Claiming Their Village Bride

by Abby Aaron

  “I was an outsider, too,” Attie confessed. “Being a city bride, I was ignorant of so many rules and expectations observed by the Konrad people. I left the grounds to help one of my friends. Aside from the cast-off named Liora, my transgression was soon forgotten. No one ever mentioned it again. You are a brave, skilled warrior, Jemina. Few here understand how much of a challenge that puts you in as you learn our ways. But you have already etched out a place in many hearts.”

  “I will help.” The timid voice surprised them both. They spun around to find Anders’ mother standing nearby. “Of course, my help will be very limited as I will be trying to find my own way in this new home, too. When my husbands brought me to Finn for the first time, I hated village life and longed to return to the city. But my feelings for them grew deeper with each passing day, so I forced myself to adjust. My son must have a very strong connection to you, Jemina, village daughter of Urijah. He knows no other life except for Finn. I feared he might resent having to move away because of his new triad. The moment he arrived to bring me here, he assured me moving was never a concern for him. Once he fell in love with you, he knew his home would be where you were.”

  “It is the same with all of her husbands,” Aras announced. “Come, wife. It is time for us to return to our home.” Loinbard and Anders had found them. His fathers were standing close by. Aras faced Gwen. “Ma’am, I realize it is your first day in our village, but would you mind spending a few days with my mother and fathers before settling into your new home with us?”

  Jemina did not want to let go of the comfort being offered by her two new mothers. Her husbands, though devoted enough to claim scars meant for her, were still disappointed in her. She wanted things to go back to normal, but was unsure of what she needed to do to bring about such an action.

  22

  Dreams Come to Pass

  Alone in their family unit, she found herself led to the center most room. Aras told her to wait inside so the triad could discuss how to proceed. Trying to avoid fretting about what they might be thinking, she walked around straightening things. Unlike the homes in Urijah, which were built in levels, Konrad had a single floor. A larger room for the warriors gave way to an area where children bunked down. Within the circle, was the heart of the home, where the wife resided. Anders had suggested they modify the center area so his mother could have her own portion, allowing everyone more privacy. Jemina had insisted his mother could have the entire center circle as she planned to spend her nights in the outer wing with them.

  She was a trained warrior, after all, the least in need of protection. She grimaced recalling her arrogance. Thinking in such a manner had led her to this very point. What was keeping her husbands? Did they know how excruciating waiting for them would be? Probably, she bit her bottom lip. Loinbard would recommend making her dwell on her transgression.

  The door seal parted and Jemina jumped. Now she was certain it was too soon to face them. Aras’ eyes still showed his feeling of betrayal. Anders’ stance mirrored his disappointment and Loinbard appeared ready to pounce on her unexpectedly. Anders spoke first, his voice deadly calm. “Jemina, it is important for us to understand why you did not honor our request to remain within the safety of the village today. Communication between family units is necessary if they are to build strong relationships.”

  She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. “Well, I… It’s hard to put into words. The moment I woke up, my brain was filled with dozens of changes. I could scarcely remember the names of all the people I have met. Meeting your elders, learning about your family secrets, discussing where Anders’ family might live in our new family home.”

  “Stop delaying,” Aras demanded. He had not raised his voice, but she still flinched. “Explain why you chose to dishonor our family and dared to convince others to help you?”

  His dark tone startled her. Why she wasn’t terrified, Jemina could not fathom. A skilled warrior would cringe under the livid expression Aras was giving her. These proud, wonderful men would never truly cause her harm. They had sworn to protect her, not once, but twice. They carried her scars, a lifelong symbol of their devotion to her.

  Anything she offered by way of explaining would be hollow to even her own ears. Yet they stood there, waiting for her to explain. “I had to tell my brother. He needs to protect his wife.”

  Anders’ hand raked through his long hair, nearly pulling out the strap of leather holding much of it behind his head. Exhaling with frustration, he spoke, “Giannis is under no immediate danger, wife. If she is with child, it would take months for the real threat to come to pass. You are more intelligent than most. Do not try to claim you don’t understand as much.”

  Aras and Anders started circling her and shame coursed through her very core. Recalling them doing just this when they gave their pledges to protect her, she dropped her eyes. Jemina could not bear to witness the disappointment in their eyes. “I did not realize you three would pay the price for my actions. All I could think of when I left…”

  “You agreed to let us handle the task,” Loinbard interrupted her as he stood watching from near the door. Was he blocking the exit or putting distance between them until he could regain control of his temper? She glanced up to see his piercing sky-blue eyes glaring at her betrayal of his trust.

  “Do you deny remembering our promise to return to your village and share the secret with Jael?” Her downcast face was the only confirmation Loinbard needed. She should have waited. She would no longer try to explain her way out of whatever punishment they planned for her. Still he lectured her.

  “Bride, our family has protected the confidence we shared with you for many cycles. Our sister’s life depends on guarding it until she comes of age. After such a time, everyone will know of the city’s deceit. No one outside of our immediate family unit can know the full story. Not even Otto, who is trusted more than any other living being among us.

