She painted for Veris the picture of a husband and his wife from a neighboring kingdom, visiting his home village for a day and feasting and dancing in the king’s hall that evening. Of the wife’s presentation to the king and the king’s attention and the husband’s jealousy that the whole village saw. With some careful editing, she gave him their real conversations. The laughter, the closeness, his joy at being home again. Their nighttime tryst in the forest and Taylor’s jump back to the future some time during the night, leaving Veris with no memories of the time Taylor had been there.
By the time she had finished the story, with all its details, she was very tired, her eyes drifting closed.
Veris stroked her temple. “Thank you,” he told her. “I begin to see, now, why the village was so convinced I murdered you. And why they were so passionate about your disappearance. You have a way of winning folk over.”
“I don’t mean to,” Taylor told him.
“Why were you there?” he asked. “Why did you go back there?”
She was sleepy and her defenses were down, so she answered truthfully. “I don’t know. We don’t know how it works, Veris. We just land somewhere in your past. That time, it was when you were human. Now it’s here.”
“We?”
“Hmm?”
“Sleep,” he told her.
She agreed.
And woke slowly. She was roused to wakefulness by the creep of sensations into her consciousness. Warmth. Building pleasure. Delicious tension. An absence of pain. The sleepy sea where thoughts drifted and all was good in life. There were no problems. Only a barely there awareness where thoughts were half-dreams, free-association ran loose and inhibitions were still in hibernation.
But real life was slowly drawing her senses awake. Stimulating them. She didn’t hurry to full wakefulness because the sensations were meant to please her. Arouse her. She let them, curling her senses around them.
A hand on her breast, cupping it. Her nipple caught between the fingers, drawing it out.
A body behind her. Bigger. Male. The jut of his cock pushing against her ass. His hand stroking the flesh at the top of her thighs. Fluttering. Teasing. Stirring her senses.
She drew in a breath and as she did, his tongue stroked the length of her neck, following her artery.
Veris. Just the size of him alone told her who it was. But his caress of her neck was unmistakable.
He gently thrust his tongue into her ear and it sent a ripple through her body.
More information registered as she roused. Sometime during the night, Veris had covered her with a blanket instead of his tunic, for in the strange ways of the desert, it had abruptly become cool. He lay under it now, too. A fire crackled at their feet.
He pushed at her knees, bending them. Taylor caught her breath at the rush of heat it caused in her lower belly. She knew what he intended. Her pussy clenched and her clit seemed to swell as she lay there.
She was fully awake now, alive to the cool pre-dawn air.
Veris’ hand slipped into her cleft, probing her pussy. He pushed his fingers deep inside her, his invasion made easy by her slick wetness. She gasped, arching. Only then did she realize her head was pillowed on his arm.
“I have a confession, Taylor,” he murmured by her ear.
She rolled her head back to look at him. “What?”
His fingers pushed into her again, stroking the sides of her vagina and the hard knot of nerve endings that made her moan.
“I watched Brody take you two nights ago, the way men do. It has been burning in my mind ever since.”
His fingers thrust into her again. Taylor wasn’t sure if her gasp was from that, or from his confession.
“Take her that way now,” Brody said.
Taylor flinched, turning her head to look up at Brody where he stood three paces away from where they lay. He wore his tunic, but no sword. Leggings, but no boots. He had crept from the main camp at first light to check on her. To check on them both.
Taylor’s heart began to thunder painfully.
Brody lowered himself down to the sand to kneel beside them. He was watching Veris, not her.
Veris had grown still, as still as a rock.
Brody kissed her, briefing. “You look much better,” he said. “But you always look better when you’re aroused.”
She could feel herself blushing.
Then he leaned over the top of her, took Veris’ face in his hands and kissed him. It was not a light peck, either. Taylor watched the sensual, deep kiss for every second it took, her own body responding to the power in it. She could feel Veris’ response in the way his body relaxed against her, but his cock pulsed and pushed against her hip. His hand withdrew from her pussy and gripped her thigh, squeezing.
Taylor licked her lips. Her breasts suddenly felt heavy and full, the nipples hard.
Brody let Veris go. “Take her the way you take me,” he said hoarsely. “You want to.”
Veris was breathing hard. “I won’t be the one to cause pain. Never again.”
Taylor caught his hand under the blanket. “I’ve had you that way before. Many times. There is no pain. Quite the opposite.”
Brody reached into the pouch on his belt and withdrew a small bottle and held it out to Veris.
Taylor could feel the tension in Veris, against her body, but this time it was as if his entire body was thrumming with it.
So she reached out with her left arm and took the vial. Her arm ached and the movement hurt, but not with nearly the explosion of pain she had been expecting. She held the bottle up to Veris.
His breath pushed out of him in a harsh rush. He kissed her as he took the bottle, his lips hard and heavy.
Brody lay on the blanket that Veris had abandoned last night, resting on his side so that he was gazing into Taylor’s face. He was close enough she merely had to lean forward to kiss him. Veris’ elbow was almost touching Brody’s cheek. He made no move to lift away the blanket that covered them, though. Beyond the wagon, she could hear the first stirrings of the camp. Soft words. The crackling of cooking fires. Curses, coughing. The light was growing.
Veris was moving against her. Shifting away from her. She knew he would be coating his cock in the oil, preparing himself. A shudder moved through her.
