Sydney's body caved.
Gripping Calem's shoulders, she slumped against him murmuring salaciously, succumbing to the sexual inferno that burned within her, desperately needing them to take her, to fill her, to quench the lustful desire blazing inside. Calem turned her, and then lowered her to the ground, his mouth still firmly latched to hers, his tongue still probing and tasting, lingering for only a moment longer before moving to kiss her chin, her neck and then returning to suckle her breast, his hand plying and playing with the other one. Arjim growled, anxious to sip on her sweetness. Calem sent a lusty mental growl of his own to his brethren, urging him on, knowing he too would experience her flavor through their linking, though he intended to also taste her on his own. Arjim needed no encouragement. He was already rapt in the activity. Parting her legs he fingered her pussy, teased her inner lips spreading them apart. He lowered his head, and her hips jerked when she felt the touch of his lips on her mound.
"Arjim," Sydney breathed out and then sucked in a gasp of air when Calem began kissing downward, moving over her belly. She clenched at his hair with one hand, Arjim's with the other, and began to pant, eagerly, and with anticipation.
Arjim licked her.
"O-o-h," she squeaked out as torrents of pure excitement pulsed through her loins. Wet with arousal, Sydney writhed against his lapping tongue.
Calem inhaled deeply through his nose, drawing in her fragrance.
"The scent of your arousal is potently enticing," he said and then nudged at Arjim to give him room. He could suppress his thirst for her no longer.
Skimming his lips over her mons he groaned, and then slipped his tongue into the uppermost part of her slit, just at the juncture of her labia, just above her clit. Sydney gasped, unaware of how sensitive, how arousing being teased there could be. Arjim lifted her leg, holding her at the ankle. Bending beneath it he caressed the back of her thigh with his cheek, moving downward until he reached the crease of her bottom. He gently kissed her there, licked over her opening and then gently nipped and kissed the other side.
"You're making me crazy!" Sydney yelped as Calem kissed and licked her juncture, his tongue skimming over her clitoris several times.
They both chuckled at her impatience, grappling with impatience of their own, wanting to taste and savor every part of her after waiting such a torturously long, long time for this moment.
"You try our resolve beautiful woman," Calem rasped out as he rested his head on her belly.
Looking up at her, he smiled affectionately while admiring the flush of heat on her face, the subtle way her lips were parted and how her breasts rose and fell with her excited panting. Reaching upward he massaged one breast and then rolled the nipple between his finger and thumb. Beneath him her pelvis flexed upward, slackened and then jerked upward once more.
"Calem, Arjim…please," she implored, her voice a desperate whisper.
Splaying her legs wider, Sydney presented herself to them, begging, craving, pleading. She was rewarded with the mind-bending onslaught of two tongues licking at her vulva.
"Uyo!" Sydney returned, using the Tertian word, pushing her pussy toward their ministering mouths, rocking, gyrating slowly at first, and then yielding to the erotic waves gaining momentum, pulsing through her flesh.
"You are sweeter than the finest of gratas," Arjim groaned and then plunged his tongue within her, drinking her in.
Sydney pumped faster, panted harder, sucking in hasty breaths as Calem's tongue flicked rapidly over her clit and Arjim's tongue dipped in and out of her seeping vagina. Her arm's spread outward slapping to the ground. She dug fingers, curling them into the ground and arched her back, her breasts thrusting upwards. All around her the echoes of the chanting Prowlers grew even louder, their droning voices amplifying, blending in harmony with her escalating cries, as if they knew, as if they were a part of it.
For only a brief moment was she distracted by it, her whimpers for release drowning the sounds, her body inflaming with escalating arousal and the groans of her mates as they sucked and licked, coveting her, taking her to a place where nothing but the sight, and smell and taste and sounds of ecstasy resided.
Sydney yelped. Her vagina clamped tightly. Calem pressed his tongue hard against her clit while he and Arjim each inserted a finger inside of her, sliding with her juices, opening her wider. She convulsed and reached out as pulses of orgasmic elation burst from her core, growing hastily, potently, radiating throughout her body.
