Embroidered Fantasies t-5

by N. J. Walters

  His gaze flew to hers and he removed his finger. “Stop?” She shook her head. It didn’t hurt. Not yet. It just felt oddly embarrassing.

  “Use this.” Sednar tossed a container of something to his brother.

  As Radnor opened it, she could smell the herbs. He dipped two fingers inside.

  When he pulled them away they were covered in a thick jelly-like substance. “What is it?”

  He pressed his finger back against her ass and pushed, this time sliding deeper. The muscles in her bottom clenched and she forced herself to relax. This wouldn’t work if she stayed so tense.

  “It’s something to ease our passage into you. The herbs in the mixture will also relax you.” He grinned at you. “Put you more in the mood.”

  “Make me hornier you mean.”

  Sednar laughed, leaned down and kissed her. His kiss was much different from Radnor’s. More playful, but just as skilled.

  As Sednar kissed her, Radnor continued to work his finger into her tight channel. It was difficult, but he persisted until the thick digit was buried as far as it could go. It felt so strange to have one man kissing her, his hand toying with her breasts and nipples, while the other one had his finger up her behind.

  Her breathing got harder, faster, when she felt Radnor start to insert a second finger. It was too much. She tilted her head back, huffing out a breath from between her clenched teeth.

  Sednar sat beside her and plumped both her breasts in his hands, thumbing her nipples. “Just relax. You can take him,” he encouraged.

  It hurt, but not enough for her to ask him to stop. A few minutes later, she noticed it didn’t feel quite that bad. In fact, it was starting to feel pretty good. Maybe the herbs had finally kicked in. Whatever it was, Roxanne was grateful for it. Her ass got hot and she had the overwhelming urge to move. She pushed her butt toward Radnor.

  “That’s it, Roxanne.” Radnor eased his fingers in and out of her tight chamber.

  “Almost there.”

  Sednar left her breasts and kissed his way down her torso, lingering on some of her bruises. She cupped the back of his head, wanting to soothe his worry. It was crazy. She was aroused, cream sliding from her core, and all she wanted was to make Sednar feel better. It had to be love.

  He made a growling noise and nipped at her hipbones. His playfulness surprised a laugh from her. He shot her a wicked grin before dipping his head between her legs and licking her clit. He raised his head. “Tasty.”

  She felt her cheeks grow warm. There was an honest, earthy air about both these men that made this feel natural, even if it was still slightly embarrassing. She might get used to it. Say in twenty years’ time. In the meantime, she’d have a heck of a lot of fun.

  Radnor worked his fingers out of her ass, leaving her feeling empty. “It’s time.” Sednar thought it was a miracle his balls hadn’t burst or he hadn’t spilled his seed.

  Roxanne was so naturally sexy. Every breath, every moan, every quiver of her body was as good as a stroke over his cock.

  When she’d cupped the back of his head, her fingers sliding through his hair, he’d had to fight back tears, which was why he’d done something playful to make them both laugh. The feel of her lips as she’d kissed him, the taste of her cream as he’d licked her.

  There was no way to describe how she made him feel.

  Roxanne was everything. She was hope for the future. He could easily imagine her belly swollen with child. His cock jerked in agreement, fluid seeping from the slit. He was more than ready to claim her.

  He eased down beside her on the mattress and pressed a quick kiss against her lips.

  “Straddle me.” He took no offense when she glanced at Radnor first, waiting for his nod before sitting up.

  Radnor helped her turn around and swing her leg over him. The slick folds of her pussy brushed against his shaft. Sednar couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure. “So wet and soft,” he muttered. “Put me inside you.”

  She wrapped her fingers around his cock and he almost came on the spot. He gritted his teeth and thought about the tally for the harvest yields as she rose up on her knees and guided his cock head to her opening. When the tip sank into her heat he felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple. If he didn’t get inside her, it would soon be too late.

  He wanted her too badly.

  She bit her bottom lip, her face a study in concentration as she eased over his shaft.

  She looked sexy and utterly adorable. He wanted to smother her in kisses. All he could do was grip the sheets. If he grabbed her hips, he’d yank her down on top of him and she had to do it. It had to be at her pace, not his.

  The fabric beneath his fingers ripped as she took the last inch of him into her.

  “Yesss,” he hissed, feeling as though he’d finally come home. He’d had her before, but this was different. This was for forever.

  Sednar’s cock filled her to bursting. She’d forgotten just how big he was. She squirmed on his chest, trying to get comfortable. The sound of fabric ripping startled her. Then his hands were around her waist, holding her in place. He reared up and buried his face between her breasts. His breathing was choppy and she sensed he was near the end of his control.

  She waited, not daring to move. A few deep breaths later, he eased his head back and slowly lowered himself back down on the mattress.

  Roxanne could sense Radnor behind her, patiently waiting. His cock was pressed against the base of her spine, pulsing as blood pumped to the area, keeping him hard.

