Dominance Fury

by Dominance Fury (lit)

  Oh god this humiliating. She dropped the leaf and intended to make hasty work of gathering up her panties. Belatedly she started to worry about breaking out with some horrid rash from using a plant to swab her nether region. She could already feel her pussy starting to heat. In fact, not only was it heating, it was also tingling … rather pleasantly.

  "What the hedon's pastime did you give me?" Sydney asked him as she stood, but he only stared back at her, watched her … hungrily, she thought. Hum … such sexy, eyes he has ….

  Slowly her eyes drifted shut, the fires of lust beginning a slow sensual burn inside of her, but when the man behind her palmed her ass, Sydney jolted in surprise. She let out a little squeak but was too shocked to move, hoping these two didn't have some kind of pee-pee fetish. She was even more surprised when he tugged up her underpants to cover her up instead.

  Oh this is really, really freaky.

  She squeaked again when he slipped an arm around her torso and picked her up, setting her on her feet. When he released her, Sydney spun. The sudden motion caused needle-point shards of pain to shoot through her ears.

  "Oh," Sydney whimpered as the ground tilted beneath her.

  For some gawd- awful, unexplainable reason her upper limbs forgot their protective function, remaining firmly plastered to her side … useless appendages! She was going down … face first. Oh, this is so going to hurt.

  Arms caught her, Phew! And he gently steadied her against his body, her cheek resting against his warm, smooth chest, and Sydney thought she could rest there forever, inhaling his scent, drinking him in. Ah ….

  "Hr, hmr mr abhr shn," his voice vibrated, and Sydney's eyes lifted, seeking the pleasing sound that made her forget she was supposed to be leery of him. Dense blue eyes met her gaze, his expression tight with concern. He cupped her cheek with his hand. "Hr, hmr mr abhr shn."

  Sydney didn't reply. All she wanted at the moment was to hear that sexy sound hum sweet nothings in her ear, which actually wouldn't be such a feat since barely nothing was what she was hearing.

  Agonizing pain speared her again.

  "Oh just kill me now!" Sydney cried, her face contorting with the agonizing pain spearing her ears. "Chop off my head or something. Just make it stop!" A tear trickled from the corner of her eye.

  The one who had been in front of her that was now behind her stepped closer. Pressing his palms to her shoulders the heat from his touch draping her skin, seeping into her, he whispered something in her ear as he caressed her neck.

  "I can't hear," she whimpered, her voice sounding quite disheartened.

  The one in front shook his head. She watched him raise his right arm while steadying her with a single-armed grip. The one behind her moved his hand, slipping it sensually along the curve of her back stopping to give her firm support on her right hip. He raised his left arm. Their fingertips and thumb met creating a triangular form. Instantly the pain and dizziness faded and her head did another kind of spinning. Sydney felt drugged, but she didn't fall completely under. Instead memories again surfaced, memories of old, of innocent days when she heard the voices of faces unnamed, of times of anticipation as she waited for them to come and play, and the aches of craving them when they went away. It couldn't be … could it?

  Her mouth fell open. "Calem?"

  Her eyelids drooped and she forced them open, clinging to that magnetic, blue-eyed gaze and winsome face. His smile was beguiling--full, sensual lips that had Sydney longing to be devoured by them. Lips she knew would taste heavenly delicious if she ever got close enough to … oh-h-h yah … She was close enough. He kissed her. Without giving it any consideration, Sydney parted her lips, ready to savor his flavor. His tongue slid into her mouth, and she met it with her own. He tasted as good as he smelled, an instant aphrodisiac, an analgesic to the last smidgeon of pain she felt, and Sydney wanted more. Her body shuddered when he took her hand, enfolding it within his own. Like a favored blanket his gentle grip gave her comfort, oddly, made her feel safe. Safety took on a new meaning when he drew her hand between his thighs, and she allowed him to do it. She felt the heat from his loins first, bathing her palm, and then … something warm and soft. Involuntarily her fingers closed around it, and she felt two, rounded nuggets.

  His balls?

