Savage Satisfaction

by Lila Dubois

“Is this how it will be now, us together?” she asked.

  “Sometimes,” William said, squeezing her breast. “Other times it will be just Christoffer and me, or just you and me.”

  “And we’ll still have our bathroom fun,” Christoffer said, kneeling beside them. He took her other breast, flicking her nipple with his thumb.

  “There is just one rule,” William said, and his face was hard and commanding, that of the Lord of Eahrington. Mirela and Christoffer looked at him attentively.

  “Her pussy is mine.”

  Mirela shivered.

  “Yes, my lord,” Christoffer said.

  William fisted his hand in Christoffer’s hair and pulled the younger man in for a hard kiss. Mirela trailed her eyes over them, liking the contrast of Christoffer’s golden skin against William’s paler flesh. She wished William were naked.

  Christoffer’s cock was shiny and rock-hard, the tip glistening. Mirela took it in her mouth, smiling when the wolf moaned. William’s hand cupped her head, pushing her onto Christoffer’s cock, urging her to take more.

  She obeyed, sucking him into her mouth until her lips met her fingers wrapped around the shaft.

  Both men moved, Christoffer kneeling up and helping Mirela get on her hands and knees. William went to Mirela’s ass. He stroked her back and waist, slid his hands down her thigh, then back up the insides, urging her legs apart.

  His fingers found her sex, petting and stroking the naked flesh. He lightly pinched the lips of her sex before finally rubbing her clit. Mirela forgot what she was supposed to be doing as pleasure shook her.

  William’s thumb pressed into her. “Suck his cock,” he ordered, voice gruff.

  Mirela started at the reminder, then lapped at Christoffer’s cock. William’s thumb moved to her clit and began rubbing in a circular pattern. Her body shook with pleasure. She was close. The urge to clench her teeth as unbearable pleasure built within her was so strong Mirela pulled away from Christoffer’s cock, scared of hurting him. She let her head dangle between her arms, gasping and moaning as William pleasured her. With a chuckle, Christoffer reached for her breasts, pulling her nipples down, stretching them.

  “Tell me when you’re going to come.” William clenched her hips and pumped into her.

  “Now, now. Now!”

  Mirela threw her head back, teeth clenched as she came. The ride was short but sweet and as the pleasure faded she started to collapse down onto the ground.

  They didn’t let her.

  William stripped and lay back, then pulled Mirela atop him. Suddenly hungry for a cock to fill her, Mirela immediately positioned her hips and slid down on him, impaling herself. He was thick, filling her, and it was very good.

  Then Christoffer was there, his hands on her breasts, his lips on her neck. She could feel his cock, wet from her mouth, on her back.

  He squeezed and kneaded her breasts, biting and nipping her neck.

  The pressure her orgasm had alleviated began to build again. Mirela grabbed William’s wrist, pushing his hand against her sex, wanting him to touch her clit, to make her come.

  Instead he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her down so she lay on his chest. Now Christoffer’s hands were between her legs, stroking the lips of her sex and the place where William’s cock entered her.

  Christoffer’s fingers slid up from her sex, between the globes of her ass and across her anus. Mirela yelped at the unexpected touch.

  “Christoffer is going to fuck your ass,” William told her. His eyes were on her face, waiting for a reaction.

  She knew such a thing existed, Christoffer had told her about it, but she’d assumed that was something men only did to each other.

  “That will work?” she asked.

  “Oh yes,” Christoffer said from her back. “It’s going to feel good, hurt a little, but it’s a good hurt.”

  “Then we’ll both be inside you,” William said, kissing her cheek, her forehead, “and we’ll all be together.”

  Christoffer’s finger, wet from its time in her sex, pressed against her anus. Mirela clenched but he pushed, hard, and his finger entered her.

  “Oh, it hurts,” she cried out. They soothed her, big hands running over her body. William flexed his hips, his cock shifting within her. That sent a shaft of pleasure through her so that as Christoffer’s finger pushed in deeper, forcing open the ring of her ass, a dark, forbidden pleasure filled her.

