“Miracles, my love. If we cannot have our own, there are many children in this world who need the love we can give them.”
“Two daddys and one mommy at night.” Courtney forced a giggle to hide her sadness. “How would we explain that during a parent-teacher conference?”
“Faith, my sweet,” the other said, holding out his hand as a delicious, seductive smile lit his face. He helped Courtney to her feet and gestured to the stairs. Courtney felt light-headed as she walked up to the second floor with the two halves trailing her eagerly. She paused to lean against the staircase railing and tried to steady her knees, her body quivering with excitement at the thought that her greatest fantasy was about to come true. With a chuckle, Marcas lifted her into his arms and boldly brought her into his private wing, setting her upon the bed while the other closed the doors behind them.
“You will have us both tonight. We will love you together,” he proclaimed, hanging up his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. The other did the same, his keen eye traveling the lines of her body and imagining the pleasure that awaited him under the filmy golden material. Courtney blushed as the two stared at her hungrily, feeling awkward as she curled her legs under her.
“State your wish for tonight, my love,” one asked, pulling his shirt from his chest and making her drool with desire.
“Could we take a nice bubble bath? The three of us?” she asked timidly. With a laugh, one was in the bathroom, filling up the huge Roman tub that could easily fit four people. The other started to remove her shoes, rubbing her calves and instep as he did so.
“I think we both like to unwrap presents,” the other announced as he joined his half in stripping the clothing from Courtney’s body until she lay naked before them, only wearing the tiara and earrings. They both stripped completely, their magnificent, powerful bodies standing over her with a feeling of possession and protection, each corded muscle sculpted in the flesh.
“Right now, I can’t tell which half is which. Even your kissing is identical.” She groaned as they left a trail of tingling nerves over her flesh. “Do you ever wish that you had two of me?” she asked as they began to explore her with boldness, stroking her erogenous zones and teasing her senses.
“What would we do with two that we can’t have with one?” one asked as the other lifted her into his arms and carried her naked body to the bathing area.
“You wouldn’t have to share, to start with. Isn’t it weird for you?” she asked, sliding into the hot water and moving aside for them to join her.
“For me, it’s like looking in a mirror. I do not feel like there is another man with us,” he answered, pulling her back into his arms as the other grabbed her legs and began to run his hand along the insides of her thigh.
“We never touch when we make love to you either. During the course of the evening, we temporarily meld. Have you not noticed that?” he asked, lifting her foot out of the water, and gently kissing her instep and ankle.
“No… when we had our last little soiree in the pool, I was not exactly watching. But you were on different ends, too.”
“Watch, little Courtney,” he smiled, placing his hand on her breast and nodding to the other, “this only occurs when we are pleasuring you.”
Two sets of hands ran along her body and seemed to blur together where they met. She touched them, still feeling two hands but only seeing the fuzzy outline of one. She looked up, amazed. “You begin to meld when you have sex with me? How can that be happening? This is too freaky.”
“Sebastian believes that the bond neutralizes the curse when we share the same goal. It is the only time when we do not struggle against one another.”
“The need for physical gratification has been growing in one, while the need to please has expanded in the other. When it comes to you, we are beginning to think, and act, as one.”
“You tell Sebastian about our sex life? Oh Lord,” Courtney groaned, sinking under the water with embarrassment.
“No drowning yourself tonight, little Courtney. You will receive both of us for your pleasure. Is that a smile? Perhaps this curse is more a blessing when it comes to your pleasure?” came a teasing voice from behind her.
Courtney closed her eyes as they ran soapy hands over every inch of her body, and felt as though she was being handed back and forth between them as they discovered her under the bubbles. Having only two hands, as compared to their four, she resorted to touching Marcas with other parts of her body. She loved the feel of her still tender bare behind nestling against the hard muscle of his thighs as he rubbed her back, while she ran her fingers along the chiseled stomach of the one that kneeled in front of her. The whole experience was surreal, heady, and left her whirling with unspoken desires that would bring a blush to even the most uninhibited of women.
“How does you bottom feel?” one asked, reaching under to cup her.
“I’m alright. Not too bad. Why? What are you doing?” Courtney asked as she was leaned over the edge of the tub, her bare, wet, soapy bottom sticking out of the water. Hands covered her entire lower half, probing and prodding, pinching and lightly smacking. Their attention made her whine and plea for more.
“The bed can wait,” Marcas whispered, biting the flesh of her bottom before wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and pulling her back into the warm water to sit on his stomach. His erection stood up boldly between her legs, beckoning her to slide down and invite him in. The other disengaged himself from her hands and stood before her, his cock bobbing at lip level. Courtney reached to kiss the tip and gently sucked at the swollen head. With one hand, she guided his sweet rod into her mouth and, with the other hand, stroked the throbbing organ that twitched between her thighs. Both grew enormously hard and began to seek a place to lodge.
“What a greedy little thing. She isn’t satisfied with one, she wants both! Come now, let’s get you dry and continue this time upon the bed.” He laughed after a moment as she sought to take him deeper into her mouth. She pouted, but allowed them to pull her from the bath and pat her body down with the large, soft towels that smelled faintly of lilac. One scooped her into his arms as the other lit the fireplace and turned down the lights. The shadows danced happily against the walls as Courtney was placed in the center of the large bed and faced the two halves as they stalked her hungrily.
