Virile

by Virile (Evernight)

  “Pool your saliva, Adara. Make your mouth very wet.”

  She did as he said, and he tipped her head back a little. “Open wide.”

  Allowing her lips to part, curling her tongue to keep her spit at the back of her throat, she saw and felt him move right into her, flared cockhead pushing insistently into her mouth.

  “Close your lips tightly, my love.” His tone was strained. “You will suck me as you can and make good use of your wicked tongue, as you do when you talk back.”

  Her jaw clenched at his taunt, and she took an angry breath through her nose. Kellis took advantage and thrust deeper, right to her tonsils she was certain, before withdrawing to nearly pull out. He varied the depth and cadence of his thrusts, but it was clear he was in charge of the fucking and she was merely the vessel. It spoke to her in some perverse way, being used at will.

  As her saliva escaped from the corners of her mouth to run down her chin and her eyes watered with the effort of keeping the suction going as well as working her tongue, she thought she might be having an out of body experience. Blow jobs weren’t something she gave—no man had formerly been worth it—yet this was something she was quite willing to do.

  Kellis wasn’t hurting her, although her jaw was beginning to ache and her hands felt numb as she fisted them to refrain from touching him. But her knees were cushioned from the hard floor, and his grip on her head held her steady and kept her back from feeling the strain. The tension in his thighs and the muted sounds emanating from his throat told her he liked what she was doing and was holding back. Was he thinking she’d give in? Focusing really hard, she found the little notch in that flared head and traced her tongue against it and along the pulsing vein behind the silky skin. Feeling him rise slightly on the balls of his feet, she sucked him down and swallowed, her gag reflex kicking in. But the ropes of cum spurting choked her equally and Kellis bellowed above her, pulling back enough for her to swallow and fill her lungs through her nose.

  “Gods, my love.” He shuddered before her and eased away, his softening cock slipping from between her lips, nearly numb from stretching around his girth and holding him so tightly. He dropped to his knees, and she winced when they hit the hard floor, but his concern was for her. His hands skated down her cheeks and touched her mouth. Semen and spit coated her lips and chin, and she’d never felt so powerful.

  “You weren’t supposed to swallow this first time, Adara,” he gently scolded. “Or choke yourself. I was accustoming you to how I like to be served.”

  She remained silent, just looking at him. This was really different, like a fulfilling ritual or something. She’d even give him the served part. Kellis sighed and leaned to kiss her. On her forehead—of course.

  “Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” Orion groaned. “You normally last so much longer, brother.”

  “Shut your mouth!” Thorn unleashed his ire on Orion before Adara could feel compared, although a hint of it spoiled her pleasure at, well, pleasuring Kellis. Orion looked stricken, such a strange look on such a masculine face, and apologized.

  “I beg your pardon, my sweet. It’s just that you unraveled my twin with such dedication! You look absolutely beautiful with his cum on you. And you will wear mine shortly.”

  Adara involuntarily shook her head. She couldn’t suck him too. Her jaw ached like crazy now.

  “No, little one, Orion wouldn’t be so crass as to ask you to serve him as you served Kellis. He wishes to play with your breasts.” Thorn immediately reassured her.

  She looked down at herself. Orion had teased her nipples unmercifully when she was strapped down to that chair. Her nipples beaded harder at the thought, and the brothers chuckled, damn them. They missed nothing, but then there were three of them and only one of her. Kellis drew her to her feet, still looking a little shell shocked—he hadn’t even responded to his twin’s jab.

  Orion tenderly wiped her face and led her to the chair. She shivered and resisted. She both feared and longed for yesterday’s experience.

  “It’s okay, my sweet. I won’t restrain you.” He placed her on her back and clambered up to kneel on either side of her, her hands trapped under his thighs. There was no need to restrain her. His bulk ensured she couldn’t move. Thorn’s head dipped between them, and he sucked a nipple—hard. When he withdrew his mouth the bud was elongated and he captured it between his fingers to pinch it harder. Orion placed a little silver circle over the end and it slid down to replace Thorn’s fingers. Orion squeezed the clamp and Adara shrieked a little as it crimped her sensitive flesh. They did the same thing to the other nipple, and even knowing what was coming didn’t make it easier.

