Brown, Berengaria - Possess Me [Possessive Passions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

Chapter Two

“Your body is tense, precious one. What’s wrong? Are your thoughts sad? Have we not pleased you?” asked Stan.

“Oh yes. You’ve both pleased me extremely well. I’ve never had such wonderful orgasms before. It’s just—”

“Just what? Spit it out, Shiloah. We can’t fix the problem until you tell us what it is,” said Goa.

Shiloah loved the feeling of being surrounded by masculine muscles. The men’s bodies were so very different from being hugged by a female friend. Instead of cushiony softness it was all unyielding firmness. She had a real sense of being protected and treasured. It made her feel warm inside. It also made her pussy weep with desire for more orgasms. Oh my, they’d given her some outstanding ones already tonight.
And I want more!

But what would happen next? Sure, they’d said Father Yeshe would conduct their wedding ceremony tomorrow, and that would be wonderful, but where would they live? The apartments here in purple block were comparatively new and quite attractive, but they weren’t very large and there was no space for her to set up an office where she could do all the paperwork that she needed for the rose products business, Fragrant Roses, she and her mama ran.

The little business she and her mother had begun years ago to earn a few extra credits for treats had grown and grown. Now they had a large space in the community’s hydroponic garden where they grew their roses, and as well as providing soaps, ointments, and fragrances for the people of New Thimphu, they had a bustling Internet business where they sold their handmade products at a price they kept high because they could only produce so much in a year.

Recently, her mama had hinted that if she married, one or more of her husbands may choose to work in the business, and they could expand their production. Both Stan and Goa were farmers and very knowledgeable about plants, so this was a distinct possibility. But where would she do the paperwork? Back at her mother’s apartment? That would make sense. Because it was just the two of them, she and her mother had always shared everything, and that included the chores. On the other hand, traditionally, a woman moved into her husbands’ home, and if there was a mother-in-law needing care, she moved in, too.

It would be a challenge creating a work space in this apartment. Providing a room and living space for Orna as well was impossible.
Oh hell! Why didn’t I think all this through before I jumped into bed with them? Because they abducted you, silly. Our men always abduct their brides.

She realized she needed to answer the men’s questions, but she didn’t want to hurt their feelings after they’d cared for her so romantically.

“Will we be living here, in your apartment?” asked Shiloah, trying to phrase her question so she didn’t sound rude. They had gone to such a lot of trouble to decorate the bedroom and make it beautiful for her first night with them.

“For the moment, yes. A few of our friends are right now packing your things under your mother’s supervision and will bring them here. Later, of course, especially if there are children, this apartment will be much too small. We will look together for a bigger one. Would you like us to start looking immediately?” asked Goa.

“Do you want Orna to live with us, too? We would like to have two women to love and cherish,” added Stan.

“It’s just that I do most of the paperwork for the rose business, and I have bookshelves, and a desk, and a lot of other things I need to do the all paperwork. I could still do the actual packaging at my mother’s apartment because George and Wang always collect the parcels for shipping from us there. It’s convenient for them. But…”

“Tomorrow, after the wedding, we’ll talk to the administrators about a bigger apartment. One with a room where you and your mother can conduct the business, and where there’s a bedroom for her, too.” Goa spoke firmly.

“And space for a child or two. A bedroom and a playroom. I can see we’re going to need a very large apartment, to fit a family and your business in it,” joked Stan.

Children. Something else to worry about. I know Mama would adore having a grandchild. She’d always wanted more than a single child. My fathers were taken from us when I was only a few months old and by the time they were finally released from prison they’d been deliberately infected with AIDS and were dying. So she was never able to have a second child. But am I ready to be a mother? Do we need the credits the business will earn, or do Stan and Goa earn enough credits to provide for us all? Another worry. Why do I have to think about all these things now? It’s too much when all I want is them to fuck me again and again.

* * * *

Everyone in the New Thimphu community was given enough work to do and credits to live on. Ninety percent of the community was underground and hidden from the eyes of the above-ground locals. In Green Ridge, the nearest small town, George and Wang had a shop that sold products made by the New Thimphu community. A small number of her soaps, ointments, and fragrances were sold in George and Wang’s store, along with general household goods and some traditional craft items made by other people in their community.

But the store really just provided an excuse for George and Wang to travel to other larger towns, buying the goods and products the community needed and shipping the things they’d made. The vast majority of the community either worked in the service sector, managing and running the community, the school, the hospital, and the shops, or by providing online services that required no outside goods. But people always needed to purchase things they couldn’t provide for themselves, and George and Wang’s van was the way such items arrived and left.

From the very beginning, the New Thimphu leaders had been determined to maintain their traditions and their cultural ways, and the easiest method of doing this was to stay as invisible as possible. Hence the thriving underground township.

Folks in Green Ridge saw the above-ground families from time to time, saw very ordinary farms and homes, knew the children were home-schooled, and paid very little attention to them. Their families had farmed here now for several generations and they may have been considered a little strange, but were accepted. Had they known the community practiced polyandry, their easygoing attitude may have changed, but maybe not. They were known and accepted. The locals very much believed in a “live and let live” philosophy.

