I held a thumb over her thumb, offering force enough to secure the bead in its tight brace; easing a little through and slipping swiftly out again. Chloe let the bead slip back in her palm and handed it to me then held Summer's cheeks open with both hands. I slipped the bead in place and pinched a further tight spread of skin around it pressing hard at the opening clench until, in a sudden gulp, the bead vanished inside. Summer made a sharp, flinched sigh; her thighs shook and she seemed uneasy, trying to push out the bead; the next bead sucked tight between her cheeks.
Chloe meddled with this second bead, finding force enough this time to squeeze it inside. It slowly vanished in with the first. Summer's pussy let loose some cum and she writhed at the small of her back moaning deeply; brushing her face in the pillow with panicky, sharp breaths. I tugged open her cheeks so the second implanted bead pressed out a circle opening about the size of a 2p urging to free itself, readying a span for the next bead. Chloe touched the third bead with a clink to the one embedded; though larger than the other she shoved it roughly in with relative ease owing to the stretch. The three beads sank inside and vanished leaving the final hefty bead hanging from a taught protruding thread. Chloe spat on the bead and mopped it in Summer's pussy while Summer was trying to push out the beads inside her with her hole full and heaving, "Relax..." whispered Chloe, jabbing them with a thumb.
"It aches..." Summer squealed and trailed off... wincing; hips shuddering, batting her forehead down hard in the sheets. The third sphere was slowly beating open her ass, threatening to free itself. I pushed it back in with a finger's length to make a deep space inside. Chloe held the final bead with a small, cupped palm thinner than the ball itself. She heaved it between Summer's cheeks with little effect. I took over holding it with my palm as Chloe thumped the back of my hand and Summer yelped. The other beads were easing out from their deeper places and clinking on the fourth. Chloe bashed my palm, panting wildly and grinning and the bead found a taught hold halfway inside of Summer, prying a tight reddening circle. We rested, holding the bead pinned in its tight pry, then lowly, the bead dove inside, sinking in a slow burrow until it was gone and Summer gasped and shook her hips, trembling and wincing. I pushed in a thumb to burry the beads as deep as they would go and pushed Chloe's face in Summer's cunt to lap the fresh wells of cum. Summer gasped and drooled whines of dismay as Chloe licked her clit and felt inside her pussy with wild, searching fingers.
"If I cum I'll squirt..." Summer gasped, sounding inconceivably shy even at this point.
"Don't let her cum." I nodded to Chloe.
"We've gotta let her cum..." said Chloe, with a sticky grin.
"Sure but not yet." I knelt on the bed by summer's face then stood and removed my jeans. I lifted Summer's face by the chin to slid my cock in her mouth already matted with cum and webbed saliva. Summer licked about the shaft and drooled, breathy and wild, struggling to keep it in her mouth owing to bound wrists. I lifted my cock from her lips, her tongue searching, and worked some new cum out on her forehead and freckled cheeks to trickle down on her teeth. I slid my cock in her mouth again and let her hold it placidly on her tongue and rest her head with near-sleeping eyes. I watched Chloe lick from over heart-crest of Summer's ass cheeks.
Summer was quivering and beginning to frown and Chloe eased off to lick her ass around the protruding chord. Soon she returned to her clit and Summer's face began to wince again. "Are you gonna squirt?" I whispered to Summer who nodded, tongue shifting on her mouthful.
I knelt up to begin fucking her face. Chloe eased off licking and I held Summer's mouth wide open by the teeth to thrust inside her throat. She glanced up with squirming eyes and coughed as I fucked her throat watching Chloe delve to recover an angle on her clit. I panted and fucked with deep jabs as Summer coughed out stricken gasps, tightening her back's curve to shudder through brimming waves of a near orgasm. Chloe spat and hissed 'slut' and delved to lick, fingers bunched, squirming in Summer's pussy. Summer clenched shut her eyes. Writhed lithe, tight ripples through her body; straining at her tethers; beginning to shake; startling us both as she splashed Chloe's face with jetted cum.
Chloe smothered her face with a wide gasping mouth around the gushing cum. She hauled out the steel beads in tough succession as I began to cum in Summer's throat tugging hard on her teeth as she shook with acute tension, squealing at the severe removal of the beads.