  “Breathe through it and wait, my sweet. I promise it will be all right.”

  As she became accustomed to the bite of pain, something interesting happened. Her pussy, already softened and wet from satisfying Kellis, quivered, as though connected to her nipples. Her legs moved restlessly, dangling behind Orion.

  “This won’t do,” said Kellis. He stretched her legs out on the stirrup boards, and she appreciated the support. Despite their weird interests, they absolutely took care with her.

  A tinkle of a slender chain dangling before her eyes made her lashes flutter as she tried to take it in. Lifting her head a little, she saw Orion attaching the chain to the circlets on her nipples. He tugged experimentally and the twinge of pain enthralled her, her pussy quivering again. Bad influence indeed. Thorn held an open jar and Orion dropped the chain, allowing it to pool in her cleavage while he dipped his fingers into the container, leaning back to slather a shiny substance over his jutting cock. What? She immediately found out before she could ask.

  Leaning over her, Orion fit his cock between her breasts, lifting the chain free as he did so. As he pulled it up and took up some slack, her mounds enveloped him, that infernal tugging on her nipples making her crazy. It hurt yet it didn’t, and without the collar impeding her ability to move her head, the visual was impressive. His boner shuttled back and forth in the now slippery lubricated tunnel created by her cleavage, squelching loudly, and pre-cum beaded at the tip. His breathing became audible, and his face flushed.

  Someone was playing at her pussy—nothing intrusive—just little touches and flirts. Her thighs parted wider, and a finger traced her entrance. She wanted it inside of her to compliment the strange feeling in her breasts, a spiraling, throbbing ache of sorts.

  “Tip your head down, Adara.” Orion sounded desperate but a vein of authority was present in his voice. She dipped her chin and his cockhead bumped her lips. She opened without being told and tasted his salt and musk. It was easy to accept part of the head and lash her tongue against it each time he pushed in. He was staring down at her, as was Kellis—so it was Thorn at her pussy—and their faces twisted with lust at the sight. Orion’s twisted more so and he went rigid on the down stroke. Spurts of cum heated the valley between her mounds, and he groaned loudly.

  Big hand gripping the chain, he tugged hard once, and she felt her pussy gush, the finger at her entrance dipping inside on the deluge. She clamped on it, but it eluded her and she wanted to scream in frustration. All this sexual business with the twins was leaving her feeling highly aroused and unsatisfied. What had she been missing all this time?

  “My sweet Adara.” Orion kissed her forehead and released the chain. He sat back and surveyed the way he marked her with satisfaction written all over him. Kellis unclipped the chain and wiped her skin as Orion dismounted. His cock glistened, at half mast above his sac. He took her hand and Kellis took the other as Thorn stepped between her legs.

  His erection, longer and as wide as his brothers’, looked angry to her relatively inexperienced eye. The flanged head was redder, and the heavily veined shaft appeared to swell. She knew where it was going and knew it would fit, at least on an intellectual level, but a frisson of fear etched her belly. Thorn looked into her, staring past
any pathetic shields she thought to throw up between them, his hand casually pumping that monster between his legs. Lube gleamed against the dark skin. Words weren’t necessary.

  The twins steadied her as he notched it against her gate, the chair a perfect height for him if he bent his knees. The flared crown stretched the circle of flesh guarding her entrance and pushed inside with excruciating slowness as she sucked in air. She felt herself stretch to accommodate him as his hands gripped beneath her knees and tilted her up. He surged in and straightened, impaling her to the hilt, his balls slapping against the curve of her buttocks. Her bottom half was lifted from the chair, and she was left resting on her shoulders. She shuddered as the walls of her channel stretched and adjusted to his girth, feeling his incredible hardness.

