Panthers' Pleasure [Impulse 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

“You like it when I bite your nipples, sugar?” Vilas asked when he broke the kiss.

“Yes, I didn’t realize that pain could be such a powerful aphrodisiac.”

“Well, in that case…” Vilas grinned at Rafe. “Fetch me a paddle, man. We’re gonna give our mate her first lesson in discipline. Turn over, babe. Get up on your knees for me and let me at that sweet ass of yours.”

Vilas occupied his time alternately kissing, nipping at, and lightly spanking Chantal’s buttocks until Rafe returned with the paddle.

“You like me spanking you, darlin’?”

“It tingles. It’s like that plug up my backside burns harder when you hit me.”

Rafe chuckled. “That’s kinda the idea.”

“Your ass sure does look pretty when it’s all pink from a spanking,” Vilas said, sitting back on his haunches to admire his handiwork. “Let’s see if we can improve on that, though. Go with the pain, darlin’. When I spank you, just relax into it if you can and wait for it to transmute to pleasure.”

“How do you know that it will?”

He and Rafe both purred with amusement. “It will, honey,” Rafe said. “You’re so damned responsive that this sort of stuff has to have been invented with you in mind.”

Vilas extended one claw and barely touched Chantal’s clit with it. At the same time he brought the paddle down lightly on her butt. She cried out, then craned her neck sideways and smiled at him.

“Like that, babe?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure.” Her eyes danced with a combination of devilment and passion. “You’d better do it again so I can decide.”

Rafe laughed. “It’s one greedy little cat we’ve got ourselves here, buddy.”

“Yeah, but she was made for us.”

“No arguments there.”

This time, when Vilas spanked her, Rafe did the same thing to Vilas, using a switch. Vilas almost
did
shoot his load this time. He loved it when Rafe punished him, but he hadn’t been expecting it and had been taken off guard. Chantal squirmed and Vilas spanked her a little harder, digging deeper into her swollen clit as he did so.

“You’re making me crazy, Vilas,” she moaned, tossing her head from side to side. “And I love it.”

“I know you do, babe, but you’re not supposed to admit it.” Vilas rubbed his cheek against her ass and purred. “It’s meant to be a punishment.”

She shot him a sideways, somnolent smile. “Then punish me some more.”

“Those that ask don’t get, sugar,” he said, removing his claw from her nub and waggling it at her instead.

“She’s ready for you,” Rafe purred in Vilas’s ear. “Just like I’m ready for you.”

“We’re all gonna fuck together,” Vilas said to Chantal. “Move onto your back again, darlin’, spread your legs for me, and let me at your gorgeous cunt.”

As soon as she was in position, Vilas’s fingers disappeared inside her, buried as far as they’d go. She pushed against them, moaning softly. Rafe dropped the head of his cock against her lips and she sucked it into her mouth, her eyes sparkling with mischief, presumably because she was running her tongue across his glans.

“I thought you were saving that for me,” Vilas said in an aggrieved tone.

“Just getting it warmed up for you, buddy.”

“Vilas, I need you,” Chantal breathed, pushing harder against his fingers.

“What, my fingers and that plug up your ass aren’t enough for you?”

“Not nearly.”

Vilas pretended to be annoyed as he positioned himself between her legs, removed his fingers, and inched the head of his cock into her.

“Christ!” he breathed. “She’s so fucking tight. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

He felt the mattress shift as Rafe positioned himself behind him and lubed Vilas’s anus.

“Rafe’s gonna fuck my ass while I take your cunt, Chantal,” Vilas explained. “Next time the three of us do this, you’ll be the one in the middle.”

“Just imagine that, babe,” Rafe purred as he slid into Vilas’s backside. “Our two cocks fucking you senseless. You think you might like that?”

She let out a dreamy sigh. “I can’t wait.”

“Open your legs as wide as they’ll go, darlin’, and keep perfectly still. Let Rafe and me do all the work.”

“For someone who’s never had a woman before,” Chantal said, panting with expectation, “you sure know how to turn one on.”

