“Touching my brother is like touching myself,” Lock said, answering for both of them. “We have sexual feelings only for the woman between us—for you, my lady.”
“That’s really nice but—”
“You’re stalling, Kat.” Deep sat on the bed beside her and handed her the phallus. “Here—take it in your hand, look at it, touch it. Get used to it. Because I promise you, before the night is out, it’s going deep in your pussy.”
“I…I don’t…” Kat shrank away from it but Deep took her hand and wrapped her fingers firmly around the wooden shaft. It felt smooth and hard and cool in her palm and Kat couldn’t help looking at it with equal parts fascination and dismay. “I’m telling you,” she said, looking up at both of them. “It’s not going to fit.”
“Oh but it will, little Kat. I promise you, it will,” Deep assured her. He moved up to the head of the bed. “Let’s talk a little while first,” he murmured in her ear. “Here, sit with me.” He coaxed her into position between his thighs but Kat found it hard to relax at first. With his hard chest against her back and his legs on either side of hers, she felt completely surrounded by him—possessed in a way that was both frightening and compelling.
“Relax,” Deep urged, stroking her hair with surprising gentleness. “I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. You can feel safe with me.”
“All…all right.” Kat wasn’t sure she would ever feel safe with him, but she did manage to lean back against him and let some of her tension leak away.
“That’s very good.” Deep’s breath was warm against her ear. “We’ll let Lock do the actual penetration and fucking if that makes you feel better. I know you feel safer with him in charge.”
Kat couldn’t deny that his words were true so she didn’t try. She just bit her lip and tried to loosen up as Lock kissed her cheek and the side of her neck. “Slowly, my lady. Gently,” he murmured as he slid down her body.
“Do you want Lock to lick your pussy, little Kat?” Deep asked softly. “He can if you think it would help get you ready.”
“It would be my very great pleasure,” Lock said, looking up at her. “I love tasting you, my lady.”
“No…no thank you.” Kat shook her head. “I’m just so sensitive right now. I think it might make things worse.”
“What things?” Deep asked, one large hand sliding over her bare shoulder. “What are you feeling right now, Kat? What do you need?”
Kat bit her lip but she knew there was no use trying to avoid the question. “I need…I need to be filled,” she said in a low voice. “It’s like an ache inside me—an emptiness I can’t help or control.”
“Your body is crying out for ours,” Deep told her. “To really be fulfilled, you need both of our cocks buried to the hilt in your pussy—need to have both of us fucking you and coming in you, filling you with our seed.”
Kat stiffened against him. “I told you, we are not going there.”
“Not tonight,” Deep assured her. He was caressing both her shoulders now, his large, warm hands moving up and down her bare arms in a soothing massage. “I’m just telling you what your body needs—not what it’s actually going to get. Even one of us inside you would be better than a carved piece of wood, but I take it you’re not prepared to go there either?”
“No.” Kat shook her head firmly. “I don’t want to take a risk. My pills ran out while I was on the Mother ship—I’m not protected right now.”
“There is no birth control pill that works with a Kindred male,” Deep said. “But you wouldn’t need protection anyway—there’s no way you could conceive if only one of us made love to you. In order to become pregnant by Twin Kindred, both of us have to fill you at once.”
“That’s very comforting,” Kat said dryly, hoping her voice didn’t tremble and give away her fear. “But I think I’ll skip it anyway.”
“Let me urge you to reconsider,” Deep said seriously. “Penetration with the phallus will ease some of your symptoms. But only being filled with the seed of either Lock or myself will truly end your pain—the deep need you feel to be taken.”
“I can’t,” Kat whispered, shivering. “Can’t let myself go that far.”
“Not even with Lock?” Deep rumbled in her ear. “He can be very gentle and slow, little Kat. You could just lean back against me and let him fuck you.”
His words brought an inescapable image to her mind’s eye—one so vivid Kat couldn’t help seeing it. She saw herself, leaning back against Deep’s broad chest, her hair spread like a red shawl over his shoulders. He was murmuring in her ear, telling her to relax, to open herself, while Lock covered her, his cock thrusting slowly into her, pumping in a gentle rhythm until he filled her with his seed.
