«What's the matter, Brioche? You want to go out?» asks Obelix.
She yelps louder and the two young men look at each other, not understanding what she wants. Maybe it was the time to call ‘Bangkok’ and stop the game to see what she meant to say with that. Silk crawls back to them, going on the big rug and standing still with her legs open wide as if she were concentrating.
Asterix gets up at once.
«I think she needs to pee!» He spanks her butt. «No! Bad girl!, Bad girl!»
She runs to hide behind a sofa, crying.
«You are a dickhead.» says Obelix slapping Asterix's head while passing by his side.
He goes to crouch down near the sofa and begins to call Silk with a soft voice, tapping his thighs; but she looks scared and doesn't seem she wants to move from her spot.
«Great, you scared her! Are you happy now, idiot?!» growls Obelix against his friend.
«If we won't train her properly she will pee all over the house! Is that what you want?» shouts Asterix.
«She is a lovely and well trained bitch! She told us she wanted to go out and we didn't understand, so it's our fault!» replies Obelix.
«If she rasped the bathroom door we could understand her intentions!» tries to object Asterix.
«Yeah, sure, because dogs pee in the bathroom, right?»
Asterix opens his arms in disbelief while Obelix tries to get Silk closer. The girl goes hesitantly to him with her head low, as she was afraid of his hand. Obelix lets out a sound of tenderness with his throat, speaking gently, telling her she is a good girl, making her wag the tail again. She rests her head on Obelix's thighs looking at him and enjoying the gentle strokes of his hands.
Asterix come close too and she hides her face under Obelix's arm. Asterix clenches his jaw and caresses her back, her thighs, her head. She looks at him and moves to get closer to him, placing her head on his thighs. The two young men say a loud “aww” simultaneously then they get up ordering her to follow them. They head to the bathroom, which is a large Gothic-like room: the floor is made of shiny black marble, the walls lights seem made of stone and are shaped like dragon-like figures, the two Gothic big windows have colored mosaic glasses; the bathtub is a black antique clawfoot bathtub, the chandeliers are made of purple glass, the two sinks are places behind some columns and are carved inside a block of stone; there are also paintings and mirrors in golden Baroque frames. But the most beautiful part of the room is the shower cabin: an amazing huge glass cabin where a whole family of five can comfortably take a shower. Up in the ceiling's shower there are hundreds of little holes from where the water falls down like rain; or if one prefers there are two shower heads to the wall side. Also there are two small gargoyles on both sides which pour water from their mouths.
«Come here, Brioche.» says Asterix opening the glass door of the shower.
Silk enters and begins to sniff all around.
«Come on then, baby, pee.» spurs her Asterix.
He and Asterix stay outside the shower, leaning to the side of the glass door. She crawls in the center — right on the drain — turns her back to them, spreads better her legs, lowers her head and concentrates. In those waiting moments all three feel unusually excited. Finally some drops comes out and when the two young men gently encourage her to “do it all” she releases a stream of clear urine.
«Good girl.» praises her Obelix touching his crotch.
She finishes and wags her tail, looking at them and barking two times. The two exchange one of their glances, nodding simultaneously. It almost seem they can read each other's mind. They undress slowly and enter the shower themselves, then open the rain function and in few seconds it really seems it's raining warm water.
«Are you happy, Brioche? Yes? Yes you are! He he, look how happy she is taking a shower with her owners!» says Asterix.
She moves happily all around, trying to bite the rain that comes down, causing an amused laughter to the men. Then they both grab a sponge, wet it well under the water, pour a fine blue iris shower gel and crouch down to wash her. She wags the tail and shakes her head too, enjoying those strokes.
The young men rub gently her skin talking to her as she were really a dog. They pass the foamy sponge on her back, on her arms, on her stomach, on her legs, on her bottom, lingering on those beautiful cheeks. They put back the sponges and let the rainy water to rinse away the foam from her body. They tell her how much they are proud of her and she rubs her head against their legs to thank them. The two men begin to wash themselves like they do every morning, as if that was a ordinary shower time.