“We’ve had enough time to think about it,” Vilas replied.

He smiled as he worked his way a little deeper into her, inch by inch, savoring every glorious moment as his cock was enveloped within her warm wetness. He teased her by withdrawing and then plunging a little deeper with his next thrust. The feel of Rafe working his ass spurred him on. This was like nothing he’d ever known before and he was all out of patience. He drove himself savagely into Chantal, slapping the side of her buttock with one hand.

“That’s it, babe, you’ve got it all now. You’ve taken every goddamned inch of me, you greedy little she-cat.”

“You’re enormous, Vilas. I’m going to explode.”

“Rafe’s enormous, too. He’s filling my ass and I’m loving having you both. Hell, I love you both to distraction. Now come on, let’s really fuck each other.”

Vilas and Rafe moved together in perfect harmony. They’d done this to each other, or something like it, virtually every day for years and knew exactly what floated one another’s boat. They moved savagely, Rafe’s loaded balls slapping against Vilas’s ass in time with the sound of his hand spanking the side of Chantal’s butt.

“Pick it up, lover,” he said to Rafe, his voice tight with tension, “I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Let’s all come together,” Rafe said breathlessly. “Come on, babe. Are you close?”

“Yes, fuck it, yes! Give it to me, Vilas. Make me come for you right now.”

She closed about him, screaming as her orgasm hit. Vilas and Rafe didn’t falter, moving faster and faster, sweating and swearing as they, too, reached the pinnacle.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Vilas said. “You’ve got me now. I’m all yours.”

He yelled to the rafters as he shot his load deep inside his mate, his cock twitching and pulsating as relief flooded through him and finally, after years of waiting, he felt completely at peace. Rafe, predictably, remained rock hard inside his ass, ignoring both him and Chantal as they reached noisy climaxes. Presumably sensing that Vilas was spent, he picked up the pace.

“What do you say, buddy? Shall we try and give her another one?”

Rafe was more than capable of bringing Vilas to a plateau again almost immediately and Vilas rose to the occasion, in all respects. He lowered his head to feast on one of Chantal’s nipples as he hardened inside her again. She opened her eyes wide, clearly astonished to feel him come back to life so quickly.

“Come on, darlin’, stay with me. I’ve got another one for you.”

“I can feel it.” She lifted her hips and sucked him in a little deeper. “I love it that you recover so quickly.”

“When you get to have Rafe’s huge cock up your ass, you’ll understand how that can happen.”

“I can’t wait, and I’m as hot as hell, Vilas. I need to come again.”

He and Rafe, turned on by her words, moved faster than before, delving deep, satiated by their recent climaxes and ready to make this one last.

“Move with us, babe,” Vilas said. “But make sure you keep to our tempo.”

Fire exploded inside Vilas as their mate did as he asked. The most unimaginable spangles of pleasure stirred deep within his gut and radiated slowly toward his outermost reaches. Rafe’s balls were so hard they were almost painful when they slapped against him. Vilas didn’t care. He lived for that sort of pain, and for the pleasure he knew he was giving to the man he loved. He pushed his ass farther toward him, and then retreated to thrust as hard into Chantal’s tight channel as he could manage.

“Boys, fuck me!” Chantal screamed. “I can’t believe what you’re doing to me. What you’re making me feel. I’m on sensual overload.”

“Believe it, sweetheart,” Rafe said, his voice tight from the strain of holding back. “This is what you’re in for every day from now on.”

“Will it always be this explosive?”

“Hell, this is nothing,” Vilas said. “You just wait and see what we’ve got lined up for you, once you get used to taking us both.”

“You have plans for me already?”

“We’ve had plenty of time to plan what we intend to do to our mate.”

“And tried it out on each other?”

“Some of it. We wouldn’t want to disappoint you.” Vilas lowered his head and bit hard on one of her nipples. “Now, let it go, babe. Feel us fucking you and enjoy.”