"I want you in me!" she gasped, and then clenched at Arjim's hair.
Calem shifted. Keeping his finger firmly next to Arjim's, he turned his body to stretch along her length, his rock-hard shaft pressing against her leg. Sydney released her hold on Arjim and reached for Calem's cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked him hard. He grunted. His hips jerked, and Arjim reacted with an equally fervent sound, his hips responded in steady thrusts, his mind and body absorbing his brethren's arousal.
Lifting her leg, Sydney wrapped it around Calem's hip. With a restless sigh she tugged anxiously at his cock, trying to guide it toward her crotch. Calem chuckled at her impatience. Threading his fingers through her hair he cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her passionately, hungrily, his love and lust for her gripping him wildly, blending with the wild and heart-pounding emotions of endearment that Arjim was also experiencing.
It was time.
Arjim slid along her backside, pressing his body up against hers, positioning her between them, preparing her for the Trigon mating. He stroked his erection along the crease of her bottom, while kissing her shoulder, her neck and then nuzzling his face against her, absorbing the fragrance of her skin, her hair. Reaching to the front of her pelvis, he slid his finger through her labia to find her clit. He swiped at it, rubbed back and forth on it, his cock engorging further at the feel of it throbbing beneath his touch. Calem lifted her leg a bit higher, spreading her open for them. They pulled back their hips and both slid their cocks toward her opening, the engorged heads of their shafts poking and prodding, pushing inward, colliding.
"We cherish you our wife," Arjim spoke to her in English, and then in the Tertian words. "Fi tinei nocunus ito g'vori ide." Forever and always, in life and in death, never shall we part.
"Our spirits are one in the Trigon," Calem added. "We love you beyond our own comprehension, Sydney."
He lowered her head to the ground, and with Arjim propped over her from behind, they both gazed into her eyes, admiring the haze of desire that filled them as she shifted her attention between them. She smiled at them, and murmured. Her lips parted and she drew in a breath. Her eyes slowly closed, and when they did, they thrust, sinking into her vagina.
"Holy mother of Mars!" Sydney screamed out as her hymen shredded.
Arjim and Calem froze.
Sydney froze, her lids squeezing tightly. She gritted her teeth, and then gasped in short whimpering breaths of air, grateful they'd stopped moving. She was seeing stars, lots of them.
Unbidden tears erupted from her eyes. Arjim and Calem held her tightly between them, still embedded inside of her, entwined and tripled, three now one.
"Shall we assume those are tears of joy, She' mana?" Arjim grimaced.
Sydney opened her eyes and turned to look at him. His face was twisted with distress, his lips pursed as he gazed at her anxiously. Turning, she found Calem with the same expression, clearly upset that they had hurt her.
The little demon inside Sydney's head reared its mischievous crown, and even as her body quaked with the pain of their penetration, she said to them. "You promised you would never hurt me."
Their mouths fell open, neither knowing what to say to sooth her. They had promised with all their hearts, that they would never ever harm her and now she was crying, shaking, and staring at them, wide-eyed, as if in disbelief.
I warned you that we should move slower with her! Arjim pierced Calem's brain.
I thought we were! Calem mentally sho
t back.
They both looked down at her and frowned, watching as she chuckled through tears now trickling from the corners of her eyes.
"You are alright, our love?" Arjim asked confused by her mixed expression of emotions.
"Are the two of you ever going to stop arguing?" Sydney laugh-cried.
"We should've…" Calem began to say, and then paused. He tipped his head askew and furled a questioning brow. "How did you know we were arguing?"
Sydney expression sobered.
"I don't know." She pondered that a moment her expression perplexed as her attention shifted between her mates. "I sensed it…I think."
"No matter," Calem returned. "What does matter is that we broke our promise to you and hurt…"
"S-h-h." Sydney pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "I was teasing you about that promise. I knew this was going to hurt."
"That was not very nice, She'mana." Arjim frowned. "We were ready to fall at your feet and beg forgiveness for causing you pain."