  Mirela shook her head, overwhelmed, confused by what she was feeling.

  “Relax,” Christoffer murmured. “I have to have you.”

  William lifted her off his cock, holding her in place so that she was still astride him but his cock rubbed against her belly.

  “Why?” she asked.

  “You’re a virgin.”

  “No I’m not. We just had sex.”

  “You’re an anal virgin. Christoffer is going to fuck you, but it would hurt too much for us to be in you at the same time.”

  “That’s the advanced class,” Christoffer said. His fingers dipped into her pussy then returned to her ass. “I’m going to add another finger.”

  The pressure against her rear entrance increased and she winced. William’s finger slid into her sex, finding and stroking her clit. Mirela relaxed and Christoffer pressed two fingers into her. He pumped his fingers in and out of her ass as William toyed with her clit. Christoffer added a third finger and she whimpered at the first flush of pain, but it quickly morphed into pleasure.

  Then his fingers were gone and the blunt head of his cock was there, pushing, pushing.

  Mirela cried out, thrashing against William. But he held her still, reaching between them to pinch and twist her nipple.

  William urged her to lift her chest, bracing her hands on the ground beside William’s ribs. Christoffer’s belly was now flush to her back and he kissed her shoulder.

  “I’m going to fuck you. Are you ready?”

  “I don’t know,” she said, voice trembling, “but I want it. I want this.”

  Christoffer pushed, edging his cock another half inch into her. Mirela responded by shifting her hips forward, which rubbed her clit on William’s cock. When Christoffer pulled back, nearly withdrawing from her ass, she sank down onto William’s cock.

  Suddenly she understood how this would work, and Mirela smiled down at William. He looked up at her, all power and control. He lifted her off his cock and then Christoffer thrust in again.

  The slide of the wolf’s cock in and out of her ass began to build a pleasure of its own. William’s cock rubbed her clit, occasionally sliding into her pussy when Christoffer withdrew, and his hands were rough and demanding on her nipples.

  The rhythm built slowly, but soon the pauses between the strokes were gone and Christoffer was panting in her ear and nipping her shoulder. William was watching them with possessive eyes, his jaw clenched.

  Mirela lifted one hand and stroked his lips. He sucked her finger into his mouth.

  Christoffer shifted, bracing himself, and then slammed into her with such force Mirela almost fell onto William. Christoffer was wild, his thrusts savage and demanding. William put his hands on her hips, holding her still for Christoffer to fuck.

  She was battered and buffeted by them, unbearably full and teetering on the edge of something she couldn’t understand.

  William reared up, bracing on one hand, and wrapped his free arm around Christoffer, binding them together. His cock was cradled by the lips of her sex, the head rubbing her clit. Mirela tumbled over the edge she’d been teetering on.

  Screaming, she came, raking her nails down William’s chest and Christoffer’s arm.

  Christoffer came next, his teeth sinking into Mirela’s shoulder, his cock pushed deep into her ass. He withdrew and helped William reposition her so he could slide into her pussy. Mirela gasped as her orgasm-tight body accepted William’s cock. Christoffer’s hands on her nipples had her dancing on the edge of another orgasm and William thrust up into her.

  Willia
m captured Mirela’s lips in a kiss as he came, cock twitching inside her. Christoffer dipped a hand into her pussy and rubbed her clit until she came again, her body clenching around William’s cock, which was still buried inside her.

  They collapsed onto the ground, a sweaty, tired mix of arms and legs.

  *

  Two days later Mirela fell in love, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

  William read her a story.

  Mirela hadn’t ever read much, as there were few books her family approved of. She’d gone through William’s library, looking for something to pass the time, but had been overwhelmed.

  Where were the plain stories?

  She picked up one with a picture of a woman in a beautiful old-fashioned dress only to discover it was a story about a real queen and so full of words she didn’t know she gave up.

  Discouraged and embarrassed by her illiteracy, Mirela had curled up in the chair behind the desk, hiding her face in her knees.

