Brown, Berengaria - Future Revealed [Embrace the Future 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Berengaria Brown

  Koby was a damn big man. Big everywhere. Six feet two or three, with very broad shoulders, heavily muscled arms and thighs, and a huge cock that brought enormous pleasure to Pagan and Ruby. Koby had blond hair and blue eyes, whereas both he and Ruby had brown hair, and Ruby’s eyes were a hazel that changed colors. Pagan liked watching her eyes when he fucked her. They’d gradually get darker and darker until she climaxed.

  Ruby climbed on the bed and settled herself over his hips, opening a new box of condoms. “These are way past their ‘best before’ date. I hope to hell they still work,” she said.

  “If it breaks, I’ll pull out of you,” Pagan promised.

  “Damn straight you will, and real fast, too.”

  “We’ll write a shopping list later and add condoms to it,” said Koby. He checked the date on the bottom of the jar of lube. “And lube, too.”

  Ruby rolled the condom over Pagan’s dick, and he could almost see himself growing under the gentle touch of her talented fingers.

  Pagan stroked his hands over her sides and then up to her breasts. Damn they were luscious. Full and round with pink nipples poking right out at him, begging him to suck them into his mouth.

  He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up over his cock. “Slide on down, sweet,” he said. Then he groaned as she did. She was as hot as hell and so wet and welcoming his cock damn near burst with joy.

  Pagan grit his teeth and pulled her body down over his so her breasts were closer to his mouth and her ass was up in the air for Koby to prepare her for his giant cock. “Yum,” he said, flicking his tongue over first one nipple then the other.

  But that wasn’t enough. He needed more, so he sucked the entire nipple and the areola into his mouth. She tasted so good, fresh, and sweet-smelling. She always tasted nice. Even though they all used the same soap and deodorant, somehow on her it was an aphrodisiac.

  He released the nipple from his mouth and licked a line between her breasts then nuzzled the valley. Hmm. It’d been a long time since he’d fucked her breasts. He must do that again soon. Maybe even later that night. Then he licked the underside of the other breast, nibbling his way up to heaven, and sucked her nipple. He stretched it and pulled on it, rolled it in his mouth and pressed it against the roof of his mouth, enjoying the little grunts and whimpers Ruby made in response to his actions.

  Meanwhile, Koby was lubing her ass, softening her tissues, and teasing her butt and cunt. Because she was lying almost flat on his body, Pagan could feel everything that Koby was doing through her movements. From time to time, Koby deliberately touched him, too, reminding them all that they were a triad of three equal partners and this was about all of them.

  Pagan kept Ruby’s breast in his mouth, looked up, and dragged his hand over Koby’s chest, pinching a nipple on the way past, then trying not to laugh at Koby’s raised eyebrows.

  “Enough with the foreplay. Let’s get on with the show,” demanded Ruby.

  “Bossy much?” said Koby.

  “I thought women were supposed to like foreplay. Lots and lots of foreplay,” said Pagan.

  “Tomorrow maybe,” said Ruby, forcing his cock deeper inside her by grinding her hips onto his pelvis.

  “Fine by me,” said Koby, laying the jar of lube down and rolling a condom over his cock.

  “About time.” Ruby pulled up off Pagan a little way and slammed back onto Koby’s cock, causing both men to hiss. The sound she gave was almost a purr, Pagan thought.

  His dick was about ready to explode. Her cunt was pure heaven surrounding his cock, bathing him in her hot juices. Her sexy-as-hell breasts were in his face, and her delicious aroma surrounded him. How he’d manage not to come on the first stroke he made inside her was the big question.

  Koby wrapped his long arms around Pagan, pulling Ruby tight against them both, then nodded at Pagan. Together both men withdrew until only the head of his cock was still inside her. Ruby made little whimpering noises of complaint. Then simultaneously they pushed back in, making her purr again. Out and in they stroked, maintaining as slow a pace as Pagan could manage, driving his cock as deep as he could. Pagan reveled in the feeling of Koby’s cock sliding against his, with just the thin wall of tissue separating them. That was so carnal and exemplified their togetherness, their being a triad partnership, both men pleasuring Ruby. But they got back so much more than they gave. Ruby showered them with love and joy every moment of the day.

