Tristan chuckled and nodded. “We could be here for hours—or days.” Tristan shrugged with a slight smile. “For your sake, Angel, let’s hope it’s hours. Might as well spend our time productively.”
Magellan nodded gravely. “My thoughts entirely. Oh, and Tris, would you mind getting the husband’s kit? I believe it’s still upstairs.”
Her eyes widened as the meaning of their abbreviated conversation sank in. All stupor left her. She swathed herself in the bed linens and scrambled back against the headboard. I wish this was body armor. “I don’t think that’s…”
Mage cut her off with a penetrating stare. “Don’t talk. Cross your hands at the wrists. Splay your fingers.”
Tristan trotted back into the room and tossed the small box, whose torturous contents were all too fresh in her memory, onto the bed. “Here you go. What else do you need?”
Mage captured her in a calculating gaze. “A little correction if I go wrong, and later, your full participation, but for the moment, just watch.” He paused and tapped her nose. “Remember—‘victor.’ If our play gets too much, use it.”
This is play? Tell that to my racing heart and dry mouth. Held mesmerized, she nodded.
Mage grinned like a megaton shark. “Computer, create a visual and audible calibration of Angelica Giverny’s real-time sexual arousal. Baseline normal through orgasm. Alarm at 95% and 99%.”
***
A mask blinded her. The musky smell of sex filled her nose. Soft curls of pubic hair tickled her nostrils. As rapidly as saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth, lubrication escaped her pussy and trickled down her inner thighs. Her captain had ordered her to kneel between his legs and hold his semi-aroused cock in her mouth. He forbade her to stimulate him in any way. She was merely to hold as much of him in her mouth as she could until he permitted her to release him.
Her bound fingers twitched restlessly. Her nipples pulsed in their fibrous wraps. Each throb streaked provocative pain straight to her clit. Her captain had not been content with immobilizing her hands and binding her nipples. A slender, ribbed, vibrating wand penetrated her anus. Tristan held the remote to it and to a vibrating egg inserted deep in her pussy. At random moments, one toy or the other, sometimes both, hummed for irregular periods of time and intensity. Like now! She whimpered and writhed between Magellan’s knees. The combined stimulation of egg and wand on high vibration created a crisis of sensation.
Meanwhile, above her head, Mage and Tristan discussed a three dimensional mockup of Arkodaenia’s city center that they’d pulled up before they’d blindfolded her. Only the slight tightness in his deep voice indicated Mage was aware of her.
“It is possible that the meks could be hiding in this warehouse district.”
“That would make finding them easier. The buildings and people aren’t as densely concentrated there as in other parts of the city,” said Tristan.
Soft grunts of wordless distress accompanied the involuntary undulation of her hips. The soft shape of Mage’s cock began to harden and fill her mouth. Thegentle, repetitive chime of the alarm sounded.
“Tris, back off on the vibes. Her arousal’s shot to 95%. She can’t remain still and I’m getting hard.”
“She looks so lovely; her mouth stretched around your cock, her wet pussy wagging in needy desperation. How can you ask me to stop?”
“Yeah… it’s quite a sight. I want her to cool off, though. You’ve kept her pretty worked up and it’s been awhile since we ate. I think we should feed our sweet angel before we go another round.” The chimes increased in tempo. “Tris…99%. Are you going to let her…?”
“No.”
The vibrations stopped. The engorged flesh between her legs twitched in reflexive protest. Angelica shuddered as her imminent climax faded—again. Each time she’d thought, he’ll let me come. This time he won’t stop. But as her arousal escalated, so had her disappointment. The mask absorbed the tears that leaked from her eyes. She despised Tristan DeHelios.
Use your safe word. Oh, god… what they do to me. So good. So intense. No. Use the safe word. Do it. It’s too good! I lose myself in sensation. They are mindful of every breath I take. Oh, Goddess, I love them. She worked to slow the frantic inhales she pulled through her nose.
“Food and drink sound good. I’ve gotten in some Vxloncian ‘special ale’. Ramsey’s Khlossian friend introduced me to it. You should try it. It will kick your ass,” said Tris.