  That’s how William found her.

  William knelt before her, kind and understanding as she admitted that she couldn’t read well. He didn’t make a joke of it, as Christoffer would have. He looked at her with kind eyes and said, “You like medieval stories, don’t you? Knights and kings?”

  She’d nodded, blushing slightly because he knew that from her common mid-sex exclamations that included calling Christoffer her knight and William her king.

  He’d gone to the shelves and pulled down a book called King Arthur and his Knights. He brought her to the window box, settling her on one end of the seat, her feet on his lap as he sat beside her.

  And he read to her.

  Mirela relaxed in the warm sunshine as William read to her of the good King Arthur, Guinevere, the Knights Lancelot, Balin and Gareth.

  Mirela imagined King Arthur’s voice had probably sounded exactly like William’s.

  She watched him as he read. He was relaxed, his shoulders slouched, his hair mussed. Sometimes he would look up from the words, smile at her, then keep reading. He had things to do that day, which was why Mirela had gone looking to fill her time with reading, and yet he’d forgotten all that in favor of reading to her.

  In that magic afternoon, she fell finally and irrevocably in love.

  When he finished the story of King Pellenore, Mirela sat up. He looked at her questioningly.

  “I love you,” she said.

  He looked shocked, then terribly vulnerable. “I didn’t think you would, or could.”

  “You are kind and wonderful—you were hiding it from us, but now I see it. I feel safe and happy and there is nothing I love more than flying for you. And you reading to me.”

  He looked at the book in surprise, but Mirela didn’t want to explain why she’d fallen in love. She kissed him and he returned the kiss. They made love on the window bench, the first time they’d been alone together since the night he’d let her go.

  It was soft, another first. William sat with his back to the window, Mirela on his lap, her arms around him, cheek on his shoulder as they rocked together. It was slow, but when her orgasm arrived it left Mirela as refreshed as if she’d just been flying.

  Wanting to spend more time with him, she asked him to be her falconer. Without hesitation, William had gone for his glove. She changed in his office and then he carried her through the house on his wrist. Mirela flew from his arm into the bright sky. She twirled and dove, even flying on her back, showing off for him.

  When a hateful magpie was stupid enough to fly over the house, she swooped through the air. It put up a fight, beak pecking at her as it screamed and tossed about in the air, but Mirela caught it, breaking its neck with her claws. Dipping low, she dropped the magpie at William’s feet before climbing once more into the sky.

  The next time she swooped down she saw the wolf sitting beside William. He took off at a lazy run across the manicured grass. Mirela dropped low until she was flying just above Christoffer, less than five feet from the ground, riding the air off his back.

  Together they returned to William, changing from animal to human so they could touch and be touched.

  *

  Two days later, Mirela found herself in need of some romantic advice. Her love for William was like a warm balm on her past hurts, and the lord had grown noticeably happier since she’d said she loved him. Christoffer, who’d been tense after finding out what she’d said, had relaxed when William’s behavior toward him didn’t change.

  They were woven together, the three of them, Mirela’s love for William the last piece in a strange and uneven puzzle.

  “Christoffer?” Mirela asked, sticking her head into the bathroom. Mirela and Christoffer had kept the rooms they’d originally been given and shared a bathroom. It was nice to have her own space, and Mirela had recently discovered the joys of rearranging furniture, much to Christoffer’s disgust since she made him do most of the actual moving.

  “No need to knock,” he said in exasperation as he looked over his shoulder. He was in the middle of pissing.

  “Good,” Mirela said, coming in and sitting on the edge of the tub. She’d finally figured out Christoffer’s sarcasm and discovered a lot of pleasure could be had by annoying him.

  Christoffer mumbled to himself as he shook his cock, zipped his pants and flushed the toilet. “What do you want?”

  “I want to get William something, to show him I love him.”

  “He’s happy just knowing you love him,” Christoffer said, no longer sounding annoyed. “You don’t need to give him anything.”

  “But I want to.”