Then his slick fingers slid between her ass cheeks and she moaned at the familiar touch. He probed hesitantly, then with more confidence as her anus stretched willingly to accommodate his probing finger.
Brody was watching her face and she could see the growing arousal in his. Even though he could not see what Veris was doing, imagination was providing more than enough stimulus.
The thick blunt head of Veris’ cock replaced his finger. His hand curled over her hip. She could hear his breath, heavy and quick, by her neck. He was almost panting. His lips brushed over her flesh. His teeth were shielded but she could feel them there, protruding just a little.
He pushed into her slowly, although she could feel the fine trembling in him, the need to slam into her like a rutting bull.
Then the pleasure of having Veris inside her again stole all thought from her. She relaxed her body, accepting him into her.
Brody exhaled heavily. “Your face…” he murmured. “As the pleasure takes you. I never tire of it.”
Veris inched into her, until finally he was fully within. “Dear heavens,” he breathed.
“It is all that,” Brody told him. He burrowed his hand beneath the edge of the blanket. He cupped her knee and slid his fingers along the curve of her thigh until he reached her ass.
“You seek to inspect my work?” Veris asked. He withdrew his cock. Slowly again.
“As I cannot see it, why not?” Brody replied.
Taylor felt his fingers dip lower, to her anus and Veris’ quick catch of breath. His cock twitched inside her, making her gasp.
Brody pull his hand away from them, shaking his head. “I cannot simply lay here and imagine. It isn’t nearly enough.” He lifted the blanket and eased himself forward a few more inches. “Taylor, let me join you.” His hand lifted her knee.
Hot fizzing excitement spilled through her.
Veris gave a choking sound. “You cannot mean what I think you mean?”
“Yes, he does,” Taylor said. Her voice shook with her own rising anticipation. It had been too long since she had shared herself this way. She straightened her lower leg, trusting that Brody would support her. He lifted her thigh over his as he moved under the blanket. At the same time he hoisted his tunic out of the way.
She felt his cock push up against her cleft, hard and more than ready. Brody kissed her again, quickly. His hand swooped along her flank—a quick caress—then back to her hip. He eased into her. She could feel herself separating, accepting him. She caught her breath.
“I can feel you,” Veris said, sounding surprised…and aroused. “Inside her. I can feel you inside her…against me.”
Brody’s lips parted in surprise. “In all these many centuries, you have never shared a woman, Veris?”
Taylor turned her head back to look at him. Veris rested his forehead against hers. “I found no woman worthy of the pleasure,” he said quietly.
Taylor glanced at Brody from the corner of her eyes, shocked. He shook his head just a little.
So she tried to absorb her dismay and guilt for the damage she had created that long ago night in Norway. The Veris she knew had known women aplenty before meeting Brody and had shared them, too. Brody had acquired the taste for ménage from Veris.
Taylor rolled her head back against Veris and let herself dwell in the delight of being possessed by them. Her eyes closed. “Please stay still for a moment, both of you. Let me just enjoy the feel of you.”
Veris licked her neck, the corner of her jaw and just below her ear, where her pulse throbbed. He pressed his lips against her cheek. “I must move. You are like a fist around me. Stroking even as you lay there. If I do not move I will be of no service to you.”
Taylor sighed. “Very well. I am being sentimental.”
Brody laughed, another low chuckle. “You know this is not the best part.” His hand moved restlessly against her hip, crowding up against Veris’. He glanced at Veris. “Together.”
Taylor caught her breath and held it as they withdrew from her and eased back in. Such a simple movement, but it sent waves of pleasure washing over her. She clutched at Brody weakly.
They pushed into her in steady, smooth strokes, their speed building as their own excitement levels spiraled. She heard their breathing shorten. Brody’s expression changed as his climax drew closer. The fine line between his brows deepened. His black eyes focused inward and his full lips parted so that she could just see the tips of his canines as they descended, proof of the power of his arousal. The sight of them peeking below his upper lip when he was about to climax never failed to thrill Taylor because she knew he was helpless to prevent them appearing when he was truly excited.
Her climax gathered, pressure building.
Veris’ hand slipped from her hip to drop down to her mound. His fingertips pressed between Brody and her and found her swollen clit, slick with her moisture. He pressed his fingers around her clit.
“Come for us,” Veris breathed in her ear.
He barely needed to stroke her clit. Just the motion of Brody’s pelvis against her as he thrust was enough.
Taylor gasped, her gaze losing focus and turning inward. Her climax leapt, stealing her breath, clamping her muscles and tendons and holding her hostage for what felt like minutes as pure pleasure tore through her in fizzing, waves. She could feel her vagina and ass pulsing with the power of it.
“Gods!” Veris breathed in a raw and shocked voice. His cock shifted and surged in her as he came, milked to climax by her own orgasm.
Brody gripped her hip with hard fingers and thrust as soon as her orgasm passed enough to let him move. One more thrust and he came with a low groan, his eyes closing.
They all remained still for a long minute or two, their breaths mingling above the blanket. Taylor tingled from head to foot and knew she wore a smile she couldn’t stop. She opened her eyes and looked at Brody. He was smiling, too. His canines had retracted, but that was okay.
“Good morning,” she murmured, in English.