Shared Between Them

by Korey Mae Johnson

  Taric nodded and looked over at her, where she was kicking the river water with her toes as she sat on a boulder on the water’s edge, dripping her legs over the side. “I’d rather fight the giant then tell her we’ve kept that from her for this long.”

  Draevan gave a wry laugh. “Me too, but unfortunately… We killed him already.” Draevan gave him a shove in her direction and said, “Come on. Let’s get this over with…”

  Chapter Seven

  Kyra pulled off her coat as she walked her horse inside the long tunnel within the Crystal Mountains. She hadn’t spoken for five days, now, and she could tell her husbands were getting worried.

  They were quiet now too, although they wasted no opportunity to coddle her. They’d even stopped at the dwarf village at the foot of the mountain, loaded up with supplies, and even bought her cake, hoping to get a smile out of her.

  She had no smiles to give. Something about the weight of the world resting on her womb successfully getting fruited and her being able to raise some sort of ultimate warrior sort of put a halt on the ability to move her face that way. Her brain kept rotating it in her mind over and over and over… She didn’t know how to use a fork for gods’ sakes. How was she supposed to handle this sort of responsibility?

  Hell, last week she didn’t even think she could get pregnant by them. Now… There was a prophecy. The Northlands were known for their soothsayers… She might actually be able to bear children… It was technically very possible that she was pregnant already.

  It didn’t even matter if the prophecy was true. She was going to be going to a place where they very much believed it, and she would be watched and subjugated for the rest of her life… Or until the Dark Wizard was slain.

  Draevan had begged for her to just ‘be mad at them’. About what? If she was one of them, she wouldn’t have told her either! And when they told her, she’d just taken a life for the first time! She was near tears, emotions broiling on the surface, still shaking from the sensation of having a blade under her throat.

  The added news made her head feel like it was going to explode.

  Now, she could still barely enjoy the Crystal Mountains… which she had never gotten to do before, because she’d never actually been in them… Walking through the caves of the Crystal Mountain was like walking around in a diamond. One lantern made the room as bright as day. The inside was also quite warm—a vast contrast to the outside.

  “Let’s camp here,” Taric advised, pointing to a place along an inner-mountain stream as he jumped off his horse. “It’s not like we have daylight to worry about. We should stop when we’re ready, or else we’ll be going all day and all night.” He took her horse’s bridal and led them both up to the stream before he put up his arms and helped her off.

  Her husbands had been too weary of her anger, or emotions, that they hadn’t taken her for days. She felt Taric’s unrelenting erection through the fabric of his trousers when he helped her onto the ground, and her brain finally focused on it—on him—on the need inside of her.

  She had gotten unused to going this long without one of them inside of her. She missed it. She just didn’t know how to say that she wanted it, and that everything was okay, and that she forgave them for not telling her of the prophecy at all, and that she loved them.

  She really, really did love them; it was impossible not to, especially now that she was used to their gruff words and ways in bed. She was used to threats of their firm-handed discipline, too. Once she’d gotten used to that, it was easy to see that they adored her, and she loved that they did.

  She sighed, happy to be thinking about them for a change. Just them, and now, and not the future.

  They glanced up as they built a fire just large enough to cook on and smiled hopefully at her, as if they were relieved to hear her make noise at all. Then, as if they were afraid of being rude by staring, they went back to their work. She closed her arms in front of her chest, chewing her lip, wondering how to start conversation after being silent for so many days. The silence was now beginning to feel awkward.

  She walked around the nearest bend for just a moment, looking for something to do rather than hover over them, but as she heard them converse quietly with each other, seeming to be planning on ‘who was going to try to talk to her’ that day, she found herself pulling off the dress around her and letting it drop to the ground. She quickly braided her hair to pull it off the back of her neck, then straightened her shoulders and walked back out into the small cavern they had put the bedroll down in.

  They looked at her, looked down, then seemed to realize she was naked and looked up, their eyes round, their muscles tense and glittering in the rainbow light within the cavern.