  Pagan’s spine was already tingling, and if his balls drew up any tighter, they’d disappear inside his body. “Now,” he gasped. Koby nodded, and this time they pounded into her fast and furious, slamming in with all the passion they felt for each other.

  Ruby screamed, and her cunt convulsed around him, her juices coating his cock, her muscles gripping him so hard he was almost unable to move. Pagan knew her ass would be grabbing Koby’s dick just as hard. With that thought, his own cock exploded, his cum pouring into the condom as he drove into her one last time.

  Koby was shuddering, too, so Pagan knew he’d climaxed as well. They usually did all come together. It was like a symbol of their unity, of their connectedness, one to the others.

  Pagan leaned forward and kissed Ruby sweetly and tenderly, then kissed Koby more harshly. Koby responded by nipping his lips before bowing his head and kissing Ruby’s neck.

  They rested just like that for long moments, their cocks still inside Ruby, entangled in each other’s arms.

  Soon it would be time to have that talk about whatever was bothering Koby, but not right then. That moment was for them to just be together.

  Chapter Two

  Later, after they’d washed themselves in the still-warm water and were cuddled together in their bed, Ruby tried to think of a good way to broach the topic of moving in with a community. The problem was not just that their own people had rejected them, but also that it’d taken an enormous amount of work to make that place into their home, and leaving it without sure knowledge of acceptance elsewhere was a stupid thing to do.

  Before she had decided what to say, Pagan spoke. “Koby, you’ve been worrying over something all day. Spit it out.”

  “I’m sorry. Was I a grumpy old bear today with you? I didn’t mean to be. It’s just that we all miss the company now we don’t have the people from the village with us anymore. They were only here a few days, but it made us all aware of how alone we are and how dangerous it could be to just march into a group and expect to be accepted.”

  Ruby nodded. “That’s almost exactly where my thoughts were today, too.”

  “So what decision did you come to?” asked Pagan.

  “None. We’d have to watch a community for days, weeks even, before we could reveal ourselves, and it’d be impossible to stay hidden yet still feed ourselves, and have shelter and so on, for such a long time.”

  “Besides, even a nice welcoming community might have one or two people in it who’d do their damnedest to make our lives a misery,” said Ruby, remembering the way one of her former friends had acted after she found out both Koby and Pagan wanted to bond with her. The other woman had obviously been sure they’d get one man each, and her displeasure was a vicious thing to experience.

  “Not to mention the ones where they’d only be our friends long enough to find out where our food stocks were so they could steal them for themselves,” added Pagan.

  “Winter will be here all too soon, and we can’t do anything until spring anyway, but I guess we could think about our options, likely try to come up with some kind of plan,” said Koby.

  “What kind of plan?” asked Ruby.

  “Damned if I know.”

  They all laughed, and Ruby burrowed into the men, sniffing their chests and loving the feeling of being surrounded by hot, hard man. They were so good to her, and she loved them so much. But she’d enjoyed the company of a larger group of people and missed that communal aspect of life quite badly.

  “It’s a damn shame the people from the village didn’t have enough food
. They accepted us,” said Pagan.

  “They’ll be back though, I reckon, come fall, to collect more food for the next winter. We may see them again. Likely they’ll visit, and we can watch out for them at the grain warehouse,” said Koby.

  “It’ll be easy to miss them though. We’ve never told anyone where we live, and we can’t sit in the grain warehouse for three or four months just waiting for them.” Sadness rolled through Ruby. When she looked at it logically, the chances of them meeting up were very small. They’d likely only come for a few days again. “I wish we could visit with them for a few months.”

  “Yeah, so do I, but they couldn’t possibly feed an extra three people for months. They really can’t feed their own community. Remember how skinny everyone was, and the food they took with them will only keep them through winter, not through spring and summer as well,” said Koby.

