Val held himself in place for a long moment, then pulled back out and thrust slow and shallow a few times while she caught her breath.
“Are you all right, sharali?” Garen asked. Lariah nodded her head. Garen nipped her neck lightly, then licked the spot, sending shivers up her spine. “Do you want him to come in your throat?” he asked, a hot whisper in her ear.
Lariah moaned and nodded at once. The idea alone was nearly enough to make her climax.
“He’s going to push in, you swallow, then he’ll pull out again. A couple more times of that and he’s going to be ready to come. Are you ready?”
Lariah nodded again, and at once Val thrust to the back of her throat. She swallowed and felt him pop into her throat again and hold it there for a long moment.
“You are so beautiful with Val’s cock in your throat,” Garen said. “Makes me want to come just looking at it.”
Val pulled out, thrust in again, and she swallowed. She caught the rhythm of it quickly, breathing, swallowing, then breathing again as he pulled out, keeping her throat relaxed as Garen’s hot whispers suggested. She felt herself grow hotter and wetter as Trey fucked her with his fingers while he licked and sucked her pussy. Garen stroked the thick bulge of Val’s cock in her throat, whispering encouragement in her ear.
“He’s going to come soon sharali,” Garen said. “He’s going to hold his cock in your throat while he comes. You won’t be able to breathe, so if he stays too long, you tap your hand on me and I’ll make sure he pulls out. Understand?”
Lariah nodded her head, almost frantic now with the need to feel Val come in her throat, and to come herself. Val pushed to the back of her throat and she swallowed at once, loving the way it felt when he popped through into her throat.
“He’s going to come now baby, get a good breath,” Garen warned her. The next time Val pulled back she inhaled deeply. Val shoved himself back into her mouth with a harsh groan. She swallowed hard and then he was deep in her throat and she felt him pulsing against her tongue, his hard cock jerking in her throat, his hot seed pouring into her triggering her own climax. Trey groaned along with Val as her hot passage squeezed his fingers tightly as she came, drenching him with her hot cream.
Val pulled out of her throat just before she needed to breathe, and then held himself in her mouth as she sucked and licked him until their orgasms faded. After a few moments he slid his cock out of her mouth and knelt to kiss her lips, her nose, her cheeks while she caught her breath. “That was wonderful baby,” he whispered to her, his voice hoarse with emotion. Lariah smiled at him as she raised her head to kiss him back.
“Yes, it was,” she agreed softly.
Trey stood up, lifting her legs off of his shoulders. Val and Garen each reached out to support one leg, spreading her wide for Trey, watching as he placed the large head of his cock against her entrance.
Lariah lifted her head, tensing when she saw the size of Trey’s cock compared to her own body. “Relax sharali,” Garen soothed her. “You were made for us, as we were made for you. We will all fit you perfectly.”
Completely trusting that they would not hurt her, Lariah let her head fall back to the bed. She tried to relax as she felt the enormous head of Trey’s cock pressing into her slowly, a tiny bit at a time, giving her body a chance to stretch around him, easing his way into her hot, wet sheath. Lariah’s pussy spasmed against the invading flesh as though trying to pull him in deeper, faster. She lifted her hips toward Trey, feeling an intense need to have him inside her, all the way, hard and deep. Trey placed one hand on her hip, preventing her from accomplishing what her body was screaming at her to do
“Let me do this slow, little love,” he gasped. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Lariah moaned, her head tossing back and forth, the need in her body demanding what he was refusing her. Her nails raked the bed and her body began to shiver uncontrollably.
“Did we overdo the pheromones?” Val asked as he watched her writhe on the bed.
“I don’t think so,” Garen replied after watching her for a moment. “I haven’t released any since right after we came into the bedroom. What about you two?” Trey and Val both shook their heads. Garen sent a tiny thread of magic into her, testing her feelings and reactions. He smiled. “This isn’t pheromones. This is our Lariah. Hot and needy. Wanting her men to stop messing around and fuck her already.”
“Is that it little love?” Trey asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Do you need me to fuck you hard?”