  “Yet we did not hesitate to expose the details to you, and, in consideration of your wishes as our wife, we promised to extend this knowledge to your brother. Do you comprehend the courage such a compromise cost my blood brother and me? Despite him living far away from our family unit, knowing one slip of his tongue could jeopardize all which we have worked so hard to protect, we agreed to your request to prepare Jael to protect his wife,” Loinbard finished.

  “How can I make this right?” Jemina was desperate now. She longed to go back in time and undo the damage to her husbands’ trust and respect for her. Whatever they asked of her, she would do it to prove how repentant she was for disrespecting their faith.

  “We have gifted you with all we have to offer, Jemina. Our protection. Our love. Our seed.” Aras’ voice sounded so dejected. “You will have to find a way to repair the harm done.”

  How could she humble herself enough to make them see her regret? Before they wed, she had been desperate to prove her worth to them. She was a village daughter. Strong. Skilled with a sword. Worthy of their respect and trust.

  “I cannot undo the damage. The wounds on your backs will remind me always of the day I dishonored our union and selfishly acted alone, instead of putting our family’s interest above all others. Jael and my family unit back in Urijah were my primary focus, but I forgot, as your wife, I have a new family unit that rightfully surpasses all others.”

  Jemina removed her clothes, tossing them aside. Her undergarments followed. She needed to bare herself, body and soul now to prove her honest, pure shame. Her three husbands watched her closely, but she did not meet their eyes. Until she had regained their respect, proven her own, she would not do so. “You have gifted me with your protection. Each of your backs confirm your devotion. The fact that you have not cast me off as a wife, even after I dishonored our family unit, proves your love knows no bounds.”

  Jemina swallowed hard. She would not gag, she swore to herself. This was the only way she could think to humble herself and honor the gift of their seed. The village bride dropped to her knees
and prepared to do the one thing she had managed to avoid during their many lovemaking sessions since the wedding ceremony.

  Anders had tried to explain the pleasure men found in such a distasteful act. Still full of pride, she had quickly reminded them that it was their job to satisfy her, not the other way around. Her village elder had been quite certain of such matters, she had told them.

  Jemina had asked her mother about such things after that encounter. It was empowering to witness the control and glory a wife had by pleasing her men so thoroughly. This was where the woman’s pleasure came from, her mother had explained. Still Jemina had been sure she did not need to lower herself to such distasteful acts.

  It felt strange, walking on her knees to move closer to Anders. Reaching up, she slowly unfastened his pants and reached inside. His male member was easy to free. It was already engorged. Shutting her eyes tightly, she hoped to repay some of the devotion they showed to her. “Until I earn the right to receive your seed in my womb, I will accept it this way as proof of my regret for leaving the safety of the village border.”

  The smell was not unpleasant. It reminded her of his strength and devotion to her. Often this husband had explored her body with his mouth, especially her most intimate parts. He was skilled with flicking his hot tongue across her nub, making it swell and go damp. He was even teaching her other husbands about the ways to drive her wild with the same attention.

  Could the tip of her tongue move as expertly as his did? She allowed herself to study the end. Small bits of liquid seeped from the slit there. She could not stop herself from gagging at the thought of something so unfamiliar going into her mouth. She tried to use her hair to clean the area, but it only made more fluid appear.

  As if trying to rush through a dreaded chore, she stopped thinking and started acting. The dew had a musty flavor, she noted as she flicked her tongue over the tip. Her husband tensed and a moan tore from deep in his chest. He was enjoying her efforts. Pride swelled within her heart, a renewed hope taking over. She mimicked his technique, doing her best to lick the sensitive area at a feverish pace. He pulled back, moaning about being too close to losing his seed.

  Jemina then switched her attention to Aras. His member was even harder than Anders’ had been. With pride and determination, she repeated her earlier action, making modifications when necessary. First, she licked the impressive length. He tasted a bit stronger than Anders, but she found herself getting used to the strange sensation and wondered what her third mate would feel and taste like when she was ready to work on him. Her tongue settled over the tip of his rod. She improved on her performance and worked diligently to prove her dedication and love.

  “Oh, dear Creator above, this cannot be right.” Aras’ voice was husky as he gripped her hair tightly while she sucked on the moisture escaping from the tip.

  Anders’ voice sounded odd as he stepped forward to coax her attention back on him. “I have regained my control.”

  Jemina had to pull against Aras’ possessive hold so she could dart her tongue at Anders’ penis. Lost in the moment, she switched between both men, licking the very edge around the tips of their shafts before suckling the liquid that rewarded her efforts.

  Loinbard pushed his way toward her suddenly. She witnessed him strong arm his triad aside as he freed his own penis. He guided it toward her face, the look of anticipation making Jemina’s own body grow damp. She reached down to start fondling herself, but he ordered her to stop.

  “You do not come until each of us do,” he ordered. His bold words and stern expression almost made her explode. She eagerly accepted the tip of his member inside her mouth as he arrogantly guided it there. The pungent scent he produced thrilled her. Fisting her hair, he waited until she parted her teeth more before pushing himself deeper inside. Was she meant to let him take her in the mouth as he did in her channel? Was such a thing even possible? Jemina did gag then, but only for a moment.

