Truth growled softly. “With pleasure.” Leaning forward he took her mouth in a much more forceful kiss. He tasted sharp and wild when his tongue pressed against her lips, asking for entry, just as it had during the last kiss they had shared. Though she had been unwilling to let him in before, now Becca couldn’t deny him. She moaned and opened to him, reaching up to stroke the short, black hair at the nape of his neck as he deepened their kiss.
At the same time, she could feel Far kissing her cheek and then moving lower to taste the sensitive side of her neck with long, sensuous licks. The sensation of being kissed by one man while another caressed and tasted her throat made her hot and cold all over. She moaned into Truth’s mouth and he swallowed the sound eagerly, his lips still ravaging hers.
Finally he broke the kiss, a troubled look on his face.
“What?” Becca asked him, still panting for breath. Far was still kissing her throat, making it hard to think but she could see that something was bothering Truth. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked gently.
“I don’t…I should not enjoy this,” he said at last. “I should want to rip you from Far’s arms and claim you for my own. And yet the sight of the two of you entwined, embracing is…I find it strangely compelling.” He shook his head. “But it is not the Rai’ku way.”
“No, but it’s the Twin Kindred way,” Far murmured, looking up. “To take pleasure in watching your brother pleasure the female you share is natural to us. Very natural. Tell me, Brother, can you take pleasure in this?”
His large, warm hand ran up Becca’s trembling belly and cupped the curve of her breast through the thin silk nightgown.
Becca moaned as he thumbed her nipple gently, teasing the tight little point and sending sparks of pleasure straight to the wet, swollen spot between her thighs.
Truth watched, his pale eyes heavy-lidded with lust.
“Yes,” he said at last, thickly. “I can take pleasure in watching you do that.”
“Then join me.” Far tugged at her nightgown, letting the thin spaghetti strap slip down her shoulder. He looked at Becca. “With your permission, my lady,” he murmured. “May I bare your lovely breasts and share you with my brother?”
Becca bit her lip. Mother of God, she felt like she was melting between them, being wholly consumed by the sexual heat the two large, muscular male bodies on either side of her were putting out. Part of her felt she should stop—put on the brakes now before things went too far. But another, larger part wanted more—so much more. It’s all right, she told herself. I can stop anytime I want. We won’t go too far.
“Becca?” Far asked, still waiting for her answer.
“All…all right,” she whispered at last. “But nothing…nothing below the waist.”
“As you wish,” Far murmured. He slipped the other strap off her shoulder and then tugged gently until the thin silk slid down her skin, baring her breasts. The top of the gown puddled in slippery folds around her waist, leaving her half naked and completely vulnerable. He looked at Truth. “Watch me, Brother,” he murmured. “And see how this makes you feel.”
Leaning down, he took Becca’s right nipple between his lips and sucked it gently into his hot mouth.
Becca couldn’t help herself, she gave a little cry and thrust out her chest, pressing hard against his sweet lips, offering herself for more pleasure. Even during that one, short encounter she tried not to think about, the one that had sent her scuttling to the convent in the first place, she had never felt such pleasure. And Far was barely touching her…he was simply sucking gently at her nipple while his brother looked on.
Truth shifted, his eyes still filled with desire as he watched the show she and Far were putting on. Becca saw his hand go to the loose crotch of his trousers as he adjusted himself, trying to get more comfortable. Clearly, watching Far suck her nipple was affecting him.
At last, Far released her sensitive bud.
“Do you like it, Brother?” he asked, looking up at Truth. “Does it bring you pleasure to watch me pleasure our lady?”
“Damn you…” Truth shifted again. “You know it does, though it should not.”
“Yes, it should,” Far assured him. “As I said, it is the Twin Kindred way. But you are still only watching. Why do you not join in? Come, taste Becca’s other nipple. I assure you she is every bit as delicious as she looks.”
