Two Wolves and a Candy Seller [Werewolf Castle 1]

by Cara Adams

  Damask watched closely as they removed their underwear. One thing she had remembered from yesterday was that Grigori had been wearing a bright yellow pair of boxers and Jairus had worn black briefs. It seemed that those undergarments were their preference. Grigori was once again in boxers, this time a burgundy pair, and Jairus in briefs. Black ones again.

  With no warning at all, Grigori caught her into his arms, flipped her onto her front, and gripped her wrists in his. “I believe you were begging for a spanking earlier.”

  “Not begging precisely,” she replied. But her breath caught in her throat and she flattened herself onto the bed waiting for a hand to land on her ass. Instead there was a gentle stroking down her spine and across her ass cheeks. Again Jairus stroked her skin, almost as one would pet a cat. She turned her head to the side to look at Grigori, but his face was hidden from her. All she could see were his shoulders and arms, pushing her hands above her head.

  Then a spank landed on her ass. It was hard and sharp, very different from Jairus’s previous touch. A second time he spanked her, and again. The third stroke hurt, yet it was arousing as well. Her pussy was producing cream even as her mind was complaining. So that’s the attraction. The hurt is enticing. It makes me want more.

  Grigori shifted his body, leaning across her shoulders and holding her wrists together now, both of them in one of his big hands. Then he spanked one ass cheek as Jairus punished the other. Her eyebrows rose at the different touches. Grigori’s hand was bigger, his touch flatter, firmer. Yet there was a hint of sting in Jairus’s spanking. Damask knew she’d always be able to tell which of them was touching her, and that was quite surprising since she hadn’t known them very long.

  Grigori began stroking her lower back, teasing her spine, running a broad fingertip up and down her body.

  Jairus’s finger was on her anus. Automatically she opened her legs and pushed her ass up into his touch. She knew very little about anal sex, but she did know she was ready and willing to experience it with these two men right now.

  Grigori petted her back, then her shoulders, and finally her neck. He touched her gently yet firmly, stroking and soothing, using one finger, or his entire palm, mixing up the action to prevent her from becoming complacent. Finally his tongue flicked out over her ear and he bit her earlobe. Cream dampened her inner thighs and she hissed her pleasure.

  Jairus had been stroking all around the entry to her ass, using first his finger, then lube which he massaged into the tight ring of muscle there. Gradually he massaged farther and farther until his finger was inside her channel, stretching and preparing the tissues to receive a cock. She guessed it would be his cock since he was the one doing the preparation, but she didn’t know that for sure. It didn’t matter to her. One of them was going to introduce her to the delights of anal sex and she was ready and willing to play.

  Grigori was pressing kisses to her shoulder and her neck now, licking her skin, and nibbling a little as he sucked and kissed her. The way he constantly changed his touch kept her on edge, always wondering what he’d do next and she understood that was part of a Dom’s technique to arouse his sub. She wasn’t to be able to predict his action. She was always wondering what he’d do and imagining where and how he might touch her next.

  Damask knew what Jairus was doing next, though. He was gradually opening her back door. He had two fingers inside her now, stretching and massaging the tissues, and arousing her higher and higher with his touch. Eagerly she pushed back onto his fingers, wanting more of him, wanting his cock, but mostly just wanting them to start fucking her.

  Grigori let go of her hands and reached across her body to the condoms he’d placed on the bed by one of the pillows. She would have liked to watch him roll it on, but she didn’t want Jairus to stop touching her and she was afraid if she lifted her body up high enough to watch Grigori, that’s what would happen.

  Jairus gave one last hard slap to her butt, surprising her, and said, “Okay, Grigori, she’s ready for us now.”

  Without saying anything, Grigori laid flat on his back and then lifted her body over his. “Are you ready, my sweet?”

  She was too aroused to talk, but nodded and settled her pussy over his cock. The skin was quite dark like the rest of him, even through the latex, and she couldn’t help but notice how huge and aroused he was. His cock looked like she felt. More than ready.

