Authors: Raven McAllan
He looked at Ran, who signaled his agreement.
“Willingly. After your senses are sated, we will together sate our souls. Your first release, ah, Mione-mine, ‘twill be all you ever dreamed of and more, and for this we will not remove your blindfold. You will scream out your pleasure by sense alone. Then, and only then, will we reveal all and experience all together.”
There was a moment’s silence. Had he forced her hand to such a degree she would baulk? He need not have worried.
With a smile guaranteed to set both cocks on fire, she spoke. “Then I am satisfied.”
Berry laughed. “Oh, not yet, my love, but you will, we promise you that.” So saying, he moved her hair to fall over her shoulders, baring her back, took a feather from her dresser, and ran it across her nakedness.
An involuntary shiver ran through her. One of delight?
“Scared, my love? We will not harm you. You have your safe word, if you ever feel to need it. Tonight, each time we are together is for mutual gratification. If it not please us all, it pleases none.”
“Not scared,” was her frank reply. “Wet, willing, waiting, and full of delicious anticipatory excitement. For you know I enjoy each of you, have relished all we have achieved, and see no reason why I should not continue to do so. Unless—” Her voice snapped. “I die of anticipation and lack of fulfillment.”
No chance of that.
Berry looked across at Ran. Their minds so attuned in a situation such as this there was no need for speech. As one they moved forward.
Hermione, in her velvet isolation, felt the air move and knew her lovers were very close by. Within her blackness, her senses heightened as predicted, she could hear her heartbeat, feel her blood as it pulsed through her body. She waited. The moving of her hair, the soft, feathery sweep over her shoulders, those butterfly kisses all contrived to incite her senses.
“Are you ready to come?” Ran said as a hand helped her into a prone position.
“More than ready.” The rogues! They knew. They more than knew. She was abrupt. “So, yes. Will you aid me, or do I help myself?”
“Oh, our love, we will help you.”
That sounded as she wished.
“Enjoy, and achieve release.”
She waited for more. The silence was complete, except for the soft swish of feathers, now on her chest, and—
Oh, my!
—between her legs, teasing her clit. She imagined their dampness, as she knew her juices must transfer to the feathers. Then she felt that sensation as they passed over her lips. A feeling so powerful she would be hard put to explain it began to fill her. One of sparks, such as she saw from a tinderbox or a burning coal.
Now a hand was touching her nipples and another gently opening the folds of her pussy and slipping a moistened finger inside her welcoming slit. Gad, she was so wet, why add more?
Hermione groaned in rapture, as her sensitized clit was circled and rubbed; that magic finger inside her moved and sent messages of promise to her brain. Her breasts were being fondled, each hard nipple nipped and soothed. She was going to explode. Never before had bliss been experienced to such a degree.
She shattered and screamed, her body arching away from the bed, being held firmly in place as she twisted and writhed in ecstasy.
“Oh, yes! Oh my, oh sweet Lord. Aahh.” She must surely be heard on Albemarle Street such was her loudness. Her voice was silenced by a kiss. More than one—one to drink her climax, one to show appreciation of her shattering.
Two pairs of hands held her lovingly as she felt herself climb down from that overwhelming height. Two mouths rested in turn on her lips, two male, aroused bodies lay close, one on either side of her now-quiescent self. Truly she could stay in this state, this cloister of loving, forever, such was her pleasure.
Her lovers had other ideas. No sooner than she felt sated, relaxed, and at peace, the sensual onslaught began again. Two hard cocks began to rub her legs, her breasts, and her thighs. Which belonged to whom, she had no idea and no need to know. All she needed was to feel. No, she lied, not all. She wished to see, to watch their faces, see their cocks as they hardened and took. Before she put voice to the thought, she felt hands at the ties behind her head, and her blindfold fell across her breasts.
Blinking in the candlelight, she looked from one man to the other. And burst out laughing. Two identical grins, two pairs of eyes—one dark, one blue—trained on her. And two cravats tied carelessly, one around each neck: Berry’s in his customary gray, Ran’s sparkling white.
Berry handed her a red lace scarf, as scarlet as her rouged lips.
