Mitry and Weni

by Becca Van

  “Do you like that, honey? Or is it too much?” Wen asked in a raspy voice.

  “Good,” she moaned.

  “You are so special.” Wen stroked a finger down her cheek and smiled. “You were made just for us.”

  Krysta blinked back the tears burning her eyes. No one had ever said anything so nice to her in her life. His words shot straight into her heart and soul. She’d never felt anything like this before. It was as if Wen and Mit had crawled under her skin and into her heart when she hadn’t been looking and in such a short amount of time. It was disconcerting but also exciting. She’d never let a single person get so close to her before and wasn’t sure how to handle it. Her heart was so full she hoped it didn’t burst open, and while the “L” word was floating in the forefront of her mind, there was no damn way she was going to say it.

  You aren’t in love with them, Krysta. How can you be when you’ve only known them a couple of days? Things like that aren’t possible. Are they?

  She sighed when Mit ran a hand down her back, bringing her from her introspection. When his hand got to her ass, she held her breath and groaned as he kneaded and squeezed first one cheek and then the other.

  “I love this ass, baby. So fucking sexy. I could watch your ass all day long.” Mit’s breath wafted over the skin of her butt and she tensed up, wondering what the hell he was doing.

  The moment she felt his tongue swirl around her cheek she quivered as another wave of heat, centering in her womb, moved through her blood to encompass her whole body. She flinched when he scraped his fangs over both cheeks, one at a time, but not because it was painful. It was such a carnally erotic thing to do.

  “Relax for me, baby,” Mit ordered.

  She took a deep breath and tried to get her tense muscles to become less taut and just as they managed to, Mit spread her ass cheeks.

  “What…” She didn’t finish her question because she was too shocked at what Mit did next to form any words. Her eyes were open so wide she must have looked ridiculous but she couldn’t seem to help it.

  “What’s he doing to you, honey?” Wen’s hands were on her hips but then he began to caress up and down her sides, getting higher and higher with each pass.

  Krysta shook her head. She was beyond words. Mit had spread her ass cheeks and was now licking her bud. It was dirty but she liked it too much to tell him to stop. Her legs and arms were trembling more than ever and she couldn’t seem to fill her lungs with air.

  “Tell me what Mit’s doing to you, honey.”

  The command in Wen’s voice was too firm to deny and after licking her dry lips she answered. “He’s…licking…me.”

  “Where?” Wen’s voice was husky and she could tell by his tone he knew damn well where Mit’s tongue was.

  “My ass.”

  “Does it feel good, Krysta?”

  She nodded.

  “It’s going to feel amazing when he sinks his hard cock into that pretty little star. Don’t you think so?”

  She nodded again.

  Wen’s hands moved from the sides of her breasts, enveloping them in his fingers and palms, kneading the soft globes. Her nipples pebbled even more, pressing against the center of his hands and throbbing for a firmer touch.

  “Come here, mate.”

  Krysta leaned closer to Wen and he lifted his head as he released one of her breasts from his hold. The tip of his tongue swiped over one peak before he sucked it into his mouth and began suckling on it firmly. Sparks of desire shot down from her breast and centered in her pussy, causing her internal muscles to clench and juices to drip.

  She was being bombarded with sensations and didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. Her anus was pulsing, opening and closing as the nerves lit up at being caressed so carnally.

  Krysta could have cried when Mit’s tongue left her skin but she pulled her lower lip into her mouth to keep herself from begging him to do it again.

  She heard the pop of something being opened and then she gasped when cool, moist fingers rubbed over her back entrance.

  “Take a deep breath for me, baby,” Mit ordered.

  Krysta did as he said without any conscious thought. She moaned and squeezed her eyes tightly closed when she felt one of Mit’s fingers breach her anus.

  “Breathe out,” Mit said.

