“He’s not the only one,” Melanie told him. “I dare you to let me suck you, too, Strong.”
“As long as you’ll let my brother touch you at the same time,” he told her. “I would not wish him to be in pain.”
“No, of course not.” Melanie looked back at Clear. “I give you permission to touch me while I…while I taste your brother,” she said, though she could hardly believe the words were coming out of her mouth.
“Thank you, sweetheart. I’d love to stroke your soft breasts while you suck Strong,” he murmured.
Melanie leaned over the Dark Twin’s lap and spent a moment getting acquainted with his long, thick cock. She’d been able to get the head and an inch or two of Clear’s shaft in her mouth, but she had no illusions about doing the same to his brother. Strong was simply too thick to fit in her mouth at all. So she had to content herself with lapping the broad, plum-shaped head and stroking up and down the thick shaft with her fingers.
“Gods, little one!” Strong groaned, watching her as she lapped. “Your hot little mouth feels so damn good on me!”
“And your breasts fill my hands perfectly,” Clear murmured from behind her. “Gods, I love this little outfit you have on!”
Melanie thought about saying that he ought to love it since he had picked it out and given it to her…but her mouth was too busy for talking at the moment, so she just continued to lap and stroke the Dark Twin.
At last, panting, she sat up and swiped a hand over her mouth. Neither twin had come, but both had produced plenty of precum for her to taste and she’d discovered something strange but delicious. The Dark Twin’s precum had a warm, cinnamon flavor to it and the Light Twin’s precum was slightly minty. Both were delicious and she had the urge to suck them more and find out if their actual cum tasted as good…but she had already gone too far and she knew it.
“We should probably st—” she started to say but Strong interrupted her.
“Truth or Dare, little one?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.
“Oh, uh…” By now Melanie was feeling so hot and bothered it didn’t seem like her brain was working quite as well as it should. She knew she ought to say “neither” and go back to her suite, but the problem was, she didn’t want to.
One more dare, she told herself. It can’t hurt, can it?
“Dare,” she told the big Kindred, looking up at him challengingly. She couldn’t imagine anything naughtier than what they’d just done. But Strong was about to surprise her.
“You said you wanted to see our shafts because you’ve heard all about how big Kindred males are,” he murmured, looking down at her. “Well, my brother and I have heard all about how tight human females are.”
“You…you have?” Melanie’s breath seemed to catch in her throat. She knew she ought to stop this game but she couldn’t seem to make herself do it.
“We have,” Clear murmured from her other side. “From several warriors who are bonded to human females.”
“So what’s your dare?” Melanie asked, turning to Strong.
His eyes gleamed in the firelight.
“I dare you to let me untie the bow on those naughty little panties and find out exactly how hot and tight and wet your sweet pussy is, little one.”
“Oh!” Melanie felt a bolt of desire go through her at his hot, dirty words. “But…but we shouldn’t,” she protested breathlessly. “I mean, I haven’t…haven’t eaten any bonding fruit.”
“Don’t worry, little one—I won’t be sliding my cock into you,” Strong told her. “I just want to slide my fingers into your soft little cunt and feel how hot and tight you are.”
“I shouldn’t,” Melanie whispered again. But she was already spreading her thighs. She watched without protest as Clear pulled up the little red nighty with its white, faux-fur trim to bare the tiny panties that went with it, so that his brother could reach her.
“Mmm…been wanting to open this little present all night,” Strong growled. He cupped her panty-clad pussy in one big, warm palm for a moment, pressing the heel of his hand against her throbbing clit until she moaned and writhed under his touch.
“Strong…” she begged. “Please…I want…”
“Slowly, little one,” he murmured. “I’ve heard how the human males rush their females, but Clear and I aren’t like that. This is a beautiful little present—I want to take my time unwrapping it.”
Slowly, deliberately, he stroked her mound over and over, running his long fingers over her swollen outer pussy lips and sliding one fingertip lightly up and down her slit until Melanie thought she would go crazy with desire. Then, just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Strong finally untied the tiny white bow that held the vertical slit in her panties closed.
