Authors: Kaitlyn O'Connor
When she’d settled Claire for the night, she went into her room and prepared for phase two.
Reuel and Pierce were in the middle of a game of chess when she strolled from the room and sat down on the couch, too involved to begin with to notice her. Finally, Reuel had glanced toward her with a smile on his face that froze. Pierce, alerted by Reuel’s expression, glanced at her and then did a double take.
She smiled at them, wagging her knees casually.
The two men exchanged a look, as if they were trying to figure out who the invitation was for. "Both," Dalia murmured, crooking her finger at them as she got up and headed back to her room.
They’d only engaged in a three way twice before and both times it had been, mostly, an accidental encounter. She’d never summoned them both and they glanced at each other uncomfortably for several moments before they both rose abruptly and followed Dalia into her room.
She was lying on the bed, propped up on one arm.
Pierce skimmed out of his clothing and joined her before Reuel had his boots off.
Grinding his teeth, Reuel finished undressing and moved to the other side of the bed, skating his hand down her back and cupping her buttocks. She rolled onto her back when Pierce broke the kiss and Reuel took the opportunity to fondle her breasts, teasing them with his fingers. Pierce watched as he leaned down to suckle one nipple and abruptly moved to the end of the bed. Catching Dalia’s legs, he parted them and covered her mound with his mouth.
Dalia gasped, feeling her body rocket from desire to mindless passion within seconds as they teased her with equal finesse, unable to focus on any one point of stimulation as their mouths worked magic on her body and it climbed screamingly toward release.
Gasping, she squeezed her eyes closed and allowed her body to respond without restraint. Within moments, jolts of pleasure went through her as her body convulsed in release.
When she opened her eyes, she saw that both of them were studying her.
Weakly, she rolled onto her side and then got up on her knees. Pushing Reuel to his back, she caught his cock in her hand and ran her tongue around the head, sucked it, licked it again. He gripped the bed, groaning.
For several moments, Pierce merely sat back on his heels, watching. Finally, he moved around behind her and pushed her legs apart, pushing inside of her. She groaned, feeling her belly clench, feeling it burgeon with renewed need. Moving slowly at first, and then more quickly as their desire built, they pleasured one another.
Her second climax hit her harder than the first, went on longer. She groaned as it washed over her, moving over Reuel greedily, until her urgency communicated itself to him and his body began to convulse with his own release. Pierce gripped her hips harder and raced to meet his crisis even as the last echoes of her climax began to fade.
Sated, exhausted, they collapsed on the bed together in a tangle of arms and legs.
Dalia rolled to her back, her head on Reuel’s stomach, drowsing slightly as Reuel smoothed her hair. Pierce shifted and dropped his head on her stomach, caressing her hip and thigh.
Dalia sighed. The only thing she liked better than sex with Reuel, or Pierce, was sex with Reuel and Pierce. She thought about and amended it to sometimes.
"We’re going to have a baby," she said.
Both Reuel and Pierce sat up abruptly, dumping her onto the bed.
"Whose?" they said almost in stereo.
Dalia chuckled and glanced at Reuel lovingly. He’d been undergoing experimental ‘treatments’ they hoped would make him capable of producing viable sperm. He’d never actually said anything after that one time when he’d admitted that he hadn’t been capable of impregnating her, but she knew it tormented him to think he couldn’t.
When she glanced at Pierce finally, she saw that he was trying not to look crestfallen. Sitting up, she put one arm around Pierce’s neck, and one around Reuel’s. Leaning close to Reuel, she kissed his cheek. "Yours." She turned to Pierce and kissed his lips. "And yours."
They looked at her blankly. "Mine or his?"
Sometimes they sounded like twins.
"Both," she clarified.
Reuel and Pierce exchanged a confused, and not very pleased, glance. "We both did it? Is that even possible?"
Dalia started laughing. "You ask me this when we started out as machines on an assembly line?"
They still looked more stunned than thrilled. Leaning back, she caught one of Reuel’s hands and one of Pierce’s and carefully placed them on her belly. "The boy is Reuel’s. The girl is yours, Pierce."
The End