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“Lufra, that’s good!” Luxuriously, he tilted his pelvis and she took another inch. “Suck me.”

Her inner muscles clenching with greed, Anje increased the suction. Her head bobbed and Brin inhaled deeply. “Don’t stop.”

Behind her, Trey worked ointment down the cleft in her ass cheeks. He presented a finger loaded with cream to the pucker of her anus and circled it round and round.

Anje yelped around the thickness of Brin’s cock, but his fingers tightened mercilessly in her hair. “
Don’t stop, I said!
”

“Bear down, Anje love,” said Trey. “Work with me.” He probed gently, remorselessly. With a pop, his finger disappeared to the first knuckle. “Good girl.” As he worked the cream deeper into her, he crooned encouragement, dropping kisses on her shoulders, rubbing his cheek against her skin.

Anje’s mouth was full of the quintessential taste of man, hot and salty and hard. She could barely breathe. The blood-heating sensations in her ass made her head spin.

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Her buttocks bobbed and jerked, but Trey was ruthless. Another finger joined the first and she cried out around Brin’s flesh in arousal and distress. The shaman leaned forward and shifted his grip to her jaw, guiding her up and down at a more acute angle.

Trey scissored his fingers, stretching her wide. Simultaneously, he drove two fingers of his other hand into her sopping vagina, directly into the soft pad of flesh behind her clitoris.

Anje clamped her mouth over Brin’s cock as if it was the one fixed point in her universe. Breathing hard through her nose, she came and came until her vision grayed out.

When it was over, Brin let her lift her weary head off his flesh. She lay panting on his thigh, Trey’s hands still buried in her body.

“She only gets better, doesn’t she?” Trey sounded positively gleeful. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and her flesh released him with a reluctant plop. She moaned.

“That she does,” agreed Brin. He sighed heavily. “Go ahead, Trey, she’s all yours. It’ll be easier with you.”

Anje’s eyes shot open. Brin’s erection towered in front of her, slick and shiny with saliva. It was dark with blood, the cock head an angry-looking purple, unappeased. It looked terrifying. Wonderful.

She braced her hands on the rock hardness of his thigh and sat up. Her lower body throbbed with a slow insistent beat, like a ritual drum. The blood fizzed in her veins. She had the exhilarating sensation of walking a knife’s edge. Holy Mother, she must be mad!

She opened her mouth and sealed her fate. “Coward,” she said.

The silence chilled her soul.

“
What
did you say?” Brin’s voice was bland, mildly curious.

Her guts heaved. “You wanted my ass. Aren’t you man enough to take it?”

“Anje love—”

“Let her finish, Trey.”

Her courage almost deserted her. “You’re afraid to put your self-control to the test, mighty shaman.”

This time the silence lasted an eon. “What do you want, Anje?” It sounded as if the words were forced out between clenched teeth.

She tossed her head. “Everything you’re man enough to give me.”

“All?” His tone was very peculiar. Uneasiness snaked through her. “You want it
all
?”

“Yes?” Provoking him hadn’t been one of her better ideas, but it was too late. Pride would not permit her to withdraw. “I mean, yes!”

Brin stared at her for endless moments. His pupils were so dilated, his eyes were all black, save for the flames of Lufra leaping in a devilish dance. A wolfish smile broke

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slowly over his face until he was grinning so broadly, the dimple in his cheek flashed among the stubble.

She was lucky she wasn’t standing. Her knees wouldn’t have been strong enough to support her.

“Lufra, I love it when you push!” He grabbed her by the shoulders and dropped a kiss on her nose. “You ready?”

Before she could say no, he’d flipped her over flat on her stomach. He shoved a big hand between her shoulder blades and held her down while he explored the hot, pink globes of her ass. “Perfect,” he growled.

A broad finger furrowed between her cheeks and tunneled into her anus. As she whimpered, it withdrew and returned, cool and slick with balm. He was merciless about slathering it on and working it well in, while her bowels cramped with strange, dark pleasure.