The panties parted at once, showing her bare pussy, which was already embarrassingly wet. This fact wasn’t lost on the Dark Twin. He growled softly—a sound of pure desire—as he looked at her.
“So wet, little one,” he rumbled, looking from her pussy to Melanie’s flushed face in the firelight. “Is that from having us suck and tug on your hot little nipples…or from you sucking both our cocks?”
“I don’t know.” Melanie could feel herself blushing furiously. It was so embarrassing to be so wet! And yet, it was a pleasurable kind of embarrassment, if that made any sense. “Both, I guess,” she murmured. “And…and having you touch me, too.”
“Would you mind if we spread you open to see exactly how wet you are?” Clear murmured in her ear. “I’ve heard that human females get wetter than many other species, but I confess, I didn’t expect to see so much sweet pussy honey.”
“I…I guess so,” Melanie whispered, blushing even harder.
Still, she made no move to stop the Light Twin as he delicately spread open her outer pussy lips, revealing her swollen, inner folds, shiny with her juices.
“Gods, she’s drenched, Brother,” Clear groaned, as the two of them stared at her spread open pussy. “Can’t wait to watch you slide your fingers inside our sweet little Melanie to see how tight she is.”
“Are…are you going to do that now?” Melanie asked breathlessly, looking up at the Dark Twin.
“In a minute,” Strong murmured. “First I want to stroke your little Goddess pearl and see how sensitive you are.”
“Goddess pearl?” Melanie asked—she’d never heard that particular phrase before. But before she could ask what it meant, Strong showed her by sliding one fingertip gently into her slippery folds and stroking around and around the aching button of her clit.
“Oh!” Melanie arched her back as the Dark Twin’s gentle touch sent sparks of pleasure burning through her. “Oh, yes!” she gasped as he continued to stroke and caress her with a light, gentle touch.
“Look at her, Brother,” Clear murmured. “Your touch is causing her to make even more pussy honey. Gods, how I wish I could lap it up with my tongue!”
“One thing at a time, Clear,” Strong murmured. “For now, why don’t you take over stroking our lady’s Goddess Pearl while I fill her sweet little cunt channel with my fingers?”
As he spoke, his fingers left off stroking and slid down to find the entrance of Melanie’s pussy. But there was no cessation of pleasure because even as the Dark Twin was sliding two long, thick fingers deep inside her, the Light Twin was stroking lightly but firmly all around her throbbing clit.
“Ahh!” Melanie gasped, feeling Strong’s fingers touch bottom inside her. The Dark Twin really did have big hands—his two fingers were much bigger than any cock she’d ever had inside her—and she could feel herself stretching as she took him in.
“Well? Is she tight, Brother?” Clear murmured, still circling her clit.
“Incredibly tight,” Strong growled. Gently, he slid his thick fingers in and out of her, finger-fucking her spread pussy while Clear strummed her aching button and Melanie moaned and writhed against them both.
“Please!” she begged, almost unable to talk. “Oh God, it feels so good—almost too good!�
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“Truth or Dare?” Strong murmured, not answering her plea.
“Wh-what?” Melanie panted, looking up at him. She had forgotten they were playing a game—forgotten everything but the intense pleasure the twins were giving her.
“Truth or Dare, Melanie?” Strong repeated patiently.
“I…I guess Dare,” she moaned, writhing between them.
“Good.” Strong’s dark blue eyes blazed in the firelight. “Then I dare you to let my brother and I make you come.”
“Oh God…” Melanie gasped. “I…I shouldn’t.”
“But you want to, don’t you?” Clear murmured, still stroking around and around her aching clit. “You want to let us bring you to the peak.”
“And we want it too,” Strong assured her in a low growl. “I especially want to feel how tight your little pussy can squeeze me when you come all over my fingers. So will you take the dare?”
Shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t, chanted the voice in Melanie’s head but it was so faint she could barely hear it.