  If widened eyes were a universal gesture he surely must've read them because the gleam she saw appearing there at her reaction was primal, as if he was devouring her innocence. He groaned his approval.

  Heat flushed her cheeks, and Sydney broke the kiss. Yet oddly, she didn't want to pull her hand away from his groin--yah right, Sydney knew precisely why she didn't want to pull her hand away. She'd masturbated for years thinking about being able to do this very thing. Touch him … touch them in a sexual way.

  "Calem?" Sydney breathed out, repeating her question.

  He nodded, and with his confirmation, her heart skipped a beat. That could only mean one thing, that other ….

  "Hr, hmr mr abhr shn." The one who held her from behind murmured indecipherable sounds, his voice an engaging hum that bathed her, soothed her, captured her with just as much ease as did Calem's gaze. She turned her head to look at him, her other--dare she even believe it, her other playmate. "Arjim?"

  Oh what gloriously handsome men they'd grown into.

  He nuzzled his face to the side of her neck, the warmth of his breath wiping against her skin, the scent of him--there it was again--fresh rain and Calem…geraniums and Arjim, the now entangling fragrances boggling her sensibilities. Her mind alerted to only one thing, the provocative smell of their mingled scents and the seductive allure of their body heat. Well, okay that was two things, but nonetheless they were causing her sexually deprived, aching anatomy to quake with unbidden need.

  "Psh sh mpf?" He asked her a question.

  At least it seemed phrased as a question. Sydney furled her brow and shook her head. She couldn't decipher what he asked. That reminder brought her attention back to her ears and consequently to refocus on the pain she was feeling. Tugging at her lobe, she grimaced, hoping he would understand the nature of her injury, and apparently he did. They broke the link their fingertips kept and rising rapidly to a full state of consciousness, the pain slammed her.

  "Oh Jesus!" Sydney gritted her teeth.

  With a yelp, Calem jerked. Arjim laughed. Oops! Apparently she had a death grip on his gonads. Sydney yanked her hand back. Oh my god I'm such a spaz!

  She offered an apologetic look while clamping her hands over her exploding ears, trying to focus on something other than the pain, something more pleasant. She focused on Calem's marvelously chiseled chest. It was then Sydney realized he wasn't completely naked. He was wearing a baldric of some sort, the end of one of those curved weapons sticking up from in back. How had she not noticed this before? Duh … getting caught peeing, two naked sexy men and two cocks jutting hard in front of her … that pretty much said it all.

  Calem reached into a sack attached to the strap that circled his waist. He pulled out what looked like a syringe. What he was about to do didn't register with Sydney immediately. If she'd had any sensibility, she would've seen it coming but ah, alas Sydney really had no clue at all. Before she could react, he took the syringe-like device and crammed it into the orifice at the side of her head, and much to her dismay, a hiss painfully filled her skull along with what felt like a blast.

  "Holy shit, that hurts!" Sydney shrieked. "You asshole!"

  Talk about a mood killer! Hot something--she couldn't quite tell if it was liquid, goo or air shot into her ear canal. Was it electricity? She tried to reach for the contraption but from behind, Arjim grabbed her arms and restrained her. Much to her horror Calem moved the thing to her other ear and repeated the process, drawing another shriek from Sydney. It felt like the insides of her ears were rapidly swelling, the pressure so intense she thought they would burst. Impossible! They were already busted. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, and what the hell was that leaf you gave me to wipe with!"


  How odd to be horny and in pain at the same time!

  She squirmed and Arjim tightened his grip. There was nothing she could do but grit her teeth and ride it out. The ride was short-lived. Within seconds, like a quick shot in the arm, the pain vanished, giving way to an annoying itch, which dissipated swiftly. Arjim released her, and Sydney jerked her arms away as if it was she who was breaking through the restraint. She whimpered a sigh and rubbed her ears, and then swiped the tears that flowed freely from her eyes.

  "Is that better, Tina?"

  "What?" Sydney lifted her head, drawn to the lulling sound of Calem's voice. She was suddenly feeling light, as if being released from a great burden.

  "The aurifuser doesn't seem to have worked, brethren," Arjim expressed his concern. "She is still unable to hear."