  “Ready,” he whispered in her ear.

  She nodded. She wanted this more than anything. Wanted to be able to take them both at once, to prove to them that she wanted them equally.

  “I’ve put some of the salve on my cock. It will help ease my way. Just breathe and try to relax.”

  Easier said than done.

  “Lean forward,” Sednar urged. She planted her hands on either side of his shoulders and lowered herself.

  She heard Radnor shift behind her, felt the cool breeze on her ass as he parted the globes and probed against the opening with his cock. The tip slid in easily. She took a deep breath, held it for a moment and then released it.

  Sednar’s cock pulsed deep inside her, filling her sheath to overflowing. Her inner muscles contracted, pulling him deeper.

  “Your cunt is so tight and hot.” His raw words made her shiver.

  “Her ass is even tighter.” Radnor’s hands wrapped around her hips as he eased himself deeper. “I’ve never felt anything this fucking good.” She’d never felt anything like this either. Both men were filling her until she was certain there was no more room. Still, Radnor carefully pushed a bit deeper. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. It hurt, but in a good way.

  Radnor shifted his hands from her hips to her breasts, molding them in his large hands. She could feel the heat of his chest against her back. The two brothers surrounded her, front and back. They were so strong, so powerful. Yet she had power too.

  It was a heady feeling. She purposely squeezed the muscles of her pussy and ass tight. Sednar groaned. Radnor swore.

  “I can’t wait.” Radnor sounded as though he was in pain. He leaned down and nipped at her nape as he began to slowly work his cock in and out of her ass. Only an inch or so, but it was incredible. The combination of the heat from him and the herbal mixture seeped into her flesh, exciting her even further.

  Using his hold on her waist, Sednar rocked her over his cock, moving in time with Radnor. Both of them were careful with her. Heat flooded her core. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her breasts ached. She shoved them deeper into Radnor’s hands and he caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed.

  She was so close.

  They rocked a little harder now. Sednar shoved one of his hands between them and found her clit, stroking it with his index finger. They filled her one more time. It was enough. Roxanne splintered into a thousand pieces.

  She cried out. He
r body quivered, her inner muscles squeezing their cocks. Sednar gave a cry and she felt the flood of his release inside her. Radnor thrust twice more.

  Then he yelled her name, his fingers closing tight around her breasts as he came.

  Unbelievably, she felt another wave of ecstasy wash over her. She came a second time. She couldn’t catch her breath. The room dimmed around her and she slumped onto Sednar’s chest. He said her name but she couldn’t answer. Her body shook and shivered.

  Radnor carefully withdrew from her and she couldn’t hold back a moan, part pleasure, part pain. She was lifted and Sednar slid from her channel, leaving her empty.

  But not alone. Strong arms held her. She sighed and allowed them to take care of her.

  A damp cloth appeared from out of nowhere. She knew one of them must have gone for it. Radnor. She knew it even as she knew it was Sednar holding her. Even with her eyes closed, she had no problem telling them apart.

  The cloth was cool and damp on her swollen pussy and on her behind. Radnor murmured to her as he cleaned her. Soft noises that meant nothing and yet everything.

  The mattress depressed and she was passed from one set of massive arms into another.

  She snuggled against Radnor’s chest and sighed. It was difficult but she forced herself to open her eyes. There was something important she had to tell them. Something she’d promised herself she would do when she thought she was going to die.

  She raised her head and blinked. Radnor’s hair was mussed, his face flushed, but he looked completely and utterly relaxed. She’d done that. Roxanne smiled at him before turning to Sednar. The two thin braids he wore kept his hair a little less tangled, but it still looked like he’d spent some time rolling around in bed. She didn’t want to contemplate what she looked like.

  Not that it mattered. Not with both men looking at her like she was the best thing since sliced bread. Her nipples tingled.

  “I love you.” She looked from one to the other. “Both of you.” Radnor sucked in a breath. Sednar sat up in bed and cupped her face between his hands. “That is the greatest gift I have ever received. Thank you.” She felt her heart dip slightly when he didn’t say the words back. Her smile wobbled but held.

  Radnor tugged at her hand until she looked at him. His eyes were golden in the firelight, his gaze fierce. “There has never been another man born who will ever love you as much as I do.”

  Her heart soared. Beside her, Sednar stirred, using his grip on her to turn her back toward him. “Yes, there has,” he protested. “Me.” He stroked her damp hair away from her face. “I love you, Roxanne.”

  The tears came then. Tears of joy, of happiness, of a brighter future. Radnor tugged her back down and cuddled her close to his heart. The heavy thud was reassuring against her ear. Sednar moved in behind her, his arm wrapping around her waist.

  She was finally home. Sighing, she relaxed and felt sleep claim her. Tomorrow was the beginning of a brand new life.

