Tres: Ancient Warriors. Modern Women. Waking Desires.

by Jules River

  Steven answered, “I would think some of us will be on the go within a week’s time. I will be in touch with a couple of people tomorrow myself, and I am sure the women will be, also.” They continue to discuss plans for the next few weeks as the car moved smoothly through the dark night.

  ***

  Warin turned to his brothers. “Tonight went well. We should be able to lift the curse permanently and secure our lives, and I can only assume we will live on in this time.”

  Cenric replied, “I hope it will be in this time, I have plans here. What about you, War, Dun? Which time would you want to live in, if you were given a choice?”

  Dunstin said, “Yes, I hope it is this time, as I, too, have plans in the now.” Warin nodded his head in agreement, and continued, “We must tread carefully with our women; they do not think or act like the women of our time. I have a feeling they are letting us have our way more than they would with anyone else, but they could change that at any time if we push them too far, too fast.”

  Dunstin grumbled, “I have not gotten my way, yet, but I understand what you are saying. I know I must go slowly with Lyra. She is like a skittish filly that needs patience, and a strong, gentle hand, or she will try to bolt from me. And having their help will get us to our goal faster than if we were to do this on our own.”

  “Besides, Dun, it is much more enjoyable with the women than without them,” Cenric said with a mischievous smile. “My woman is ripe for the plucking; she just does not realize it yet. What say you, War? Are you going to demand that Mira gives in to you?”

  Warin glanced at Mira, then back to his brothers. “No, I think I will get further with her if I push, but not demand. Besides, I want her to give in to me on her own, and if I show her the pleasure I can give her, she will give in to me more quickly.” He looked off with a satisfied smile.

  “Ah, good plan, brother. Show them what they are missing,” Dunstin agreed. Cenric nodded his approval. “Apparently it is called ‘messing around’ when you have the pleasure without the sex, when all this time I thought that was called teasing.” He gave a wicked smile, “I will be trying this approach, too.”

  Dunstin growled, “I call it teasing, but if teasing us both will get me what I want, I too will be ‘messing around’ with Lyra,” but he was suddenly not as happy about tonight as before.

  ***

  When they reached the castle, the men climbed out first, and waited for the women; each brother took the hand of the woman he claimed, helping her out of the limo, keeping hold as they walked into the castle. Steven and Todd decided to have a nightcap in the lounge and catch the end of some game on TV, but the rest of them went upstairs for the evening.

  Being the last couple, all the way up the stairs Warin had his hand at the very base of Mira’s spine, again dipping below her dress where he looped the top edge of her thong around his index finger, tugging occasionally and pulling her panties taut between her legs, rubbing against her sensitive center. She was so flustered and sensitive all over, as soon as they entered the bedroom she dashed for the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, “I’m showering,” quickly shutting and locking the door. Mira tied her hair up on the top of her head, undressed, and took a quick lukewarm shower. She carefully washed off her make-up, trying to calm her oversensitive nerves, stalling for time. She tried to figure out how she was going to abstain until she had protection. She did not want to get pregnant in this extremely uncertain situation, where no words or even thoughts of love had been exchanged. This was not how she dreamed she would start a family.

  After she showered, she came out of the bathroom in a long, silk nightgown with a matching silk robe tied tight around her waist. “The bathroom is all yours,” she stated, as she walked over to the dresser and placed her jewelry in the box. Mira tried to find something to keep herself busy, so she would not be tempted to look at Warin with his coat and tie off and his shirt unbuttoned, showing a glimpse of his magnificent body.

  Warin watched her for a moment, then went to take his own shower. When he came out in just a pair of boxer briefs, he found Mira in bed, completely covered and sleeping, or so she would have him believe. Warin got into bed beside her and ripped the covers back to the foot of the bed, and pulled her half under him in one fluid motion. Mira gasped as her eyes flew open with startled excitement and trepidation. “I knew you were not sleeping. We both know you cannot escape my attentions this night,” and he captured her mouth in a searing kiss.