“As ‘tis such an auspicious occasion, my love, we decided a mote of formality was required, hence our cravats. Pray, will you join with us and wear your gift around your graceful neck?”
She smiled, hoping the sense of mischief she felt showed in her eyes. “Ah, my loves, I will be honored to join you.” The lace was tied in a bow, the ends hanging in such a way as to draw their eyes downward to her breast and beyond.
“Damn if I wouldn’t like to see that covering your eyes one day,” Ran observed as his gaze caressed her.
“Perchance, my lord, one day you will,” she said serenely. The idea excited and aroused her. She needed no extra arousing; she was still wet, ready, and eager. Her hands strayed, each to a cock to fondle and feel their throbbing hardness beneath her questing fingers.
“Ah, love”—Ran spoke in a clipped tone—”you want me to come when I am not deep inside you?”
She shook her head. “I wish to feel you, both of you, hard, deep, and buried in me. I admit I am curious as to how this will be achieved. Forsooth, you both know how to pleasure me and indeed yourselves when I am not with you, I believe, nay I saw, so let us be true to each other. For without truth and honesty our—what do we call it? Our arrangement?—will be for naught.”
“Our partnership of loving.” Ran spoke with definition. “Our ménage.”
“Our love.” That from Berry, who caught Ran in a deep, possessive kiss that seared her soul and gave rise to a desire to beg for inclusion. “We will do all and more to ensure we all gain such satisfaction, and we desire no other.”
Ah, Gad, the sound of that was music to her ears.
“Show me.” She commanded. “Let us all experience this you both talk about. I am nigh on delirious with expectation.” She looked from one to the other, her hands never ceasing her fondling. “So, my lords, I seem to have two silky, hard cocks in my hands. What to do with them?”
“If it be your pleasure, Mione-mine, we will show you.” It seemed even the room awaited her response.
She gazed at two sets of questing eyes. “Show me.” She commanded. “If you dare.”
“Oh, we do dare.”
Her interest equaled that of her arousal. Both were great, her apprehension almost so.
Think! You have a safe word. You are safe to indulge your curiosity.
“Then I am ready, willing, and inquisitive as to the manner we three interconnect.” She looked from one to the other, all three lying prone, surrounded by the creamy coverlet. Her hands caressed a cock each, as she watched and enjoyed the moment of hands playing with her breasts.
“Well, my dear, it will be our delight to instruct you, for indeed there are many ways for us to enjoy each other, and in time we will explore all. First, we crave your indulgence for your ideas on the following…” Ran paused.
Again Berry continued, as the more eloquent, or as natural leader. Perchance, she decided, it was both.
“To ensure we are satiated, we can choose to be one in each; therefore, one of us fucks you, the other fucks him. This ensures we all come, hopefully, together.”
“Mm, I feel that apart from my pussy, I am but superfluous. Is there no way I can, shall we say, have more active participation in events?” Her tone was frivolous.
“We circle,” Berry interpolated. “Perhaps not here tonight, but in my bedchamber where the bed was built in hope of such a divertissement, ‘tis easily accomplished; therefore, a daisy chain. Maybe you would prefer a cock in your mouth and one in you cunt, that way your pussy will not be the only part of you busy? This, right now, is our preference. One day our pleasure, I hope, will be for you to accept us simultaneously, one in your arse and one somewhat more conventionally. I regret, however, Mione-ours, this is for a later tryst. One you will need to be prepared for. Therefore this time, I will come in your pussy, and Ran in your mouth. Will that be acceptable? My love, you are shaking.” Indeed her shoulders were moving, the red lace encircling her neck moving seductively across her body. Both men looked at her in consternation.
“Mione, we will not harm you; surely you realize that by now?” Ran’s voice was agonized. “Do you wish us to leave?”
Gad, men were so stupid! She looked at them, grinning.
“Minx, are we so pitiful you need to laugh at us?”
“Oh, Lud, you are very wrong, my lords, in many of your reasonings, especially in your assumption regarding my need for preparation to accept you both. Have you not, in all truth, been doing such a thing these last months? However, as my pussy will be shriveled with waiting if we do not proceed, I am in your hands. Please, use them
now!
And not just your hands.”
