Just like the snakes, Darius thought as he snorted and tried to ignore the strange anxiety creeping into him as if from behind and beneath. The snakes that I have not seen any sign of, even though the nooks and crannies of an abandoned house would be perfect for them.
As Darius looked out across the waters and contemplated the choices and events that had brought him to an island with invisible snakes and the ghosts of cannibalistic Sheikhs, he saw a black dot on the horizon. It grew larger as he watched, and that anxiety turned to excitement when he saw it was a boat. It flew Ephraim’s personal flag, the symbol of the Sheikh of Habeetha. It was him. It was them.
What if it does not happen, he thought for the third and final time as he quickly walked to his bags and unzipped a small black case. He looked inside and took a breath at the sight of two sleek black handguns that lay beside two curved silver daggers. He tried to push away the dread that had taken up residence in him when he realized that if it did not happen between the three of them, he would have to take a different approach to preventing a war. Marriage might be the oldest strategy for preventing war, but it was by no means the only strategy.
24
“What’s our strategy here?” Jan asked as she stared at the strange desert plants that grew all the way down to Noor Island’s sandy shoreline. “I don’t see a dock or jetty, and you’ve just dropped anchor about a hundred yards away from the island. Are we swimming? So now this is a cross between Jaws and The Cabin in the Woods?”
Ephraim grinned and shook his head, and Jan smiled as she watched the wind play with his long black hair, waving it like a battle flag. “The good Sheikh Darius will come get us, my lady,” he said, and there was that mocking undercurrent to the way he called Darius the good Sheikh.
It occurred to her that Ephraim had never answered her question about that, but this wasn’t the time to ask, because when she looked out toward the island again she saw Darius.
“Oh, God,” she whispered to herself when she saw the taller Sheikh standing on the island, his muscular frame immediately bringing back the memory of how he’d taken her, of how hard he’d made her come. Then she glanced over at Ephraim, and the memory of how hard he’d made her come whipped through her mind. “Oh, God, I’m a whore,” she muttered as she shook her head. “A stupid whore at that. This is a game, and they’re going to rape me, drown me, and head back to their kingdoms laughing like it was all a good joke.”
“You said something?” Ephraim asked, turning back towards her from where he was leaning over the front of the boat to make sure the anchor was firmly rooted.
“Just that this is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”
Ephraim grinned wider, looking her up and down as she stood there in a black top, a gold head-scarf, a long blue skirt, and pink running shoes that she’d insisted on wearing.
“You mean the stupidest thing you’ve ever done apart from that outfit?” came the voice, and Jan whipped around to see Darius approaching on his dinghy, smiling wide as he stared up at her, his handsome face throwing her into a state of such utter confusion that she seriously considered diving head-first into the oasis and swimming in the other direction, fresh-water sharks and man-eating snakes be damned. “Four days with Ephraim, and you are already dressing like a gypsy rebel. What happened to the elegant, sophisticated Professor Johansen with her suit and spectacles? Do you have contact lenses now?”
“Nope. But I’m too afraid to wear my glasses, because then I might see what a mess I’ve gotten myself into,” Jan replied quickly, feeling the tension dissipate almost immediately from the cocky confidence of Darius’s quip.
Ephraim grinned as he straightened up and squinted at Darius. It really did seem like these two men were friends—or at least like they could be friends. The energy was strange, surreal, even seductive. She felt herself smiling too, and for one glorious moment, as the sun beamed down on the waters of the Golden Oasis, all three of them were smiling wide.
“Ephraim,” said Darius, reaching out his arm as he pulled the dinghy alongside the boat.
“The good Sheikh Darius,” said Ephraim, grabbing Darius’s arm.
Both Sheikhs wore short sleeves, Darius in white linen and Ephraim wearing black, which seemed to be his color. Jan watched as their brown arms flexed and glistened under the sun, biceps bulging, veins popping as the two Sheikhs held the grip for a long moment, both of them grinning, each Sheikh’s green eyes searching the other’s face as if looking for some weakness, some way to get the upper hand.