For a moment she wanted it—wanted it so badly her entire being ached with the need to have one or both of them inside her, to be pinned between them and penetrated with no hope of escape. But that was the bonding fruit talking, Kat was sure. She pushed the need away and shook her head. “No,” she said. “Not even with Lock. I’m sorry,” she added, looking at the light twin. “I just can’t.”
“I understand.” Leaning down he placed a soft, warm kiss on the top of her knee. “I’ve told you before, my lady, that I don’t wish to do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“Thank you,” Kat said gratefully. “I believe you. And I trust you. I…I trust both of you.”
“You don’t sound entirely sure about that.” But Deep sounded amused rather than offended. “Very well, little Kat, let’s see what we can do to make you feel better. First I need you to spread your legs.”
Kat had known this was coming but it was still incredibly hard to part her thighs completely and let Lock get between them. She forced herself to do it, though, knowing there was no other way.
“Easy, my lady,” Lock murmured, rubbing his cheek against the inside of her right thigh. “I swear I’ll be gentle with you.”
“I know you will,” Kat said tightly. “It’s just…that thing is so big.”
“Lock will take things slowly.” Deep spoke softly in her ear. “As slowly as you need him to.” His hands slid down to find hers and he entwined their fingers. “Hold on to me if you need to.”
Kat found she did need to. She gripped Deep’s fingers tightly as Lock positioned the smooth wooden head between her thighs.
“I’m just going to wet it with your juices, my lady,” he said. “For easier penetration.” He stroked the head of the phallus between her swollen pussy lips, sliding over her clit. Kat moaned, her hips jerking involuntarily at the bolt of almost painful pleasure that shot through her.
“Sorry,” she gasped. “I’m just so damn sensitive.”
“It’s all right.” Lock looked concerned. “Did I hurt you?”
“You didn’t hurt her, you made her come.” Deep’s voice was a low growl in her ear. “Look how tight her nipples are. And her pussy is coated in honey. Did it feel good, Kat?” he murmured in her ear. “Or do you need more?”
There was only one answer Kat could give. “More,” she whispered breathlessly. “Please, more.”
“Put it in her,” Deep directed his brother. “Slowly, though. Make sure she’s open enough to take it.” He kissed Kat on the cheek. “Lock is going to enter you now, Kat. Are you ready?”
“I think so.” Kat squeezed his fingers harder. “Just…be gentle.”
“Always,” Lock assured her. “Always, my lady.”
Kat felt him position the head of the carved wooden cock against the entrance of her pussy. Then slowly but firmly he began to slide it into her.
Thought she tried not to, she couldn’t help tensing up. On Earth, every time she had a pelvic exam, her doctor always had to use the extra small speculum—she was that tight. And the damn wooden thing Deep and Lock seemed determined to use on her was freaking huge. Sure enough, she could feel herself stretching as the wooden shaft slid deeper and deeper into her…but somehow it didn’t hurt.
“See?” Deep murmured in
her ear. “That’s not so bad, is it? And Lock’s already got half of it inside you.”
“No, it’s not,” Kat admitted. “It feels…kind of like it’s opening me up.”
“It is,” Deep told her. “But don’t worry, it’s not permanent. The bonding fruit allows you to be more flexible but everything goes back to normal the minute penetration is over.”
“And when…when will it be over?” Kat asked breathlessly as Lock slid the wooden phallus home inside her. She could feel the head of it pressing against the end of her channel and thought she had never been so full in her life.
“Not for a little while,” Deep said, kissing the side of her neck possessively. “You need to be fucked hard and deep, little Kat. Need to spread open your pussy and let Lock fill you until you’ve had enough.”
“How will I know when I’ve had enough?” she protested, her breath catching in her throat as Lock pulled the wooden cock halfway out of her and then thrust it back in again.