  He sucked, nibbled, and licked her lips while one hand held her behind the neck and the other was full with her breast; he massaged and flicked her pebbled nipple, and encouraged her to respond to his kiss. When she did, he left her lips and kissed and sucked his way down her neck, saying as he went, “I will pleasure you and let you get accustomed to me.” He hovered over her silk-clad nipple, and breathed, “Once you are accustomed to me, you will give yourself to me completely.” When his hot, wet mouth closed over her sensitive nipple, she let out a little breathless scream as she arched her back and grabbed his forearms. It was the sexiest sound Warin had ever heard. He planned to draw many such noises from her.

  He quickly tired of the silk separating him from his treasure. Lifting his head, he pulled the strap of her negligee down until her breast was bared; he blew on her nipple, lightly, drawing a moan from her lips and making her shiver in response. Her hand moved to the back of his head, urging him to take her in his mouth again. With his other hand he pulled the other strap down until her other breast was free as well, then set about giving them both the same attention, sucking and flicking at her nipples with his tongue and fingers.

  Mira panted, moved her legs restlessly, and rubbed them on Warin's legs. He angled himself between her thighs, took one of her legs and wrapped it around his hip as he pushed his hard length up against her core, all while he continued to lavish attention on her breasts. Soon he had her nightgown up to her waist, one hand on her lace-covered ass, holding her tightly as he rubbed and thrust. The friction of his actions as he rubbed on her core, and the things his mouth and hands did to her breasts, had her panting and moving her hips to meet his thrusts. Warin began kissing her deeply. Mira was so taut she was about to break in his arms. He pulled his lips away from hers, “Come for me, Mira,” and growled as he continued to rub his hard length between her legs, only a thin barrier of silk and cotton keeping him from being deep inside her. Warin knew that if he removed her panties, he would not be able to give her the time he should give her. As they rubbed and thrust against each other, just the thought of being inside her was enough to have his seed spilling into his boxers with a long groan. When he told her to come for him, then stiffened, shuddered, and groaned, she grabbed his butt with both hands and rubbed harder and faster as she also shattered and rode the wave of both their orgasms, chanting breathlessly, “Yes, Yes, Yes!” until she was spent and went lax under Warin as he barely held all of his weight off of her.

  With a long, satisfied groan, Warin rolled to his back, pulled Mira half on top of him, and she drew the covers over them as they fell asleep as one unit, together.

  ***

  Lyra was getting tense, wondering what Dunstin was going to do when the door closed. She need not have worried; as soon as the door closed Dunstin turned to her and said, “Go shower. I believe that is your custom in the evenings,” and he started taking off his tie.

  Lyra was pleasantly surprised and, truth be known, a tiny bit disappointed as she went into the bathroom and closed the door. She decided to rinse her hair out, since she could not stand to leave styling products in it for long. She was rinsing her hair when she heard the door open, and her eyes flew open to see Dunstin as he came into the shower toward her, every bit as naked as she was. She was stunned at his sheer size, everywhere, and sputtered, “Whh what do you think you are doing?! Get out!” She tried to cover herself with her long hair and hands. Dunstin stared at her, looked his fill, and when he took the two strides to reach her, he grabbed her hands, pul
led them behind her back, and held them with one hand, moving her hair aside to see her fully. Lyra was struggling, trying to free her hands. Dunstin continue to stare at her slim, athletic body. He watched her full breasts jiggle as she struggled, and it had him rock hard and throbbing in no time. When Lyra noticed, she immediately stilled. “Dunstin, I told you I’m not ready for this yet.” Lyra’s voice was strained and her wide eyes were trying to look anywhere but at his massive size.

  “I can pleasure you and leave you a virgin still,” he purred as he leaned down and took one hard nipple in his mouth, making her jerk reflexively and moan her pleasure. While he worked her nipple, he released her hands and put both his hands at her ribs, pulling her body against his as he bent her backward. Her hands came up to his forearms and trailed all the way to his shoulders into his close-cut hair, urging him on as she arched her breast into his mouth. Slowly he kissed his way up to her lips and took possession. She kissed him back wildly.

