by Mari Byrne
“Just who are you?” she asked, momentarily taking her eyes away from the men to make a quick glance around the room they occupied. Finding nothing familiar, she looked to the men once again only to find them advancing once more.
Using the voice and tone she normally would have reserved for a homicidal maniac, if she ever ran into one, Shari bellowed as loud as she could. “Stop!”
Startled, the men stopped advancing.
Composing herself as best she could, Shari took a deep breath before beginning the interrogation.
“I’d really appreciate some answers. First, I’d like to know where we are. Second, I’d like to know who you two are. Third, and this is the important one,” she paused for a brief moment. “I want to know just who the hell took it upon themselves to take off my clothes!” She meant the last to be menacing but found instead her words sounded more indignant than threatening.
The two smiled at her as they relaxed their stances but didn’t advance any further. Shari watched as one turned to the other and casually landed a punch.
“Well, Kasha, I am Shan Lin and the ugly one here is my brother Vincent.” He gestured absentmindedly. “We’re in The Queendom of Aranak, and I,” he gestured to himself, “would have been the one who stripped you bare.”
Shari watched as he reached down to his still rampant cock and stroked it as he spoke.
“Your shanti,” Shan Lin began, gesturing toward the bed, “was exquisite and tempted me beyond control. It was all I could do not wake you by burying myself deep inside your luscious body.” Shan Lin’s eyes began to shine slightly as Shari’s widened further.
Vincent turned toward his brother and gave him a none too gentle nudge in his side. Shan Lin winced slightly and Shari couldn’t help but see his impressive erection twitch.
Not privy to Shan Lin’s thoughts, Shari blinked quickly then gave her head a slight shake. There was no way she had just seen the man’s eyes glow like some cheap Hollywood special effect.
“Look…um…” The man had said his name was…her brain had gone blank. Something to do with a Sho Lin Warrior… Wasn’t the guy’s name Kane? No, Bruce Lee…
She rifled through her brain’s knowledge of Kung Fu legends coming up with Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee, and Mr. Miyagi from the Karate Kid movie. Limited though the knowledge was, she knew one of the two guys in front of her had a name that sounded foreign.
“Shan Lin and Vincent…” Both men spoke up in unison as if they knew she had needed their names spoken again.
“Yes, Shan Lin and Vincent. Right. What’s a shanti, and when did I get one?” Okay. So she’d been about to ask something else. But how was a girl supposed to remember anything when hard-bodied males with large scrumptious erections stood in front of her naked and very willing body? Her own nakedness just reminded her it would be extremely easy to forget any questions she wanted answered, and instead rather made her want to saunter over to the pair and offer up her willing body to them.
Thoughts swirled inside her head even as she fought her body’s instinct to let the pair have their way with her while she had her way with them.
Neither man seemed inclined to answer her questions and in fact began once again to advance on her. Shari shook as she thought out her possibilities. Looking left, then right, in hopes of finding a window to leap through, she was sorely disappointed to find nothing but art and unique objects on the walls.
Before either man could reach her, she stiffened her spine and came to a quick decision.
“No. You will not advance any further before explaining just why I’m here and why I seem to be held prisoner for a couple of sex starved men. I want clothing, I want answers, and I want them now.”
She spoke quietly, yet authoritatively, as if perhaps these two men could be reasoned with. As if the two enormous penises were not swaying heavily as if to shout, ‘Come and get us!’
Holding still and praying her voice had remained calm, Shari waited for the two to stop.
Much to her surprise, they did.
The aura of sexual tension surrounding the three dampened but didn’t leave completely as they both came to a halt.
“Shari. We won’t hurt you. You’re our wife. Why would we want to hurt you?”
“Wife… Yeah, sure, I’m you’re wife. I’m not buying it.” Shari stubbornly refused to believe any word that came out of either man’s mouth.
“It’s true, Kasha. We’ve been so terribly worried about you since you fell and struck your head.”
“We’ve anxiously been waiting for you to wake. It was all we could do not to climb into bed with you when we heard you moaning out in orgasm.” Vincent moved as if to come closer when Shari held up her hand.
“But, married? What do you…married?!? Bullshit! I don’t remember this and I think I’d remember a husband, much less two—I’m not agreeing to anything!”
Vincent came up to the side of the bed and sat down before her, reaching out for Shari. Before he could, Shari dodged his hand.
“Don’t. I want to know how we met.”
“There was an accident. Shan Lin and I followed you home. When we got there, we…”
“We wanted to know if you were all right. We saw the accident and…”
“…worried you would be in need of us.”
Shari watched the two men with her mind reeling. They had seen the accident. They were worried. Even now they were telling her she was the only one for them.
“The only what for you?” Shari asked suspiciously.
“You are ours. You are the wife we have searched for. You are the one.”
The unison thing. They were both speaking at once.
Shari took a step forward and turning, sat down heavily on the bed.
“Right. I’m the one.” She looked suspiciously at the man sitting next to her and shifted a little further away. Snatching a loose sheet from the bed, she hastily wrapped herself in it.