  Loinbard gave her a chance to recover, before beginning to ease in and out of her mouth again, shallow at first, but gaining deeper and deeper access with each thrust. Her hands reached up to brace against his thighs, as if she could try gaining a bit of control over his relentless prodding. Stop thinking, she ordered herself. Let your passion guide you.

  No sooner had she taken her own advice to heart then something wanton inside her took control. She reached up and pulled his pants down completely, caressing his balls. Wild, exciting sounds erupted from his throat. Jemina forced her mouth to go slack and grabbed onto his firm ass, digging her fingers in the taut muscles there. It was not long before he was tensing.

  He would unload his seed soon. Fear of him slipping too far inside her mouth suddenly did not worry her. Jemina started using her tongue to playfully push his member out as he pulled back, before dutifully sucking it back inside. She was so close to exploding now.

  Loinbard had ordered her not to find her satisfaction until all three of them had done so. The order repeated itself in her mind. Jemina squeezed her legs together tightly, making sure the tingling there stayed awake and ready. Hot fluid shot in her throat, and for a moment she was unsure of how to proceed.

  “Open your mouth,” he commanded, as he pulled himself free. “I want to see my seed filling your hot mouth before you accept every bit of it when you swallow. Can you bring yourself to do it, Little Jem? Are you really resolved on proving your devotion to our family unit?”

  She complied without delay, even pushing a bit of the moisture forward with her tongue for him to view. At his nod of approval, Jemina sat on her haunches and allowed the seed to slide down her throat, even licking her lips as if appreciative of the gift he bestowed on her.

  A huge smile returned to his lips. His anger and disappointment had vanished. “My pledge to protect you was never in doubt. Now rest assured my trust has been restored, too. But be warned. If you blatantly disobey us again, it won’t be your mouth which claims our seed next, but your beautiful, tight ass.”

  “You would beat me with another steel rod?” she asked in a sassy tone, relieved at least this husband had forgiven her.

  “Not beat, little Jem. Fuck. We will take turns pumping our cocks into your tight ass.”

  The image he planted in her mind both terrified and intrigued her.

  Celebrating the small victory of making amends with one mate was cut short, her first two husbands now demanded she accept them deep within her mouth, too. Jemina started with the first, bringing him close to spilling his seed, but stopped short of finishing him off. With a wicked grin, she turned to the second, taking him to the very edge again, only to pull away.

  Then she pulled at each man’s legs, drawing them to stand closer to her, one on her right and one on her left. Then Jemina tried something that never entered her thoughts before this very moment. She guided both men inside her mouth. True, she could not take either in very deep, but she quickly figured out a possible solution. Jemina used the side of her mouth as a holding place for one member, as she accepted the other’s hard, powerful thrust. Then her face shifted and the other member gained full access while she pocketed the other between her teeth and jaw.

  Both came with a force that sent a shudder through all three of their bodies. The volume of seed was hard to contain, and some seeped between her lips as she was freed. She took a moment to regain her composure, before pooling the combined load in the center of her mouth. Opening wide, she let them see their gift to her.

  After she had consumed the last ounce, they carried her to the bed they shared in the center of their new family unit. They used their mouths and fingers to bring her to completion. For a moment, Jemina actually feared she had accidently relieved herself as her body shuddered out of control. Liquid came shooting out of her frame. Would her husbands notice? She clamped her legs together tightly, only to have them forced apart by strong hands.

  To her horror, Anders used his mouth to accept the fluid. Then the other two reached over to pry her legs open wider so they cou
ld lick away any remaining specks. Aras sat beside her, pulling her head to rest on his lap. “Later tonight, we will pour our seed inside your perfect body again. Only this time, we will have two entrances to fill, wife.”

  “We have to wait until tonight?” she pouted before relaxing and allowing sleep to claim her. She snuggled deeper into the blankets someone had generously wrapped around her and allowed sleep to envelop her.

  It had been Aras who ruined the blissful moment when he explained she would be punished with another spanking for leaving the village without their knowledge. “This one won’t be public, nor with a steel rod. We have agreed it would be best to give your backside a few days to recover from the older punishment. You have a nasty habit of going places you do not belong, wife. It is our job to protect you and help you learn from your mistakes.”

  Everything about that night felt surreal to Jemina. Only a few days before she was a virgin, unaware wives might use their mouths to please a husband. But strangely, she felt as if she had already lived tonight before. How could that be?

  Bolting up in in the bed, she remembered the dream she had on the day she and her fathers departed Urijah. Aras pulled her back down to lay between them once he checked to make sure there was no danger. Anders and Loinbard returned the weapons they had seized and reached to pat her back and lull her back to sleep.

  Sleep was impossible for a long time. Jemina tried to understand how she could have dreamed about this very night in such great detail. Even the faces and personalities of her three husbands had been vivid, yet she had not even set eyes on them. Were there other dreams she could recall? Jemina searched her mind. When she was very young, she often had wonderful dreams about the adventures of a beautiful princess escaping from the city of women.