Shared Between Them (21 page)

“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-caught 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.

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!

Thank the gods she married two men and not any elves… Not that she was offered marriage by her own kind, but she was certain that sex would never have felt so powerful. Her kind weren’t nearly this strong.

Taric kneaded his cock in his hand and knelt between their spread legs. “The most fucking beautiful pussy in the world,” Taric groaned as he eased himself into her. She moaned and let Taric press his face against her breasts as he thrust, nibbling and kissing her in his own skillful way.

“I’m going to cum so deep into you…” Taric promised her, then nuzzled her breast and nipple. “Are you happy you wanted both of us at the same time, baby?” He pulled all the way out and then thrust hard all the way back in so that her breasts bounced from the impact.

“Oh, gods, yes!” she gasped. She was in heaven. She had no idea why she was crying, but tears rolled down her cheeks. “Gods, you both feel so good…”

“And there’s plenty more where that came from, honey,” Draevan groaned under her. “You’re our dream woman… And we don’t ever plan to wake up.”

“We won’t ever have to,” Taric assured. “Our sexy slut, our beautiful wife… Reason for living…”

She closed her eyes, wondering if it was possible to be any more loved or in love than she was right then. If anybody had told her a few months ago that there were feelings like this, she would have called them insane.

Thank the Gods for prophesies, Giants, and her life as she knew it. She was certain she wouldn’t change anything that could have veered her from the path she was on right that moment.

Now, she was happy about moving forward… With her sexy, wonderful, protective humans. Her husbands, now and for always.

Epilogue

Draevan grinned when he heard Kyra’s flute from across the road before he even opened up the gate to his home. He remembered it being annoying and ghostly when he’d first met Kyra in the forest, but now it was a comforting sound… a sound that cried ‘home.’

“Hey, hey now!” Draevan came through the front gate of his brick manor house, where the courtyard garden was already in full bloom. The village children had found their way in there again, probably magnetized there by the flute-playing, and were all either dancing about or begging to touch his wife’s hair, as if they would die if they couldn’t.

Three children not even knee-high were rubbing their rosy little cheeks against the soft, white strands. Before she’d come, no one had ever seen an elf before, nor any young woman with white hair. “Go on, now. What did I say? She doesn’t need your sticky fingers all over her hair, you little miscreants!” he chided adoringly. Somehow, he liked the look of his extremely pregnant wife surrounded by fifteen school-aged children and hundreds of flowers. His mind simply couldn’t produce a more peaceful image.

That being said, he still wanted to annoy his wife in peace and quiet. “Go on, now,” he told them. “Go home, or else I’ll get out a switch!”

The children scooted around the garden, giggling. He frowned. He was one of the fiercest warriors currently alive, yet the village children all thought he was a giant pushover.

“Where’s Taric?” he asked. One of them always needed to be home to be with Kyra… since one of them always seemed to be called away. The king of the North had declared them as the lords of their entire province. They were honored at first, and then realized that they had been snookered—they had hoped to lounge around all day with their wife for a while with all their gold! Instead, like fools, they accepted the hardest-job imaginable: governing.

She smiled softly at him, contentment spilling forth from her golden eyes. “He’s walking the midwife back to her home. He’ll be back any moment.”