Familiar Pleasures

by Jory Strong

  The leopard would need to exert its dominance over her. Would need the taste of her blood and the feel of her yielding submissively beneath him.

  But for now it was the man’s needs that would be met and Sunder groaned into Aysa’s mouth. Very nearly came as Savant’s cock worked itself into her back entrance and stroked against his own.

  “Relax,” he heard Savant say to Aysa, and the command made Sunder aware of how she trembled between them.

  He rubbed his tongue against hers to draw her attention away from the cocks that were piercing her, stretching her, perhaps even hurting her.

  When some of the tension left her body he slid his hands to her breasts. Cupped and fondled them for the first time. The feel of her tight nipples against his palms made him want to suck and lave and bite. Had him wishing he’d touched and tasted every inch of her skin before settling onto his back and letting her mount him.

  Aysa moaned as Sunder’s kiss became ravenous. She responded with equal hunger. Used him as her anchor, her fingers tangling in his hair.

  The fierce hunger built as Savant’s cock pressed deeper and deeper. As it rubbed against Sunder’s in the slick wetness of her body. Pumped in and out, the movement driving her clit against Sunder’s flesh.

  It felt so good to be taken like this. To be surrounded, caught between two straining masculine bodies.

  She cried out when Sunder’s fingers tightened on her nipples. Felt herself drawing closer to that golden place Savant had already taken her.

  They were fucking her but they were also fucking each other.

  But what they took, they also gave.

  It was darkly erotic, forbidden. And yet the feel of their cocks deep inside her, rubbing, pressing, bathing in her arousal as they enjoyed each other felt so right. The way they kissed and bit and fondled her, made her a part of their love, touched the deepest places in her soul and filled her heart with hope.

  She gave herself completely. Welcomed the ecstasy as their thrusts came harder and faster. As pain and pleasure blended and nothing mattered but the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of masculine shouts and the hot wash of their seed filling her.

  They lay together on their sides for long moments afterward, content to snuggle as hands glided over sweat-slick skin. As lips touched in gentle kisses.

  Savant was the first to speak, to suggest a trip back to the stream for a bath. Sunder and Aysa agreed and they rose to their feet and left the shallow cave.

  She could sense the leopard’s presence but he was well hidden and she couldn’t see him. She tried to summon him and felt him stir as if rising from a crouch. Yet he didn’t come.

  It surprised and puzzled her. Worried her. If the leopard was seen by someone from the village and killed before she could make it known that he belonged to her… Aysa’s heart began thundering. Death often came to a woman who’d lost her familiar. If a hunter saw the leopard, or a herdsman who feared for his animals…

  Panic beat in her chest like a falcon’s wings. In the village familiars stayed close. In fact, they were rarely out of sight.

  To knowingly harm a woman’s familiar was a crime with harsh penalties. But to do so accidentally…

  “Your leopard is nearby,” Sunder said, pulling her to him so her back was against his chest. “He is safe from harm. Close your eyes and feel the truth of it.”

  She did as Sunder commanded and the warmth from his body soaked into her along with a sense of peace and contentment. Her heartbeat slowed in reaction. Her panic subsided.

  The leopard touched her through the familiar bond, seemed almost to pass through her in a sensuous brush of fur and heat. He was nearby. He would come to her later, when it was safer, when the men had finished mounting her. He would be too dangerous until then.

  The weight of their connection settled in her cunt, making it clench and weep. The impressions were so strong they were almost words and yet Aysa had never heard of such a thing with a familiar.

  She shivered as the leopard’s presence rose from where it had pooled. Desire clawed through her pussy and remained even after the familiar bond weakened as if the huge cat had padded away.

  “You’ll come for me now, little cat,” Sunder said, his voice almost a purr as he bent her over so that her hands were braced against a ledge.

  She ached where the leopard’s spirit had touched. Needed to be covered and taken from behind. Wanted to feel Sunder’s teeth gripping her, biting her so that she would bear his mark just as Savant did.

  Aysa screamed when Sunder’s cock filled her in a single stroke. She kept screaming as he thrust. The sounds escaping her throat were like those of a cat being bred but she couldn’t hold them back and didn’t want to. They fed the hunger, made Sunder a wild, feral lover. And when his teeth clamped down on her shoulder, her sheath spasmed so violently that darkness rushed toward her in the wake of an explosive wave of pleasure.

  Her eyelids fluttered open as cool water slowly encased her lower body. She smiled when she became aware of hard male thighs under her buttocks, a masculine chest against her back, an arm around her waist.

  Savant chuckled softly in her ear and said, “Sunder is going to be impossible to live with from now on.” And as if in agreement, a raven called from a nearby tree.

  Aysa’s gaze went to Sunder who lounged a short distance away, his elbows keeping his chest and head above water while the rest of him was submerged. He smiled in satisfaction and despite everything she’d done with them, a touch of color slid into her cheeks.

  The sight of it had him laughing and moving to join them. He cupped her face and brushed his thumb over her heated skin before kissing her and saying, “When Savant and I set out to find wife, we never thought to encounter a female like you, little cat. I will never forget this day.”

  Pain rushed in where only a second before there had been happiness. Tears threatened and Aysa held herself completely still, not daring even to breathe for fear it would end in a sob.

  She had put off thinking about the future. Would have gladly put it off even longer. But now she was faced with it. Her gaze went to the tree where the raven sat.

  If they were seeking a wife, then it would not be her. It would be a woman with a raven familiar to match Savant’s.

  She would never forget this day either. Nor would she regret it or ruin it with a display of misery.