Almost twenty years after Shiloah’s fathers had been mistreated, Goa and Songstan arrived at New Thimphu having given up their family farm knowing they could never have a polyandrous marriage in their hometown. Their family had never been truly accepted even though their fathers had always pretended only one was married to their mother. The sons decided they wanted to the freedom to openly love their wife when the time came. Their mother had died of cancer, their fathers had soon followed her to meet their ancestors, and the two young men traveled across country to New Thimphu to start life again.

The money they had gotten for the farm had not been what it was worth, but it had been adequate to fund their travel, and they expected it would last them long enough to get established here. They hadn’t wanted to wait until the economy improved before they sold and began their new life. That may have been many years away.

As soon as they’d seen Shiloah, they’d known she was the woman for them. It was very important that all the brothers agreed on the choice of a wife, as all shared her equally and all were equally responsible for her well-being. Goa had watched Shiloah tending the plants when The Grandparents’ Garden was being established, had looked at Stan, and his brother had smiled and nodded. All that remained was for them to get to know her better and decide on an appropriate time to abduct her and make her theirs.

After all they’d overcome to get this far, finding a larger apartment was not a problem. Of course, now that the Garden was finished, they’d also need to find more work, too.

Goa loved being outside, working the land. He already had some part-time work helping on the farms of the various above-ground New Thimphu families. Likely, Stan could find some work there, too, or in the hydroponic gardens. They’d worry about that later. Right now they had a wife to fuck!

Goa pressed his hand on her belly. Oh Gods, she felt wonderful. Warm and soft. She smelled delicious, too. Her rose fragrance surrounded her like a cloud. He buried his nose in her hair, then in her neck. Yup. Roses everywhere. He licked a line along her shoulder. She even tasted of roses. It was thrilling to have her here in her bed with them, the bed they’d bought for her as soon as they’d seen her, in hopes she would be theirs. And she was. Just one more fuck must happen this night, him in her ass and Songstan in her cunt. Simultaneous penetration, the grand finale. Then the ritual would be completed and she would belong totally to them.

Goa slid his hand lower, loving the feel of the curls covering her mound, then the hot little nub at the top of her slit. She was pressed so tight against them both he knew Stan could feel her little shiver as well as he could. Then his fingers slipped inside her cunt. She was hot and wet, just as he’d hoped. She also opened her legs for his pleasure, so she was ready and willing for this final step. The Gods had blessed them indeed in leading them to this wonderful woman.

Her cunt had been delicious, her mouth warm and welcoming. He could hardly wait to sink his cock into her ass. To drive deep and hard and know his brother’s cock was in her as well, all three of them pounding to completion together.

Goa left her in his brother’s arms and lifted her upper leg over Stan’s. He snatched the bottle of oil off the nightstand and dripped some onto his fingers, then pressed two fingers into her ass. Gods, she was hot. Her channel was still softened from the previous anal sex, but nevertheless, he rubbed a lot of oil into her walls, not wanting her to feel soreness. Then he slathered more oil over his cock, pulled her ass cheeks apart and pressed the head of his cock against her rosette.

Goa knew his cockhead was wider than his brother’s, but he still popped through the opening easily. Goa let out a breath. They had to fuck all three ways, but he didn’t want her hurt. This needed to be good for her as well as for him and his brother. All he wanted to do was ram deep and hard into her until his balls were pressed tight to her body, but he held onto his urge with iron determination and slid gradually deeper and deeper inside her until she’d taken all of him into her warmth.

Once he was settled deep inside her, everyone lying on their sides, he lifted her hips and put his under-leg underneath her body and pulled her upper leg on top of his top leg. This gave Stan enough room to enter her cunt from the front.

Already, Shiloah was making little pleased noises.

Goa nodded at his brother over her head, and Stan held his cock to her cunt and pressed in. Gods, she was tight. She was clasped around him like a wet, iron fist already, but the farther Stan pushed into her, the tighter her grip on him became. Yet, simultaneously, her walls seemed to expand to embrace them both.

Goa had never thought much about how it would be to have another cock rubbing against his, but feeling his brother there, just on the other side of their wife’s thin tissues, was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. She was their wife, belonging equally to both of them.
Theirs!
And right now the three of them were truly united, truly one flesh, bound so intimately and tightly together.

Without saying a word, he and Stan wrapped their arms around each other, pinning Shiloah between them. Stan had to maneuver his legs a little to be able to thrust, then they set up a slow and steady pace, pushing into her together, withdrawing together, then thrusting back in.

Shiloah was trying to wiggle, but they held her still. Gods, his cock would explode in a second if she was allowed to squirm like that! This had to last. Her pleasure must come first. He wanted this to be the best orgasm yet for her, which meant he had to be strong and raise the tension inside her much higher. Although his balls were ready to burst from just feeling her wet grip on him.

Stan’s hands were digging into his shoulders so he knew his brother was finding it as hard to be patient as he was. Again, without words, they cranked up the speed and power a little, still driving in simultaneously, pulling out together, gradually moving a little faster with every thrust.

He forced his hand between their bodies so he could play with her nipples. They were the most beautiful things. Pert and brown, and right now, they were harder than diamonds, and they pressed into his palms with sharp little points. Stan moved back a fraction to let him massage her breasts, and he very deliberately elongated each nipple, moving from one to the other, teasing them and stretching them, then giving each one a little pinch.