  Grigori pushed up into her cunt, pulling her hips down over him at the same time, so his cock drove deep and fast inside her pussy from his actions. Her channel had to stretch around him. There was a moment of tension as she was a little shocked by his size, but her body soon adjusted to him. Then he was fully inside her pussy, stretching her walls, filling her channel, feeling oh-so-very good.

  Grigori held quite still inside her until she wiggled down on his body, lying over him and loving every rock-solid inch of his flesh against hers. Her skin looked pale against his tan, and she felt small and protected in his arms. He was holding her firmly, yet not gripping her skin, and it was reassuring and empowering. Had she wanted to, she could have moved, even sat up again, but she had no intention of moving, loving being so close to him. She rested her head on his shoulder as Jairus moved in behind her, holding her ass cheeks apart and adding more lube to her entry.

  Damask stroked her palm over Grigori’s chest, then ran her fingers through his chest hair. Finally she lay still, petting his hair, twining it around her fingers, getting to know it as an integral, sexy part of him.

  Then Jairus’s cock was pushing at the muscle ring of her ass. There was a burning feeling as he broached her entry. She closed her eyes and held her breath at first as Jairus pushed harder. At last he was through and sliding into her rear channel. Damask left her eyes closed and just reveled in the experience. Her ass walls and pussy walls were being stretched tight, pushed wider than they wanted to go, even though they’d been thoroughly stretched. There was also pressure as Jairus drove into her already full body. But finally he was completely inside her and her tissues adjusted once again to accept both men. She still felt very tight and overly stretched, but it didn’t hurt. It just was.

  “You’ve done very well, precious. Now it gets better,” whispered Jairus into her ear.

  It felt pretty damn good already, but better was fine by her, too.

  Gradually Grigori pulled out of her pussy, withdrawing his cock until just the head remained inside her channel. Instead of feeling relaxed from the lesser stretching, Damask felt forlorn. He was missing and she wanted him back. But as he started to come back, Jairus began to withdraw. Well, damn. This wasn’t what she’d expected at all.

  Instead of feeling deliciously full, then refreshingly empty, she was being torn between the two of them, always wanting the absent one back. Never satisfied by the brief moment at the midway point when both men were inside her together. She was trying to think how to explain what she wanted to them, when the men began pumping into her faster and that was so much better. Now their absence was quickly replaced and even though each one was still pulling out in his turn, the gaps were much shorter and their movements were stronger and more definite. This was much more to her liking.

  It occurred to her that she didn’t need to just lie there and be fucked. Instead she could play with them. After all, these men were currently her toys to enjoy. Damask lifted her arms up to Grigori’s head, holding his face still and kissing him gently along his jawline from right to left and back again. Then she licked his nose, causing him to blink, before pressing a soft, closed mouth kiss to his lips. In a flash the tables were turned and one of his hands moved from her hip to grab her hair, holding her mouth over his as he thrust his tongue deep inside, pumping it in time with his cock.

  All the breath left her body and her brain ceased working as she kissed him back, tangling her tongue with his, and grasping his shoulders so hard her nails dug into his flesh.

  More hands gripped her hips and now the two men thrust deeper and harder into her cunt and a
ss, holding her still so she couldn’t move against them. Grigori’s hand still fisted her hair even though they’d had to break off the kiss to breathe.

  Damask became aware of a coil of need building deep in her belly. Always before, her orgasms had been pleasurable but not mind shattering. Well, until last night. Last night’s orgasm had been the best ever. But this was much more demanding. It was building, growing, increasing, like the water being sucked into a tornado, and just like a tornado, the spiral inside her was winding tighter and tighter. Damask knew when she exploded it was going to be as dramatic as any weather event.