Lariah moaned, then opened her eyes and looked directly into Trey’s. “Yes, please, hurry, now now now,” she panted.
Trey grinned, and pulled out until the head of his cock rested just inside her entrance. Garen grasped her throbbing little clit between his fingers and began milking it while Val reached for her breasts. Then, without warning, Trey suddenly shoved forward, tearing through the thin tissue of Lariah’s hymen, burying himself deep inside of her, his cock resting against the very entrance of her womb. At the same time Garen pinched her clit firmly. Lariah arched her back off the bed and came hard, her skin pebbling, breasts flushing red as the orgasm ripped through her. Trey waited just until Lariah’s back lowered to the bed, and then began thrusting long and deep, reveling in the hot, hard, wet clasp of her velvet sheath around him. He had never felt anything so good, so exquisitely perfect as being inside of Lariah. He gritted his teeth against the need to climax, wanting this first time to last, but knowing that she was too hot and he was too close. He pounded into her, faster, harder, until he reached the end of his control.
“Lariah,” he rasped. She looked up, meeting his eyes with her own. “Come, now,” he ordered.
Lariah’s eyes widened and again her back arched off the bed as she climaxed, her muscles rippling tightly around his cock, bathing him with her cream as she came. Her instant obedience to his command snapped what little control he had left and he roared as he joined her, flooding her with his seed.
As soon as Trey was finished giving Lariah every drop he had, he withdrew and stepped aside, trading places with Garen. Garen entered her in one, hard thrust, going as deep as he could, then pulling out and slamming home again. He couldn’t believe how fantastic she felt wrapped around his hard, aching cock. Nothing had ever come close to the sensation of her velvety hot walls clasping him tightly, her muscles milking him hard even as he slammed himself deep inside of her. The sight of Lariah climaxing at Trey’s command had him teetering on the edge of his own control, but he wanted to give her one more orgasm first. So he gritted his teeth and picked up the pace even more, fucking her hard and fast. She matched him stroke for stroke, her pussy gushing around him. She was so beautiful with her long silky mane of red-gold hair spread out around her, her big green eyes bright and hot, her lips swollen from Val’s cock, her breasts flushed with her orgasms, her nipples hard and red from all the pinching they had received. He groaned at the sight of her, their woman, hot and wet and swollen from their love. It was hard to believe how perfect she was for them.
Garen reached down and pinched her clit, released it, then pinched again in time with his thrusts. It wasn’t long until he knew they were both close. “Now,” he ordered, his jaw clenched with effort, knowing that she was about to come anyway but wanting, needing to give her the order. As she had Trey, she obeyed him at once. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as her entire body strained hard, then shuddered for long moments as the orgasm went on and on. Garen joined her with a roar, his cock jerking deep inside of her womb, his seed flooding her, blending with Trey’s, marking her as theirs in the most primitive way.
Garen leaned forward over Lariah, bracing himself above her as he fought to catch his breath. After a few moments he withdrew from her and, along with his brothers, checked her body carefully. Garen looked up at Trey, then Val, and they smiled at each other, their hearts swelling with emotion. They would always treasure this moment together, after loving their woman for the first time, en
suring she was well, checking her, soothing her, caring for her, loving her.
Lariah was still panting, a light sheen of sweat covering her body, her muscles trembling from the strain of her orgasms. Once all three brothers were satisfied that she was well, Garen slid his arms beneath her and lifted her from the bed.
The bathroom had been designed specifically for four people. There were two large showers, each with several spray heads and tiled seats, as well as a huge tub, four sinks set into dark, polished marble countertops and many other gleaming fixtures.
Trey and Val turned on the shower heads in the largest shower and adjusted the temperature. When it was warm, but not too hot, Garen stepped in, still carrying a drowsy Lariah. The warm water woke her up a little, and Garen set her on her feet. Then the three of them washed her from head to toe, even shampooing her hair. They wouldn’t let her do anything more than stand there unless they asked her to raise a foot or lift an arm. When they were finished, they wrapped her in soft warm towels, and left her sitting on a cushioned stool while they returned to the shower.