  As he kissed her senseless, his hand moved across her stomach and down between her legs; he cupped her sex before he rubbing her center, catching her scream of pleasure in his mouth. Lyra ran her hands down Dunstin’s back and around his waist, then back up to his large pecs. She ran her fingernail lightly over a flat nipple, and got a groan of pleasure in return. He gritted out between kisses, “You’re killing me, you know that.” As he was stroking her center she felt his hard length rubbing against her stomach. Curious, on the brink, she started trailing her hands down. Just when she reached his throbbing hardness, and wrapped her hands around him, he rubbed her in a circular motion and she broke past to her orgasm, squeezing him with her hands. Both of them came together. She would have collapsed to the shower floor, but for his strong arm holding her tightly against him.

  They stood there a moment, panting, catching their breath; his forehead resting on her head, while hers was against his chest. Finally he took a step back from her, and she looked down and quickly let his still semi-hard length go as she squeaked, “Ew, this is messy! Good thing we are still in the shower.” With all seriousness, she continued as she turned toward the water to clean herself off. “Next time we will definitely have to use a condom to contain that mess.” Dunstin was standing behind her, shaking his head with a grin on his face as he thought, Leave it to Lyra to have her first orgasm with a man and all she can talk about is how messy it was.

  Clean again, Lyra turned around and gave him a quick kiss on the shoulder as she walked around him to get out. He almost grabbed her for round two, but stayed his hands; he could not stop smiling while he showered. He was elated that she was affectionate on her own. When he was done, he went into the bedroom to find a sleeping Lyra, he climbed into bed beside her and wrapped her in his arms as he went to sleep.

  ***

  As soon as Cenric closed the bedroom door he asked Faye, “Do you mind if I shower first?” Relieved, Faye answered, “No, not at all, I need to respond to some personal emails on my phone.” As she sat on the comfy reading chair in the corner, Cenric went to take a shower.

  When he came out he was only wearing a towel, so Faye quickly went into the bathroom. She put her hair in a sloppy bun on top and took a nice, hot shower. When she came out of the bathroom she was in a tank top and boy shorts with a short open robe. Cenric was lying on the bed, still wrapped in the towel, his arms crossed behind his head. Faye was having a hard time not staring at his beautifully sculpted body as she came around the bed. She took off her robe and quickly slipped under the covers, feeling Cenric's eyes on her the entire time. She was about to reach over and turn out the light when Cenric spoke, “Would you like to play a game to get to know each other better?” He gave her a smile that was as innocent as he could pull off.

  Skeptically, Faye answered, “I suppose. What game?” Cenric sat up and turned toward her and she did the same. “Well, we take turns asking questions about ourselves and the other has to try to answer it correctly, and if they do they get a prize.”

  Faye humps in suspicion, “What kind of prize?”

  “Just a simple kiss,” he cajoled. “Come on, we want to get to know each other better, and this will be a fun way to do so.” Faye reluctantly agreed. “Fine, but just a kiss, and I get to ask the first question.”

  Faye thought for a moment and asked, “Where did I go to high school?” Cenric paused for just a second before replying, “You only went to a high school for one year and that was in New York.” He smiled triumphantly. Faye was flabbergasted. “How did you know that? This game is rigged somehow! You could not possibly know that, unless you talked to Steven, but you two can hardly stand each other so I know he did not tell you, nor have you had time to talk to my sisters.” She gave him a confused look.

  “I get my prize now, Faye, come closer,” and he reached behind her neck and moved toward her. At first he barely touched her lips with his, then when she leaned into him, he kissed her passionately. He tasted her thoroughly before he pulled away, leaving her wanting more. “Alright, my turn, what does my name mean?” He smiled, acting like he asked a difficult question.

  Faye mentally shook her head to clear it, then gave him a knowing look, “Really, that’s the best you can do? It means bold, powerful.” Cenric smiled, “You are really smart, but I already knew that. Now you get to collect your prize.” He happily slid closer so she could kiss him.

