“Ye see that, Lizzie?” Gavan whispered into her ear, continuing to fondle her breasts, tracing the dusky center pieces, strumming his thumbs across her nipples before giving them a pinch and then a tug. “Between how hard he is and his seed leaking from the head of his cock, that’s how ye know Caelan wants ye as bad as I. Can ye feel my cock nestled between yer globes? Can ye feel my need for ye, Lizzie?”
She nodded and moaned, in the grip of a demand and desire for something she was only beginning to comprehend. Her eyes were riveted to Caelan’s approach, his mighty staff primed for use, but she couldn’t focus on that. Gavan’s hands were far too distracting, as were his whispered words, some of which she didn’t understand.
Caelan lay down beside her, stroking the inside of her thigh before leaning over to swirl his tongue in her bellybutton. Elizabeth’s pussy spasmed as Caelan inhaled, taking in her scent. He eased himself between her legs, reaching up her body. His fingers closed around her nipples, giving them both a squeeze, which tightened to a pinch. One hand slipped down between her thighs, where he played briefly with her swollen nub before trailing down her slit to the opening of her core, barely penetrating her there. He probed it gently and shallowly.
“Aye, Gav, her maidenhead’s intact.”
He gathered some of her honied essence before bringing his fingers back up to his mouth and licking them clean.
Elizabeth couldn’t stifle the moan, or the pulsing of her core.
“Open,” he whispered as he slid his fingers along her lips, before slipping them into her mouth.
“That’s it,” crooned Gavan, “suck his fingers clean.”
Caelan continued to play with her nipples, first one and then the other, twisting, pulling, tugging, and pinching. He pushed his fingers a bit deeper into her mouth. The taste of her own honey on Caelan’s fingertips was as intoxicating as moonshine and, with everything they were doing and saying, she felt a bit tipsy.
“For now, ye’ll suck our fingers when we feed ye yer honey, or our cream, but ye’ll learn to suck our cocks. So many things for our bonny lass to learn. Ye want to please us, don’t ye, Lizzie?” murmured Gavan.
“Such a good girl,” added Caelan as he withdrew his fingers from her mouth and trailed them down her chin, throat, and between the valley of her breasts.
Caelan blew kisses down her body, worshiping her with his lips and tongue. When he latched onto her nipple, Elizabeth’s body arched up, and she cried out in wonder and delight. She swore she could feel his suckling, not just on her pebbled peak, but down in the throbbing nubbin at the juncture of her thighs and her pussy beyond.
He inched down her body, whispering kisses, licking and sucking as he went. He parted her thighs, lifting a leg over each shoulder, placing her molten core right in his face. She tried to close her legs, but he had himself wedged between them. She knew the tissue around her opening was slick and swollen from arousal. Caelan lightly stroked a finger across it. He lowered his head, nuzzling her pussy.
She heard a whimper and realized it was coming from her. She wasn’t in pain. She’d never felt like this, so alive and connected to all things—but mostly to these two men… her husbands. The little pearl between her legs was practically throbbing.
Caelan nipped it before latching on and sucking.
Elizabeth tried to arch her body up but was held firmly in place by Gavan. Her legs stayed in place, but her body trembled all over.
Caelan looked up at her before slowly, deliberately lowering his mouth to her. She could feel his heat, feel his breath. He sucked in her small nubbin, suckling for a moment before trailing his tongue down to her virgin sheath. His tongue slid around, gathering every bit of her honey that had dribbled out. He drove his tongue up inside her, and the fireworks that Gavan had produced back in the jail cell returned, brighter than the Fourth of July.
Looking past her to Gavan, he said, “She’s well primed, Gav. She’s slick from the honey she’s already produced. I don’t know about you, but I’m near to dying with the want of her.”
“Aye, Cae. Let’s switch places for a bit, while I make her ours first and, then, ye can ease your need in her sweet cunny. Can’t he, love?”
Elizabeth couldn’t speak, only nod.
Gavan gently swapped places with Caelan, who lay back against the pillows before bringing her to rest against his chest. Elizabeth felt a little like a sacrifice to some ancient god, naked and spread out before them, but she also felt her own power. These two strong, virile men wanted her to be their bride, wanted to share a life with her. An unconventional one, no doubt, but, still, Caelan had said they would never have let her hang and, instinctively, she knew it to be true.
The only thing in life that mattered now was pleasing these men, her husbands, so they would continue this delicious torture. She may have been unsure or even reluctant when they started, but now she knew she was made for them—as they had been made for her. Her body trembled as Gavan stroked her. The quivering became shaking as she lost touch with any reality other than the one they had created.
She needed, wanted, more. Reaching up to cup Gavan’s head with one hand, she reached back to touch Caelan, as well, and felt his fingers lace through hers as he brought them up to kiss them. She brought Caelan’s hand down and clasped it to her breast, crying out when Gavan nipped the