"Hmm…On second thought…" Sydney chuckled again. Lifting her head slightly she gave Arjim a peck on the mouth. "O-o-o-h, o-w-w, o-o-o-h…it hurts."
"We'll give to you…hurts, our She'mana!" Calem growled teasingly and then nip lightly at her neck while tickling her belly.
"Yikes!" Sydney yelped a laugh and then squirmed to his escape him, but found herself in a greater quandary when Arjim shackled her ankle and gave her mischievous look as he threatened to tickle her foot. She stiffened. "Okay, okay I give. Please don't tickle my foot. You know I hate that!"
He tickled it anyway, and Sydney shrieked, but they relented in tormenting her, instead returning chuckles of their own.
"You forget we have over the phases, learned many of your vulnerabilities." Arjim released her ankle and then caressed the length of her leg until he reached her upper thigh. "I remember that you enjoyed being touched here."
Sliding his hand over her hip bone, he massaged her lower belly, his fingers moving in easy circles until he reached the area above her mons. Sydney's mouth fell open, and she closed her eyes, the heat of arousal again swelling inside of her. He was completely on target ... literally.
"Oh god, yes," Sydney moaned. "I was only eighteen…or was it nineteen?"
"It was the very last time we were able to link with you, wife." Calem cupped her chin, his thumb skimming affectionately across the flesh of her lips, and Sydney opened her eyes, as Calem continued. "After that, there was nothing but agonizing silence."
The pain that crossed his face, that she saw reflected in Arjim's face when her gaze shifted toward him was piercingly clear. Guilt twisted her insides.
"Oh snap, Calem…Arjim," she began to say…to confess.
"No matter our woman," Arjim interrupted her. "You are here with us now."
"Never to be parted again," Calem added.
They began to move inside of her, and the impassioned smiles they gave her, the intensifying sparkles of fevered excitement in their eyes stirred Sydney clear to her core. If only she'd known, if only she'd understood what they were truly all about she might not have fought so hard to block them. Sydney's thoughts shifted to her fugitive status. She glanced around noticing that the three of them were now alone.
"The Prowlers are gone," she whispered.
"They retreated as soon as we penetrated you, our link to them no longer necessary," Arjim answered. "The physical tripling now completed."
"But not satiated," Sydney returned.
Reminded of why that was, Arjim asked her. "Do you wish for us to cease for now our woman?"
Even as he asked the question, his cock pulsed against her vaginal walls, against Calem's shaft, which pulsed in return. Their shafts began to engorge again, betraying their true desire.
"Don't you dare." Sydney wriggled against their cocks drawing a groan from both of them. "I've waited as long as you have for this.
She slipped her arm around the back of Calem's neck to rest her palm on his shoulder and then reaching behind her with the other arm she slid her hand to the back of Arjim's head, threading her fingers through his hair. It felt good to hold them both so close and without reservation.
Her mates shifted, snuggling her body tighter, compressing her between them. Sydney mewed a sigh and closed her eyes, basking in their heated flesh, her arousal reigniting as they began to caress her body once again, Calem nuzzling her neck on one side, while Arjim planted kisses along her jaw and neck on the other. She inhaled, drawing in their blended scents, listened to hearts that pounded through their muscled chests and how their rhythmic breathing seemed to soothe and thrill her at the same time.
"Make love to me, right now," she whispered. "My playmates, my Sh'em."
They both murmured their own husky sounds of approval, their hearts thumping when she called them her Sh'em for the very first time. Rocking their hips, they began a steadier rhythm, their cocks thickening, lengthening even more.
"Are we hurting you, She'mana?" Calem asked. He and Arjim both ceased all movement within her.
"No, I'm fine," she breathed out, her voice a shaky whisper.
Calem frowned as he and Arjim exchanged concerned glances. "Are you sure, our love?" "I'm positive," she whispered again, more adamantly this time. Clamping her vaginal
muscles as hard as she could, gripping their cocks. "Do you feel how wet I am for you?"