Mage grunted in interest. “Sign me on, and let’s see what your replicator can do with a Klamanian burg.”
Mage held her head steady. “Angel, release me.”
She opened her mouth and his cock slid from between her swollen lips. Suddenly, she felt hollow, cast away from security. Empty air replaced the warmth of Mage’s body.
“Good girl. Kneel up, my angel.” His hands under her chin assisted her to a straightened posture. He held her shoulders in gentle hands and steadied her. “You can’t reach ahot spot, so simply keep your legs widespread. Hmmm. Wider. No grinding on anything to soothe that undisciplined pussy.” She heard the smile in his voice. He dried her cheeks and chin with a soft cloth and pressed a kiss on her mouth. His gentle finger smoothed salve on her chapped lips. “I’ll bring you something to eat and drink. Do you need to use the bathroom?”
She shook her head, and then he was gone.
Tris rose from his seat and patted the top of her head. “Behave yourself. I’ll be watching.”
She drew breath and opened her mouth to beg him not to leave her there with the evidence of her need cooling on her thighs. His hand covered her lips.
“Were you going to say ‘victor’? Because that’s the only wordI want to hear from your beautiful mouth.”
Her shoulders slumped and she leaned against his leg.
“I thought as much. As I said, behave yourself.”
Deprived of sight and freed from constant sexual distraction, her sense of smell and hearing sharpened. The savory flavors of dinner foods and the low current of conversation between the men as they ate occupied her attention.
“I need some of these food replicators for the Revertar’s mess hall. They are far superior to… umm-mmph!” Magellan’s voice stopped.
From Mage’s groan, Tristan had found a better use for his mouth and tongue than eating and speaking. A piece of silverware clattered to the floor, then another. Someone slid their chair back. Someone sighed. Muffled sounds of lovemaking from the kitchen continued until Angelica longed to tear off her mask. Had her hands been free she would have. The sight of her two beautiful men engrossed in each other would have been worth the certain punishment.
“I’ll… never… get enough of you. You’re… such a… gods-be-damned temptation.” Tristan’s words punched through heavy pants. “Such a responsive cock…”
“Goddess, Tris… yeah, like that… harder. Ah… fuck… stop, stop, stop.” Magellan’s staccato words accompanied a shaky laugh. “You’re a little too good at that.”His voice sounded strained. “Let’s feed our Angel before we get too carried away. Yeah?”
Tristan’s throaty chuckle raised the hair on her arms. “Yeah.”
Two sets of footsteps approached and both men resumed their previous places. “Sit back on your heels, Angel.” Magellan’s voice came from immediately in front of her. “Open your mouth.”
He placed a bite-sized piece of sautéed krava beast, dripping in spice sauce, in her mouth. She chewed, swallowed and opened her mouth for another bite. The mellow taste of mashed yellow gourd awash in butyrum followed. That was followed by the crunch of pungent, green water pods. The egg in her pussy began to hum. Mage tapped her lips. It turned out to be a straw and she greedily sucked down cold water. The low vibration of the anal probe joined the egg. And so it went. The two men took turns feeding her food and drink, teasing her nipples, caressing the insides of her thighs, under her breasts, along her collarbone—generally reducing her to a quivering mess.
“Are you ready for dessert?” Tri
s asked.
From the tone of his voice, Angelica hoped “dessert” was a euphemism for a different sort of treat. An orgasm, please. She nodded.
Tristan took Mage’s place in front of her. The scrape of a chair leg signaled Tris had moved closer. His bare thighs bracketed her shoulders and offered support. His hand rested on the back of her head and guided her face toward his groin. “Open your mouth.”
She moaned softly as his cock slid to the back of her throat.
“Keep me hard.”
Angelica’s world shrank to the hollow-cheeked slide of her tongue up the underside of his shaft; his grunts of satisfaction as she suckled the head of his cock and probed the tip of her tongue into its slit as she savored the musky smell and taste of aroused male.