I eased out my cock with a spill of cum which Summer's lips cupped with a firm pout; face stricken as with arresting slowness her climax began to ebb. Chloe was still lapping at Summer's dripping behind as I went to inspect her; splashed thighs-to-chin in cum and bearing a smile of mad ecstasy. "You cum too?" she enthused, squatting with her thumbs to Summer's ass cheeks.
"Uh huh."
"No way!"
"You girls are an inspiration."
"So you're out... Oh well."
"Not a chance." I smiled, hauling her face-down on the floorboards; reaching for some handcuffs in the bag of toys. I cuffed her wrists at the small of her back with tracing eyes of admiration for her naked hourglass form like married flesh teardrops; her lightly kicking feet and breasts smeared roughly on the boards, and pussy pouting through her thighs. I straddled the backs of her thighs and wet my cock in some of Summer's cum which was splashed about her body and spread her ass cheeks. I drove my cock in her ass with a deep thrust and roughly fucked her until, some minutes later, I came and sat back to pant and watch the cum seep out cupped in her ass cheeks.
I untied Summer who felt limp and sweetly dazed and led her to slump at Chloe's buttocks and lick deep for the cum as it pumped out. "Chloe's turn..." I nodded, catching a filthy glance from Summer before she reconvened sipping and licking. I shook out the contents of the bag over Chloe's body revealing numerous fierce, complex and decidedly strange objects, among them a vibrating fist and a single ribbed condom.
The End.
Ljuflingur
The knife in Eirik's right boot chafed painfully against his shin, but he did not dare pause to shift it. He could barely keep up with his sister, and he knew Alfdis would not wait if he slowed. His little sister was fleet-footed and confident on the slippery mix of mud and snow that covered the ground. She knew the path better than he, if it even was a path that she followed so quickly in the night. The girl could see in the damn dark.
Alfdis reached the waterfall's rocky entrance and began to climb. If she slowed at all, Eirik could not tell. He swallowed a sudden wave of forbidding and jogged up after her. His sister might have clever feet, but he knew desperation when he saw it. The rocks were too slippery in the sheeting mist, the night too dark under the clouds. Her pace was madness.
The distance between them lengthened. Eirik cursed and dropped closer to the ground, using both hands to crawl spider-like across the treacherous rocks. By the time he slid down to the path that led behind the falls, Alfdis had vanished.
He rolled to his feet and raced after her. Calling for her to wait would only have wasted his breath. The basalt stacks that formed the vast cliff wall stretched into deep shadow to his right; to his left beat the plunging falls. Sheets of colorless mist wafted across his path, and he tugged the fur of his hood forward to keep the water from his eyes.
As he emerged on the other side of the waterfall, he caught sight of Alfdis again. She had left the path, which curved gently to the left, to clamber up the steep rocks that adjoined the cliff face.
Eirik roared. "Alfdis!"
The girl twisted and her boot skid, sending down a shower of small pebbles. She gasped and, finding purchase with a grasping hand, regained her balance. "Go back," she cried.
Eirik ignored that, leaping up to confront her. She scrambled back out of his reach, hissing.
"Are you mad?" he exclaimed. Did the mad ever know their own madness? Alfdis looked wildly fey, holding on to the mountainside with one hand, the other tangled in her muddy skirts, and one golden plait escaping its weave. Her slender face was set, her blue gaze sharp.
Sharp, but sane.
Eirik growled. It didn't matter if the girl thought she knew herself. She was fifteen and only half huldu, and her sense of the hidden paths was stunted. He reined in his temper with some effort. Directing battle crazed warriors could not be easier than handling his little sister.
"Alfdis," he repeated firmly, but without accusation. "You have to calm yourself. You'll get where you're going no faster if you slip on the ice and fall to your death." He kept his words measured and his tone reassuring. "I want to help. Please, tell me where you are headed, what you must do."
Pale brows quirked. "You would help me, priest's son?" The mockery was fond and bitter at once.
