, my love,” he promised, giving it a tug.

  Orion rubbed her thighs again then took hold of her arms to pull her down against his chest. “I nearly came watching you with Kellis, my sweet. But I’m determined to wait. And Kellis will last twice as long the next time.”

  Next time? How many times—the press of Thorn’s heated body cut off her question. She was aroused and dripping with anticipation, but as her buttocks were parted she panicked a little.

  “Shhh. Relax against me, Adara. You are stretched and ready for us both. Relax.”

  Lips pressed against the back of her right shoulder at the same time as the head of Thorn’s cock worked between the cheeks of her ass and pushed into her bottom hole. Big. Bigger than the last plug, and she was so full of Orion. Her heartbeat picked up, and she started to sweat. She felt herself go rigid.

  Kellis leaned over the bed. His soft hair brushed her side, right above where Orion’s arms held her tightly to him. He relaxed his hold a little and Kellis slid his hand between them and found her clit. It was a tight squeeze, but he rubbed the little nubbin as Thorn pushed in deeper. With every advance he waited for her to adjust and Kellis rubbed her clit to distract her. It was still too much and she screwed her eyes shut.

  “Look at me, my sweet. Now.” Orion fisted a handful of hair and tilted her head.

  Somehow she opened her eyes wide and looked at him. The stormy blue of passion glazed with tenderness as he sought to reassure her—and Thorn pushed all the way in. Holy gods. They would wrench her apart. Kellis withdrew his hand and an orchestrated dance of passion began. Thorn gripped her hips so hard she knew she would bruise—and pulled her nearly off of Orion. As she dropped back down to take his cock again, Thorn withdrew, all those untried nerve endings in her back channel dragging to life.

  Orion began to buck his hips in time to take her deeper and ease Thorn’s efforts. Tossed upon their raging lust she could only feel, and the pure sensations ran together until she couldn’t tell them apart. She was stretched to breaking, spiraling into insanity and a massive orgasm overtook what sense she had left to knock her defenseless. She clamped down, powerless to control her response, and Thorn bellowed behind her, shuddering in his release. She slumped, a puppet with cut strings, and fought for air. Orion panted beneath her—somehow still hard—buried deep inside.

  Pulling out, Thorn again pressed kisses on her shoulder and dropped them down he
r spine. He murmured against her skin, but the roaring in her ears made her momentarily deaf to his endearments.

  “Okay, my sweet?” Orion spoke into the damp hair at her temple. She couldn’t find the breath to answer him.

  A hand cupped one buttock and she felt the press of another cock. Kellis.

  “I can’t,” she whimpered.

  “You can, my love. You were meant for us.”

  Stretched by Thorn, her back channel accepted Kellis with less difficulty but being overfilled once again pushed her hard.

  “Just feel, Adara. Let us take you away on this pleasure.” Thorn spoke from the chair. “Watching you take us so completely is our dream. And our wish.”

  Unlike before, Orion fucked her with little regard to a rhythm with Kellis. She rode the flex and thrust of his cock with Kellis holding her steady for his brother’s upward stabs and wild gyrations in such tight quarters, his own cock like a pole up her backside.

  “I can feel him, Adara. I can feel my twin buried deep in your sweet ass,” he gritted. “You bring us closer together than in the womb. Love you, Adara. We are blessed.”

  The second orgasm flowed up from the soles of her feet, inexorable in its advance and the fluttering in her sheath pulled Orion’s release forth as he went solid, his face a mask of pleasure. She watched his features soften through barely slitted lids, her heart thundering against the walls of her chest.

  Kellis rolled and took her with him, pulling her from Orion’s shaft, semen and her own juices flooding to coat them both. She rested, splayed wide on Kellis, anchored in place by the cock in her ass thinking she might die from coming, when the man wielding that cock swung his feet over the side of the mattress to sit up.

  The change in position brought tears to her eyes, as his cock forced deeper. He wrapped his long legs around hers and spread her wider, engulfing her waist with his arms to hold hers immobile. Thorn advanced to put a knee down for balance, already engorged and ready to penetrate her. Knowing a protest wouldn’t matter, she watched as he set the wide head of his cock between her legs and shoved inside, entry facilitated by how wet she was. Still, her lungs emptied with a whoosh of air as they took her. Thorn fucked slowly and steadily, forcing her back onto Kellis who groaned in her ear as she involuntarily moved on him in response to Thorn’s demands.