  She tried to slip from Savant’s lap and put some distance between them but his arm tightened at her waist and prevented her escape. As if sensing her emotional retreat, Sunder crowded closer, straddled Savant’s legs so that his chest touched hers.

  “Please,” she said, intending to ask them to release her but the request lodged in her throat and what came out was only the single whispered word.

  The leopard stalked down the bond. Agitated.

  She had the fleeting sensation it would pounce if she began struggling, though a hasty search of the area around her revealed no sign of the cat.

  “What’s wrong?” Savant asked and the concern in his voice nearly undid her.

  “I…” She swallowed hard against the pain in her chest as she realized that she’d secretly allowed herself to dream of a future with Savant and Sunder. “I should return home. I’m needed there.” Or at least she had been. The leopard familiar would make her a burden to her family. It would mean that she would eventually have to leave the village. But at least for today, her aunt’s home and her family would be her sanctuary.

  “We will go with you,” Savant said. “Sunder and I had thought to take you home with us as soon as possible, but we will stay long enough to ensure that your family’s needs are met and that you won’t worry about their well-being.” He kissed the place on her shoulder where Sunder had bitten. “Our home is high in the mountains, Aysa. It will not be possible to return here often.”

  Confusion filled Aysa. It flooded in along with the return of hope. She licked her lips, suddenly nervous, suddenly afraid to put her wish into words. “You want to take
me home with you? But what about your desire for a wife? I…I don’t think I could share either of you with another woman.”

  Tension flowed away from Savant and Sunder. Both of them smiled with masculine satisfaction, but it was Savant who nuzzled her hair and said. “There will be no other woman, Aysa. How could you think we would want anyone other than you for our wife?”

  “But what about your raven?”

  “My what?”

  She pointed to the bird still perched in a nearby tree. “Your familiar. Warlocks always take wives whose familiars match their own.”

  Her statement was greeted with amused laughter. Savant said, “Not everything said about warlocks is true. But in this case, you and I share a very special familiar.”

  “He belongs to you?” Aysa wriggled free so she could stand and look down at Savant. No wonder he’d known that the huge cat was a snow leopard. “He’s yours? Did you tell him to bind himself to me?”

  “He did that on his own, but I agree with his choice.”

  She glanced at Sunder who gave her a self-satisfied smile. “Run, little cat, and learn the truth.”

  Shock rippled through her. Disbelief.

  There were tales of men who changed into animals. But they were just stories to be told around the winter fire. And yet…looking into Sunder’s exotic face with its gray-green eyes…

  Aysa turned and ran. Not in fear, but in wonder, in anticipation.

  She got as far as the bank before the leopard took her down, its attack coming from the side so she landed on her back, the impact muted by a warlock’s spell. For a moment she was held under the leopard’s body. Felt its luxurious fur pressed to her skin. And then the unbearable pleasure she’d come to associate with Sunder shimmered through her and it was a man who held her to the ground and not the leopard.

  “Spread your legs, little cat.”

  She glanced to the side and saw Savant kneeling there, his cock full, his face taut with desire.

  “Only if Savant joins us,” Aysa said, her cunt flooding as she thought of Savant taking Sunder as Sunder took her.

  The men exchanged a heated glance. It was Savant who said, “Your wish is our command.”

  Aysa laughed and teased. “Always?”

  “If you can form a sentence while in our arms,” Savant said, leaning forward and taking her nipple in his mouth. Blending pain and pleasure together as he knew she enjoyed.

  Sunder joined Savant at her breasts, captured her other nipple and began suckling, his pulls fierce and urgent.

  Aysa arched as fire streaked from her nipples to her clit. She moaned and rubbed herself against Sunder’s rigid flesh. Tilted her pelvis and tried to entice him to penetrate her as they played at her breast.

  He resisted until she was writhing, begging, pleading.

  “What do you want now?” Savant asked, leaving her nipple in order to take her mouth in a long wet kiss.

  “Anything. Everything. As long as it’s with the two of you.”

  Masculine chuckles met her answer. They deepened when she whimpered in loss as Sunder lifted himself off her.

  “You can have what you want in a moment, little cat, but first I need this,” he said, repositioning himself to feast on her cunt.

  Savant took advantage of Sunder’s preoccupation with her lower lips. He recaptured her mouth and thrust his tongue against hers in the same instant Sunder’s invaded her channel.

  Aysa had been so overwhelmed by emotion and desire earlier that she hadn’t noticed before, but she screamed into Savant’s mouth at the exquisite torture Sunder’s cat-rough tongue inflicted. She bucked and cried and fought—both to escape the pleasure and to gain it. But in the end it found her, shimmered over her and left her boneless with satisfaction.

  Savant moved and Sunder reclaimed her mouth, shared the taste of her release with her. He used his thighs to open her unresisting ones and Aysa readily welcomed his cock as he pushed it deep into her channel.

  Her hands slid around to Sunder’s buttocks and spread his cheeks. Heat flashed through her. Total acceptance. Desire unparalleled as inch by inch Savant forged into the man who was also their shared familiar.

  Aysa’s heart swelled with happiness as she looked into their faces. Her body knew only pleasure as the dance toward ecstasy began and they gave themselves up to the ancient rhythms. To the soul-deep completion that could only be found when they were together.

  About the Author

  Jory has been writing since childhood and has never outgrown being a daydreamer. When she’s not hunched over her computer, lost in the muse and conjuring up new heroes and heroines, she can usually be found reading, riding her horses, or hiking with her dogs.

  Jory welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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