Eirik captured her gaze with his own. He stared hard at her for a long moment, then spoke without relinquishing her eyes. "I would, little sister." He kept his words level and calm. "If you let me help, I promise not to stop you." That was right; make it a deal. Children and huldufolk loved bargains, and Alfdis was half of both. Eirik bit his tongue to keep it from telling her he feared for her safety. Alfdis's pride was a giant shield of thorns.
Still, she hesitated. "It's more dangerous for you than me," she began, but the words trailed off as Eirik slowly pulled himself up towards her, and when he extended a strong hand, she took it.
Eirik gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Where are we going?" It started to rain, water and ice.
Alfdis shot him a guilty frown. "I'm not sure."
Eirik knew better than to erupt at that. He swallowed his anger at her recklessness and waited her out.
"I am... called," she murmured finally. "To the paths. I can sense the need, and something in me wants to help. A birth, maybe. Or a death. I... I think if I'd been taught, I could feel it clearer." Frustration burned in her soft words, but it was not aimed at Eirik. It was not aimed at their mother, nor at her vanished father and his clandestine huldufolk brethren, who would in theory have done the teaching. No, all blame went to the priest, as Alfdis had referred to him since she had started talking in full sentences at eleven months old.
Eirik winced as a sudden blast of wind blew ice flakes into his face. Unwilling to give up his grip on Alfdis, he rubbed his eyes clear with the hand that should be securing him to the frozen rock face. He cut straight to the heart of the matter. "And you feel that the way lies at the top of the falls?"
Alfdis nodded with certainty. "I thought I was headed to the waterfall, at first," she said. "But then the pull brought me behind it, and up this way."
Without warning, she bent over sharply, gasping and tightening her grip on Eirik into a painful vise.
"Alfdis?" Eirik asked in alarm, but the spasm was over as quickly as it started. His sister straightened, her face pale.
"The call," she breathed.
"I felt nothing," Eirik ventured, but fell silent under the weight of his younger sister's scornful gaze. The beginnings of fury with the huldufolk who had spawned and then abandoned a beautiful child, only to subject her to unquenchable thirsts, stirred deep in his gut. "How," he tried again, "can they give you a summons, but no directions?"
Alfdis shrugged angrily. "It's not their fault I'm too stupid to understand."
"You are not stupid," Eirik shot back automatically.
"Not as stupid as he is," said a voice from above them.
Eirik surged forward to place himself between Alfdis and the unseen source of the voice. Bodiless laughter filled the night.
"Ugly," Alfdis exclaimed in relief. Eirik spared her a puzzled frown, but stayed at full alert, one ax falling from his belt into his hand as he scanned the rocks above them.
"Oh yes, you're much smarter than he is," the voice gloated. It sounded more solid, suddenly, deeper and with a hint of gravel. Eirik squinted into the darkness, expecting a figure to coalesce directly before them.
"Eirik," Alfdis said in a strange voice. "Can't you see it?"
"It?" the voice echoed in outrage.
"Obviously not," Eirik grated back the clipped words. "Where is it?"
A rock toppled off the cliff face to glance off his right shoulder before spinning off into the darkness below.
"Ugly!" Alfdis exclaimed, clambering nimbly around him. "You stop that right now!"
"Not an it," the voice grumbled. It sounded petulant, now, like a small boy's. "I am a man." Only the last, emphasized word fell to a pitch that might actually be produced by a grown man.
"Show yourself, then, if you would claim manhood," Eirik growled.
Alfdis tossed her head in exasperation. "It's not his fault you can't see him, priest's son. Come on, Ugly will show us the way." Her spirits seemed to lift along with her confidence. "I've done this before."
Eirik had to struggle again to keep up with her swift ascent. Steps seemed to have formed abruptly, where before there were none. The climb was far from easy, though; it was still steep, wet, and dark. The icy rain was soon overwhelmed by the spray of the falls drumming to their right. "He's mad I can't see him, but you get to call him ugly?" He glanced behind himself, and swallowed hard. There was no sign of the path leading down the way they'd come. The rocks swallowed it back up on his heels.
Eirik understood, then, that the voice came from the mountainside itself, and that he walked across the features of a hill troll.
"Yes," Alfdis threw over her shoulder, sounding almost happy. "Hill trolls can't abide blind flattery, which is mostly what they get from those come to spy out the hidden ways."