  She put up her hand. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she said when Taric opened his mouth to say something. “I love you, and I trust you to decide what I do and don’t need to hear. It’s not like you don’t have your own language, and I don’t mind that. You would never say or do, or not say or not do, anything except if you thought it was for the best.” She took a breath. “I want you.”

  Draevan was the first one to find his tongue. “Which one of us?” he asked her.

  She looked at them and blinked; she wasn’t sure. She didn’t want either one to just sit and wait his turn with her or to feel left out. “I’m not part of two families,” she told him, gesturing to her marriage-markings on her wrist—she noticed long before that they were completely identical to each other. “We’re all entwined; we’re in the same family. I don’t want you separately tonight. I want both of you, like I had you on our wedding night.”

  Taric swallowed and said, “So… You want us both at the same time?”

  She controlled her smile. She could almost feel an excited energy filling up the air again. “I want to lose myself a little. I want you both however I can have you, and much and as hard as you can give me.”

  They were very still, and very thoughtful, just blinking excitedly at her like children about to receive a present. She couldn’t help but break into a laugh. “Well, if neither if you want me, I’ll just take care of myself…” she threatened, turning her hip.

  She didn’t even get a foot entirely off the ground to step forward when she felt spun around and tilted over Draevan’s broad shoulder. She squeaked with excitement as Draevan exclaimed, “If we’re dreaming, I don’t want to wake up. Did you hear what our wife just demanded, Taric?”

  “I did. And I won’t disappoint. Tonight, we’ll hump any residual silence right out of her!” He gave a laugh. “Put her down, you ass… I’ve been thinking of this pussy of hers like a man lost in the desert dreams of water!”

  Draevan dropped her to her feet on the bedrolls, and Taric, who had apparently been in a rush to get nude, brought her down to lie on the mat. His eyes were so intense that she found herself embarrassed by his touches. He nipped at her breasts and the skin on her belly until her bottom was all the way on the padding; then he grabbed her thighs and with a yank and an “oof!” she found herself on the flat of her back with her thighs up in the air, presenting her dripping cunny to him.

  He finished spreading her legs apart and pressed his middle and index finger deep into her until his knuckles hit against her clit. She bit her lip, watching the seductive, animalistic look on his face as he plunged his fingers deep into her. “You’re soaked,” he told her, which was surely obvious before they started; he just liked to say it to make her cheeks blush. “Does this feel good, my little elfling?”

  She nodded, still chewing on her bottom lip timidly.

  “Use your words, darling,” he told her. “I missed the sound of that sexy voice of yours. Do you like having something inside of you?” he inserted a third finger.

  “Yes,” she hummed, thrusting her bottom up to meet his hand’s thrusts.

  “Good, my slutty little wife, because you are going to be full this evening. We are going to use your three sexy little holes how we see fit,” he gave her one of those cat-who-caug
ht the cream grins.

  That made her a little nervous. She wasn’t used to taking him up her bottom yet; it had only happened a few times, and she could never truly relax enough to make it feel as good as he promised it could be. “That’s right, baby,” Draevan said, flattening himself next to her. He was naked now as well, and the head of his rod was thick enough that it nearly reached his navel, peaking far above the mess of blonde hair at its base. “Daddy’s going to take this tight little bottom for himself, especially after hearing so much about it.”

  She had a very bad feeling that he was ‘Daddy’ now. She actually liked when they called themselves that—there was something some dominant about it, mixed with just the right bit of ‘naughty’… That being said, Draevan was even bigger than Taric. “Not my bottom,” she begged Draevan. “Even Taric’s too hard, I—”

  “Shh, shh,” Draevan said, then sucked one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. “It will feel good,” he promised. “Just trust me, baby.”

  She whimpered and would have maybe argued more, but Taric pressed his tongue at that moment onto her swollen nub, and she gasped out wildly, bucking her hips up again. “Gods, you’re excitable!” Taric laughed. “Don’t rush this, little one. We’ve got all night.”