  Again Krysta did as she was told and was surprised when her clenching ass muscles relaxed. She wanted this, needed to have both her men inside of her, making love to her at the same time more than she needed anything else, ever. So she continued to breathe in and out deeply, keeping her muscles lax as much as possible and trying to circumvent the reflexive impulses that came naturally in such a situation.

  Mit pushed his lubed finger in deeper, sliding it back out to the tip, before pressing it back in. Each pump of his finger into and then out of her backside was faster and deeper until she was consumed with a hunger so deep and profound she was crying.

  Wen released the nipple he’d been suckling on and met her gaze. When he saw the tears on her face, he frowned. He wiped the moisture from her cheeks. “Are you okay, Krysta? Is Mit hurting you?”

  “No,” she moaned and then groaned when Mit added another finger to her rosette.

  “Why are you crying, honey?”

  “Shit!” Mit shifted behind her and leaned over to look at her face. He frowned with concern.

  Krysta shook her head and gasped in another breath. “It’s so good.”

  “You like what I’m doing to you, baby?” Mit slowly eased his fingers deeper into her anus and spread them, stretching her muscles.

  “Yes,” she sobbed. “Never knew…”

  “If you like my fingers in your ass, you’re gonna love having my cock in there.” Mit nibbled on her neck, licking on her skin and scraping his fangs on her flesh.

  The knot of heat which had been in her belly was now warming her whole body, but it was so hot she felt like she was burning alive. She was so hot she didn’t know if she could stand much more of the pleasurable torture. Her body craved her mates, craved to have them both filling her up and taking the deep throbbing inside of her away.

  “Please?”

  “Please what, baby?” Mit continued to pump his fingers in and out of her anus, spreading his fingers to prepare her for his cock. Every now and then she felt his digits glide along Wen’s hard dick through the layers of tissue that separated the ass and cunt.

  “Need…you.”

  Her womb was aching from the continuous stream of cream leaking from her pussy and she had no doubt she was covering Wen in her cum.

  “Hurry the fuck up,” Wen growled.

  Krysta gave a mental nod in agreement. She wanted them both inside of her, right now. When Mit moved away from her back, she sobbed in disappointment and shivered at the lack of heat, but he was only gone for a few seconds before he was back.

  “Are you ready, baby?”

  “Yes. Now!” Krysta didn’t care that she was being demanding. All she cared about was getting Mit’s cock inside of her ass.

  “Take a deep breath, Krysta.”

  She was panting so hard she couldn’t take any more air into her lungs, so she held her breath instead. She groaned when the head of Mit’s cock brushed against her crack and then moaned when the tip began pushing against her anus.

  At first the pressure of the blunt head pushing against her entrance was too much and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to take him. She released her held breath and sucked in another deep breath, sighing with relief when her tense muscles relaxed.

  “That’s it, baby. Nice and easy.”

  Mit’s breath was warm and moist against the side of her neck but when he licked over the mark he’d made when he bitten her, she almost cried out with the erotic pleasure that burned straight into her womb.

  She whimpered when the head of his cock popped through the first ring of muscles but not because she was hurting. She didn’t want him going slow, although later she would probably appreciate
the fact. Krysta wanted him to shove inside her ass so deep she didn’t know where either of them began or ended.

  “So fucking tight,” Mit growled.

  Wen sat up, making them both groan when his cock moved inside of her. He stared deeply into her eyes as he threaded his fingers into her hair at her nape and then he slanted his mouth over hers.

  The kiss they shared was voracious, their tongues twirling and rubbing, their teeth clicking together and their noses brushing against each other’s. She felt as if she was totally out of her control but there was no way she was going to reign in the passionate need firing through her system. Wen broke the kiss, bent his head, and suckled at the other nipple while pinching and plucking on the other peak with his finger and thumb.

  When Mit began to push in deeper, Krysta held her breath but that didn’t help. Her body was wrought with tension and she knew if she didn’t release the tautness in her muscles she could end up hurting. She exhaled slowly and concentrated on inhaling just as slowly and she ended up moaning with pleasure as Mit’s cock sank into her deeper than ever before. The moment his pelvis connected with the cheeks of her ass, she realized he was inside of her all the way.