“Getting soft in your old age, I see,” Ephraim said when Darius bounded up onto the deck of the boat from his dinghy.
“Better than getting soft in the head,” Darius shot back, pulling down the bottom of his shirt, which had crept up to reveal his washboard abs above his low-cut linen trousers.
“This was your idea, I should remind you. Though perhaps I am getting a little soft in the head if I agreed to actually show up here. You know, the logical thing would be to assassinate me right now and take your woman back to civilization where you can live happily ever after,” Ephraim said, his smile changing form, eyes narrowing.
“Is that your plan, Ephraim?” Darius said, his own smile transforming as he stood to full height and looked down at Ephraim. “Shall we have it out, then? Guns, knives, or bare hands?”
“Ah, you know me, Darius. I am a man of delicate finesse. Poison in your sweet tea, and then I will watch you sputter and choke while I get a manicure.”
“Why don’t you two just kiss and get it over with?” Jan said, shaking her head as she watched the back-and-forth between these two Sheikhs. She could feel the tension in the air, but it wasn’t an anxious tension. It was the other kind of tension. The good kind. The hot kind. The wet kind.
Both Sheikhs turned to her at the same time, and for a moment Jan wondered if her joke was a bit too much. She thought about what Ephraim had said to her, about how this was a different world, a different culture, with a different history.
But Ephraim just grinned and shrugged. “Ah, if that was to happen, it would have happened years ago. Right, Darius?”
Darius smiled and ignored the quip. It wasn’t that he was bothered by it, Jan could tell. No, it was because his attention had moved from Ephraim to her. And now it was all on her.
“Jan,” he said softly as he walked over to her, his green eyes narrowed to such an intense focus that Jan couldn’t for the life of her hold the eye contact. “Oh, Jan.”
“Darius,” she whispered as her insides swirled with emotion, the memories of the passion they’d shared mixing with those moments when she’d stared into Ephraim’s eyes as she came, all of it making her unsure of what she felt, of what she wanted, of whom she wanted. “Oh, God, Darius. I . . . don’t know what to . . . what to say! I don’t know what to do! I just . . .”
“None of us knows what to say,” Darius muttered as he came close, so close she could smell his musk once again, the aroma taking her back to that place where the “good” Sheikh Darius had shoved her panties in her mouth and grabbed her by the hair and taken her so hard and deep she swore she could still feel him between her legs. “But I know what to do. Because there is only one thing to do, Jan. Just one thing.”
And before she realized what was happening, before she could say another word, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. Then, with the sun shining down on the waters, with Sheikh Ephraim standing in the background, Darius kissed her full on the mouth. By God he kissed her.
25
Jan wasn’t sure if it was the sun blinding her or the feeling of Darius’s warm lips on hers, but she couldn’t see a thing. She could barely hear beyond the blood pounding in her ears, and if she could speak, it was most certainly gibberish and not a human language.
“Ya Allah, I missed your taste,” she heard Darius growl as she felt his tongue push its way into her warm mouth as his strong h
ands grabbed her ass from behind. He was hard against her crotch, and she could feel her own wetness ooze from between her legs.
Oh, God, I didn’t bring any panties, came the thought out of nowhere, and although a part of her wanted to whisper she was a whore and a slut, the thought only aroused her even more. If the last week with each of the two Sheikhs had awakened something in her, then that part of her was more than awake now. It was fully alive and alert. It was taking over.
“You are so wet, my queen,” he whispered, and she moaned when she realized Darius’s hands were beneath her skirt, the blue cloth hiked up over her ass, his long fingers reaching all the way between her thighs from behind, fingering her cunt from below as his rock-hard erection pressed against her mound. “You are ready for this, yes?”
“I don’t know,” she muttered as she parted her thighs and almost went limp in his arms as his cock pressed against her stiff clit while he slipped his fingers into her slit and curled them inside her. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“None of us know what we’re doing. All we know is that it must be done. Come. Relax, my queen. You are with your king. You are with your Sheikh.” A pause, and then Darius spoke again, his voice lower, deeper, darker. “Both your Sheikhs.”