  Thorn waited patiently, looming above her, his features strained, the skin over his cheekbones taut. His position enabled him to press deeper from that angle, and he suddenly took advantage, unleashing a storm of thrusts that stole her breath. This was possession, pure and simple.

  Powerless to meet his driving jabs, she could only take what he gave her as he continued to stare into her soul. She refused to lower her eyes, even as he worked that spot high inside her sheath, the one he’d used before to bring her off. His pelvis couldn’t grind against her clit in this position and she fought to stave off a vaginal orgasm, wanting him to lose control before she did. His efforts faltered ever so slightly as she used her muscles to clamp and caress him, lifting her pelvic floor, striving to make her actions unpredictable as she struggled for supremacy.

  But there were three of them and only one of her, and two sneaky hands crept up and freed her clamped buds. Coupled with Thorn’s renewed effort to work her G-spot, Adara was undone, blood rushing to fill her nipples, an erotic pain, the orgasm blindsiding her, wrenching a scream from her throat. She clenched hard and shook wildly from the release, Thorn’s shudder and low moan signifying his own as he emptied himself into her. His seed scalded her as Adara felt him slip free, the mingling of their respective climaxes anointing her thighs and flowing over her buttocks.

  Snatching her up, either oblivious or ignoring how messy she was, he carried her back to the bed. He went down with her, twisting to land beside her and yank her close. His face was impassive, and she couldn’t read anything from him, but his actions spoke loudly. She vaguely considered that he hadn’t won fairly then dismissed the competitive aspect. It was only sex, and freaking amazing sex at that. Never mind those meaningful looks and all. She intuitively knew her heart was at risk and scrambled to protect it by not examining anything further than the physicality. Once again exhausted, she welcomed sleep. Her last thought was that if this was all she did during her stay, she’d become a total hedonist.

  ****

  Thorn cradled his beloved as she slept the sleep of the well used. Penetrating her body, coupled with falling into her eyes, fulfilled him as never before. Oh, he knew she fought his supremacy even then, and might have succeeded if not for his brothers’ aid—but it just underlined how she needed the three of them to finally surrender. Adara couldn’t fully come into her own until she gave over and trusted them with her total pleasure and her heart. He knew she was counting the days to the expiration of the contract, and it was up to them to distract her from that particular task. He cursed the need to keep the prophecy from her, but it was written and thus simply—was.

  Recognizing Adara’s intelligence didn’t make things easier—she was going to try to puzzle things out if they didn’t keep her occupied. They had a farm to run, however, and he’d expected a sweet, meek woman who would have acquiesced almost immediately so hadn’t planned for a lengthy seduction. Not that he wouldn’t wish for that now. Adara was everything to him—and to the twins.

  “We think one of us should stay with her at all times, Thorn.” Kellis finished cleaning the chair while Orion carefully sterilized the nipple clamps. They took good care of their equipment, particularly now that Adara was theirs.

  He agreed and sorted through the demands of the upcoming weeks. “You two arrange it between the two of you about tomorrow—but no more cryptic remarks, nothing to pique Adara’s interest!”

  Orion’s face tightened, but he dipped his head in agreement, as did Kellis.

  “I’ll bathe Adara while you put together our meal.” Making meals and keeping the house relatively clean was wearing, and worse—it took time away from her. He’d contacted Cenna and thankfully the old woman had agreed to come immediately. She was one of the few well aware of the prophecy and comfortable with their preferred lifestyle. Adara would likely protest being unclothed around her, but she would be given no choice. It was their way, and she’d simply have to come to accept it.

  Cenna was intensely maternal, and Thorn hoped Adara would connect with the other woman. But then he’d hoped Ronnie might have been a friend of sorts to their intended, maybe even have mentored her. It again occurred to Thorn that he’d made some miscalculations along the way, but he could only go forward and learn from his mistakes.

  Regretfully, he woke Adara with strokes over her back and buttocks. She came awake like a young grimalkin, stretching her full body luxuriously, until she met his eyes. She then stiffened and made to move away. He prevented her retreat by tightening his arms and held her steady until she grudgingly relaxed, bottom lip flexing into a pout that she immediately corrected. Ah, progress.