Always, in the background, the diabolical vibrators continued their teasing on-again, off-again pattern. She wondered if Mage held the controls now.From time to time the men paused in their conversation, and she hung suspended on Tristan’s quiet command, “Stop, Angelica,” only to resume again when his hands urged her forward. Time passed seamlessly, the building dilemma between her thighs and the protest of tired muscles her only method for assessing its passage.
The computer alarm began to chimesteadily, assuring her two tormentors of the efficacy of their torture. Involuntary grunts of agitation now accompanied the uncontrollable undulation of her hips. Her nipples pulsed in their bindings. The rate of her building crisis multiplied. The musical sound of the alarm never slowed.
“Tone it down, Mage,” murmured Tristan.
Mage responded with a humorous grunt. “The vibes are off. Have been for several minutes. End this, Tris. She’s so gods-be-damned hot, and I’m dying to be in her.”
Tristan’s hands clasped her cheeks and pushed her away. “Straighten up. Be silent and still your body.”
Shudders quaked through her as she attempted to obey him while someone wiped the drool from her chin. She thought it was Tris. The chair in front of her scraped back and he stood. The blindfold slipped off her eyes and she blinked in the soft light. Inches from her face, the sight of the sculptured muscles of his heavy thighs and erect cock taunted her. So close, yet so far from where she craved him. He must have seen her desperation.
“Soon, Angel. Soon. I’m going to untie you. You will stand, legs spread. Hands at your sides.” He assisted her to her feet. As he freed her from the confinement of the black ribbons, he massaged her hands and forearms.
She moaned softly in appreciation. The change of position combined with the gentle caress of his hands sent her to heaven.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He tipped her face toward his and met her gaze in question.
“Yes, Sir.” If one could be okay when tremors of agonized need wracked one’s body in steady waves.
“Bend forward at the waist. Mage, remove the anal wand.”
Tris steadied her as one of Mage’s large hands cupped her buttock cheek and his thumb pressed against the side of her anus. His other hand captured the cord hanging between her legs and she felt pressure inside as he removed the toy. The slow slip of the ribbed vibrator past her sphincter muscles left her gasping for air while guttural animal sounds erupted from her throat. The alarm chimed briefly.
Tristan grasped her upper arms and helped her to straighten. “Spread wide. I’m going to remove the egg, and then I want you on my bed on hands and knees.”
Mage watched Angelica wobble into the bedroom and disappear.
“Computer.”
“Yes, Captain DeLan?”
“Discontinue visual and audible calculation on sexual arousal for Dr. Giverny.”
“Acknowledged.”
Mage eyed Tristan’s nude body and erect cock and damned himself for being defenseless against the man. In all ways, Mage found him irresistible. As Tristan’s hungry gaze raked him, Mage prowled forward and stopped a hand span away. Beginning at the notch in the man’s collarbone, Mage’s gaze followed as his forefinger feathered a caress down Tristan’s upper torso and ended at the base of his shaft. The man’s cock bobbed in response. Mage’s heart thundered in his chest and his mouth went dry. Sheer emotion and driving desire overwhelmed him. “I love you, Tris. I always have.”
Tristan’s head jerked up and his eyes widened like a panicked fricki. Mage almost smiled. “You don’t have to say it back. I, ah…” Mage cleared his throat. “…just wanted to put it out there.”
Tristan’s breathing deepened on a shallow groan. “Ah, fuck, Magellan,” he whispered. A look of wonderment appeared on Tristan’s face that stripped him of half his years. He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. “You and Angelica…I…I never…”
However Tris might have completed his thought, the words were lost when Trisyanked Mage into a tangle of arms and legs and lips and tongues that communicated, more than any spoken word, Tristan’s tempestuous emotions. Mage responded with a physical outpouring of all the love he felt for the man. Abruptly, Tris pushed Mage away and stood, head hanging, arms outstretched, hands planted on Mage’s shoulders, and sucked in air. He dropped his hands to his hips and cocked a gaze at Mage through the disordered locks of his hair. Humor sparkled in his eyes.
“We cannot neglect our sweet Angel,” said Tris. “I’ll flip you for position—heads or tails.”
Had Mage set an alert for his own arousal it would have been deafening for the last few moments. As it was, he could hear little over the blood pounding in his ears. He pulled himself together and croaked, “Sure.”