Silk, in the meantime, stares between Asterix's legs and starts to growl.
«What's the matter, Brioche?» asks Asterix noticing her strange gaze.
The girl goes near him, stands on her knees placing her hands on his thighs and takes his member between her teeth holding it tight but not in a hurtful way. Asterix flattens his back against the wall and widens his eyes, visibly frightened. Obelix burst out laughing hard. He laughs breathless seeing his friend scared that way. He laughs bending on his knees.
«Let it go, Brioche!» orders Asterix with trembling voice.
Silk growls louder not disposed to let it go.
«Down! Get down, Brioche! No! Bad girl, bad girl! Let it go!» continues Asterix trying to free his member from her grip.
Obelix slides down laughing like a child, holding his stomach.
Asterix looks at him and frowns heavily.
«Help me, you fucking idiot!» shouts at Obelix, but the desperation of his voice has the only effect to make the friend laugh harder.
Silk shakes her head side to side, growling playfully while Asterix tries to frees it in any way. Finally Obelix manages to controls his laughter and gets up going to help his friend.
«Hey, Brioche, did you find a soft bone, huh? Pull it harder, girl!» encourages her Obelix joking.
Asterix punches him on the shoulder. Obelix laughs at him then grabs his own member by its root and moves it to attract Silk's attention.
«Here, girl, take this one. Oh yeah, that's much better than that one. Look, Brioche, it's bigger and tastier.» tells her Obelix with husky voice.
«It's not bigger.» complains Asterix.
Silk looks Obelix's member and let Asterix's go. Crawls to the other man and takes his between her teeth, but this time she doesn't pretend to bite, this time she sucks it.
Obelix spurs her to play more with it and when she sucks him harder, he breathes in air through his teeth bending his knees to offer better his hardness to her divine mouth.
Asterix crouches down beside her touching her warm meat clam.
«Mmmm, the bitch is deliciously hot.»
Obelix looks at her stroking her head while she sucks him staring at him.
«Are you in already in heat, Brioche? Do you want us to mount you, babe?»
She looks at Obelix and nods barking twice with her mouth full of his masculinity. Asterix penetrates her gently with a finger making her gasp. He puts another finger moving them slowly but deeply in that warm flesh. When she becomes softer, Asterix moves faster making her rubber tail shake. Silk cannot hide her profound pleasure and moans loudly.
«Mmmm, look here.» says Asterix showing Obelix his glossy fingers because of the girl's juice.
Obelix bites his lower lip and leaves Silk to go near his friend. He crouches down and spreads her buttocks with his big hands looking eagerly at her orifices. Both the men emit a groan of admiration for that beautiful exposed femininity. Then Obelix touches her flushed and slippery labia with two fingers, penetrating her rhythmically. Silk lowers her head, letting out sounds of deep pleasure and wetting herself so much to drip on the floor, but with all that rainy water one cannot even notice.
Nevertheless the two young men notice it and approve with a smile: they love when Silk drips in that way her warm juice.
«Yeah», says Obelix, «she is incredibly slick, we need to mount her right now.»
He lets his fingers slip out and spanks her.
«Am I right, baby? You want to be mounted? Our bitch needs to be filled up? Oh yes, good girl, wagging her tail in approval!»
Obelix's voice is strained by the pleasure but still very firm and sensual.
Silk spreads better her legs and bends down placing her lovely face on the wet floor, extending her arms and offering her rear, in a silent request to be taken by them. Obelix caresses her back placing a hand on her bottom and saying:
«Now stay still, Brioche, be a good girl, ok? Asterix is going to mount you as hard as you need, babe.»
Asterix grabs her buttocks and penetrates her harshly — as his usual — moving fast inside her. Silk holds her breath for the first thrusts, then she moans in that sensual way that the two men find extremely exciting. She closes her eyes, enjoying those mercilessly pushes, just like she likes. And her playmates know it well. Her body starts at every thrust and this can only make her more aroused. Obelix strokes her hair while with his other hand touches her clitoris, making her almost cry of pleasure. Soon the atmosphere becomes extremely erotic. Asterix pushes roughly in her while Obelix goes in front of her to offer his member, that she happily begin to suck greedily.