After drying her hair and combing it out, Trey lifted her into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom. “You guys don’t have to carry me around all the time you know,” she said sleepily. “I can walk.”
Trey smiled and kissed her on the nose. “Why would we let you walk when we can cuddle you in our arms instead?” he asked as he slid her into the gigantic bed. Lariah was too sleepy to answer, so she just shrugged a little as she felt Garen slip into the bed next to her, then roll her gently to her side before maneuvering her body on top of his. She rested her cheek against his chest, yawning once more as she felt Trey and Val climb into the bed on either side of her. As soon as she felt all three of her men close to her, each of them touching her, something deep inside of her that had been tight and tense since her mother’s death years before relaxed. Lariah sighed and fell into the deepest, most peaceful sleep she had ever known.
Neither Garen, Val nor Trey wanted to leave the bed. This was the first night the four of them would sleep together and they wanted to treasure each moment of it. But they also had a duty to protect the woman they all loved. After awhile, Trey slipped out of bed and left the room. He was back a couple of minutes later, his eyes glittering with barely suppressed excitement. The three of them gently pulsed a tiny thread of magic into Lariah to ensure her rest was not disturbed during their absence, then they all left the room.
Garen saw Tiny lying outside the bedroom door with a mournful expression on his face, and he stopped to pat the dog on the head. He stood up and gestured, smiling as the huge dog leapt to his feet, tail wagging happily as he hurried into the bedroom. Garen watched as Tiny looked over the edge of the bed, and then, satisfied that Lariah was there and safely asleep, he curled up near the door, laid his head on his paws with a sigh and went instantly to sleep.
Garen felt a sense of added security knowing that Tiny would always look after Lariah, especially when they could not see her themselves. Even as weak as the animal was, he would be a formidable opponent should anyone threaten her. Garen looked forward to the time when Tiny regained his full health, both for the dog’s sake, and for Lariah’s. Satisfied that Lariah would not awaken, and that should anyone threaten her Tiny would warn them, he hurried to the study where Trey and Val were waiting for him.
By the time Garen entered the study, Trey and Val had the vid message ready to play. Garen sat down and Trey started it.
The face of a middle-aged human male came on the screen. The man was bald, his head shiny in the dim lighting behind him. He had deep worry lines around his eyes and mouth. After a brief, formal address and introduction of himself, he said, “First, I wish to apologize for the short delay in responding to your message. Our enemies employ many sophisticated ruses, and our message authentication routines take a little time to run. As you know, the Xanti are particularly good at faking vid messages. Now that I am sure that you are who you say you are, and as Jasan is a party to the Intersystem Convention on Law Enforcement and Counter-Intelligence, and once I notify you that everything I say to you is to be considered a State Secret under Article 45 of that treaty, I can speak openly with you.
“Second, please accept my thanks for the information that Lariah Daniels is well. I had verified that her shuttle reached Jasan several days ago, and I was able to tell that she had not accessed the account I set up for her. Therefore, I had no way of knowing if she’d established herself on your world, which caused me some personal concern.” The Director paused here, and his eyes took on a haunted expression. “What was done to that young lady was…” he paused, swallowed hard, “horrific, all the more so as she is part of our agency ‘family.’” He paused again, cleared his throat. “She deserves peace and safety and happiness. I hope you give her that.”
The man lowered his eyes for a moment and clenched his jaw. There was no doubt that the emotion on his face and in his eyes was real.
“I have double encrypted this message with a source code as the decrypt key so that only the viewer who sent the original message can see this. We are currently running an operation to trap Loggia. In fact, by the time you receive this message, I hope to have information on the final outcome. I will send another message when I receive the next update on its status. I’m sorry, but I just can’t disclose further operational details at this time. I know I have at least one mole inside my organization. Maybe more.” He smiled grimly, “By the time I next update you, I expect to have them identified. And dealt with.
“Again, thank you for the contact. Please be patient. I will get back to you as soon as I have more definitive information.”
