Cyra's Cyclopes (6 page)

“It’s beautiful. You guys are
incredible artisans.” Her eyes were wide with delight.

“We aren’t used to working on such
small things,” Steropes offered as he smoothed her hair behind her
ears.

“But we wanted to make something
that you’d be proud to wear,” Brontes rumbled while moving around
behind her so he could embrace and place kisses on her
neck.

“It also had to mean something,”
Agres started, and traced a finger around her mouth. “The big
chunks of gold are us, the smaller green, yellow and white stones
on the thin gold sticks are where we’re all together,
Earth.”

“Will someone help me put it on? I
don’t see how to secure it.”

“There’s more to it than simply
wearing it. We made it with an eternal commitment involved. Once we
secure it around your neck, the collar can never be taken off.
Well, unless you wish to leave us, then you can remove it, but the
piece can never be secured again. Not by you or any other
person.”

“You guys do realize we can’t be
together for an eternity. I will die at some point.” Cyra looked
down and fingered the collar. “Will you guys love me when I’m
old?”

“Of course we will,” Agres
shouted.

“But can you remain faithful to a
woman who loses her physical appeal?”

Finally, what weighed on her mind
had come out.

“There is no one who could tempt us
away from you, so yes we will always be faithful to you. What we
need to do is figure out a way for you to become immortal or we’ll
take a page out of Pollux’s book. We’ll give up our perpetual
status to remain with you.” They hadn’t discussed this, but Agres
nodded in agreement with Steropes solution, as did Brontes. There
was no need to live if they couldn’t be with the woman who
completed them. They’d existed a long time as shells and since
they’d had a taste of what life had to offer them, they wanted
everything or nothing.

“No! I couldn’t be the cause of your
special qualities no longer being made available to Zeus and the
others.” She was upset and that wasn’t what any of them wanted.
Agres leaned down and kissed her gently, then showed her his new
truth.

“We are nothing without you at our
sides, completing us.” After unwrapping his chiton, he stepped
back, and dropped it to the ground. Cyra and his brothers’ mouths
all dropped open. His cock had retained the bright glow that had
tried to swallow him back at the forge. “When I thought you’d left
us, my personification started to take over my body. While my
brothers and boss managed to rescue me, not all of it left. My rod
belongs to you or my personification. The question is do you,
knowing all three of us carry the mark of our unique abilities on
the surface, want to remain with us forever?”

If his eye could shed a tear, Agres
knew he would have when she handed him the collar, untied the cord
around her waist, and then removed her peplos. He would never grow
tired of seeing their woman in all her glory. There were curves to
hold on to, breasts tipped with cherry red nipples to play with and
a plump mound to please. She was all woman and all theirs. But she
wasn’t done giving them what they wanted. Cyra lifted her long
blonde hair and revealed her neck, offering them something they’d
never dreamed of receiving.

“Yes, I’m yours. All three of you
are in my heart, my soul, and in my body.” No other words were
necessary.

Looking at his brothers, they joined
him at her back, and each held a specific rock of gold. As one,
they opened themselves and allowed their thunder, brightening, and
flashing to surface, and melted the gold to keep the delicate
collar around her neck.

When it was done, Agres remained
behind her and wrapped his arms about her waist, brought his hands
up to cup her breasts, and nibbled on her neck. Steropes moved in
front of her and pressed his lips to her other shoulder while his
hands held onto her hips. Brontes used his hold on her chin and top
of her head to move it down to rest on Agres’ shoulder and kissed
her, pouring everything they each felt into the
connection.

It felt good to be with her, but
they wanted more, and she did as well.

“Please, love me, love all of
me.”

Before she’d finished voicing her
plea, Steropes had picked her up, and carried her into the back
room.

Cyra giggled and remembered her
first week in their home. The brothers had lived a basic existence.
It suited them. They felt no need to live beyond what nature
offered, as did she, and therefore loved the things they did for
her all the more. The special surprise touches started the first
week. They’d built a stone path with a brass handle on triangle
starting at the road to town to help her find their
house.

That had been a bigger project than
she realized. Of course she knew privacy was big for them and they
preferred to remain hidden, but they’d altered their priorities
when she came into their world. One being for her to find her way
back to them.

Another addition had been the table
and chairs in the front room where they gathered each morning and
night, but the biggest change they’d made for her had been the
bed.

One night, after a particular
rambunctious bout of sex in the freshly cleared back room, she’d
crawled out from beneath one of them and felt the discomfort of
such rambunctious activity being played out on a hard floor. When
asked what was paining her, she mentioned not used to being so
active on the floor. Suddenly, without saying another word, the
three men had left her in their home.

Later, she found out they’d gone
back to their workplace and created a stunning and sturdy iron bed.
After they’d brought it back home, they left again, and returned
with a cushion and coverings. She’d never asked, but had a feeling
there had been a woman offering them advice, and hadn’t been
offended. It showed they cared about her, only it turned out she’d
still needed to hear their words of love.

As she sunk into the middle of the
soft cushion, she smiled up at Steropes, and voiced her
appreciation.

“Have I ever told you guys how much
I love our bed? It is so comfortable and makes being right here
with my lovers even more enjoyable.” The smile she wore carried all
the joy and love running through her body.

“Yes, every night,” he grinned, and
she adored the little wrinkles appearing at the corners of his
eye.