“When you stop coming,” Deep growled in her ear. “Now let go of my hands for a minute. I want to tease your tight little nipples while Lock fucks you.”
Kat released his hands and moaned softly as he reached around her and cupped her bare breasts. “So full and ripe,” she heard him mutter hoarsely. “So delicious, my curvy little elite. Fuck her, Brother,” he told Lock, who was in a semi-reclining position between Kat’s thighs. “Do it for both of us. Give it to her long and hard, the way she needs it.”
“God!” Kat’s back arched as Lock obeyed his brother’s orders.
“That’s right, Kat.” Deep’s voice was hoarse with desire. “Just lean against me and let it happen—let Lock fuck you. Gods but you look beautiful like this—so open and hot.”
Kat couldn’t answer. She could feel the wooden cock moving inside her, could see it sliding in and out of her pussy, slick with her juices, but she still couldn’t believe it. The fact that she was doing this with them—allowing this—seemed both strange and a little frightening at the same time. But right too—undeniably right. The pleasure rolled over her in waves building higher and higher with each stroke, rocking her to her core and making it hard to think. Making it hard to do anything but feel.
She fisted her hands in the material of Deep’s black pants, clinging for dear life as he twisted her nipples and Lock fucked her with the wooden cock. “God…God…” she moaned almost desperately. She could feel her pleasure coming to a peak and somehow she knew it would help—but not enough. Need more. Need both of them in me…but no, she couldn’t think like that. It was dangerous.
Deep seemed to know how she was feeling because he began murmuring in her ear. “It feels good, doesn’t it little Kat? To be opened…to be fucked. But this isn’t really what you need. What you need is to be between Lock and me. To open yourself for both of us at once and let us fill your cunt with our cocks.”
“No,” Kat managed to say.
“Yes.” Deep twisted her nipples almost roughly, sending sparks of painful pleasure from her breasts to the place between her thighs where Lock was pumping into her. “You need it,” he continued. “Need to feel us thrusting inside you, filling you together until we coat the inside of your pussy with our cum. Only then will you feel true relief, only then will you get what you really need.”
“I don’t…I can’t…” But Kat couldn’t talk anymore. Suddenly the pleasure crested inside her, swamping her like an enormous tidal wave that came crashing down around her, nearly drowning her with its intensity. “God!” she cried, her back arching and her fingernails digging into Deep’s knees. “Please!”
“Please what?” Deep demanded, his breath hot against the side of her neck. “Please stop fucking you? Or please keep it up?”
Kat couldn’t answer. She had never felt so overwhelmed in her life. At least Lock had stopped thrusting into her, though. He withdrew the wooden shaft and sat there waiting, his chocolate brown eyes half-lidded with lust, as she struggled to catch her breath.
“My God,” she whispered at last. “That was…incredible.”
“Just think how much better it would be with the real thing,” Deep said and Lock frowned at his brother.
Now that the tsunami-like orgasm was over, Kat was feeling much more self conscious. She tried to sit up but Deep pulled her back against his broad chest.
“Let me go,” she protested. “Aren’t we done here?”
“Oh no, little Kat.” He sounded like he was smiling as he kissed the side of her neck again. “It takes much more than one deep orgasm to dissipate the effects of the bonding fruit. We’re just getting started.”
Kat groaned but already she could feel her body wanting more…wanting to be filled again. It was going to be a very long night.
Fourteen
“You’re sure it’s been enough time? The results will be accurate?” Sophie stared at the small silver machine which whirred quietly to itself in the corner of Sylvan’s home office. He had brought it back to their suite from the med station at her request, because she didn’t want to be someplace impersonal when she got her results.
“Ninety-nine point nine percent accurate.” Sylvan’s deep voice was hushed and Sophie couldn’t help biting her lip as she looked at the man she loved. What is he thinking? What is he hoping for?
“And…here it is.” The machine emitted a few beeps and the lights on its front panel blinked. Sylvan reached into the small slot where he had put the vials of blood he’d drawn from her arm earlier. Sophie was no longer afraid of needles—though she still didn’t love being stuck. But this time she had barely felt the needle, she was so anxious to get the results of the test Sylvan was running.