  “Oh,” she moaned, her body quivering with desire.

  “You…okay?” Mit asked. His words came out in a sort of hiss as if he was speaking from between clenched teeth.

  “Move!” Krysta clenched her internal muscles, making both her mates growl, and then all hell broke loose.

  Mit’s cock glided along her anus walls as he drew his cock back until just the tip was resting inside of her. As he pushed back in, Wen grabbed her hips and drew from her pussy.

  She moaned and tried to move in sync with her mates but Wen’s hold on her hips firmed, not allowing her any control.

  Mit wrapped his arms around her chest, one beneath her breasts and the other over one of her breasts. He plucked at her nipple, pulling it away from her body, but it wasn’t hard enough to cause her any pain. In fact it felt so damn good, her internal muscles clenched and released around the two cocks slowly moving in and out of her anus and pussy.

  “I’m not going to last long,” Wen gasped as he shoved back deep into her cunt.

  “Me neither,” Mit said in a growly voice.

  “Too,” was all Krysta could manage to say.

  “She’s killing me.” Wen moaned as his cock surged back into her cunt. “So wet and hot.”

  “You should feel her ass,” Mit rasped. “Tighter than a fucking fist.”

  “Oh god,” Krysta moaned. She couldn’t believe they were talking about her like this, but what was even more unbelievable was the fact that their dirty talk was ramping up her arousal.

  “She likes the dirty talk,” Wen gasped. “She covered me in her cream.”

  “Good.” Mit’s hold on her tightened as he drove into her star again.

  Krysta was having a hard enough time staying upright. Having their cocks driving in and out of her pussy and ass was so erotically indulgent she couldn't speak anymore. Every time they stroked into her they increased the pace until their bodies were slamming together and her insides felt as if it had curled into one tight huge coil.

  Each time she exhaled she was sobbing. The tension inside was building fast. Her insides felt as if it was molten lava, the liquid heat almost too much to endure.

  One of Wen’s hands moved from her hip, caressing over her belly toward the top of her slit. Krysta cried out when his finger pressed lightly on the sensitive pearl and sent her streaking toward culmination.

  She screamed as her internal muscles clamped down hard on the two cocks sliding in and out of her pussy and ass, only to let go for an instant before clenching down again. Her body quaked and quivered. Her arms and legs trembled as the biggest orgasm she’d ever had held her in its grip.

  Lightning flashed in front of her closed eyes, leaving pinpricks of star-like spots on her retinas. Cream gushed from her cunt covering her inner thighs and no doubt Wen as well. The white lights began to dissipate and in its place blackness came from the outside of her eyesight closing in.

  Just as the contractions in her womb, pussy, and ass began to wane, Wen and Mit licked her mating marks and sank their fangs into her flesh. The roars of completion they made as their cocks jerked and twitched inside of her were muffled against her skin and then all she could hear was herself screaming as she shot back up into another orgasm. This one was more powerful than the last and as her voice faded away, she opened her mouth to drag air into her starving lungs but couldn’t manage to even do that.

  The blackness covered her eyes and although she felt herself falling she could do nothing to stop it. Her breasts smashed into Wen’s chest, causing her to moan as the light hair on his chest brushed against her too sensitive nipples, and while she tried to fight against the invading darkness, she couldn’t hold it back. With a sigh of satiation she gave in and let it consume her as she was drawn down, down, down into the black hole that rose up to meet her.

  Chapter Ten

  “Geezus,” Mit groaned as the last of his seed was milked from his cock by the twitching of Krysta’s ass muscles.

  “That was…” Wen swallowed audibly, obviously at a loss for words.

  Mit knew exactly how his friend felt. His heart had never been so full of joy and warmth and it was all because of the petite, fiery woman sandwiched between them.

  “Is she okay?” Wen asked as he brushed the strands of hair off of Krysta’s sweat-dampened cheek.