“Tell us your fantasies, Courtney,” one growled as he sunk his teeth into her side. She yelped, arching towards him as he hit one of her ‘zones’. The other nibbled his way to her left breast, his hand clutching the inside of her leg.
“I’ve always wanted two at once,” she panted, “front and back. But I don’t think I could take you… you’re too big.”
“We’ll have to see, won’t we?” one asked as he rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him. With his thumbs, he parted her wet lips apart to gaze at her womanly bloom, ignoring her embarrassed flush. “You are so lovely. Every sweet part of you.”
He lifted her to her knees and then guided his stiff pole to her entrance, slowly lowering her to straddle him. He felt her muscles grab his flesh and pull him into her body before urging her forward to press her chest into his. He silently slipped out of her as the other quickly entered her moist, wanting body. Held securely, as the other bucked against her from behind, Courtney could only purr like a happy kitten.
The one behind her shifted to place the tip of his swollen member to press against her tightly puckered entrance, using her copious juices to lubricate the passage as his hand toyed with her throbbing clit. Underneath her, the other guided his cock back inside her clutching womanhood and bent her forward so she could be penetrated from behind. She whimpered as she felt the thick, wet cock of Marcas’ pulsating cock slowly ease into that cringing, tight place. The pressure from both shafts stretching her to the limits. Carefully, they both began to rock their bodies in and out of her, gripping and straining so they would not hurt her as their length and girths heaved gently within her.
Courtney struggled between the sensations of being
completely filled to overflowing and feeling like she was almost being torn in two as she was ravaged by the two halves. They both made their claims to her, demanding her pleasure as well as their own, holding nothing back as they delivered their seed simultaneously in steaming spurts within her. Her own scream rattled the rafters of the old manor and she felt lifted from her physical body and was left floating in a pool of enraptured pleasure.
Lodged between two solidly muscled men that were still embedded within her, Courtney melted into a state of pure content. She felt whole with the two of them, complete and fulfilled. She knew what she desired, and snuggled deeply between them as she strategized how to get it.
Chapter Fifteen
Several days later, the manor bustled with preparations for the trip to the monastery. Courtney felt out of place among the six old men who had come to escort Sebastian home. She grabbed Marcas, pulling him into a dark corner.
“Is it possible for some of those men to be older than Sebastian? Holy sh…”
“Watch your language, my love. See that short one in the corner? That is Brother Gregor. He yields a mean switch and seems to enjoy it more than even I do. Do not let him hear you swear,” Marcas whispered in her ear as he offered her a shudder.
“Wow, the Great and Powerful Baron Kalnovky and Master of His Own Universe is afraid of a mere mortal? Will miracles never cease?” Courtney teased. “So, have you known these men all your life?”
“My grandfather knew most of these men all of his life. Father used to tell me they were older than dirt and just as crusty.” Marcas chuckled. “Sebastian said that the Brotherhood would set aside a whole afternoon every week to specifically pray for the old baron and his four sons, and in a rather diligent manner. Father and his brothers were known to be somewhat challenging and more than a little rebellious of authority.”
“I probably would have really liked your dad. It sounds like he was a lot of fun. I do wish I had had the opportunity to know him. And your rebellious uncles? Are they still alive?”
“One lives in Austria, one in France, and the other…” he pointed to Gregor, “still seeks every opportunity to annoy me.”
“Gregor is your uncle? No way! He doesn’t look anything like you.” Courtney was surprised, staring at the old, surly balding man with a frown permanently etched on his wrinkled face.
“He doesn’t act anything like me either. He has no sense of humor and is very controlling,” Marcas said, ignoring Courtney’s smirk. “He was eldest and relinquished his title so that he could join the monastery.”
“He felt called to service? Wow…”
“You can believe that if you want. No,” Marcas chuckled, “it was when he realized that his family needed more prayer than was humanly possible. And only he could provide it.”
“Sounds like excessive pride and egotism runs in your family, mister.” Courtney giggled, peeking out from behind Marcas’ arm as the lively men chatted with Sebastian and threw orders at Solphia. The Hungarian woman finally grabbed her spoon and waved it wildly, sending the monks scurrying from the house. She turned to Marcas and Courtney and, without a word, they too departed, laughing under their breath until they were far out of the exasperated woman’s site.
“She’s not happy with us,” Courtney panted.
“Her heart is breaking. She loves Sebastian and does not want us to do this,” Marcas sighed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and nibbling at her earlobe.
“I don’t want us to do this either. I need a…”
“Spanking?” Marcas asked hopefully, pressing her back against a tree.
“No, a kiss. Is that all you ever think about?”
“More often than not,” he answered, kissing her lovingly and grazing the corner of her mouth and lower lip. “When your bottom is red, it lights a fire in my heart.”
“Yeah, but the fire you light on my backside is less comfortable.”
“You still haven’t forgotten your punishment, have you?” he murmured into her neck.