Becca bit her lip. In her wildest dreams and fantasies, she hadn’t pictured this scenario. Not because she didn’t want to, but because it made her feel guilty.
But you shouldn’t feel that way, the little voice which seemed determined to justify everything pointed out. After all, you did promise to help them bond. And this is the way Twin Kindred bond—they share a woman. Also, they promised nothing below the waist. So you should be fine.
Far was still waiting. “Come, Brother,” he murmured to Truth. “Will you taste her with me?”
The look of indecision suddenly fell away from Truth’s chiseled features.
“I will,” he growled softly. “I will…taste her with you.”
“Come, then.” Far went back to nursing her right nipple, circling it gently with his tongue.
After a moment of watching, Truth leaned down and cupped her left breast in his hand. With a soft growl of pure lust, he sucked her other nipple deeply into his mouth, pulling hard as though he was determined to get as much of her breast between his lips as he could.
Becca cried out and arched her back. Oh, that felt good. No, more than good—incredible. The sexual energy she felt anytime she was between them seemed to double and then triple. She’d never felt such pleasure and when she looked down, it was incredibly erotic to watch the brothers both tasting her nipples at the same time.
Her pussy began to feel even more wet and swollen, begging for attention. Becca had the sudden urge to spread her thighs and let them touch her there too—to compare the way it felt to have first Far’s hand on her, and then Truth’s.
No, nothing below the waist! she reminded herself. It’s one thing to help them bond but I don’t want to go too far.
But just because she had decided not to let them touch her below the waist didn’t mean she couldn’t touch herself.
Normally, she would never have done such a thing. But the sexual pleasure inside her was kicking into overdrive—pushing her to the edge—making her crazy to come.
She freed her right hand from Far, who was too intent on sucking her nipple to notice, and slipped it down between her legs. The cream silk nightgown was riding high on her thighs and she never wore panties to bed, meaning her pussy was bare beneath the lace border of the gown.
With a little moan of pure need, Becca slid her slim fingers between her swollen pussy lips and began to rub along the side of her clit with light, quick strokes.
The feel of her own fingers was so good it was almost unbearable. She almost never allowed herself any kind of sexual release. In the life she’d been living up until recently, it was considered better to try and put the desires of the flesh completely out of one’s mind.
Becca had been good at that—really good at ignoring or sublimating any sexual needs she had…until Truth and Far had come along, that was. Now it seemed like her body was out of control—she couldn’t ignore her needs anymore, couldn’t pretend them away. She had to give her body what it so desperately needed and right now what she needed was to come.
Becca had her eyes closed, concentrating completely on the pleasure surging through her. The sensations between her legs were so intense it took her a moment to realize that Truth and Far had stopped sucking her nipples.
When she did realize, she opened her eyes and gasped in embarrassment. Both brothers were watching intently as she stroked between her legs.
“Well, well, Rebecca…” Truth’s deep voice was hoarse with desire. “And I thought you said nothing below the waist.”
“Oh!” Becca bit her lip in sheer embarrassment. She was about to snatch her hand away when Far stopped her,
touching her wrist lightly.
“No, don’t,” he said quietly. “You’re beautiful, mi’now. Let us watch you finish.”
“I…I couldn’t,” Becca faltered. “I just…I never should have…”
“Never should have what, given yourself pleasure? Why not?” Truth asked. “It is as I said earlier—you need a release. If you will not let us give you one, why should you not give one to yourself?”
“I…I don’t know. It’s just…it’s not something I ought to be doing,” Becca whispered.
“But you want to do it, don’t you?” Far murmured. Gently, he placed one large hand on her thigh.
“I like that…the sight of that.” Truth’s voice was slightly strangled but he managed to continue. “The sight of your hand on our lady’s thigh, the contrast of your skin tones…it is very…”
“Erotic,” Far finished for him softly. “I agree, Brother. Why do you not touch our lady’s other thigh? You know she said it gives her pleasure when we both touch her at once.”