  “I’ll bathe you, agapi mou, and feed you. Perhaps you’d like to tour the rest of your home after we eat.”

  A cautious nod accompanied by a flare of interest in her remarkable eyes pleased him and he bore her to the bath. She would need a soak after his fucking—she’d had to stretch considerably to accommodate him, and his cock lifted in remembrance.

  Chapter Nine

  “I can’t go for breakfast like this if there’s someone else in the house.” Adara wanted to stamp her foot, and it was all she could do to keep her voice down and make her tone reasonable. Besides, the much larger plug inside her was uncomfortably large, and she shifted minutely to better accommodate it—at least he’d fingered her to climax during the insertion.

  Orion stroked her cheek and lifted her hair from her shoulders to spill it down her back. She shivered at his touch despite herself. They were always touching her—drifting, slight contact, mostly affectionate, but she felt the need behind them and knew it was mirrored in herself. It was as if they’d tapped into a hither-unknown part of her sexuality, and she craved more and more.

  Two days had passed since Thorn had sex with her. He’d bathed her sweetly and fed her as promised, then left her to sleep with the twins. She supposed it was because four in a bed was awkward, but when she’d expressed her opinion neither of the twins would look at her. Strange. They were on some sort of rotation, yet Thorn had slept with her the first two nights…there were several little mysteries that made her head ache, but she didn’t have much time to think on it. If they weren’t talking about the planet and their farm, about all of their businesses, they were being sexual with her. Kellis and Orion had both had sex with her outside of the playroom, albeit with less intensity if similar skill to Thorn. It tended to cloud her brain.

  The tour of the big house had been enlightening—they all had a bedroom decorated in definitely masculine colors, so the one she slept in was clearly for their women. She resolutely didn’t think about Ronnie or any women who’d gone before her. Each bedroom and a guestroom had its own bath, and there was another bath right off the great room. The dining room and kitchen she had seen, but the sun room—that was a misnomer, considering the dearth of windows—was built off the kitchen and opened up into a greenhouse. Adara decided that she would spend as much time as she could there. The scent of herbs and vegetables, as well as a few flowers she had yet to identify, reminded her of home, the humidity offsetting the harsh climate outside the walls.

  Kellis promised her a tour of the staff quarters in the near future, apparently in a sprawling unit just visible a
cross the yard. Beside that were tall structures housing various machinery and the crafts they used to travel. Their home wasn’t based in the pockets of vegetation Virile boasted, something she hadn’t understood until they explained they didn’t choose to use arable land for anything other than their crop.

  “Please don’t make me,” she pleaded, hating the idea of yet another woman seeing her naked, and Orion’s blue eyes darkened with indecision. She waited for him to think it through, already knowing that with Orion she might make a show of resistance and implore him—and he’d consider it. He continued to respect her need for privacy in the bathroom, even if he’d shoved another damn plug in her bottom.

  Cenna had apparently arrived late last night, amidst a flurry of excitement that woke Adara, not that she was allowed to get up and meet the woman—then. All three brothers clearly held considerable affection for their former caregiver, their nanny it turned out. Their parents had died a long time ago, something Kellis alluded to, although hadn’t provided any details. She supposed it was because of his grief and hadn’t wanted to pry. Regardless of how pleased the men were about Cenna’s arrival, Adara wasn’t going for breakfast in her birthday suit.

  “Thorn has decreed that you eschew clothing in the house, my sweet,” he began. “I can understand your ambivalence, but assure you—”

  “Please, Orion.”

  “Cenna has prepared breakfast.” Thorn stalked into the room. He didn’t look pleased, chiseled lips set in a straight line, dark eyes narrowed. “She travelled some distance and has to be tired, yet she made the meal.”

  Well, crap. Now she’d been rude to an elderly lady because she was tardy. Orion forestalled her attempt to speak.

  “Adara is uncomfortable with her nudity around a stranger.”

  “Cenna is hardly a stranger, Orion.”