“Good girl, Lizzie,” Gavan crooned. “See how responsive our beautiful bride is, Cae? Even after losing her maidenhead, she hungers for more; don’t ye, Lizzie?”
“No,” she whispered, truly frightened that she was some kind of wanton.
“Nay, lass. Yer body doesn’t lie. Die ye not find pleasure with what Gavan did?”
She nodded.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, Lizzie. If yer husbands pleasure ye more often than themselves, then they’ve done right by ye. And I did do right be ye, didn’t I?”
Again, she nodded.
“And ye liked when I readied ye for Gavan didn’t ye? Ye felt pleasure from my touch?”
“Yes,” she said, finally finding her voice.
“Then would ye deny Caelan the same pleasure ye gave to me and that ye felt yerself?” Gavan crooned.
She shook her head.
“Then tell him, Lizzie. Tell him ye want him to make ye his as well. Go on, lass, say it. Tell Caelan ye want to feel his cock deep inside ye, stroking ye before he gives ye his seed.”
She looked down at Caelan who seemed anxious but was willing to be patient with her. The fact was she did want to feel him inside her sheath, thrusting in and out until he emptied himself.”
“Yes,” she nodded. “I want to feel Caelan as well.”
Caelan kissed her, slowly and deeply exploring the recesses of her mouth, enticing her tongue to come and dance with his, savoring the kiss and the time he was taking as it was the only thing important thing to him. She was beginning to believe that her pleasure was at least as important to them as their own… if not more.
From the time she’d started developing her womanly figure, her dreams had been filled with images of men doing the kinds of things to her she had seen men doing to their women. She had been intrigued from a young age about what went on between men and women. She questioned whether or not the shudder she had made in response to Caelan’s words was one of revulsion, or arousal. She had been told not to, and repeatedly beaten, at the orphanage for exploring her body and finding pleasure in the act. The refrain of having a wanton nature, being no more than a lustful slut and not welcome in polite society ran through her head.
Maybe they had all been right. She had laid in one man’s arms while another took her virginity. Gavan and Caelan were re-positioning her so that Caelan could make her his wife, as well as Gavan’s and, instead of being repulsed by the idea, she welcomed it.
“Nay, lass. Tis nothing to fear or be ashamed of,” murmured Caelan. “It only shows us what ye like, that you have an endless depth of passion, and that Gavan well pleased ye. Now, let’s see if I can do the same.”
Caelan lifted her away from Gavan and placed her between them so that she was lying prone against Gavan’s body. She wondered how a man as solidly built could be comfortable when she was lying on him. Caelan’s hand rested on the small of her back and stroked downward, his finger trailing between her twin globes past her pussy as it sought the turgid nub between her legs that he had rubbed and tugged previously.
Elizabeth caught her breath from the pleasurable sensations radiating out from the small button to her core. She could feel the beginnings of another powerful climax.
Caelan removed his hand and swatted her swollen vulva lightly before putting his hand back between her legs to soothe the slight sting. It didn’t really hurt, but seemed to inflame the entire region, and she squirmed. This time, he probed the opening of her core, delicately slipping a single digit into her cunt.
Caelan chuckled, the sound full of genuine amusement. He continued to delve within, and she squirmed and writhed, lying atop Gavan, trying to rub her sensitized nub along the hardened length she could feel trying to rise again.
He removed his finger and leaned close to whisper, “Do ye wish to have yer second husband breach your cunny with his cock?”
“Yes, please…”
“Not quite yet,” he said, sliding his hand back between her legs, his finger zeroing in on the cream that dripped from her most feminine place and coated his finger with it, drawing it back up to probe her dark entrance.
“No,” she said, panicking at the thought.
Not at the thought that it was wrong, but she wanted desperately to feel some part of him back inside her sheath. There was an emptiness between her legs that Gavan had filled so marvelously. She no longer cared where one of their hard lengths went, alone, or together, just so long as something would thrust in and out of her and provide her with the exquisite release of the powerful orgasm lying just beneath the surface.
Caelan deftly massaged her bottom hole, slipping his finger into her, pushing her toward the edge of a climax before withdrawing his attention.
Elizabeth writhed against Gavan, who held her fast in tortured denial and need.
“Beg me to breach ye with my cock. Beg for yer other husband and I to use you in any way and at any time we choose. Make me believe that ye know your place is between yer two husbands pleasuring them and being pleasured in return.”
“Yes, Caelan, please…”
“Say it, Lizzie,” rumbled Gavan. “We want to hear ye acknowledge yer place. If ye didna tell us, Cae will continue to play with you for the rest of the night, never quite allowing you to reach that pinnacle of pleasure yer body is demanding. We’ll leave ye wet and wanting until ye break down and beg.”
Trying to stifle her tears of frustration, she took a ragged breath. “Please, Caelan; please, take me.”
“Who do you belong to, Lizzie?” Caelan whispered.
“You and you. Both of you.”
“Good girl, Lizzie,” intoned Gavan.
“Let’s get ye up on your knees,