“She did, didn’t she?” Truth growled. He put his hand on Becca’s other thigh and squeezed lightly, his pale eyes fixed on her face. “Well, Rebecca? Do you feel the pleasure now?”
Becca gasped as the connection which had been diminished when the two of them stopped sucking her nipples abruptly resumed. Mother of God, it felt so good…too good to stop, even if she was being watched.
I shouldn’t, she thought but her fingers were moving again, seemingly of their own volition. Biting her lip, she spread her pussy with her index and ring fingers and continued the quick, light strokes along the side of her clit with her middle finger. She heard a low groan of appreciation from Far, and Truth gave a soft, guttural curse under his breath in what sounded like the Kindred universal language.
“So beautiful,” Far breathed as she stroked, pushing herself higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Truth murmured. “I’ve always wondered what the inside of your pussy looks like, Rebecca. I wondered if it was the same creamy brown as your tight little nipples.”
“I wonder what it tastes like,” Far growled softly. “Goddess, I would love to bury my face between your thighs and lick your sweet folds right now, mi’now.”
Becca bit back another moan at the hot image of the light twin between her legs tasting her. She could almost see his wild blond mane moving between her thighs as he licked and sucked and penetrated her with his tongue… Mother of God, she really shouldn’t be entertaining these thoughts or letting herself imagine these actions. And yet she seemed powerless to stop.
“You want to taste her there?” Truth sounded surprised and intrigued.
“Not just want to—need to,” Far told his brother. “It’s a Kindred trait, the need to taste your woman. Do the Rai’ku not do such things?”
“We…do not. It is a forbidden activity, along the same lines as touching another male.”
Far shook his head, his eyes still locked on Becca’s slim fingers slipping over her inner folds.
“You don’t know what you’re missing, Brother. The feel of a female’s thighs locked around your head while you spread her soft pussy lips with your tongue, the sound of her moans as she begs for more, the taste of her juices as she comes in your mouth over and over…”
“Your description is most…moving.” Truth’s voice was sounding strangled again.
Far spared him a brief glance. “Maybe it’s a rule you can allow yourself to bend just a little? I would love to teach you how to eat pussy—if Becca will allow me to use her sweet body as an example.”
“There is…much we can learn from each other,” Truth murmured. “I know it is forbidden and yet…”
“And yet you crave the sweet, creamy taste of her honey. Admit it, Brother—the Kindred in you is crying out to lick those delicate folds. To drop to your knees before our lady and bury your tongue deep in her beautiful pussy.”
“I…don’t know.” Truth still sounded yearning but doubtful.
“Think on it,” Far murmured. “Maybe sometime in the future I can show you what I mean. Would you like that, Truth? Would it give you pleasure to look on as I pleasure our lady with my tongue?”
“I…it shouldn’t,” Truth protested.
“And yet it would. Perhaps so much pleasure that you could not help but join in,” Far said softly.
His words gave Becca a sudden mental image of both brothers between her legs, taking their time, tasting her each in turn and then together, making her come…
The forbidden image along with the pleasure she was giving herself was suddenly too much. The orgasm that had been building up inside her crested, washing over her like a tidal wave, making her toes curl and her back arch as she gave way completely to the overwhelming sensation.
“Oh…oh!” she cried. “Oh, please, Far…Truth…”
“We’re here, my lady,” Truth said hoarsely, squeezing her thigh. “Right here with you. Gods, you’re beautiful when you come.”
“More than beautiful,” Far murmured, stroking her other thigh. “I only wish it was the two of us that had brought you such pleasure.” He looked up at Truth. “Can’t you just see it, Brother? One of us sucking her nipples while the other makes love to her pussy with his tongue…as we share our lady. Share her and make her come over and over…”
“I…can imagine.” Truth still sounded conflicted. Becca thought through the haze of pleasure that he might have been okay with some sharing but he still wasn’t prepared to go too far.