  An idea struck Ruby like a lightning bolt. She sat up in bed and said, “Why don’t we visit them and take a truckload of food and other things with us. I bet that transporter we used to bring the swimming pools here is still in the place we hid it. We could use it to tow something we could fill with food. Or we could go looking for a truck of our own.”

  “Hell, yes. We could bring them seeds to grow plants, maybe some young fruit trees, more chickens, even a few sheep, if we found a big enough truck. Then they’d welcome us, and we’d know we weren’t taking stuff they need for themselves.” Pagan sounded as excited as she was.

  “It can’t be until after winter. We need to stockpile enough things for ourselves first, but we can easily watch out for stuff for the village as well,” said Koby.

  Ruby was much too excited to sleep. She jumped out of bed and got a notepad and pen, writing down their ideas as they talked for a long time about what they could transport safely. If they could find a large truck in working order, of course.

  * * * *

  They all worked on the farm for the next few days, weeding, fertilizing, and checking the right amount of water was dripping on each growing plant. Then they packed a week’s food and water, and pored over their maps, trying to decide where to look for a new scavenging zone.

  “Let’s look to the west, out past the farm. Those tracks look unused and overgrown, so it’s a good bet no one’s out that way,” said Koby.

  Ruby nodded and stayed silent. They didn’t like taking her with them into danger, but every now and then, she insisted on going. Men didn’t always see things the way women did, and she liked to go shopping for herself sometimes. She’d also made a list of things she could remember the other women talking about. Milk powder and baby clothes, sheets and pillow cases, and warm woolen socks. She couldn’t understand why the men who’d scavenged for the village all those years hadn’t gotten such things, but likely it was simply because they hadn’t found them in the stores and warehouses they’d visited. Or perhaps they’d simply been very focused on food.

  Their own vehicle was an old delivery van, and it was perfect for their needs. It seated all three of them in the cab, and the sliding side door opened wide enough for even quite large things to be maneuvered inside. Right then it was loaded with a mattress, three pillows, and their thickest blankets. The metal walls of the van didn’t retain heat very well in the cool of the night, but sleeping in the van was always the safest option. Especially if they could hide the van in an abandoned building first.

  “I think we should take a spade and a couple big plastic pots. Maybe out among the farms we could collect some more fruit trees, ones a little bigger than ours, that we could take to the village,” said Koby.

  “Awesome idea!” said Pagan.

  Ruby checked out their maps, although maps was a rather grandiose term for sketches they’d drawn of the roads they’d traveled and the places they’d found worth revisiting. “There’s a heavily wooded area about five miles from the farm. That’s about as far as we’ve been in that direction,” she said.

  “Yeah, that’s right. We were hoping to find berry bushes we could bring back, but it was all just trees,” remembered Koby.

  “So, are we ready to go?” asked Ruby, standing and stretching the kinks out of her back. She was tense and excited, looking forward to the scavenging trip. Or “going shopping” as she preferred to think of it.

  “Just gotta put my boots on,” said Pagan.

  They’d had endless discussions about whether it was better to wear heavy boots that protected their feet or sports shoes so they could run fast if they needed to when on these trips. But overall they’d decided protection was better. They also always dressed in heavy, sturdy clothes, even if the weather was hot. They’d decided it was better to be sweaty, but with all body parts at least somewhat protected, than a more comfortable temperature, which risked getting scratches and scrapes on their skin that might get infected.

  “Oh, disinfectant,” said Ruby, snatching up her list and adding the item to it.

  “Did you put chocolate on the list? And condoms?” asked Pagan.

  “Hell yes!”

  Laughing, they made their way through the building to the ground floor storeroom where they kept their vehicle.

  “We won’t be able to get a big truck through that doorway. We’ll have to leave it in the open area,” said Koby.

  “It’ll only be for winter, and hardly anyone goes scavenging in winter,” said Pagan reassuringly.

  “Jack up the front of it and take a couple wheels off. Then no one will want it,” said Ruby.

  Pagan stared at her. “Brilliant idea.”