  She felt a surge of impatience flash through her body. Once she got ‘in the mood’, her men told her she had no patience. She wanted to cum right away; she was certain they could make it happen for her in a single minute, but sometimes they’d stretch it out for hours before letting her have her release.

  But they liked making this an event, and she couldn’t blame them for that; every time they made her suffer with waiting, she felt closer to them, more satisfied afterwards.

  “Draevan,” she whined as he nipped her nipple more. “That feels so good…”

  “Don’t stop, Cousin,” Taric suggested and grabbed her arms. “Just pause. I’m taking her, here…” He lay down on his back, and Draevan’s mouth left her just as he and Taric arranged her entrance above Taric’s cock, then slowly lowered her body. She moaned, pleasure saturating her as she took in Taric’s length.

  Draevan returned to her nipple, pawing the other wildly as Taric grabbed her bottom with both hands and forced her weight up and down in rapid succession, slamming his length into her, deep. Her back arched back, her eyes fluttering.

  “Alright, I can’t take this,” Draevan announced, his voice hardened with lust. He got up on his hands and knees and crouched over her, feeding her his length into her mouth. “Come on, honey…” he cooed as she lovingly lapped him with her tongue and took him in. “That’s my girl. Gods, you know how to suck a cock, elfling. I won’t even tell anyone how good you do this,” he grumbled. “I don’t want anyone trying to steal you away, and they would, because your mouth is… gods… so good…”

  He took her braid gruffly with his hand and began to control his thrusts into her mouth, the head of his phallus touching her throat with every move. According to Draevan’s expression, he wasn’t lying—he was in heaven. His eyes were nearly completely black, looking drunk and at the same time possessive of that part of her body.

  At the same time, Taric was pressing into her pussy, his length hitting her cervix. Just as she was certain she’d feel him spray his juices into her, he pulled out. “I want a piece of her ass first,” he declared. “I’ll get her ready for you.”

  As graceful as dancers, the men moved in their positions. She was crying like a kicked puppy about losing Taric’s warm cock form her wanting pussy. “Don’t worry, honey,” Taric said, pushing her forward onto her knees. “It won’t be empty for long. Get that bottom up.” He gave her bottom cheek a loud, echoing slap with his command.

  With a disappointed ‘harrumph’, she complied. “You’re going to hurt! Can’t you just have your way with my cunny?” she asked in a pout.

  Taric cupped her sex and rubbed some of her own juices up to her bottom hole to lubricate her. “You know what good husbands do with pouty wives?” Taric teased, although his tone was gruff as he rubbed his cock against her small hole. “They stuff their bottoms full of cock…”

  She froze, intimidated by the idea. “Taric!” She felt a delightful penetration as he slipped a single finger in and pumped it in and out a few times before pressing the smooth, hard head of his cock into her. She winced, but then Draevan was suddenly right there, holding up her head, and kissing her. “Relax,” he soothed, brushing her hair. She couldn’t help it; there was something about Draevan’s deep voice that eased her muscles. “That’s a good girl… I know it’s hard, but just take in a deep breath and let it out…”

  Taric’s penis pressed through her tight rectum, stretching her opening. She sucked in air, and so did he. “She’s so tight…” Taric hissed, and pulled out of her for a second before pushing himself back in, this time going deeper. He repeated the process.

  “It hurts,” she whined, looking up at Draevan.

  He kissed the top of her pointing ear. “He’ll make it feel good. Taric, give her a moment.”

  At his command, Taric buried his length fully into her and stilled. She whimpered slightly for a moment, but eventually she took a deep breath and didn’t feel any pain anymore.

  “That’s it, baby. Relax that bottom. Feels better, doesn’t it?” Draevan cooed, stroking some strands out of her face. He looked over her head and asked, “And what’s wrong with you?”

  She looked over her shoulder and saw that Taric had a tensed, pained look on his face. “Trying not to come,” he responded. “Fuck, it’s tight.” He gave a short laugh and then started thrusting.