She was panting by the time Brin finished, biting her lip to hold back her cries. Turning her head, she watched him scoop a glob out of the jar and smear it generously over his stone-hard shaft. Trey was hypnotized, one hand on his own cock, pumping slowly as he watched. His lower lip drooped, plump with desire.

Brin slid a brawny arm under her waist and hauled her back and up. He shoved her knees open with his own, gripped one cheek in each hand and opened her up like a soft fruit. “You’ve got the cutest asshole, scout. All pouty and puckered. It looks like it wants to be kissed.” Something smooth and hard nudged her flesh. It burned. “Do you need Trey to hold you?”

“No.” She dragged in a breath. “But I’d like him to.”

Trey gripped her hands, while Brin dug his long fingers into her hips. The cruel pressure at her rear increased unbearably and she gasped aloud.

“Push back, scout.” He huffed out a laugh. “It’s what you’re good at, after all.”

Incensed, she pushed, the pressure eased and Brin’s cock head surged inside her with a solid squelch. “Mother of Mercy!”

The shaman chuckled, dark and wicked in her ear. “She can’t help you now.” He pushed in another inch, and rocked back, working her in short strokes that took him remorselessly deeper by slow degrees. Anje panted, crushing Trey’s fingers in her own, her sphincter stretched so tightly it was on fire. Tears stood in her eyes.

After an age, Brin stopped. He dropped his head to her shoulder and she could feel the effort it took for him to discipline his breathing. “Lufra, you feel fabulous! So silky and hot—” He broke off and went absolutely still.

The panicky tremors in her internal muscles subsided. Experimentally, she tightened them on the intruder and felt a flare of heat.

Brin pulled back in a slow drag and the temperature increased. Her pussy fluttered in sympathy. Ah gods, it was a disgusting act, but it was beginning to feel sinfully

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good. The tenderness of her buttocks echoed the hot pinch of pain in her ass and Brin pumped slowly in and out, filling her to overflowing with dark pleasure.

“Better now, scout?” he rumbled.

When she gave a jerky nod, he pulled her harder into his chest and sank back on to his knees. Embedded deep within her, he nipped her neck and fingered her nipples, tugging them deliciously hard, sparking bolts of lust that made her clit throb with demand. Then he leaned back against the wall and ran his hands down over her belly and into her pubic bush. He widened his knees, splaying her open, and spread her outer lips with his fingers.

“Now, Trey!”

“Gods yes!” Before she had time to protest, Trey had covered her mouth with his own and slid a fat, urgent inch into her pussy. There he stopped, blocked by Brin’s bulk.

Anje choked and shoved Trey’s face away. “What are you
doing
?” Her voice rose on a shriek.

Brin laughed, low and wicked. “You wanted it all, scout. We can’t give you more than both of us. Further, Trey.”

Ignoring her curses and pleas, Trey angled and pushed and finessed his way inside her until he was embedded as high in her sheath as he could go. His eyelids drooped with pleasure, the lashes tipped with gold in the warm light. “Lufra, this is the best—”

Mother help her, she was going to faint! The sensations were incredible, the heat and hardness of two masculine bodies pressed against her, hemming her in, overwhelming in their solidity. For the first time with the Feolin, she felt truly, utterly helpless. All her life, she’d been aware of her strength, the power of her long, lean limbs. Now she was acutely conscious of the softness of female flesh, its delicacy, its yielding dampness and giving heat.

The two cocks crammed inside her pulsed in time with the rasp of male breath. Every drop of blood in her body had descended to her loins. She was one huge, insistent throb, so sunk in sensation, she wasn’t sure that she wasn’t climaxing continuously at a low level, her clit tensing and fluttering, as hard as a berry.

She braced her thighs, trying to move herself on the impaling shafts, but they held her down.

Brin gave her nipple an admonitory tweak. “Hold still, scout. We’re doing the fucking.”

Anje stared into Trey’s wide hazel eyes, seeing there a tiny reflection of the white-hot flames in her own pupils.