As they walked into the bedroom and over to the bedside table, the sight of Angelica on hands and knees, her swollen pussy glistening like an invitation to eternal bliss, goaded his overwrought libido. Tris picked a centavo from a stack of coins and flipped it into the air, catching it and slapping it onto his wrist. He lifted his hand and grinned. “Tails. You get her sweet pussy.”
Chapter Seventeen
Careful not to disturb his worn-out lovers, Tristan threw a forearm over his eyes and took a deep breath—an attempt to steady his turbulent thoughts and emotions. Mage and Angelica lay in an exhausted tangle across him—Angelica tucked under his arm with her head on his shoulder and the rest of her sprawled across his front, Mage nested between his legs with a head on his thigh and an arm wrapped around the calf Angelica angled across Mage’s chest. The last two days had been a marathon of carnal ecstasy the likes of which he’d never forget. If he died now, cause of death could legitimately be designated as sexual excess. He hoped he didn’t die now. For the first time in his life, he had a reason to live—two, actually—two precious reasons to live.
As he’d surfaced from the last round of stunning pleasure, an unfamiliar feeling invaded his soul. Sifting through a lifetime of memories, Tristan tried to label it or identify another time in his life when he’d experienced the same emotion that captivated him now. Forced to concede he’d never felt like this, Tris analyzed the feeling. He reached an inescapable conclusion. This is contentment—and I’m in love.
Making love with Angelica and Magellan had disarranged the foundation of his world. At some point in the last forty-eight hours, he’d undergone a profound reorientation. He loved them—both of them—with a passion that annihilated any previous paradigm he’d used to define love. How could an emotion so profound, so violent, ambush him and bring him to his knees in surrender without him ever seeing it coming? He must tell them. By the Consort’s hairy balls…I’d rather face the gods-be-damned mekanikos barehanded.
Acknowledging internally that he loved Magellan and Angelica was one thing—speaking the words to them was something entirely separate. Mage is smoother with these kinds of things. Perhaps even more brave? Wasn’t that a lowering thought? Somehow, he’d have to dredge up the courage to tell Mage and Angelica—especially Angelica—of the seismic shift in his perspective. He knew Mage returned his feelings, but what about Angelica?
He dropped his arm to his side and peered down his chest at the woman who had captured his well-a
rmored heart… to find her peering right back at him, her lips tilted in an affectionate smile. Tris snugged her closer with one arm and stared at the ceiling. “Why did you say yes?” he murmured.
Angelica nuzzled into his chest. “To what?” Her words came soft and hesitant.
“To this threesome.”
Tris heard and felt her heavy sigh.
“May I ask you something first?”
“I suppose.” Long seconds stretched while he waited for her question.
“Am I an interchangeable part? A replaceable piece when you or Mage get tired of me?”
If he’d possessed the energy to move, he would have sat straight up in disgruntled surprise. “By the seven hells! No!” Tris barked, then lowered his voice. “This trio would never work with another woman.” He snorted. “I can’t imagine tiring of you. Which brings me back to my original question, why did you say yes? I know you have feelings for Mage, but our captain will be gone for months at a time, leaving you at the mercy of a moody bastard.”
Tris heard the smile in her voice. “You mean my bodyguard? That moody bastard? I think I’ve dealt quite well with him—so far.”
“Umm. So… why?”
She murmured something into his chest.
“I didn’t hear you.”
Her ribs rose and fell in a heavy sigh and he felt her head lift off his chest to regard him. “For the oldest of reasons…I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Joy lit him up like a fusion explosion. He closed his eyes and pulled her to him closely. Now. Tell her now. Ah, shit… why is this so hard?
When he didn’t immediately respond, her head fell back to his chest and she traced her fingers over his abdomen. “So… why did you say yes?”
“I…” He cleared his throat and firmed his resolve. “I…”
The chime from Tristan’s AI sounded. “Prince DeHelios, Lord DeKieran is calling. The call carries an ‘urgent—priority one’ flag. Should I put him on vid-screen?”
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