  Oh, my… She was beginning to perspire, her whole body feeling hot and warm. Her body hummed at Taric’s intensity as he began to pump into her harder. “Draevan,” she said, looking at him hungrily. “I want you in my mouth, now.”

  “Woah,” Draevan said, looking taken aback by such a snarling order. He smirked. “Don’t say I don’t spoil you,” he joked. He put a knee up and to the side, giving her better access to his cock, which he was pumping with his hand until she put her lips around it. He stroked his hand down her neck and back, petting her like she was a cat.

  She felt a bead of sweat drop against her bottom. Taric was gripping her thighs tightly in his fingers, thrusting viciously now. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked. “Being filled in two holes?”

  She flushed again, feeling naughtier than ever. “Mmmhmm,” she agreed flirtatiously with her lips still suckling the head of Draevan’s thick manhood.

  “Of course you do, you little slut,” Taric said, giving her bottom another firm slap. “Draevan—she’s got a warm cunt here that needs filling.”

  “If she likes being filled in two holes, let’s see if she likes being fucked in two,” Draevan replied mischievously. They hadn’t ganged up on her since her wedding night, but somehow them talking to each other was sexy to her—she had both of her husbands’ attention at the same time, and they were working together to bring her what she was already sure would be an orgasm she’d never forget.

  Taric pulled out for a moment, and Draevan lay down and slid her up along his chest, spread her legs wide to each side of him, and kissed her deeply as he guided his cock into her.

  She thrust wildly against him in return to his own movements, groaning at how his thickness felt in her.

  She thought Taric would come along to her front, but he didn’t. Instead, he came and squatted behind her and lined his hard rod back against her swollen anus. She gasped, but before she realized what he’d planned, Draevan froze and Taric pushed himself inside of her, panting.

  “You start,” Taric wheezed, sounding like he had his cock in a vise.

  Draevan chuckled and began to thrust inside of her again.

  The sensation was incredible—she felt so stretched, so full, so overwhelmed with pleasure and pain. Taric started pumping in and out of her ass, as well. One after another, one would be thrusting up while the other thrust back, working in perfect rhythm.
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  She was screaming, but she didn’t know why. It felt like she was going to burst with lust; she could feel the orgasm begin to grow to the point that she was going to start sobbing soon if they didn’t let her come; she could feel her throat begin to restrict as tears stung her eyes.

  “Are you gonna come on your daddies’ cocks, honey?” Draevan asked her, filling her brain with naughtiness.

  The words were like Draevan pushed a button. “Fuck!” she cried. Taric put an arm around her, and they all jerked, roared, and groaned at the same time. She could feel their cum spurt, their last hungry thrusts continue languidly, and her muscles milking them dry.

  They stayed still, panting for a long time.

  She thought she was done, until Taric started to move within her again. He actually felt hard already…

  “I’m not fucking done.” Taric swallowed dryly and continued. “I want to blow into that pussy, too. Let’s fill her until it’s dripping down her thighs.”

  “Taric, you’re so vulgar!” she found herself chiding over her shallow breaths. “Where did you hear such words?”

  “Whorehouses,” Draevan answered with a soft chuckle, and then looked over his shoulder. “I want in her ass. This will work well.” He groaned and sat up, pulling himself completely out of position.

  She blinked, scrambling for words, but they were already picking her up and manipulating her body. Both pulled out of her, leaving her feeling strangely chilly in the hot room. But then Draevan turned her gently, put his arms under her arms, pressed her back to his chest, and leaned backwards onto the ground, grabbing her knees and spreading them wide apart. He relaxed his arms merely to match his cock up to her anus. “You’re too thick, Draevan!” she complained. “You’re gonna hurt me!”

  “Oh, my poor sweetheart,” he hummed in her ear, biting her earlobe. “You always say that before you’re begging for more.” With that, he gave a firm thrust into her.

  For a second, tears spilled down her face at the burning pain, but just as Taric had done earlier, he waited, and eventually began to hump her from behind, thrusting his arms up and down. It was as if her weight was nothing!