The gorgeous man beside her was
utter temptation and she couldn’t deny her desire to touch and
absorb his core. She ran the fingers of one hand over his nose and
lips, while the other ran through his hair. The sandy brown hair
was soft and a little unruly. It fell over his forehead and was
swept to the side so it didn’t cover his expressive brown eye
surrounded by thick long eyelashes. Smoothing a fallen lock off to
the side, Cyra pushed her fingers through the hair until she
clasped his head, and pulled him down until their lips
touched.

Their kiss was gentle, lips bumping
against each other, and enjoying the connection. All she felt for
him, all the love and joy found in being at his side, was there on
the surface. Even though they were intense and at times
overwhelming, there was no need to hide from the feelings.
Eventually, it wasn’t enough to just touch his lips with hers. She
needed to be a part of him and slipped her tongue out to tease his
folds into opening.

Cyra smiled when he moaned and
groaned herself when he lay down over her.

Steropes was larger than her, all of
them were, but the presence of him on top of her was pure bliss.
She felt all of his muscles tighten with need, especially his cock,
and was giddy for what was soon to come. The passion that she felt
for each man always ran hot and when they came together as one, it
turned explosive.

“Oh lover,” she mumbled when he
pulled back, and even went so far as to move off her. When he
leaned back down to kiss her, she forgot about his shifting away
because he’d returned nude. His tongue circled hers, as hers tried
to tangle with his. The passion she felt for her men was always
burning in her belly and it was spreading. Her pussy pulsed with a
desire for more and knew it would satisfied, and soon.

Totally into their kiss, she was
startled when a couple of fingers started playing with one nipple,
and then the tight tip on the other was gently taken between a set
of teeth. She took a hand from Steropes head and placed it on the
one at her breast. The short curls told her it was Agres and she
moaned when he tugged on a trapped tip and bat at it with his
tongue.

A quiver of need ran straight from
her breast to her pussy and it was met by a thunderous growl.
Brontes longer silken hair trailed over her thighs and she
shivered. It was an unexpected delight, but before she could even
get a chance to react, he wasted no time in covering her lower
opening with his mouth and sent a burst of his personification
inside her along with his tongue.

A hint of thunder rumbled through
her body and she screamed with pleasure.

The men who held her heart and soul
were all around her, touching and loving her, and it was the best
moment of her life. They had a future together and were starting it
with a bang. Cyra felt so good and wished she could share the
pleasure she was experiencing with them, but could only touch a
couple of heads, and shift her leg to stroke over Brontes back. To
be at the center of their hearts and desire would have to be enough
for the time being.

It had to be because she didn’t have
the ability to move away from them and do what she wanted, not when
they were giving her everything they felt for her, to her, and she
wanted it all.

Sounds of pleasure-filled moans and
groans of lust settled in the air around them. The melodic offering
was all of them, together, and Euterpe, the muse of music, didn’t
need to help them. Whatever came out of their mouths was them and
therefore sounded beautiful.

Suddenly, without anyone suggesting
they change places again. Steropes pulled away from their kiss and
latched onto the breast Agres had been teasing with his fingers. At
the same time, Agres brought her face to his, and pressed his lips
to hers.

Their kiss wasn’t soft or playful,
there was much more to it than pleasure. The meeting of their lips
and tongues was passionate, hard, and brimming with pure need. The
Cyclops that made bolts brighter moved up onto his knees, held her
head still, and poured all his feelings into their kiss. It was
fierce, full of raw hunger, and brought tears to her eyes. She
could sense how difficult things had been for him and wanted to do
something to soothe him, but Brontes spread her legs wider, and
swiftly moved his tongue in and out of her pussy.

Each thrust was accompanied by
another rumble. He toned down his unique ability, but the grumble
of his thunder was there, and tickled her senses. In response to
the slight reverberations running through her body, she felt her
nipples tighten to hard pebbles, and on her next breath, she broke
apart.

The rippling waves of her climax
radiated out from her mound and touched every inch of her body. The
hair on her head stood up and her toes pointed. While her pussy
clenched around his tongue and tried to pull it back inside her,
Cyra knew there was more to come from her lovers.

A sharp edge to her lust had been
softened and she felt satisfied, but her hunger for them and their
cocks’ inside her, pounding away, was still there and more intense
than it had been. What she felt for the three Cyclopes when they
were making love was much more than she’d ever experienced at a
Dionysian festival. The best part of their time together was that
she knew everything that was happening. There was nothing clouding
her mind, whatever she did with them was because she wanted
to.

Slowly, she came down from the peak
of passion and large rough hands roamed over her flesh, whipping
her needs back up. She also felt a long rod gradually making its
way through her pussy. Opening her eyes, she smiled into Brontes
grinning face.

“We love to watch you come. You’re
so expressive, so beautiful.” He leaned over and kissed her softly,
while he effortlessly slid a small portion of his prick in and out.
The motion was easy because she was excited and the honey that
excitement created made the sensual fucking feel natural. Brontes
had the biggest cock of the three and once she could take him
comfortably, she could take them all. “Let’s do it
again.”

Cyra moaned in response, but to make
sure they understood the answer was a positive, she shifted her
hands around until she held a cock in each. They were both heated
rods of love, but the thinnest was more so than the other. Looking
to the side, she looked at his prick, and found a lit column. She’d
seen it earlier, but hadn’t thought anything had been seriously
wrong.

The brothers carried their
personifications inside them and some seeped to the surface. It had
never caused them pain before, although she couldn’t tell if he
felt any discomfort from it or not. While she knew he was turned
on, his face was red, and he had a glowing cock. She couldn’t see
his eye, the lid was lowered, and the lashes were covering what was
going on in his head, so she asked him.