  Faye glared at him, then leaned in and kissed him firmly. Slowly, he opened for her so she could deepen the kiss. When she did, he put his arms around her and started to lay her back on the pillow, distracting her as he nibbled her lower lip before he deepened the kiss again. When she started making little moaning noises in the back of her throat, his hand started to wander up and down her sides, under her tank top until he had his hand full of her bare breast. He massaged and felt the weight of it; he circled the nipple over and over again but did not touch it. She was squirming in his grasp and kissed him thoroughly while she made sexy, needy noises.

  Cenric slowly pushed her shirt up over both her breasts and used both hands to touch her breasts, resting his weight on his elbows on either side of her body. Finally, he gave her what she wanted and he lightly squeezed her nipples and flicked them. Her back arched, putting her breasts more firmly in his grasp. He kissed down her neck to her heavy breast and swirled his tongue around her beaded nipple, making her gasp out his name, “Cenric!” He moved to the other breast and ravished it, too, as he slipped his thumbs in the waist of her boy shorts and started sliding them down her thighs. She was about to resist when he sucked harder at her breast, and pulled a moan from her long enough to distract her as he slid her shorts the rest of the way down her legs. He started kissing and licking his way down her stomach until he reached her center, “Open for me, Faye, I want to know all of you,” and he spread her and tasted her.

  Faye was practically having an out-of-body experience because of all the things Cenric was doing to her. She had her hands on her sensitive breasts, and her head tossed from side to side when he sent her over the edge into the most amazing pleasure her body had ever felt. He tasted her until she stopped shuddering. With a growl and one last lick, Cenric rolled over onto his back with his arm flung over his eyes; his chest heaved, his hands fisted, and a raging hard-on pulsed on his stomach.

  Faye looked at him as she tried to catch her breath. Sweeping her eyes all the way down his amazing body until she came to his erection, she saw a drop shimmer at the tip. Without thought, she fluidly leaned over him and tasted him with the tip with her tongue. He jerked and groaned a deep painful groan. Faye smiled and asked as she watched him through her lashes, “Does it hurt when I do this?” And she put her mouth around the head. He gave a strangled, “No, it feels amazing.” He did everything in his power not to get a fistful of her hair and show her what he wanted her to do. Instead he put his hands above his head and gripped the pillow.

  Faye took him in her mouth again and rubbed her tongue over him, swirling over the tip again as he moaned and his breath
ing became erratic. Then she took him into her mouth as far as she could a couple of times. She sucked hard on just the tip and he reached for her, pulled her head up to kiss him, and then took her hand, wrapped it around his base and showed her how to move it up and down his shaft. After a few strokes he growled into the mouth he was plundering, and she felt hot liquid running down her hand. She moaned into his mouth as she stroked him gently until it had stopped pulsing. After a moment he stopped kissing her and reached for the towel beside him and wiped off her hand and his stomach.

  Cenric kissed her once more and stated, “See, we know much about each other.” Faye could not deny that now. He pulled the covers over them, held her closely as she rested her head on his chest, and they quickly fell into a deep sleep.

  Chapter 13

  In the morning, all three couples were in good moods, since some of the sexual frustration had been temporarily relieved. Breakfast was a festive affair as usual with Mira, Faye, and Lyra dancing and joking around while they cooked for all of the men. After breakfast they went to work in the huge office, following up on contacts made the night before at the museum cocktail party, researching leads, and making preparations for upcoming excursions.

  Lyra ordered iPhones, tablets, and a few other necessities for the warrior brothers, outfitting them with modern tools to enable them to function effectively as they sought answers to permanently end the curse that had trapped them in stone for so many centuries.

  It took three days before they received the first phone call from one of the people they had made offers to at the museum. Faye was giving Cenric a crash course in how to use his phone and tablet, when she answered a call from Walt Samuels.

  “Hello, Faye dear, I have some information on the book of spells you were asking about. It was hard to come by, to be sure, and I will expect the geisha’s journal in exchange.”