“Yes,” she whispered, looking at both of them. “Yes, I…I’ll take your dare. You can…can make me come.”
“That’s good, sweetheart,” Clear murmured softly. “You’re very brave to let us spread you open and stroke your soft little pussy.”
“And even braver to let us make you come,” Strong growled. As he spoke, his thrusting grew faster, stroking in and out of her slippery slit. “So go on,” he commanded, looking into her eyes intently. “Come for my brother and me while we finger your hot little cunt, little one.”
His dirty words as much as the intense situation—being spread out on the couch between them while both of them touched and stroked her—suddenly tipped Melanie over the edge.
With a sharp gasp, she felt her inner walls begin to spasm and clench around the Dark Twin’s fingers as her orgasm rushed over her like a warm wave.
“Oh, God!” she moaned, writhing between them. “Strong…Clear…You’re making me come! Making me come so hard!”
“That’s right, little one,” Strong growled. “Come for us. Come hard while we stroke your little pussy.”
Clear said nothing but bent down to suck her nipples again, tugging them deep into his mouth and circling each aching bud with his tongue as though to intensify the pleasure already crashing over her.
The orgasm seemed to go on and on and Melanie felt like she had lost all track of time. Her hips bucked, taking the Dark Twin’s fingers even deeper and she writhed between the two big warriors with uncontrolled lust.
The intense pleasure and passion wore her out. Finally, when the spasms slowed, she collapsed, panting.
“Was that good, sweetheart?” Clear murmured, looking at Melanie almost as intensely as his brother. “Did it feel good to let us make you come?”
“Y-yes,” Melanie admitted in a trembling voice. “That was…it was probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“It was the best for us too,” Dark rumbled. “Neither Clear nor I ever dreamed we would get the chance to pleasure an Elite, little one.”
“Speaking of pleasuring her, you’re still deep in our lady’s pussy,” Clear pointed out.
Looking down, Melanie saw that he was right. The Dark Twin’s fingers were still buried in her pussy and he seemed in no hurry to draw them out. At last, however, he slid them free and she saw, with some embarrassment, that they were coated with her juices.
“As tight as we were told,” Strong murmured, nodding at his brother. He sucked his fingers into his mouth and lapped them clean with evident pleasure. “And her honey tastes like that of a goddess,” he added, when he finished. His eyes were hooded with lust as he spoke.
“I want to taste her, too.” Clear’s smoky green eyes were hot with desire. “I want to spread her pussy with my tongue and lap her honey straight from the source.” He looked at Melanie. “Will you dare me to do it, sweetheart? Will you dare me to lap up all the sweet cunt honey you made while my brother was finger-fucking your hot pussy?”
Melanie bit her bottom lip. Her whole body was still throbbing with pleasure, but the orgasm seemed to have cleared her head. The little voice inside that told her when something she was doing—or thinking of doing—was a bad idea, had suddenly come back.
Shouldn’t do it, the voice whispered, and this time it wasn’t quite so easy to push away.
“I…I don’t know,” she said hesitantly.
“Well, I do,” Strong said, unexpectedly.
“What?” Melanie and Clear said at the same time, looking up at him.
“You can’t taste her pussy, Brother,” the Dark Twin said, frowning. “Because if you do, I’ll want to taste her as well. And if we taste her, we’re going to want to bond her to us—which isn’t a decision any of us should make without consideration.”
“You’re right.” Clear looked disappointed but he nodded reluctantly. “Such decisions cannot be rushed.”
“I…I guess I should go home then?” Melanie asked uncertainly.
Strong nodded regretfully.
“I would ask you to sleep between us, but I fear it would be difficult for any of us to control ourselves if you did.”
“I guess you’re right,” Melanie murmured. It occurred to her that she hadn’t been doing a very good job of controlling herself all night. In fact, she’d done a lot of things that, in retrospect, seemed really impetuous and out of character. After all, Clear was her work colleague and she barely knew Strong. Why had she come here tonight and acted the way she had?
The more she thought about it, the more unsure she became. Her head was beginning to ache, too.