  Frantically she tried to push the men harder and deeper, wanting to feel every inch of them over her skin. Sweat was slicking against her breasts as her nipples dug into Grigori’s chest. Sweat was also over her back as Jairus thrust into her. His body was like a warm blanket across her spine. The hands that held her hips were so tight they were likely bruising her skin but she didn’t care. She liked their forceful attitude.

  Then her body burst as the climax roared up her spine and blasted through her, hitting every nerve ending with the force of a nuclear explosion. Damask buried her face in Grigori’s shoulder to prevent her from screaming in joy and arousing half the castle.

  She heard Jairus groan then Grigori gasp and she felt the heat as both of them filled their condoms with their cum. Still her pussy rippled and gripped Grigori’s cock and her ass clenched on Jairus’s shaft. Her legs and arms shook uncontrollably and she wasn’t prepared to lift her face off Grigori’s skin in case she was tempted to shriek in delight even now.

  * * * *

  Grigori held onto Damask, loving the way her cunt was still rippling around his cock. It’d been absolute torture to wait for her to come. Her cunt was so hot and wet inside, and it gripped him so tightly he’d wanted to pound into her and explode the moment he’d entered her. But now he was being rewarded as she still twitched around him, bathing his cock in her wet heat.

  Of course he might need stitches in his shoulders where she’d gripped him so hard he was certain he’d have ten holes where her nails had dug into his skin. But he didn’t care. It was a small price to pay for having found his mate. A mate who was everything he’d ever wanted and more besides.

  Her red hair was draped across his skin as well as hers. She was so pale against him, the tiny freckles on her nose in stark contrast to the rest of her face. Her lush body filled his arms and her entire presence filled his heart. She was his and nothing would ever change that. He and Jairus needed to explain that to her. To tell her she was theirs. But they would also need to give her time to adjust to the idea and grow used to them. Still, he had all the time in the world now he’d found her.

  Grigori breathed in deeply, relishing her sweetly floral scent, her female musk overlaying the lighter scent, and the atmosphere of sex in the small room. He waited while Jairus moved off Damask and cleaned himself up. When his friend lay down again, Grigori helped tuck Damask into Jairus’s arms so he could clean up too. Jairus had brought his insulated cup of hot water and a handful of wipes, and once Grigori was refreshed he took the rest of the water and cleaned Damask while Jairus cuddled her. Next he sorted through their supplies and took the tube of soothing gel, which he poured into her ass. He suspected after such rigorous sex, that even though they’d been careful, she might be a little sore in the morning, and after all she had to work.

  Grigori pulled the blanket up over Jairus and Damask, and then lay down on the other side of Damask, pulling the cover over himself as well. The floors were stone, and the walls wooden, but even so, it could get chilly in the night now the sun had gone down.

  “Are you too tired to talk, Damask? The next few days I know you’ll be busy on the candy store, but I was hoping that on Monday we could go somewhere and do something together, as a threesome. You understand you’re ours now, don’t you? We want to stay together.”

  “I worked out last night—? The day before—? I can’t think. Whenever it was, just recently I worked out my mother likely let me come here so that two men would accept me, and protect me, and marry me. I realized that would be her plan for my future. With two men I’d always be protected to her standard. I don’t have a problem with being protected as long as I get to be myself as well. I love the idea of being involved with the banquets. I can’t wait to learn to play the medieval instruments and learn to sing some ballads.”

  Damask bounced up from between them, kneeling to face them both. “In medieval times troubadours used to travel around singing the news. Kind of like the Internet of their day. They sang current events and history into long ballads. It would take a while to learn some of those off by heart, but I could sing them from music maybe. We could also write one of our own. The Ballad of Werewolf Castle telling the story of the castle from a tourist angle. I guess your Alpha would need to approve the words, but we could have so much fun writing it and setting it to music.”