Arjim's growl was echoed by Calem. They felt her liquid fire, felt the throb of desire that pulsed through her core. She moved on them now, gyrating against them, and they stroked within her, shallow and with ease at first, their hands roaming her body, over her breasts, through her hair, over hip and bottom, relaxing her. They continued to plunge as one, pushing a little deeper, breaching her a little further until their cocks were fully seated inside of her. Sydney gasped at the perfect fullness she felt, the perfect shape of her mates, the perfect glide of their contours against her insides.
"Spirits wisdom!" Calem rasped out. He and his brethren felt it too. "Your shape, your curves woman…" He skimmed his hand over her hip and along the concave of her waist before molding his palm around her breast. "…you fit us like…"
"Like a glove," Sydney panted as she rubbed her clit a little faster, a little harder against Calem's pubic bone.
"Made to be ours," Arjim whispered from behind her, his voice a sensual hum in her ear. He kissed her shoulder and then reached for her right thigh, curving his fingers around the back of her knee, lifting her leg to spread her thighs further. Thrusting his pelvis he plunged his cock into her while at the same time Calem withdrew.
"Uyo," Sydney responded, using the Tertian word. Her breathing quickened, her vaginal walls inflaming at the piston sensation of their rigid cocks dragging and poking her g-spot as they stroked in and out of her sometimes gliding against each other alternating the in and out thrusts and sometimes in unison.
"Afiana, She'mana," Calem groaned--Magnificent wife.
He and Arjim pumped faster, finding her cadence, their hips, their bodies entwined, the three of them moving, grinding against each other in flawless accord. Sydney's juices flowed freely, and she moaned, her clit distended, throbbing, her vaginal muscles clamping, the pressure low in her belly building as her orgasm began its exquisite, tormenting climb. Arjim and Calem were right there with her--her Sh'em, their balls swelling, smashing against each other as they drove faster and deeper within her. They clung to their woman, tasted her, breathed her in, their hearts pounding a synchronized beat their minds and bodies merging, tripling, as they made passionate love to the woman they could finally call wife.
"Cum, She'mana." Calem watched her face, taking in the beauty of her face, flushed with excitement, the glaze of lust in her eyes and the sensual dance of body as it sway with them. His gaze met Arjim's feeling the erotic waves sweeping through him, coalescing in his thoughts and then rushing through Calem's brain, feeding the erogenous waves rippling through his body.
Calem buried his face in Sydney's hair at
the top of her head, groaning, whispering, coaxing her orgasm. She tipped her face upward and gasped a breath as she their lips met. From behind Arjim nipped her neck. Her body stiffened, fighting for release. She felt them both grinding against her, their cocks pushing, pulsating, her body grappling for completion, her orgasm hovering, mounting taking her to the edge and then bursting from her womb, spiraling through her abdomen, along her flesh and through her limbs. She came with a cry that was muffled by Calem's mouth as he and his brethren Arjim plunged into her and withdrew, driving harder and faster, riding through her climax as she arched and writhed between them, her muscles seizing.
They spewed their cum into her. The exquisite explosion of raw ecstasy collided in their minds and shot through their bodies. Even as Sydney writhed between her mates, cried out her release, Calem and Arjim roared, their cocks pulsing through the gripping of her vaginal walls, and they clung to her and to each other, holding her safely between them, their hearts, their souls, three now one in the Trigon, a friendship and love, a passion so powerful and binding that neither space nor time could rip it asunder.
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Chapter Twenty-Two
"Untie me damn it!"
"We think not, She'mana." Arjim grinned as he placed the final knot on the bonds at her ankles.
"You lied!" Sydney groused.
"How is that, sweet Sydney?" Calem tested the snugness of the cuffs around her wrists. Assured they were tight enough to hold her without impeding her circulation, he nodded at Arjim indicating that he was ready.
"You said you love me."
"And we do," Calem paused and looked at her. He smiled gently. "We love you with the passion of endless hearts in time."
"Endless hearts…" Sydney's irritation melted, her breath catching in her chest at his amazingly beautiful words.
Bending toward her, Calem planted a tender kiss on her mouth and then turned to Arjim and nodded. In one synchronized movement, they hoisted her up. Each settled their talon across their shoulders so that she dangled between them.
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