Now Jan felt a shadow fall across her, blocking the sun for a moment, and she gasped when she felt two strong hands pull her black top up over her breasts from behind.
“Darius?” she muttered, her eyes still clamped shut, nothing but red stars visible behind her fluttering eyelids. “Darius, what . . . what’s happening?”
It took a moment for her to realize that Darius was still kissing her mouth, his hands still beneath her skirt, his fingers still up her pussy. So it was another pair of hands that had pulled up her black top and were now massaging her naked breasts from behind, pinching her pink nipples so hard she groaned and arched her back. And it was another hard cock that was pressing against her ass, another set of lips kissing her neck from behind, biting her earlobes. Another man’s smell. Another man’s touch. Two men. Two Sheikhs. Two kings.
And one queen.
26
They had stripped her naked before she dared to open her eyes, and when she did she almost passed out from the sight. Darius stood before her, his shirt already off, his trousers unbuttoned and peaked in a way that made her shudder. His body was tight and glistening, the brown ridges of muscle shining in the overhead sun, his green eyes glazed over from arousal as he unbuckled his belt.
She could feel Ephraim behind her, his body pressed so tight against her as he kneaded her breasts that she was almost a part of him, it seemed. She glanced down at herself, gasping when she saw Ephraim’s strong hands clamped around her creamy breasts, his thick fingers pinching her erect nipples that were bright red and peaked from how hard and rough he was being with them.
Jan’s vision swirled when she looked farther down and saw that her skirt had been pulled off and she was completely naked except for those pink running shoes, and it seemed almost comical, surreal, ridiculous.
Why am I still wearing my shoes, came the thought as she watched Darius’s cock spring into view, its strong upwards curve so pronounced and magnificent that she felt herself release a fresh wave of wetness as if in preparation. Behind her she could feel Ephraim feverishly unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his trousers, pushing down his underwear until his thick, meaty shaft was rubbing against her naked ass, coating her rear crack with his sticky juice as he growled against her cheek.
“You remember the game, Darius?” Ephraim muttered from behind her. “First one to make her come has the right of first entry.”
“What?” Jan muttered as she felt Ephraim step out of his pants and then grab her tight from behind, pulling her down to the smooth wooden deck of the boat. Before she knew it she was leaning against Ephraim’s hard body, his strong legs spread wide as her ass nestled against his naked crotch. She looked up and saw Darius standing like a mountain of brown muscle before her, his cock looking enormous as it loomed above her head, a long trail of sticky pre-cum hanging down from its massive red eye.
“You know it is impossible to determine a winner in that game,” Darius grunted through clenched teeth, his arousal so vivid that Jan could feel herself salivate as she looked up at his cock that had expanded to the size of a log, it seemed, almost blocking out the goddamn sun.
“Spoken like a loser,” Ephraim said, sliding his hands down past Jan’s tender breasts, squeezing her belly, and then massaging her thighs until she spread as far as she could. He fingered her dark lips until she was dripping wantonly onto the smooth wooden planks of the deck, and Jan arched her back and moaned so loud she was sure they’d hear her back in Pittsburgh. “You will not last that long, anyway. She will finish with you and then I will take her like she deserves to be taken. Come, Jan,” he whispered as he fingered her with one hand and pulled her head back with the other. “Suck this schoolboy off and then I will take you like a real man takes a woman. Thirty seconds is all it will take, and then it will be just you and I. Come now. Be a good girl and open wide.”
Jan’s arousal was so strong she couldn’t have resisted if she wanted, and she opened her mouth and looked up at Darius. He was so close she could smell the clean musk of his crotch, see the way his heavy balls clenched and released as if he was so close to coming that it was taking all his strength to hold back. The energy between the three of them felt both playful and competitive, and Jan felt herself getting sucked into the game as well.
“Thirty seconds?” she whispered, smiling up at Darius and shrugging against Ephraim’s hard body. “That sounds like a challenge for me, doesn’t it?”