The two men exchange one of their glances, both thinking the same thing: that girl is a dream.
The moans and groans of the three friends fill that beautiful Gothic room, creating sultry echoes in all the house.
Few hours later they are all sitting on the living room's rug watching a horror movie. Asterix and Obelix are wearing colorful pajamas depicting the fictional characters of which they bear the names, their secret names that is. Silk is wearing one of Asterix's pajamas. It's a big large, but on the other hand one of Obelix's would have been even larger. They are relaxed now. After their role play session they have cooked and ate and took a real shower this time. Now they are laughing and commenting the stupid actions of the protagonists of the movie, yelling at them when they do something incredibly stupid — just like in many horror movie happens — keeping eating snacks and drinking beer.
Silk is seated between the two friends. She lays her head on Asterix's shoulder and closes her eyes. The two men look at each other.
«Corinne, do you want to go to sleep, honey?» asks Obelix, calling her by her real name.
She wakes and smiles sweetly.
«Yes, please. I'm sorry, is not that I don't like to stay with you, I do like your company, but I feel really tired.»
Obelix laughs softly touching her face.
«After a evening of intense ‘playing’ like ours it's more than understandable, honey.»
«You'll sleep with me, is that ok for you, Corinne?» asks Asterix.
She nods. They all get up and head to the bedrooms. Asterix opens his door and Silk turns to look at Obelix.
«Well, good night then, Vincent.» she says.
«Sweet dreams, Corinne.» says Obelix.
She goes straight to lie on the bed and Asterix close partially the door, raises his eyebrows two times with a big smile on his face. Obelix smiles and shakes his head.
«Good night, bastard.»
«Oh, mine it will be for sure!» replies Asterix laughing and shutting the door.
Obelix stays still for few minutes, listening them laughing and playing on the bed. He lays an arm on the wall and takes a deep breath, but instead of going to sleep he goes to the bathroom. Once there he throws up silently in the sink. He throws up the snacks. He throws up the beer. He throws up the frustration of not having the girl he desires. He throws up the pain of being able just to dream of her while she is in the arms of another man. It's true that the other man is his friend, his brother-friend, but he is still another man anyway. He looks at himself in the mirror.
«She is not yours, Vincent. Accept it. Accept this reality, accept to lose, before you lose your inner peace.»
He controls his breathing and goes in his bedroom.
Jules César is sleeping curled up at his place: near Obelix's pillow.
The young man slips under the black silk sheets of his king sized bed and sighs: it never seemed so big and empty.
Jules César goes near him purring loudly, maybe he felt the sadness of his human friend and wants to soothe him. Obelix hugs the warm cat and falls asleep, feeling better.
In the middle of the night, Obelix wakes up because he feels a presence in his room. He opens his eyes and startles when he sees the silhouette of someone near the bed, but the fear becomes astonishment when he realizes that is Silk.
The girl looks shyly at him holding her hands to the edge of the pajamas.
«I—I'm sorry, Vincent, I didn't want to wake you up.»
The boy turns the light on and frowns.
«Corinne, what are you doing here?»
«I cannot sleep in the same bed with Jean: he keeps moving all the time, he almost kicked me out of bed three times. I went to sleep in the living room, but none of those couches are comfortable to sleep on. I mean, they are beautiful, stylish and all, but—»
«Yeah, I know, they are uncomfortable like hell.»
«Exactly. So I peeked in your bedroom and I've seen that white sofa so inviting and I came in. But, again, I found it extremely uncomfortable, and that's when I noticed your bedside rug», she says pointing at the black fluffy rug, «so I though it would have been soft and warm and I was about to lie on it.» She sits on it and smiles at him. «There. Now you can switch the light off. Oh, one last thing: may I have a pillow, please?»