The screen went blank, and Trey turned it off. They sat in silence for a little while, each lost in his own thoughts. Finally Garen stood up. “The message will get here when it gets here. For now I want to be in bed with Lariah.”
Trey and Val smiled in agreement and followed Garen out of the study, Trey flipping the light off behind them.
Chapter 11
Lariah awoke alone in the gigantic bed, the bright morning sunshine streaming through the open windows. She sat up, smiling as she stretched luxuriously, pleased to note that, like the guest room, this room had a door that led out to the patio and garden. She hadn’t noticed that the night before. She blushed at the sudden rush of memories. Tiny thumped his tail on the floor and nudged the door leading out to the garden with his nose. Lariah laughed.
“Can’t wait to get out into that fresh air, can you?” she asked as she slid off the bed. She spotted a soft green bathrobe lying across the foot of the bed and slipped it on, smiling at the thoughtful gesture as she crossed the room to open the door for Tiny. She felt a mild buzzing sensation in her head that she was quickly becoming familiar with, and laughed again, a little ruefully this time.
“Sorry boy,” she said as she opened the door for the large dog. “Just don’t do it in the garden,” she told him as he rushed out the door and headed for the low garden wall. She watched as he leapt easily over the barrier, and rushed up the low hill behind the house toward a grove of trees that he had selected as his private facility area.
“Good morning, my heart,” Val said as he stepped out onto the patio from the living room, a large cup of steaming coffee in his hand. He set the cup down on a table and wrapped his arms around Lariah, kissing her deeply. When he was finished, Lariah’s knees felt a little weak.
“Good morning,” she replied when she got her breath back. Val grinned at her and she swiped playfully at him. “I think it’s going to be a beautiful day today.”
Val grinned. “Well, that’s good since we thought you would like to have your first riding lesson this morning.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful news!” Lariah exclaimed. “I can hardly wait! I’ll go get ready. When are we going?”
“Right after you eat breakfast,” Val replied.
“Oh, I’m not hungry,” Lariah said. “I’ll get dressed right now and then we can go.�
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“No, little love,” Trey said from the bedroom doorway. “If you don’t eat breakfast, we don’t take you riding.” Lariah frowned as she turned and stepped back into the bedroom, watching Trey as he approached her with a large mug of coffee. He handed her the mug, taking the opportunity to kiss her good morning. When he stepped back she looked up to see Garen standing in the doorway with a grin on his face. Lariah opened her mouth, but he shook his head before she uttered a sound.
“You know very well that you need to start eating better,” he said as he crossed the room to her, bending down to take his turn at kissing her good morning.
“How are you this morning, sharali?” he asked. “Are you sore anywhere?”
Lariah shook her head and blushed. “I’m fine,” she replied. Garen gazed at her intently for a long moment and she dropped her eyes. “Okay, maybe a tiny bit sore, but honestly, I’m fine.”
Garen continued to stare at her for another moment before nodding. “Very well,” he said finally. “We will take you riding, but then you must spend some time in a hot bath. Do we have an agreement?”
“Yes,” she agreed at once, grinning happily.
“I’m afraid we have not yet had a chance to move your belongings, little love,” Trey said. “You’ll need to go to the guest room to retrieve your clothing.”
“Okay, I’ll go get dressed and meet you guys in the kitchen,” she said.
Carrying the precious mug of coffee carefully so that she didn’t spill any, she decided to take a short cut and stepped back out onto the patio and crossed over to the guest room door. She hurried inside, leaving the door open for Tiny when he returned.
She opened drawers and slammed them shut, hastily grabbing jeans, shirts and other apparel that the guys had insisted she needed to wear for riding. Several minutes later she emerged from the bathroom ready for her first experience riding a horse. She wore soft, pale blue jeans, a blue shirt and brown pointy toed boots. Her hair was braided down her back and she was carrying a pair of brown riding gloves and a brown hat. She felt a little silly, almost as though she were wearing a costume. While the boots and jeans and hats worked well for the guys, she wasn’t used to seeing herself dressed this way.
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