"We're on a hidden path?" Eirik forced himself to ask.
Alfdis paused long enough to shoot him a puzzled glance.
"I told you he was stupid," the rocks said smugly.
"But nothing changed," Eirik protested. "We're still where we were. The falls, the night—everything is the same." As they ascended, the waterfall sounded less like thunder and more like rushing wind, but this, too, was familiar.
"He keeps thinking like that, and he'll be dead before dawn."
Eirik growled. "Tell your ugly friend I can hear him."
Alfdis grunted, and leapt for the top of the cliff. The rocks beneath her feet seemed to rise and push her over. She disappeared for half a second, and then her head peaked out over the edge. She panted lightly. "Ignore him," she advised. "And be thankful he let you follow."
It vexed Eirik to be indebted to one who scorned him so openly, but he reminded himself that he considered pride an unattractive trait. "Thank you, path maker," he said, somewhat stiffly, and vaulted himself up unaided, to join Alfdis at the summit of the rocky trail.
The voice trailed after him, no more than a whisper. "You are welcome, stupid."
Eirik grimaced. "At least he spoke to me." That felt like a triumph.
Alfdis rolled her eyes. "Men! Come on." She turned and hoisted her cloak and skirts above the mud of the bank to slosh upriver. The waters were deceptively calm, though the falls roared in warning just a leap away.
"How much further?" Eirik dared ask.
"I don't know," came the expected answer.
They were running, again. The rain had passed, and with it the heaviest of the clouds. Low on the western horizon, the moon struggled to shine through layers of filmy haze, touching the land with the barest hint of silvery light. The ground hardened into lumpy rock, slippery moss, and thick veins of black ash. This unforgiving mix stretch away from the river as far as Eirik could see, broken only by scattered patches of never-melting snow. Out of habit, he scanned the limits of the darkness as they ran.
Twice, Alfdis stopped to crouch and hug her knees as the summons pulsed through her. When she rose the second time, she tightened her grip on Eirik's arms as he tried to pull away, expecting her to run on. Panic flitted across her features.
"Not that way," she gasped.
Eirik frowned. "Are you sure?"
Alfdis spun in a full circle, as if disoriented. "Yes," she said finally. "Yes, I'm sure." She pointed across the frozen wasteland. "The pull comes from there."
Eirik stared. "There's nothing
there. You can see yourself. It's empty moss and ash and snow, for miles."
He was unsurprised when Alfdis plunged towards empty moss and ash and snow. With a curse, he followed.
His eyes picked out the marker stones before Alfdis's; her sight might be better, but he was looking. "There!" he cried. "Cairn ahead!" Alfdis angled towards it, her hood falling back to let her long golden waves swing free in her wake.
The pyramid stood only as high as Eirik's knee, nearly swallowed up by the fractured landscape. It was composed entirely of carefully stacked black stones. His sister stuttered to a halt before it.
Eirik joined her, most of his body drenched in sweat, though his exposed nose and cheeks burned in the bitter cold. He opened his mouth to tell Alfdis to replace her hood.
"Take my hand," she said before the words could leave his tongue. She stuck a slim white hand out of her furs.
Eirik obeyed warily. "Do the stones mark a hidden way?"
"Yes and no," Alfdis answered. "On the hidden paths, where we now walk, they mark a meeting of the ways. A gate." She raised wide blue eyes to meet his. "A gate with more than one entrance and exit."
Eirik swallowed and tightened his grip on her hand. "Do they talk?"
The corners of Alfdis's mouth twitched upwards. "No, a cairn is not a troll."
Thank the night for small blessings. "How to we know where to go?"
In answer, Alfdis let her eyes fall gently closed, stilling her face. Eirik kept one eye on her and on the other trained on the surrounding night.
The world repainted itself around them. There was no lurch, no dizzying flight, no sensation of movement, at all. The shape of the darkness around them—black dust, bloated lumps of moss-covered lava rocks, shadowed splotches of snow—was wiped away, like colors doused in water, to reveal a new world. The only constants were Eirik and Alfdis, the pile of rocks, and the cold night.
Alfdis opened her eyes in wonder. "I did it," she whispered.
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