  They were speaking the secret language they'd taught her when they were children, and Sydney could understand every word. Amazing! She could also hear as sharp as a nail. Or was that clear as a bell?

  Arjim cupped her chin and tipped her head back to look at her face. "Can you hear?"

  Oh yum, he was sumptuous looking, his face, his nose, his eyes, equally as enticing as Calem's … sigh ….

  "Woman?" Calem said. "Do you hear us?"

  "Huh?" A lopsided grin appeared on Sydney's face as she tipped her head toward Calem. She licked her lips, her eyes dropping to his mouth, his very tempting mouth. She'd remembered his youthful kisses, innocent, little pecks mostly on her cheeks, boyish playfulness, but despite their ages, lovingly nonetheless. Arjim and Calem, both were affectionate and loving, even as boys. When they weren't fighting that is, which seemed to occur more than the affection did.

  "I administered it as instructed?" Calem frowned as he stared at the med tube in his hand.

  "You used it incorrectly. I should've handled the med."

  "I'm not an imbecile, you imbecile," Calem retorted. "I can follow a simple direction."

  "Oh for the love of Pete!" Sydney interjected, speaking English. "I can't believe the two of you are still fighting."

  "What is Pete?" Calem asked, also in English. "And why should we love it?"

  Sydney straightened and stepped out from between them. They both stared at her, and she stared blankly back.

  "Wha…?" Sydney blinked. Who in history was Pete, and why should they love him? The thought was derailed with her next inhale. Their now fully blended scents charged the air and sexually assaulted every nerve in her body and then …

  … As instructed?

  Recall broke the spell. "Now wait just one cotton-picking minute!" Sydney began to protest.

  "What is a cotton-picking minute?" Arjim asked her.

  "Uh …."

  "Perhaps it is something Pete loves?" Calem suggested.

  "Well at least our Tina can now hear."

  "You're damn straight I can hear, and stop distracting me!"

  "What is a damn …."

  "Knock it off, Calem!" Sydney demanded. After all of these years they were both still a couple of goof-balls! "And you knock it off, too, Arjim!"

  "Knock what off of where, lovely?" Arjim gave a look of confusion. "I'm not wearing much to be knocked off." He glanced at Calem. "And neither is he. Unless you refer to our weapons."

  "Or our naagis," Calem added, referring to their man-nuts.

  "Grr!" Sydney vocalized her frustration. Weapons … it was the weapons between their thighs that seemed more deadly than the ones at their backs … and that fucking leaf!

  Calem frowned. "You seem a bit irritable, lovely Sydney." His eyes remained fixed to hers as he directed his question to Arjim. "Does she not seem a bit irritated?"

  "I'll show you irritated." Sydney shook a fist at him, the juvenile gesture reminding her of days gone by, of times when she was constantly getting on them for their smart-ass behaviors.

  "Perhaps you should explain, She'ami," Arjim suggested in calm whisper. He lifted a hand and palmed her breast, the soft compression causing her breathing to quicken and her heart to race. Her body responded with a spontaneous wave of sensual warmth, so natural and unrestrained it was as if it was accustomed to reacting to him in such a way.

  "What?" Sydney blinked again.

  Calem grinned and she was suddenly aware that his hand was grazing along her thigh, gliding closer--closer to her ….

  "Oh my…!" Sydney jolted as his fingertips reached the crotch of her panties to skim across her scantily covered clit. A dream was one thing but these two were flesh and blood real! Just to be sure, however, Sydney reached up pinched the crap out of Arjim's earlobe, digging in her fingernails to see if truly he was real. He yelped and pulled back, staring at her with a look of disbelief that she'd actually hurt him. Calem bellowed a hearty laugh, rubbing his own ear at the same time, catching the sting through his brethren mind-link.

  "Explain, yes." What was it that she was so concerned about right before they'd decided to start fondling her? Oh wait, yah!

  "What kind of leaf was that?"

  "It is called a twittle leaf, the Esotarian leaf," Arjim answered.

  Twittle leaf?" It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out his meaning. "You gave me an aphrodisiac?"