She held her breath as he closed his large hand over the contents of the slot and held it out to her. “What is it?” She was nearly dancing with impatience when he unfolded his fingers to reveal…a small white flower.
“White.” Sylvan spoke gently, saying it aloud. “You’re not pregnant, Talana.”
“Oh.” A strange combination of relief and sorrow rushed through Sophie. So I’m not going to be a mom after all. Not now, anyway. Then she looked up at Sylvan’s face. Though his features were impassive, she knew him well enough by now to see the disappointment in his ice blue eyes. She opened her mouth to speak…and a sob rose in her throat.
“Sophia?” Sylvan leaned down, a worried look on his face. “Are you all right?”
“I…I think so. I don’t know why I’m crying.” But she couldn’t seem to stop.
“You don’t know why?” He took her by the shoulders and looked at her worriedly.
“Yes, I do. I know,” she said through the sobs that shook her. “It’s because I know…know you wanted a son. One who could grow up and play with Liv and Baird’s little boy. I’m sorry, Sylvan. So sorry I disappointed you.”
“You didn’t disappoint me!” He swept her into his arms and held her close, his face pressed to her neck. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes. “You could never disappoint me, Talana. I have you, and you’re all that I need.”
“But I know you want a family too,” Sophie said, sniffing. “We can try again as soon as you want.”
“We weren’t trying in the first place,” Sylvan pointed out, giving her his little one-sided grin.
“No, I know.” Sophie blotted her eyes on her sleeve. “I guess I just got so used to the idea in the past few days. And Liv is so happy to be pregnant.”
“Olivia is ready to be pregnant,” Sylvan said. “I get the feeling you’re not. Not quite.”
“Maybe I’m not.” Sophie looked down at the little white flower which indicated a negative pregnancy test. “But I want to be ready. When I look in your eyes and see how much you want a son, I want so much to give you one. A little boy with blond hair and blue eyes, just like you.”
“No, he should have green eyes and brown hair with red highlights—just like his mother.” Sylvan smiled again and swept a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Or, you never can tell—we mi
ght have a daughter. It’s extremely rare but it does happen from time to time.”
Sophie shook her head. “I’d rather have a little boy. I think I would worry about a boy less than a girl.”
“I doubt you’d worry less if you knew some of the things I got up to as a child.”
“Yes, well you were killing abominable vrannas by the time you were nine. I hope you wouldn’t expect to let our son do anything like that.”
“No.” Sylvan looked thoughtful. “There aren’t any vrannas aboard the ship. I suppose we could devise a different manhood ritual for him, though.”
“Over my dead body!” Sophie pushed away from him. “Listen, Mister, if you think for one minute I would let you take any son of mine into that kind of dangerous situation—” She broke off because Sylvan was laughing softly. “What?” she demanded.
“Nothing. I’m just thinking what a wonderful, protective mother you’re going to be when you’re ready to have children. When we’re both ready.” He pulled her close again and Sophie buried her face in his broad shoulder and breathed in his familiar, comforting scent.
I love you, she sent through their link, because it was so much more intimate to use mind-to-mind communication. Love you so much. Thank you for understanding.
Talana. Blood of my blood… He buried his hands in her hair and eased her head to one side, baring her throat for his teeth.
Sophie offered her neck eagerly, wanting to feel the rush of pleasure as he bit her and injected her with his essence. Before they had gotten bonded, she had been under the impression that Blood Kindred only bit at the moment of climax. But it turned out, biting—at least the deep, intimate biting done between a warrior and his mate—was almost like deep kissing for them. And now that he knew she truly didn’t fear it anymore, Sylvan was prone to sinking his fangs into her any time they had a moment alone. The sharp little prick of his four sharp points penetrating her flesh was like foreplay for her now. In fact, just the feel of his double set of fangs tracing her sensitive skin was enough to make her shiver with desire.
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