  “Okay, want to go into town and buy him something?”

  “Is that what I should do?”

  “Did you have something else in mind?”

  “I did,” Mirela took a deep breath. The idea both terrified and aroused her. “I want to give him what he really wants, but I need your help.”

  Christoffer raised a brow in question. Mirela told him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  William knew they were up to something. Christoffer could probably keep a secret, but Mirela could not. Every time William walked into a room, Mirela would freeze and look guilty.

  William had to admit that the first time he saw this he was worried. Were they leaving him?

  But Christoffer had smiled at him over Mirela’s head, then loudly whispered at her to “Be cool”.

  Mirela had tipped her head up, staring at the ceiling, her face twitching until he left the room.

  Over the next few days he walked in on more whispered conferences, and let Christoffer borrow the car to take Mirela shopping. He then gave Christoffer a firm talking to after the wolf tried to teach Mirela to drive using his Jaguar SKL. The shop said they’d have the damage repaired in a few days.

  It had been a week since he’d first become aware of their plotting, and William had decided that whatever it was, it was going to be a long-term surprise, so he wasn’t prepared when Christoffer stopped him in the upstairs hall.

  “My lord?”

  William tucked The Times under his arm. “Yes?”

  “Would you accompany me?”

  William raised his eyebrows at Christoffer’s formal tone. “What’s this about?”

  Christoffer rolled his eyes. “Could you just play along?”

  “Ah, so this is my surprise?”

  “It is, and you’d better be nice. We put a lot of work into this.”

  “I’d better? Well then.” William tossed the paper onto the table. “I’m ready.”

  Christoffer held out his hand and William took it.

  As Christoffer led him through their sitting room to Mirela’s door, William smiled. His Hunting Pair brought him such joy.

  Hand on the knob, Christoffer paused. His face was serious, his eyes startlingly blue.

  “Just so you know, this was her idea. She wanted me to tell you to take it all the way, do everything you want. We researched this, and she knows some of the possibilities for what can happen. Trust her and
trust me. I won’t let you hurt her.”

  “What’s this about?”

  In reply, Christoffer opened the door.

  Mirela knelt on the floor. Her arms were raised, wrists behind her head. Her belly was fluttering with nerves, though this had been her idea.

  Christoffer had resisted at first, not wanting to do it, but she’d convinced him. William had mentioned, more than once, how much he had liked her like this. Mirela wanted to learn to enjoy it rather than fear it, so that William could use her like this.

  With Christoffer pledged to protect her, she was brave enough to strip and put the jesses on once more. She knew he’d protect her. After all, he loved her. He didn’t say it and she hadn’t said it to him, but she knew it was love. The way he looked at her and the way she felt when he came into a room was surely love. It wasn’t the same way she felt about William, that was something rich and life-changing, whereas her love for Christoffer was safe and comforting.

  When the door opened, Mirela lifted her chin but kept her eyes on the floor. Though she wore her jesses she did not wear her hood, and would not.

  “Mirela?” William asked.

  “Yes, Master.” She took a deep breath to calm herself, trying to remember the part she was playing. “How may I serve you?”

  “Christoffer…”

  “Her idea,” the wolf said.

  “Mirela, you don’t have to do this.”

  “I want to.” Bored of looking at the floor, she looked up. Longing warred with worry on William’s face. “Do I not please you?” she asked, rising to her feet. She lowered her hands, running them over her own breasts, down her belly, rubbing her freshly shaved sex.

  William took a step forward, like a moth drawn to a flame, but stopped himself. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “What if I want to be hurt?” Mirela bit her lower lip. Christoffer had explained to her how pain could be pleasure, how humans, who could not fly or run, sometimes enjoyed being bound. It was no great loss for them, the way it had been for her.

  Both men groaned when she lifted her breasts and pinched her own nipples. A rush of power flooded Mirela, washing away her doubts. Christoffer had helped her research and plan what she wanted to do. Mirela’s favorite pictures and stories had been about the women who seemed to be in control, even if they were tied up.