She screamed as she closed about his cock, pulling him over the edge with her. Rafe gave it up, too, gushing into his ass just as Vilas shot his heavy load into Chantal. He screwed his eyes tight shut as he reveled in the fire that lanced through his veins and the overwhelming love he felt for the two people who’d just given him the most intensely satisfying orgasm of his entire life.

* * * *

Chantal, totally exhausted, turned on her side, rested her head on Vilas’s chest, and expelled a deep sigh of contentment. Was life allowed to be this good? No, of course it wasn’t, but she refused to think about what she had to do very soon. Rafe released her hands, extracted the plug from her butt, and spooned himself against her back, half-erect again, she couldn’t help noticing. These two were insatiable.

“Do you feel your power being restored to you yet, boys?” she asked.

Rafe purred out a laugh. “Give us a moment.”

“It’s just that if you don’t, we could always repeat the process.” She flashed a cheeky grin. “I wouldn’t want you getting all weak and feeble on me.”

“Told you,” Vilas said, admiration in his tone as he ran his fingers gently through her hair. “She’s obsessed with our cocks.”

“I’m obsessed!” She half sat up, her tits bouncing against her chest, causing Rafe to reach out and cup one. “That’s good coming from you two.”

“We’ve been celibate for decades,” Vilas protested. “So we have an excuse.”

“Not exactly.”

“We need to get you spruced up,” Rafe said. “We can do this again later, but right now we have a wedding party to attend.”

“Our wedding party,” Vilas reminded her. “And the whole colony will want to celebrate with us.”

“Not to mention envying us like hell.”

Reluctantly Chantal allowed her somnolent self to be levered from the bed and carried to their enormous bathroom. Vilas filled the oversized circular tub to the brim with steaming water and poured half a jar of fragrant essence into it. Rafe helped her into the bath and joined her there. Vilas fiddled with something on the wall and then joined them as well. She looked up as a screen sprang to life, showing the video Vilas had taken of her and Rafe fucking.

“Wow!” was all she could think of to say, glad that the water hid the fact that her juices were flowing freely again.

A hand sought out one of her tits and squeezed. A hand on her other side zoomed in on her cunt. They sat in silence, watching their performance as Rafe played with her nipples and Vilas brought her to a screaming orgasm with his fingers. As soon as it abated, Rafe flipped her over so that she was kneeling on the padded seat and gripping the handrail on the edge of the bath. He slipped into her from behind, filling her to capacity as he fucked her in time to the rhythm the three of them were setting on the video.

They climbed from the bath when the water turned cold and the video ran out. Vilas wrapped her in a fluffy towel and carried her back to the bedroom. It seemed she wouldn’t be allowed to walk anywhere when these two were around. She died a little inside when she remembered that she wouldn’t be here for long enough to find out if that was actually true. While Vilas dried her off, Rafe went into the sitting room, returning with a hanging rail full of beautiful dresses.

“Where on earth did they come from?”

“Irena runs the dress shop in town. We asked her to send a few things over for you to choose from for tonight.”

“You didn’t need to do that.”

“You’re our mate.” Vilas growled. “You think we won’t dress you right?”

“I know, but…” She couldn’t explain the guilt she felt, didn’t want to alert their hypersensitive minds to her turmoil, and so she enthused over the dresses instead. “What do you think of this one?” she asked, holding a black chiffon number against her.

“Not black, honey,” Rafe said. “This is a wedding.”

“How about this one then?” She extracted a vibrant, blue, floaty creation, the color almost identical to her men’s eyes.

“Yes,” they said, nodding in unison.

There were shoes to go with each dress, making Chantal feel like a complete fraud. It didn’t take her long to get ready. She retreated to her own room to apply her makeup and when she returned to the sitting room, Rafe and Vilas were waiting for her, both looking devastating in white tuxedos. They were even wearing proper shoes in honor of the occasion. She gulped as she stared at them, wondering if she was completely insane to walk out on them. Then she remembered the alternative and knew the only way she could repay their love was to give them up, even if the pain of separation killed her. Better she died than they did. There was nothing special about her, but they were unique, irreplaceable.