  "It is an ancient ritualistic practice used by to prepare the Tina for the mating."

  "I see," Sydney commented rather coolly. She was feeling a bit perturbed.

  She balled her hands and with a resounding thud pounded them once against Calem's chest. Still clenching her hands into two tight fists, Sydney gritted teeth, her nostril flaring. Where she should've been elated to know the imaginary playmates that plagued her childhood were as real as she had always hoped they'd be, she was instead pissed!

  "Damn you! Damn them to hell!" Sydney cursed. "And what would happen if you weren't around and other males were?"

  "Tina." Calem reached for her, but she slapped his hand away. "It only enhances the Tina's attraction to her mates, not other males."

  "Well isn't that convenient," Sydney growled. She huffed out a breath. "Do you even realize how confused I am already?" How dare they try to add to her already confused mental state by artificially manipulating her libido! "And what makes you think I need any help with that anyway!"

  Sydney began to pace. "It's like adding insult to my injuries!"

  Which actually thanks to them, she now didn't have. Sydney shook her head, trying to clear it of the lusty fog they'd induced. There was something else she was curious about. Think, Sydney, what was it? Oh yah! "You did as instructed. What was that all about?"

  "And what about that aurifusion thing or whatever you called it."

  "What about it?" Calem asked.

  "You said that you used it as instructed. Are either of you a doctor?"

  "Ayn," Calem answered--no. She readily understood the foreign word, and frowned as she looked at Arjim. He shook his head in the negative.

  "Are either of you nurses?" Sydney shifted her gaze between them.

  Again they both shook their heads.

  "Any kind of medical personnel at all?"

  Calem and Arjim exchanged confused looks once more, and then their expressions changed once they were able to interpret her earthly words.

  "No, we are not healthteks either, Tina," Calem answered her in English.

  Sydney went silent. They all went silent. She glared at them incredulously for a moment, and they stared back at her saying nothing.

  "Then what the fuck are you doing messing with my ears!" Sydney balked. She raised her fists again, this time to strike Arjim, but he caught them in the palm of his hands.

  Our mate is a feisty little thing, he transmitted to Calem.

  She always has been, Calem returned silently. "It is why she is well-fitted to us."

  "Let go of me you turd!"

  They responded by moving quickly and sandwiching her between them, but Sydney wiggled free and out from in between them and quickly scrambled further away, putting herself a good distance away from them, or at least out of their arms' rea
ch. "You're not going to do this to me again!"

  "Do what, our love?" Arjim furled his brow.

  "Fuck with me!" Sydney returned. Out of frustration she reached up and clenched a fistful of her own hair in each hand. "Ever since we were little kids that's all you've done is messed with my head, with my life …."

  Calem grinned and stood, as well. "Fuck with you is precisely what we have been aching all of these phases to do to you, woman."

  That comment should've pissed her off further. Really it should've, but now seeing them standing side by side, for the very first time she really began to take in their appearance, and was too stunned at the resemblance between them to be thinking about anything else. They were remarkably identical. She paused, her mouth agape. She snapped it shut but it dropped open again.

  "Sydney?" Arjim stepped toward her but when her eyes grew wider he abruptly halted, fearing they were frightening her.

  She looked from one man to the other and then gasped. Their muscled frames and towering heights making her feel very small--helpless. Stepping back a few paces, Sydney tipped her head upward and scrutinized them more fully. She stared at them, studied them. Arjim's eyes were exactly the same shape, the same creamy blue color as Calem's. Their faces, their jaw lines angled the same way. They both had the same straight, pristine noses, and their softly waved hair was a copper brushed with shades of blonde. Arjim's was cut just to his shoulders and Calem's a bit longer. They stood to nearly the same height, and their muscles…oh so very, very nice, lean, but toned, and…oh my god! Their cocks were both still very, very hard. Sydney's mouth fell open again. Calem's was curved up, Arjim's was curved down.

  "Do you want a taste, Tina?" Arjim rubbed his groin, and before Sydney even had a chance to swipe at her dribble, he stroked the magnificent form.