The words came out slow and thick. “Let Trey do it. It’s what he wants.” Her lower body clenched with greed, feeling the two cocks jammed incestuously together inside her.

She licked her lips. “Fuck me, Trey. Fuck Brin through me.”

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Chapter Fifteen

The Dragon King ran his forked tongue over Her divine breasts, as round and rosy as gaeta fruit ripe on the vine. Holy Lufra sighed Her pleasure and the Dragon’s soul took flight, for in Her starry eyes he saw the lick of the flames he desired more than his hoard of burning gold—more than life itself. Shuddering, he abased himself, crouching to lay his heavy head at Her dainty foot.

Lufra and the Dragon King, a Feolin folk tale. An extract.

With a low, inarticulate cry, Trey broke. He reached past her to sink his fingers into Brin’s shoulders, his hips surged and he thrust and thrust.

The eyes rolled back in Anje’s head. She simply couldn’t imagine what Brin must be feeling, the thundering massage of Trey’s rigid penis transmitted through the smooth walls of her flesh.

Trey buried his sweaty face in the curve of her neck. He was chanting her name with every stroke, as though it was an invocation. Then his voice dropped to a guttural murmur and it was “Love, ah love,” as his buttocks hollowed with effort and his hips churned.

Anje was certain he no longer spoke to her alone.

“Trey, stop,” groaned Brin.

Trey’s cock hammered.

Brin stroked his open palm over the taut globe of Trey’s buttock. He flexed his fingers into the resilient flesh while he arched harder into Anje’s ass. “
Stop, I said!
”

Trey’s eyes glittered with love and lust. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. He slowed, but his hips continued a slow, instinctive shimmy, as though he was helpless to prevent it.

Brin’s breath rattled past her ear. “It’s too good. I’ve got to move. You’re making me—” he rasped. “I can’t offer and not be fucking her when it happens. Match me.”

He eased out of Anje’s ass, waited a spine-tingling second and pushed in again. Trey followed the motion, pulling out as the shaman surged in. Rapidly, they built the rhythm, sliding in turn through the channels of her body. She could feel them rub each other through the walls of her sheath and the eroticism of it forced a thin sound from her mouth. She’d never imagined she could make a sound like that, so desperate, so wanting.

Her head thrashed. “Holy Mother, I’m going out of my mind!”

“About time!” Brin panted against her neck, the ebb and thrust of his cock creating a dark fire of pain and pleasure.

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She writhed and mewled and begged without shame, scarcely knowing what she did.

Trey threw his head back. “Gods, I’m close!” His throat corded. “
Brin!
”

As if his strangled cry was a signal, Anje’s flesh convulsed in an endless heave that took her down and rolled her soul under a dark wave of shattering sensation. Trey groaned and pumped and pumped, shuddering until he was spent.

Vaguely, she felt the warmth of his semen wash into her. Behind, Brin’s body went rigid and his cock spasmed in long, tortured ripples that lasted forever. Her bowels cramped a last, greedy time and a piercing sweetness took her by surprise as she came again, right on the heels of the first climax.

Gradually, she became aware of where she ended and they began. She was sagged into Trey’s shoulder, gasping, her mouth plastered open against his skin. Brin’s hands cradled her breasts and his stubbled cheek pressed against her upper arm. His hair lay with hers in a great tangle, black on black, and Trey’s hand was buried to the wrist in the combined mass of it.

Anje’s heart still galloped like a vran at full stretch. She sucked in a long breath. The air was sharp with the smell of sex and sweat, underlaid with the green freshness of the bracken.

Brin sighed and opened his palm flat over her breastbone. She felt her heart rise to meet his touch. “You’re shaking,” he said. “Are you all right?”

“I think so.” She lifted her heavy head and Trey released his hold on their hair. “That was… I’ve never…”

Trey’s shaft slipped from her body. He kissed her cheek. “Amazing’s the word you’re looking for.”