“I…think I’d better go home and go to bed,” she said to both of them. “I think I feel a headache coming on.”
“We’ll walk you to your suite,” Clear offered but Melanie shook her head.
“No—it’s all right. I’ll just…I’ll see you later,” she said, rising from the couch and reaching for her discarded black wrap dress.
She put it on, feeling embarrassed as she pulled it closed around her still-bare breasts. She thought of trying to tie up the little white satin bows over her nipples again, but that seemed like it would take too much time.
When she was finally ready to go, her head was really starting to throb. She bid a subdued farewell to both brothers, and let herself out, heading for her own suite. With every step she felt worse—her head was pounding by the time she finally reached her front door. What was wrong with her?
Melanie didn’t know—she just wanted to be in her own bed in the dark and silence.
The minute she got inside her suite, she staggered straight for the medicine cabinet and took several ibuprofen—always her drug of choice. Then, not even bothering to get undressed, she climbed into bed, closed her eyes, and let the darkness roll over her.
15
The chiming of her front door woke Melanie up. She sat up blearily, having the feeling that the chiming had been going on for a while. Her head was still pounding and she was in a sour mood. She felt like a gray cloud was hanging over her. She’d been having a really strange dream about Clear and Strong but she couldn’t remember it now.
In fact, she couldn’t remember much of anything from the night before. Had she gotten black-out drunk somehow? On only a few sips of punch? If the pounding in her head was any indication, it was entirely possible. All she wanted to do was stay in bed until she felt a little less lousy and everything didn’t seem so dismal.
“Leave me alone,” she muttered and started to roll over and dive back under the covers…except the chiming sounded again. And this time it was accompanied by someone knocking on the door and calling her name.
“Damn it!” Melanie muttered. With a moan she finally rolled out of bed and staggered to the front door of her suite.
It whooshed open with the press of a button and she saw that her visitor was none other than Sonja.
“Sonja?” she asked blearily. “What are you doing here this tim
e in the morning?”
“Girl, it’s almost noon and I’ve been trying to get your ass out of bed for the past ten minutes! Let me in,” her friend demanded crossly.
“Okay, sure.” Melanie stepped to the side, one hand still pressed to her throbbing temples.
“Well you look how I feel,” Sonja commented as the door closed behind her. “And what did you do—sleep in your clothes?”
Melanie looked down at the crumpled black wrap dress she had on and frowned.
“I guess so. But this isn’t what I wore to the party last night. I must have come home and changed afterwards.”
She had the feeling she might have gone out again later, but the memories were fuzzy. Maybe something to do with the weird dream she’d been having about Strong and Clear? She reached for the details but they slipped away elusively.
“It’s Christmas Eve. Why are you here instead of canoodling with your fiancé?” she asked Sonja, who had made herself at home by going into the kitchen and starting some coffee.
“Well, possibly because Sahran and I had a huge fight after the party last night.” Sonja grabbed two mugs from the stand on the counter and plunked them down almost hard enough to chip them.
“Oh, no!” Despite her own gray mood, Melanie was still worried about her friend. “What about?”
“Well first off, it was because I was feeling frisky.” Sonja shook her head. “No, I have to be honest—I was horny as hell—and I was all ready to jump Sahran’s bones.”
“Really?” Melanie picked up the mug of coffee her friend had poured her and took a sip. She made a face. “Needs sweetener.”
“Here.” Sonja shoved the little ceramic bowl full of sweetener packets towards her. “Yes, really,” she said. “In fact, I was bound and determined to lose my V-card and get bonded right then and there.”
“Did you?” Melanie looked at her with wide eyes as she added sweetener and took another sip. The coffee was much better and the caffeine made her feel a little sharper.
“No, I didn’t—that’s what Sahran and I fought about. Well, to begin with,” Sonja said, taking a sip of her own coffee. “When we got back to my suite after the party, I was all over him. I mean, I was climbing that man like a tree. And at first, he was into it. We were really going for it.”
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