“Is this a joke?” she asked. “Did Karen put you up to this? Is there a camera somewhere and at any moment, some famous celebrity is going to pop out and yell, “Just kidding. You’ve been caught on ‘Film By Jorgio’ or something? Or maybe Karen thought that if I was naked and in the vicinity of two well-hung men I’d finally get some? Or maybe I’ve died and this is…”
She was rambling. Shari knew she was yet couldn’t stop herself. Talking faster and faster, she finally noticed the second man, Shan Lin was his name, had somehow found his way onto the other side of the bed. And the other side of her.
Abruptly, her chattering stopped as she got a look at the man who had just climbed onto the bed. His eyes, both different colors as before, were back to shining. Suddenly sexual tension was flying through the room, her body responding to the pull the man was sending out.
“Hmmm.” Shari knew she should object, though hadn’t a clue to what she needed to object to.
Giving her head a tiny shake to clear it as her body responded to the visions racing through her thoughts, she closed her eyes and surreptitiously squeezed her legs together.
Opening her eyes, she found both men staring at her midsection. Looking down, she knew what they both saw. The filmy sheets surrounding her weren’t meant to absorb liquid, and she’d given away just how she felt about the sex.
A vicious growl sounded in her throat, but the two Warriors ignored it and began to close in around her.
“No! Stop it.”
Both men stopped at once.
Surprise passed for a moment across her face but Shari ignored it.
“Listen…I need to figure out just what you two mean by married.”
“Kasha. You agreed to marry us when you orgasmed answering the door. When we explained why we had come. Right before you passed out.”
“‘Scuse me? Wait a minute. The orgasm was enjoyable, and sex is all fine and dandy. And, yeah, it would be frickin’ marvelous with the two of you…” Both men practically purred at hearing the words. “But it sure as hell doesn’t make us married. I
need more than a good orgasm to be married!”
Her voice rose as she spoke and when she finally ended her rant both men seemed to have moved closer.
“Hey… What are you guys… Wait a minute…”
It was too late. Both men had come alongside her and were now taking each of her hands in theirs so they all held each other.
“We’re glad you enjoyed the orgasm. We’re ecstatic you think sex with us would be extraordinary. But it isn’t why we married you,” Shan Lin began.
Vincent cleared his throat.
“You have the other half of our hearts. They now beat in time with yours. Soon, you’ll know us as no other ever will. You’ll be in our minds just as we are in yours. You must know you are our lifemate. You are our bride. And you agreed to the marriage.”
Shari listened, unsure if they weren’t perhaps escapees from some sanitarium. One look into both brothers’ eyes, and she wondered if perhaps she hadn’t hit her head harder than she thought. These men were serious.
“You’re my…husbands?” Shari asked thinking she had never said anything more ridiculous in her life. Husbands. Plural. Double trouble. Twins. Two of a kind. A pair…
“Shari.”
Shari turned toward the sound of her name to find Shan Lin had wrapped his very hot body half around her own.
“What?” she asked grumpily.
“Please, look at me,” Shan Lin asked her as he reached up and turned her head to him. Looking into his eyes, she could have sworn he was telling her the truth.
“I am telling the truth. But there are more truths you need to hear.”
“Truths? What truths? I still haven’t discovered if you’re telling the truth about the three of us being married. What more truths could I need to hear?”
Vincent broke in from behind her as she slipped free of Shan Lin’s light hold.
“We married you. We also took you back to our home in Aranak. It’s where we are now. Aranak is located in a different realm than your own. In Aranak, twins of Royal birth…”
“Different Realm? Royal birth? What in the hell…”
“Kasha, listen. We’ll answer any questions you have, just let us explain.”
Doubting she could keep her comments to herself long enough, she agreed reluctantly, crossing her arms against her chest and waited.
“Twins of royal birth marry one woman, or one man. Very rarely, triplets are born. When a triplet birth happens…”
“What happens when…”
“Shari.” Shari quickly closed her mouth.
“You are the woman we chose. We brought you back to Aranak, which is in the Realm of Azaya. There are Tears, rips in universes, where people can travel between realms. We were visiting…friends in the Earth realm and were on our way home when we saw what happened. We followed you, and the rest led us to where we are now. Here, married, with you.”
As he finished speaking, Vincent brought Shari’s hand gently to his lips. Velvety soft lips met delicate skin and left an impression on Shari’s skin. Looking down at her hand thinking she would find some tangible proof his kiss had left an impression, Shari noticed for the first time the ring gracing her finger.
Astonishment crossed her features as she gaped at the triple braided ring on her finger. Vincent tugged her hand when suddenly, from behind her, Shan Lin brought his own hand forward. The three hands met together, fingers entwining in a caress and Shari noticed all three hands wore nearly identical rings.
“No…I… But I wasn’t… How?”
It was the best she could do. Her mind had been clear right up until the point she gazed into the brothers’ eyes. She had been so sure this was all part of some joke, some scheme…something or other than what it actually was.
They were married. Jesus. It was true.
“But why me?” she asked, knowing she couldn’t be that special. She couldn’t have been so special two men would come from another place just to claim her. It couldn’t be happening.
It is happening. We knew it would one day. We couldn’t have picked a more worthy bride to be ours.