Then again, she had just gone much farther herself tonight than she had ever planned. What else might be in store for the three of them?
Chapter Sixteen
“Well…” Becca pulled down the hem of her silky sleepwear, much to Far’s regret. She had the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen and his mouth watered to taste her. Even more, he wanted his brother to watch while he tasted her. Truth was coming around, he could feel it. And the more he could convince his prickly twin to share in pleasure with their lady, the closer he could bring his brother to a true bonding.
Speaking of their lady, Becca’s cheeks were dark with a blush as she crossed her legs. Was she regretting her actions? Far hoped not.
“That was beautiful,” he murmured to her. Leaning down he brushed a stray tendril from her face and kissed the corner of her lush mouth gently.
“It was, Rebecca,” Truth agreed. Thank you for letting Far and I watch your moment of pleasure. Truly, I—we were honored that you showed such trust and allowed yourself to be vulnerable with us.”
“Oh, well…I didn’t mean to. I mean, I never have ever…done anything like that, uh, before.” Becca curled the hand she’d used to touch herself into a fist and looked away, her cheeks still flushed.
Far wished he could do something to prove to her that what she had showed them was beautiful and not a shameful thing at all. The unconscious gesture she’d made with her fist gave him an idea.
Lifting the hand she’d been touching herself with, he gently unclenched her digits. Becca made a little sound of protest but didn’t fight him as he opened her hand. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he sucked her first two fingers deep into his mouth.
Becca gave a little gasp and Far heard a soft curse from his brother. When he looked at Truth, the dark twin’s pale gray eyes were half-lidded with lust.
“Gods,” he muttered. “Is it…good, Brother?”
Far finished cleaning the sweet, salty honey from Becca’s slim brown fingers and slowly released her hand.
“Delicious,” he assured his brother in a thick voice. “Perhaps you’d like to try some for yourself the next time the three of us come together?”
“Perhaps…” Truth murmured. “But—”
He broke off abruptly because the room around them was melting, dissolving into a silver mist that surrounded the three of them in a gray, diffuse light.
“What now?” Truth growled hoarsely. “What else can happen?”
/> “It’s a vision—can’t you feel it?” Far asked, awed.
“Another bad one?” Becca sounded anxious. “I didn’t hear the howling this time,” she added.
“The harbinger comes only with dire forecasts of the future,” Far assured her. “This one feels…more informative somehow.”
“It feels damn strange is how it feels,” Truth grumbled. “Why does this have to happen every time the three of us touch at the same time?”
“It happened because you finally allowed it to happen—allowed me to find you,” a new voice said.
“Who in the Seven Hells is that?” Truth scanned the silvery gray mist, a tense look on his face. “Who are you? Show yourself!”
“Gladly.”
The figure had come to a stop and Far saw it was a small, roundish male with a perfectly bald head. He was wearing outlandish clothes—a pair of blue and pink checked tights and what looked like a floppy black frill around his full midsection. His chest was bare and there was a small patch of pink furry looking hair between his nipples.
Other than the strange clothes, the small man looked remarkably human except for the third eye on his high, shiny forehead.
“You may know me as Vashtar. I am the Loxanna B’yool—the seer of Orthanx,” he said, making an elaborate bow.
“Excuse me but the who of what?” Far asked, frowning.
“I’m more concerned with what he said than who he is,” Truth said. “What were you talking about when you said we allowed you to find us?”
“Can you truly not guess?” The small man, who called himself Vashtar, looked at them intently. “You do not see?”
“Do not see what?” Becca asked, frowning. “What are you seeing that we can’t?”
“As to that, I see only what the eye brings me.” He gestured gracefully at his forehead where the third eye—which was ruby red unlike the plain brown of the other two—blinked slowly. “And lately it has been bringing me pictures and thoughts of the three of you and your broken triumvirate. I have been unable to reach you until now. But the pleasure you took in each other—your unity, however brief—finally allowed me to break through and contact you.”