  “Yes, I like it, too. Of course it implies we’ll find a truck. But I guess there’ll still be some around the area. Maybe even at the farm. We’ve never really looked anywhere there apart from the kitchen. Finding the chickens was so exciting it’s really all we’ve ever used the place for, apart from the occasional sheep,” said Koby.

  Pagan slid into the driver’s seat with Ruby beside him. Koby waited behind the vehicle to close and lock all the warehouse doors and brush away any signs they’d been there. He walked behind them for a hundred yards or more, ensuring there were no tire tracks leading back to the building.

  Koby opened the passenger door and slid in beside Ruby, and then Pagan increased his speed. The road there had once been part of the highway, which meant it hadn’t deteriorated too badly. It was also another reason they’d chosen that location to live in as it gave them the means of a faster-than-normal exit in several different directions and made them harder to track if anyone did follow them.

  It was yet another consideration if they lived elsewhere, thought Ruby. “Do either of you know how to get to the village where Arthur’s people live?” she asked.

  “We’ll find it,” said Pagan easily.

  “Well, we know roughly where it is. We may have to get out and walk around to find the exact track in,” temporized Koby.

  Ruby nodded. “There can’t be too many valleys in that direction, surely.”

  Their chatter drifted to the scenery as they passed it, and their hopes for the trip. Ruby really wanted to use it to begin collecting items for the village but was also very aware their own needs to survive through winter had to come first. The van wasn’t huge, although it did hold an amazing amount of goods.

  She also kept a hold of her maps and notes, ready to update them if any of the tracks they used had become unsafe, but their journey to the farm was unchanged from previous visits, and the farm looked as if no one had been there in a very long time.

  Ruby collected about thirty eggs, storing them in the crate Pagan made the last year especially for them. They’d catch some chickens to take home for meat if they came back that way. It wasn’t a good idea to travel for several days with chickens in the back of their van, so they couldn’t grab them now. But at least they’d have eggs again for six weeks or so.

  Even though they’d seen no evidence of any other people, the van was still hidden in an old barn. While Ruby collected the eggs, Pagan climbed up into the loft, but th
ere was only old straw and chicken dirt up there.

  Next they went into the farmhouse, bypassing the kitchen, which they’d scavenged from several times, and moving through the other rooms. In the mudroom, there were five waterproof overcoats and a dozen pairs of sturdy boots. “The villagers would like them,” Ruby said. Koby nodded and stacked them in a laundry basket, which he put beside the door for them to collect on their way out.

  All the things in the bathroom were long out of date, and most of the clothing had been taken from the closets in the bedrooms.

  “These people left of their own volition a long time ago,” said Koby.

  “Yeah, that’s what I think, too,” said Pagan.

  Ruby looked through the books on the bookshelf in the den, but nothing appealed to her tastes, so they collected their hamper of coats and boots, and left.

  Koby drove then, bumping down the dirt track they’d taken once before when they’d been hoping to add berry bushes to their own crops. They traveled at walking pace, maneuvering around bushes and trees and dodging the worst of the potholes. Once the track seemed to disappear altogether, and the men got out to scout ahead, finally working out which direction to take.

  They were still following the track, heading west, as darkness started to fall. “We need to find somewhere to stay for the night,” said Koby, worry in his voice.

  “The next time we come to one of those big trees with branches almost to the ground, we’ll park underneath it. We can easily gather some brush to hide the car completely,” said Pagan.

  “It’s not as good as being in a building,” objected Koby.

  “No, but we’ve come so far it’d be stupid to go back to the farm now,” said Ruby.

  Koby nodded but was biting his lip in a way that showed Ruby he wasn’t happy.

  About ten minutes later they came to a huge tree, just a short distance off the track, with branches draping to the ground. Carefully Koby pulled under it, reversing and edging the van until the sliding door was wedged against the tree trunk, so no one could easily break the lock and open it. This meant they all had to climb over the seats to get into the cabin. It was easy enough for Ruby, manageable for Pagan, but a real struggle for the much-larger Koby.