  Epilogue

  The great room was decorated with colorful banners. Garlands of wildflowers and fragrant herbs hung all around. A huge fire roared in the hearth that was big enough for her to stand upright in when it was cold. The smell of savory meats and spices filled the air along with the voices of the large group gathered there.

  Roxanne sat at the large table perched on the dais at the head of the room. The chair she was seated in was the one Arron had been working on the day after she’d first arrived, the one she’d admired. Sednar and Radnor had presented it to her as a wedding gift.

  To her right sat her husband. Radnor looked large and impossibly handsome in a heavily embroidered vest, which showed off his chest to perfection. His wrist and armbands glinted in the light as he inclined his head to hear what his sister was saying to him.

  Her husband. Just saying it to herself made her want to laugh. It also made several interesting parts of her body tingle.

  To her left sat the second husband of her heart. Sednar was just as good-looking in a similarly embroidered vest. As always, he wore his hair with the two thin braids in the front. Today, he also wore a heavy silver torque around his neck, the symbol of his position as elder brother.

  He threw back his head and laughed at something Emon, the blacksmith, said to him. It made her feel good to see him so happy. Life had changed her these past weeks.

  Slowly, but surely, the people of the keep were beginning to treat both brothers differently. The fact that she’d stayed with them and was incredibly happy had been noticed by one and all.

  No woman had ever been taken care of the way the Craddock brothers had cared for her while she’d been recovering from her ordeal. She’d done her best to get around the keep, talking to people, asking them about their jobs and families. It surprised her sometimes just how interested she was. In her old life, all she’d wanted was to be alone.

  But here, she felt a part of something. It was a wonderful feeling.

  She still couldn’t believe how many people had come to celebrate their wedding.

  The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of preparation. Genita, who preferred to be called Genny, had arrived several days ago from Bakra castle with her two very large, very fierce warriors in tow. There was no doubting how much Jarmon and his brother Garrik loved her.

  And just yesterday the two older Bakra brothers, Zaren and Bador, had arrived with their wife, Jane. Roxanne had immediately liked her. They had much in common, both being tapestry brides. She’d spent several long hours talking to Jane, asking her myriad questions about life here. She knew both Radnor and Sednar worried from time to time, but she was happy with her choice.

  The only thing she’d left behind in her old life was a tiny apartment’s worth of used furniture and a handful of clothing. Nothing to truly mourn or regret. Not when she’d gained so much.

  As if sensing her attention, Sednar leaned toward her. “Having fun, my sweet?” Her smile grew bigger. “I am. I can hardly believe this.”

  “Believe it,” came the voice on her right. Radnor caught her hand in his and raised it to his lips. He turned her hand over and pressed his lips against her palm.

  “When I brought that dusty tapestry home, I thought it was nothing but a piece of embroidered cloth. Instead, it made my wildest fantasies come true.”

  “I’ll make more of them come true later,” Radnor promised before nipping at her fingers. She laughed and tugged her fingers away and turned coyly to Sednar.

  “And what about you?”

  He grinned. “I’ve got a few fantasies of my own…” He let his words trail off, but she could hear the promise in them, the pledge. She leaned over and kissed him before turning to Radnor and doing the same to him.

  Around them, people cheered.

  “I think later just became sooner.” With that, Radnor rose from the table and bowed to the crowd. “If you’ll excuse us, I think my bride is fatigued from the festivities.” His lascivious grin left no doubt what he was planning to do to help her rest.

  Roxanne laughed as she rose beside him, giving him an elbow in the ribs. He didn’t even grunt or move. The man was built out of stone.

  Radnor scooped her into his arms and headed toward the stairs. Behind him, she heard solemnly Sednar address the crowd. “I must go check on them. My brother might need some help.”

  The crowd roared with laughter and began to chant. “Craddock bride! Craddock bride!”

  Tears pricked her eyes as Sednar caught up to them on the stairs. “Are you all right, love?” Radnor asked.

  “I’m better than fine,” she assured them. “I love you both. You’ve made me so happy.”

  “It’s only just begun,” Sednar promised her as he held open the door to their room.

  They all entered and he shut the door, closing out the rest of the world and leaving them alone together.

  About the Author

  N.J. Walters worked at a bookstore for several years and one day had the idea that she would like to quit her job, sell e
verything she owned, leave her hometown and write romance novels in a place where no one knew her. And she did. Two years later, she went back to the same bookstore and settled in for another seven years.

  Although she was still fairly young, that was when the mid-life crisis set in.

  Happily married to the love of her life, with his encouragement (more like, “For God’s sake, quit the job and just write!”) she gave notice at her job on a Friday morning. On Sunday afternoon, she received a tentative acceptance for her first erotic romance novel, Annabelle Lee, and life would never be the same.

  N.J. has always been a voracious reader of romance novels, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks all vie for her attention. And she doesn’t mind a bit. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.

  N.J. welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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