“Never let it be said that we, as gentlemen, do not pander to our lady’s every whim.” Berry moved swiftly. Her legs were lifted onto two firm shoulders, her soft lips parted, and one purple head demanded access.
In fact, she realized hazily, hot, hard, throbbing cocks were parting both pairs of lips. Lud, she was wet with longing, her anticipation of what was to come at melting point.
Her clit was on fire, demanding attention, as Berry’s cock rubbed over it and thrust into her in one hard movement. Ah, this was bliss! Hermione met him thrust for thrust. As she opened her mouth to speak, to tell of her pleasure, Ran made his entry. His cock slipped effortlessly into her mouth. Her lips closed around him automatically, and she tasted his individual saltiness, realizing, with a groan of pleasure, that she was able to differentiate easily between the taste of each of her lovers. Both pleasing, both arousing, yet unique. Then she stopped thinking at all, giving herself up to the gratification she was experiencing.
Berry’s cock pounded inside her, his balls bouncing off her with each climax-inducing thrust. She found herself sucking of Ran’s equally forceful and demanding cock, which was matching Berry thrust for thrust. Hermione moved her hands to enable male nipples to be squeezed and seduced and was rewarded by male groans of appreciation.
Hands were hard on her arse, lifting it, squeezing it, and—
Oh, sweet glory!—
entering a finger into the warm of its welcoming depth. She knew she keened and was pleased her lovers understood the pleasure it conveyed. Her nipples were nipped and caressed, she knew not by which man or manner, and a mouth suckled deeply at her clit.
Her climax was near, and she felt the deep throb that extended throughout her body, felt the singing in her ears, the trembling of her limbs, and the desire to fly. Her mouth so recently full of cock was suddenly empty as Ran pulled out and away slightly, to rub his cock against her neck. She could feel the warmth and wetness as it caressed her.
“Come, my love. Announce to the world your excitement.”
Without further notice, she shattered and flew with a shout of joy and exultation, the decibels of which could have shattered glass and set the church bells ringing.
“Now, it is now; it is…yes, yes, yes! Oh, my lords, now…aagghhhhhhh, oh yes.”
She wished she could shout louder, uncaring who may overhear. This was her glory, and she reveled in it.
The movements in her pussy increased.
With a murmured, “May I?” she felt Ran’s cock once more seek the warmth of her mouth. Without being told, Hermione matched stroke for stroke, strength for strength. And, if asked, she would have said she feared it impossible, but both cocks seemed to swell and harden more. As she felt the salty taste of male arousal fill her mouth and heard both men begin to shout out
their
release and felt said releases fill her, she clenched muscles, sucked harder, and her own climax reintroduced itself twofold.
They came within seconds of each other, their sounds of completion competing and entwined, as were their bodies. The scent of aroused, satisfied lovers permeated every pore. The sound of harsh, satisfied breathing filled the room.
Steadily their breaths began to regulate. Still no one moved. Hermione rather thought no one wished to be first to break the circle.
Chapter Four
Soon, Berry thought, soon he would have no recourse but to disengage and move. Alas, he feared he would collapse onto one of his lovers such was the weakness he felt in his knees and the light-headedness invading him. Never before had any lovemaking drained him thus. This time, with both his loves entwined, his body was totally emptied.
Beside him, he felt Ran stir, heard him mutter, “Incredible,” and watched as he withdrew his cock from Hermione’s mouth. As if in slow motion, he saw her smile, felt her stretch, and his cock slipped gently out of her. Her lips, rosy red—whether from pleasuring or artificial enhancement he knew not—still glistening with the evidence of Ran’s climax, smiled a deeply satisfied smile, one of total satiation. The glow was reminiscent of glorious nipples, hot clits, and hard cocks, mimicked by the red lace tied so enticingly around her neck. It was all he needed to be reminded of their tumultuous lovemaking. He stood, moved to one side, and sank onto the bed, his limbs trembling as if in the aftermath of a debilitating fever. He felt the sway of the bed as his two lovers moved to lay prone next to him.
“Well?” Ran sounded breathless, restless, and impatient. He could feel Hermione’s uneven breath as she lay between them.