  “I think she passed out,” Mit replied.

  “I nearly did, too.” Wen kissed the top of Krysta’s head.

  Mit moaned as he eased his deflating cock from his mate’s ass and flopped down onto the bed beside her and Wen.

  “Yeah.” Mit had wondered for a moment or two if he was going to pass out as well. He’d had plenty of sex in his long life but nothing would ever compare to making love to his mate. He’d never come so hard or so long ever before and there was no way in hell he was going to compare her to any other woman he’d been with. He didn’t want to remember all the shallow encounters he and Wen had experienced before meeting and loving Krysta. He’d feel guilty for doing such a thing, and for once in his life he was glad he couldn’t even remember any of their faces or bodies.

  Krysta was the love of his life and it felt like sacrilege even thinking about anyone else.

  “Can you go and run a bath?” Wen asked.

  Mit nodded, sat up, and shoved to his feet. He was happy to do something, anything that would make his mate more comfortable. If he could, he would give her the moon and stars if she asked for them.

  He entered the bathroom, plugged the tub, and turned the faucets on full bore. He looked forward to helping Wen wash Krysta and while he waited for the bath to fill he hoped that now they were fully mated the connection between the three of them would strengthen. He could feel her in his heart and when he locked onto the tether he followed it back to his mate.

  It was an amazing experience, and he hoped they would have long, happy lives together. The moment he was inside her heart, joy filled him to overflowing. Even though she was asleep he could feel her contentment and happiness. She cared for them deeply and even while she probably wouldn’t say she loved them, Mit knew she did. His smile grew wider until his face started aching and he couldn’t stop the chuckle erupting out of his mouth. Their mate was feisty and stubborn and although he longed to hear her say that she loved him, he realized if he wanted to hear those words on her lips that he and Wen were going to have to say them first.

  His first instinct was to race back into the bedroom, awaken her with kisses, and declare his feelings but he knew she wouldn’t believe him and probably would think he was only saying them after the amazing fantastic sex they had just shared.

  If she’d been a demigod for as long as he had she probably wouldn’t have had any qualms about being with them, but she had been human up until recently and she’d had no one to love her from a young age.


  Mit sighed and tested the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot and adjusted it accordingly. He’d probably be as cynical as Krysta was if he’d lived her life. He and Wen were going to have to show her how much they loved her. After all, the adage about actions being louder than words was appropriate. Words were easy to say but showing what was in one’s heart would prove to their mate what she meant to them.

  He turned when Wen carried Krysta into the bathroom and nodded to let him know the temperature of the water was fine. Wen stepped over the rim and sank into the water, taking their mate with him. She must have been exhausted because she didn’t stir, not even when they washed and dried her before Mit carried her back to the bedroom. He held her against his chest, staring at her beautiful face while his friend stripped the bed and remade it with fresh sheets.

  He gently lowered her into the middle so he and Wen could get in on either side of her. Mit cuddled up to her back, spooning with her while Wen pushed his arm under her head and draped an arm over her waist.

  “We have to keep her safe, Mit.” Wen’s gaze was intense.

  Mit nodded, his jaw clenched with determination. “We will.”

  “I’ve got a horrible feeling in my gut.” Wen’s gaze hazed over with anger.

  “I do, too.”

  “Do you think Apep knows about Krysta?” Wen asked.

  Mit wished he could say no but he would be lying so he nodded his head.

  “Why is it that the demonic seem to be targeting our mates just as we meet them?”

  Mit sighed. “It may seem like that but Krysta’s been fighting those assholes for nearly two years by herself.”

  “I hate to even think about that. How the hell has she survived so long without being possessed or killed?”

  “I don’t know,” Mit replied. “Maybe she has a guardian angel.”

  “You think Ra has been watching over her?”

  “The only person who can answer that question is Ra himself.”

  “I wish,” Wen muttered. “It seems our deity has been keeping his distance. I hate it that he doesn’t come when we need him most.”