She heard Ephraim laugh in delight against her, his fingers curling up inside her slit as Darius grinned and stepped right up to her. He slid his fingers through her thick brown hair, holding her head in place, slowly bringing his cock towards her mouth, rubbing his cockhead against her lips until she was coated in his juice.
“If I last thirty seconds,” Darius grunted as he slowly pushed himself into her mouth as she groaned and opened wide for him. “Then I get right of first entry.”
“So be it,” said Ephraim, and Jan heard a beep as the Sheikh set a timer on his watch and then went back to fingering her. “Go.”
At the word Darius pushed all the way into her, his massive cock opening her throat so quickly she had to use every ounce of self-control not to gag and pull away. But she managed to hold on, and now she was sucking him, hard and with vigor, his aroma consuming every sense. The feeling of his hardness in her mouth was sublime, and Jan felt a craving to taste him, to feel his heat pour itself down her throat. It was almost a competitive drive that made her suck him like she’d never done for anyone before, and as she heard the timer tick down, she reached up and grasped Darius’s heavy balls from beneath and began to massage him, coaxing him to come into her mouth.
“Ya Allah,” he groaned as he pumped his cock into her throat, his hands clamping her head so tight she thought her skull would cave in. “I cannot hold it.”
Ephraim’s fingers were playing an orchestra with her clit, curling up into her cunt, massaging her outer lips all at once, and the feeling of his cock pressed up against her ass from behind while Darius fucked her mouth was too much for Jan. Suddenly she came, her pussy squirting a blast of juice in a way that almost made her choke on Darius’s cock as she wondered if she’d peed all over the deck.
Just then the timer went off, and Darius pulled his cock out of her mouth. Jan’s climax hit full force just then, and she screamed up at the sky, spitting out a mouthful of saliva and Darius’s pre-cum as she lost control of everything and everyone.
“Oh, God!” she howled, feeling herself being pushed back onto Ephraim’s hard body, her legs spreading wide as she felt Darius descend on her from the front.
“She is coming from my touch,”
growled Ephraim from behind, and Jan felt him reaching between her thighs and buttocks and trying to guide his cock into her slit from beneath. “I have right of first entry.”
“Thirty seconds is gone, and I have held my ground,” grunted Darius, his voice close to her face, his breath hot against her cheek. “That was the agreement, Ephraim. I am first, and you may follow, like you always do.”
Jan’s orgasm had hit hard, but now it was rolling back and forth like the gentle waves lapping against the shoreline of Noor Island. She reveled in the swells of ecstasy, and everything around her felt so wet it took her a moment to realize that Darius hadn’t actually come and was in fact on his knees as she lay back against Ephraim, his cock pushing into the front of her slit even as Ephraim tried to guide his erection into her from beneath.
For a moment Jan panicked, wondering if these two monsters would tear her apart trying to push themselves into her at the same time, and she flailed and thrashed as she attempted to sit up and get away from them. But Ephraim’s grip was tight, and with Darius’s weight against her front, she couldn’t possibly fight them off. Her panic rose, and she was about to scream for them to stop before a sudden calmness, an almost insane serenity washed over her as her panic settled into a steady buzz of divine arousal.
This is the first test, came the thought as she felt both the Sheikhs’ cocks move towards her slit, one from the front, one from behind and beneath. You have to learn how to control these men, balance their power. If you don’t, they will indeed rip you apart, rip this whole thing apart. These men are not going to give you their power. You have to claim it for yourself.
“No,” she muttered, leaning back against Ephraim and turning her head halfway to receive a savage kiss from him. “I decide, not you. The agreement was thirty seconds, and Darius has the right.”
As she said it she slid her ass down against Ephraim, leaning back and spreading her legs so Darius would have full access. She heard Ephraim growl in anger from behind her, his fingers pinching her nipples ferociously as if to punish her. But she would not yield, and she spread for Darius and looked up at him and nodded just she felt his cock line up with the slick center of her vagina.
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