Obelix clenches his jaw.
«Hell no!» he says, almost scaring her.
The young man sits up and grabs her wrist.
«Come here.» he murmurs pulling her up and making her sit on his hard tight. He takes her chin in his hand and looks straight in those sweet eyes. «Are you serious, Corinne? I've seen you screaming of pleasure, I've seen you taken roughly, I've fucked you in every hole, you peed in front of me and now you feel embarrassed of asking me to sleep in the same bed with me?!»
She glances down and he tightens his grip.
«No, look at me. And answer me, please.»
«I'm sorry—», she whispers.
«No, I didn't ask you to apologize, I want to understand what you got in the little head of yours! Do you really think I would let you sleep on my bedside rug?! Are you crazy? I would sleep on that bloody rug if you don't trust me enough to sleep by my side.»
«I do want to sleep by your side, but Jean told me that you hate sleeping with other people.»
«Corinne, you are not “other people”, honey.»
His husky voice makes her shiver. She places her head on his shoulder, stretches an arm to caress his unshaven face.
«You are always so kind with me—», she says in a whisper, «I want to tell you something, Vincent. When I heard that you both accepted to play with me in this new fantasy, I felt a deep sense of embarrassment to do it before you; because I know you and I was sure that you would have laughed at this bizarre fantasy of mine. I was tempted to ask a rendezvous just with Jean, then I decided I wanted to do it with you as well. And I did right. You have been great today. Thank you.»
Obelix smiles at her and places his forehead on hers.
«Me? It's you the one able to turn a weird fantasy into an incredibly sexy rendezvous. When I saw you naked on four legs— Mmmm... what a celestial view!»
They laugh and then he moves aside the sheets patting the palm on the mattress. Jules César complains with a annoyed “meow” and goes to sleep on the white sofa. They both lie down keeping staring at each other. Obelix touches his chest and she understands what he wants: she goes to lay her head on him. Both close their eyes and take a deep breath.
«Good night, Vincent.»
He kisses her head and holds her tight in her strong arms.
Oh yes, now it would have been for sure.
The next morning Obelix wakes up alone in the bed. He gets up and goes to the kitchen where Asterix is busy washing the dishes.
Sitting on the breakfast table there is a stranger in his underwear sipping calmly his warm milk, with Jules César comfortably seated on his left shoulder. It's a Black young man with messy curly hair. Obelix greets him with a nod of the head.
«Corinne?» asks then to his friend.
Asterix turns his head to look at him and Obelix understand he is mad.
«Why you ask me?! You should know better than me where she is!» shouts Asterix.
«She is gone.» says the guy at the table.
«So, did you sleep well last night, bastard?» asks Asterix.
«Jean, please—»
«Answer me!»
Obelix looks at the boy sitting at the table and he mocks a funny reproaching.
«Corinne came to me because you almost kicked her out of bed three times.» explains Obelix.
«Why you didn't come to sleep in my bed then? Why you didn't let her sleep in your bed alone?»
Obelix clenches his jaw but doesn't answer. Asterix takes a deep breath then throws a mug in the sink, breaking it.
The boy at the table petrifies and Obelix flares his nostrils.
«That was my favorite mug!»
«That was the girl I'm in love with!» replies Asterix hitting the edge of the marble sink with his fists. «Please, tell me you did have sex! Please, tell me you did have sex! Please, tell me you did have sex!»
The boy at the table looks at Obelix, waiting to hear what he has to say.
«I'm sorry, Jean, we didn't have sex, we just slept.»
Asterix covers his eyes with the hands, trying to control the pain he feels deep inside.
«No— Why? Why, bastard?! Why?!»
«Jean, listen—»
«If you had sex it would have been all much understandable and easier to me! I can understand and forgive a futile fuck! I can conceive the expression of a primordial instinct which cannot be contained! But I cannot conceive the tenderness between you two! It's me the one in love with her, Vincent!» yells Asterix.
«No, you are not the only one, okay?!» shouts Obelix.
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