  Grigori smiled at his woman. She was so beautiful crouched there, totally oblivious to the fact she was naked and her hair was tangled around her face. In his mind that made her more beautiful still. She was unconscious of her body and her looks, focusing on the men and the ideas running through her mind. Her hazel eyes were sparkling in the dim light of the room, and her pale skin glowed from the aftereffects of her orgasm. She was stunningly gorgeous, but part of that beauty was from the way she was involved in her plans for her music and the castle. Just about anyone could look good in a thousand dollar dress and three hundred dollar shoes. But only someone whose mind and heart were as desirable as their body, could look so lovely crouched naked on a sleeping bag in an unfurnished room.

  “Does that mean you’d like to spend Monday working on your music?” asked Jairus.

  “Maybe. But I’d also like to walk up the mountain and see the pack’s orchards. I’ve heard you have a lot of lovely fruit trees and I thought it might be a nice walk.”

  Grigori smiled back at her. “We could easily do both. Take some food with us for a picnic in the orchard and take a notepad to write down some ideas for your ballad as well. Does it have to rhyme? That might be hard to do.”

  “Some of them do and others don’t. It’s not so very hard to make the second and fourth lines rhyme when the first and third don’t have to. But the beginning will be to read the stories we want to make into the ballad. The ballad as a whole needs to tell a complete story with enough detail to keep people listening. It usually has a refrain as well, a repeated phrase like a punch line that listeners will enjoy and come to expect to hear.”

  Grigori pulled her back down under the blanket. “You’ll get cold out there.” But really he just wanted to keep cuddling her for as long as he could. He stroked his hands down her sides and she opened her legs for him. Gently he petted her thigh and moved his hand around to her pussy. It would be much too soon for him to fuck her again but while she was accepting his advances he wasn’t going to stop. He pressed his suddenly hard cock against her butt cheeks and slid one finger inside her cunt. She was still as wet as ever so he finger fucked her very gently, half expecting her to push his hand away. Instead, she used her cunt muscles to grip his finger tighter.

  Jairus tweaked her nipples. “We brought you off with just a finger and our mouths once before. Shall we do that again?”

  “I’m very aroused. I want more than that. Why doesn’t one of you fuck me and I’ll suck the other one.”

  Grigori’s cock grew another inch. He’d love to fuck her again. Her cunt was pure heaven. But having her suck his dick would be very good as well. It was really Jairus’s turn to choose. They had to be completely fair and sharing with her if their relationship was to work, and Grigori knew Jairus would always be evenhanded with him.

  Jairus looked at him and he nodded. “I’d like your cunt please, Damask,” he said.

  Grigori crawled up the sleeping bag and sat with his cock in position by her mouth while Jairus found a condom and put it on. It was just as well they’d br
ought the entire box with them. Grigori had half expected Damask to sleep after they fucked her the first time, but instead she was wide awake and driving him crazy with desire.

  Damask pushed the pillow away and put her head flat on the mat, then held his cock gently between her hands, stroking along his length and cupping his balls in her palm. He crawled a few inches closer to her, and licked one finger, then trailed the dampness across her breast. Her hazel eyes gleamed as they looked into his and she gave the sexiest shiver, before stretching out her tongue and licking his entire length. Now it was his turn to shiver.

  Still with her gaze fixed to his, she flicked her tongue out over his cockhead, then licked the tiny eye before sucking him. Grigori was certain she dragged more pre-cum from him. He was also certain if she continued like this he’d come way before he should. It was up to him to distract her by teasing her.

  Her breasts called to him but he couldn’t suck them while she sucked his cock. His body simply didn’t bend like that. This time he licked all his fingertips and began stroking and teasing her breast and underneath it, trailing damp lines over her body before cupping her nearest globe and rolling it in his palm just the same way as she’d rolled his balls.

  They all needed to wiggle around a bit to realign themselves as Jairus got into position and slid his cock into her cunt, then Damask made the next move by sucking his cock deep into her mouth and tilting her head right back so she could take even more of him. Her position lifted her breasts right up, so he kneeled up and began flicking a finger over her nipple, then pinching and stretching it.