“No, and it’s unfair of you two to accuse me of something like that.” The brothers looked at me with a clear lack of understanding. “Do you know how jealous those daughters of Aphrodite at the Moonstone Castle have tried to make me? How many times they have reminded me that the two of you visit them? And you truly want to accuse me of… I’m not even sure what you’re accusing me of.” I almost laughed at how ridiculous they were being.
“I don’t own either of you,” I continued. “I’ve maintained that. I haven’t confronted you with any jealous feelings I have. But the same rings true for me. You don’t own me, either. But at the end of the day, I don’t care what you do with someone else because the thing that matters, the bond we have with one another, is untouchable. I know that no one could replace me in your hearts. You have to know that the same is true for you. I haven’t done anything with Kalian, and I don’t plan to, but even if something did happen, what matters is the connection between the three of us. No one can even come close to touching that. Do you understand that?”
The brothers looked almost ashamed of themselves. They were silent for a while, and it occurred to me that they were communicating with one another. Knowing they were having a separate conversation without me didn’t help to make me any less pissed off.
Finally, Syrion stood from his chair and wrapped his arms around me, stroking my hair. “Forgive us, darling… we’ve never had someone like you that meant so much to us. We’ve never loved like this… it’s new to us.”
It was new to me too. I was someone who’d never felt drawn to anything except monogamy, and here I was, arguing with my boyfriends for the right to sleep with other people. It was more nuanced than that, but I had to admit the scenario at face value was funny.
“But you’re right,” Daath said, coming over to kiss my head. “As long as you feel for us as we do you, nothing should threaten us. The truth is, we both miss you deeply. The three of us have been apart for so long…”
I sighed and nodded. He was right. And I had missed them both so much lately, though I’d been preoccupied with other things. “I know. I miss you too.”
Daath leaned down and kissed me while Syrion moved behind me, brushing my hair away from my neck and gently placing his lips to my skin.
“May we show you how much we missed you?” Daath whispered, sliding his hand around my waist.
I practically purred in response. “Only if I can return the favor.”
“You can do that anytime, my love.” Syrion’s husky voice and warm breath sent shivers down my spine as his hands wrapped around me, traveling up under my shirt. Daath snapped, and like that, my shirt and bra vanished. They reappeared on Daath’s desk, folded neatly. The dark-haired King kissed me passionately as Syrion’s hands caressed my chest. His left hand gradually slid up to gently wrap around the base of my throat. He never squeezed, but the placement made my pulse race wildly. Meanwhile, his other hand slid down my torso toward my pants. Daath snapped once more, and the rest of my clothing left my body, along with theirs.
Now that I was fully available, Syrion’s hand slid down so that his fingers were against my clit. He began rubbing it gently, barely grazing the skin with his fingers. It took me no time at all to respond desperately to such a teasing action. I shivered, wrapping one hand behind his head and weaving it through his hair, resting the other on Daath’s bare chest. I moaned and felt my hips buck involuntarily, begging for more, for him to move harder, faster.
Daath chuckled darkly and held the sides of my face. “You’re giving too much away, little owl. We can hear your every thought.”
“You know you needn’t beg for more,” Syrion whispered in my ear. As he spoke, he pressed down harder on my clit and began to rub it faster. “You just have to ask.”
“Tell us what you want,” Daath said before kissing me again. I kissed him back hard, grabbing his lower lip gently with my teeth.
“I want you,” I moaned. “I want both of you… to take me… ravage me.”
“As you wish,” they said in unison.
Syrion’s hands disappeared, and it disappointed me for a second until I felt his hard cock slide inside me. I gasped at the sudden pressure, and the gasp melted into a moan of pure pleasure. Daath’s hands took their place on my clit, while those phantom hands he could conjure up with his mind caressed my body, tweaking at my nipples every so often as they massaged my breasts.
Syrion thrust himself in and out of me. I felt my knees go weak from the pleasure across all areas of my body and wrapped my arms around Daath to keep steady. He smirked, and as I began to climax from his fingers and Syrion’s shaft, I felt one of the phantom hands slap my ass hard. I moaned again, and that pushed me over the edge. Pleasure flooded every inch of my body, and I dug my nails into Daath’s back without even realizing I was doing so, just to keep steady.
My orgasm felt like it lasted for five minutes, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me, each one replacing the last just as it began to fade. When I finally felt my ecstasy subside, I felt Syrion’s cock twitch inside me as he filled my pussy with his cum. I held onto Daath as my knees quivered, and I moaned, kissing him hard.
“Fuck, I love you,” Daath growled. I felt Syrion’s hand snake through my hair as he kissed my back, shoulders, and neck.
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