Stunned momentarily, Shari abruptly pulled out of the brothers’ embrace, leaping off the bed, and took several steps back from the bed. More importantly, away from the men.
“You’re talking to me in my mind! Mother of God, I’m in a spaceship somewhere in a galaxy far, far away from Earth!”
Sinking toward the floor, she landed half-on half-off the cushioned pouf she’d almost backed into. Falling completely to the floor, she ignored the men who scrambled toward her with the intention of checking to see if she had hurt herself. Both brothers came over and lifted her onto the pouf checking her body as she sat stunned.
“Married? Fer cryin out loud! I’m married!”
“Yes.” Even spoken quietly, firmly, the word came from two mouths in perfect unison. “We can also read your mind.”
Chapter Six
Shan Lin and Vincent watched as Shari opened the door and ran smack into a wall. The wall was currently asking their bride if there was something she needed.
“Good afternoon, My Lady Princess. How may I serve you?”
Winters. Thank you Father for Winters. Shan Lin pathed to his brother, relief in his words.
“What do you want to bet he has her ensconced in a comfy chair with biscuits and drink before she can remember just where it was she was going? In say…two minutes?”
Shan Lin chuckled at his brother and walked toward a seamless door in the wall. Opening it, he began to pull out a set of clothing for himself. Grimacing slightly at the thought of putting on anything to cover his raging hard-on, Shan Lin shrugged, then set his teeth against the pain to come.
The suffering was indeed painful. His cock ached to slide deep into Shari’s pussy and pump hard until she screamed out her pleasure and he emptied the full weight of his seed into her.
“Shan Lin…”
The acute longing in Vincent’s voice brought him back to the present and sighed deeply. Looking over at his brother sheepishly, Shan Lin did his best to push his craving need aside. He nearly gave into the overwhelming need bombarding them both as he felt the same longing in Vincent.
“Sorry. The bet is too easy. Trust me…” His voice paused as he listened to Winters comfort Shari and assure her he would have clothing brought for her immediately.
“He’ll calm Shari down enough for us to speak more about her being our wife.” Shan Lin’s voice spoke to Vincent from inside the clothing room.
Vincent growled.
“Not that it matters, brother mine. The woman won’t be leaving us any time soon, whether she wants to or not.”
“No. She won’t be.”
* * * * *
Shari didn’t know how it happened. All too soon she was surrounded by luxury as a sweet old man attended to her every need as if she were the Queen of England, or something.
She’d had it all set. She was going to walk out the door, find her way outside, and run for her life to the nearest police station. Once there, she was going to let them know two crazy men were on the loose.
Married.
Yeah right.
Unfortunately, it had not happened that way. The man, Winters, had gently grasped her arm and escorted her out of the doorway down the long hallway she had spied behind him.
Before she could demand to know where she was going, he had patted her hand in a fatherly motion and told her to leave everything up to him. He would tend to those two. His gesture had been in the direction of the room she had just left, indicating just which two he was talking about. Sniffing disdainfully as if they were scum, Winters had led her to where she now sat.
Shari nearly giggled thinking about it. The aggravated tone of his voice had been mixed with some other emotion she hadn’t caught, she was too busy at the time gawking.
The room she currently resided in was a thing of splendor. Four pillars stood floor to ceiling holding the roof up. They were intricately carved with small scenes of what she
assumed to be daily life. The chair she sat in now was made of velvety soft material against her nearly naked flesh. The rug she ran her feet back and forth across felt like pure silk.
Lost in sensory delight of the room, Shari almost missed Winters as he walked in front of her.
“Excuse me. Winters, right?”
“Yes, My Lady Princess? Was there something else I can get you?”
“We’ll take it from here, Winters.” Vincent’s gravely voice sounded from behind Shari, startling her.
“That is unless Shari would feel safer if you stayed,” this from Shan Lin, making Shari crane her neck backward to watch the two men walk toward her.
The sight of the two men sent her hormones into overdrive. They seemed to have dressed with the qualifications of minimal clothing required. The sight of them with hard-ons stretching above their navels was one thing, and could drive a saint to orgasm. Dressed as they were now in worn, matte-black, leather pants riding low on their hips, they were a sight to send any woman to the floor and worship.
Her gaze tried to take in the whole package at once, but her vision seemed to be stuck in the middle where the men’s abs looked as if they would be able to stop bricks.
“Shari?” The rumbled question came from Vincent.
“Ummmmmm…?” Shari all but purred as she felt her nipples tighten and moisture began to form between her thighs. Her plan of escape was forgotten at the sight of the bounty before her.
Maybe she could stick around for just a little wh…
“Here.” An amused voice spoke.
“What?”
Shari, lost in a world where those bodies were sliding under, over, and into her, turned dreamily to find Shan Lin on the other side of her chair. He was holding out some kind of clothing toward her. Admiring the rippling muscles in front of her, she absentmindedly took hold of the clothing.
Tucking the material in her lap, Shari reached out to touch the gorgeous skin. So soft and supple, yet granite hard. She hardly noticed the drool begin to collect at the side of her mouth.