“It took me three days to sit without whining about it. Stop smiling, it isn’t funny,” Courtney scolded.
“I guess that means you will behave during our trip. You don’t want me to have to spank you in front of the monks.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Courtney gasped, pulling away. “Would you? Damn… Marcas, you can’t be serious.”
“Behave yourself and you will not have anything to be worried about. And stop swearing. That was your last warning.”
Courtney grunted and ducked under his arm to escape his teasing kisses. She froze as a heavily accented voice called to her.
“Miss Wells. I wish to speak to you.”
“Um… it’s Brother Gregor, right?”
“My nephew has mentioned me? Be careful of that young man, things are not always what they seem.” Gregor frowned, eyeing Marcas. Courtney interjected before Marcas could retort back.
“If you are talking about the curse, I am already aware of it. It doesn’t scare me,” Courtney answered boldly, hands on her hips, her chin slightly tilted and her eyes directly challenging him.
“You are very protective of him. Good.” The look of relief on his face was evident, “Please, come inside so that we might speak privately. You, stay here,” he ordered Marcas, pointing at him with a stern reminder to obey his elder. Simmering, Marcas watched his uncle escort Courtney into the manor and turned to slowly approach the other monks. He met their eyes. “She is the one. She will break this,” he said before they had a chance to speak.
“Did you tell her of the sacrifice required?” one asked.
“No. I could not ask that of her. I believe she can do this without paying the price.”
“Son, faith in what is true is good. Faith is what you wish to be true will lead to despair. Do not bring that upon yourself.”
“He’s telling her, isn’t he?” Marcas frowned. Their silence answered his question. “I will never forgive any of you if she falls to harm because of this.”
“You must trust God to direct us. He will point out a path, if there is one to be found.”
“If He takes her from me…”
“Think not of that, young man. Do not waver in your faith. And do not question her faith in you, either.”
Marcas merely scowled, forcing down the anger inside of him. If Gregor told Courtney the secret, and she followed through, then there would be trouble. He could not permit it, the risk was too high. He turned to run to the house and was blocked by Solphia.
“I need to stop them…”
“No, Baron. Your uncle said you are not to disturb him and the young lady.”
“Now see here, Solphia. I am master of this house and… HEY!” he yelped as she whacked his thigh with her spoon. She waved it in his face as she backed him down the stairs, yelling at him in Hungarian. Sebastian’s shout prevented Marcas from pushing past the old woman as the monks witnessed the scene. Marcas growled and stomped away, angrier than hell and humiliated to boot.
He turned to Sebastian’s call, stopping as the old man was wheeled to him.
“Leave us alone, please? Thank you, my brother,” Sebastian said to his assistant. He waited until they were alone and turned to Marcas. “You, sit. It is time for lessons.”
“Sebastian, this is no longer appropriate…”
“I said SIT! Must I get a cane?”
Marcas could not resist breaking into a loud laugh as he settled on a dry rock next to the wheelchair. Sebastian winked, reaching out his hand for Marcas to take. “Even as a boy, you would give me cause to shout at you. All these years later and you still give me cause to shout. What happened, son? Why were you that way with Solphia?”
“She would not move. Gregor is telling Courtney how to break the curse. Sebastian, I’m afraid for her.”
“Marcas, shhh. Listen to me. What we think we know may not always be what is. Remember that. Look at me. Have I ever led you down the wrong path?”
“You’ve led me down some v
ery rocky and painful ones,” Marcas grunted, locking eyes with his old mentor.
“And each was designed to teach you a special lesson. This path that you are traveling may not have been one I would have chosen for you, but God must believe it is the one that you need. Trust Him, trust me, and trust Courtney. My heart tells me she will succeed.”
“But her life… Gregor says the cost includes the giving up of her life. I can’t allow that.”
“Marcas, sometimes people are called to give gifts of necessity, not of comfort. If Courtney has a gift of life to give you, then you are to accept it with gratitude.”
“I love her, Sebastian.”
“I know you do, my son. I know,” Sebastian pulled the young man into his arms and hugged him tightly. His heart was torn as well.
* * *
Courtney watched the old monk pace back and forth before her as he explained the intricacies of the curse and the requirement to break it. She bit her lip, feeling her heart beat fearfully within her. Could she do what was needed or would she take the safe route? Facing her unwanted nature was not something she desired. She had spent the majority of her life hiding it under the guise of self-control. Could she survive without that part of herself? Without the control? Without the power of fear guiding and directing her? Protecting her?
Gregor paused to look at her carefully. “If you love him as you say you do, you will find the courage to face these fears and give the sacrifice needed. If you are true to yourself and your own weakness, then the price you pay will be worth the reward you gain. You cannot renounce your promise, either. Just remember, once you take the step, there will be no turning back. If you choose not to follow through, then please, leave and let him whither from a broken heart. It will take much less time and be less painful than the eternal hell of self-hatred.”
“Will this break the curse? If I conquer my weakness and let my fears truly die?”
“My dear child, can you tell me the difference between a curse and a blessing?” Gregor asked, contemplating the struggle on Courtney’s face. He knew that he was asking something of her that was difficult, but if he could help her see…
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