"Oh my snapping god!" Sydney grunted at the movement and the feel of her own weight dangling against the pull of her wrist and ankle restraints. Her irritation instantly returned. "Well if you truly love me then you will fucking put me down and untie me damn it!"
"Ayn." Arjim answered. He licked his lips. With each of her ankles tied to the ends of his weapon, he had an exquisite view of Sydney's pussy, still glistening between her spread open thighs. His mouth watered to taste her once again. "This is ancient tribal tradition."
"Fuck the tribe!" Sydney snapped.
"You wish to fuck the tribe?" Arjim asked. He and Calem exchanged silent chuckles as they carried their newly deflowered but obviously less than demure new bride down the forest path. "You truly are a naughty wife. Perhaps we should reconsider this decision of the divinities."
"You're not going to untie me are you?" Sydney snarled at them.
They both snickered in return.
"I believe," Calem answering this time as he glanced over his shoulder. "The answer in your earth word would be…no."
"But I'm naked!" Sydney protested.
"You have been naked almost the entire time since crashing here, She'mana," Calem remarked. "Why should now be of a matter?"
Sydney huffed as she stared at her bound wrists, which were tied close to the center of Calem's talon. If she looked up, she could be peek between her arms and get a nice glimpse of Arjim's splendid body. If she let her head hang, she had a perfect upside down view of Calem's perfect ass…She stared appreciatively at his taught, naked backside that flexed enticingly with his stride…He really does have a nice, firm ass…hum…He and Arjim were as naked as she was.
Lifting her head, Sydney caught Arjim's gaze. He stared at her intensely, a flirtatious smile curving his lips, and she licked her lips unable to ignore his engaging charm. A haze of lust clouded her thoughts as her gaze then shifted downward to his muscular chest. She watched his pecs flex and sighed before her eyes ambled lower to admire his taught abdomen.
Sydney's lips parted and she blew out a wisp of air. Her gaze followed the line of hair leading toward Arjim's groin, to his shaft protruding from the tuft of hair, fully hardened before and pointing into a downward, sexy curve, just inches from her pussy. Her libido kicked into overdrive as she watched it bobbing up and down as he continued in his stride, and suddenly being tied to their weapons seemed rather…arousing.
"You were saying, woman?"
The sound of Arjim's low, sensual voice pulled Sydney's eyes upward. His seductive smile widened when he caught her gaze.
"Was I saying something?" Sydney returned.
He loosened his grip on one side of the talon and reached for her thigh, his hand skimming along the front of it. Sydney exhaled slowly, her eyes remaining fixed to his, watching the gold flecks sparkle brightly in his eyes as his expression filled with hunger.
"You were saying you wanted this." Arjim swung her bottom toward him, the head of his cock poking at her opening.
Sydney groaned her approval.
Releasing the hold he had on his weapon with the remaining hand he allowed the talon to balance on his shoulders. He grasped both of Sydney's thighs. In front, Calem's steps faltered. Catching the telepathic sensations of her wet pussy coating the head of his brethren's shaft, Calem mumbled something incoherent as his cock hardened.
Arjim aimed his cock directly at directly at Sydney's vagina, and impaled her.
"Oh!" Sydney gasped out. "My god!"
Calem halted. He turned, rotating within the concave of his talon. Sydney looked up at him. His nostrils flared as his erect cock jutted upward, brushing her cheek. Turning toward it, Sydney sucked the tip of it into her mouth and he groaned but pulled back. Instead he lifted the weapon over his head and then hooked it over a low branch of a tree that they'd stopped near.
Arjim began to pump. With Sydney tethered between their weapons, he grasped her hips and thrust burying himself deep within her, his pelvis grinding between her thighs. Sydney clenched at him, moaning at his hardness and how the downward curve of him sweeping her vagina prodding and awakening nerve bundles along the back wall of her insides.
Lowering to his knees, Calem swept one arm around her ribcage, cradling her upper body to his chest. The warmth of his skin caressed her cheek as the pounding of his heart beating in his chest played in her ear. He bent his head to kiss her, his tongue probing while his hand massaged her breast. He stroked his cock with his other hand, his mind absorbing the enthralling sensations of her wet pussy clenching Arjim's cock as his brethren slipped in and out of her. He mimicked the thrusting motions with his tongue and Sydney moaned, her hips twisting, wrenching with building desire.
She jerked her mouth free of Calem's. "Harder…oh god…!"
Arjim slammed into her and growled. Sydney whimpered and clamped down harder on his erection. He ground into her, hold her hips firmly and circling his own hips around, massaging her vulva, giving her clit the pressure he seemed to sense she was seeking
"Yes!" She jerked her arms and legs, straining against the restraints and then begged. "Let me loose…please."
"Ayn, beautiful wife," Arjim returned, his voice hoarse with arousal. "The lust at being as such is clear in your eyes."
He pinched at her nipple and Sydney yelped, a rush of electric pleasure jolting through her. He was correct. She wanted her hands free to touch her mates, but she was also sexually frenzied at being bound. She was at their mercy, and loving every minute of it!
"Then take me as you will," Sydney gasped out.
Her Sh'em both chuckled. They too were beginning a carnal climb, the ebb and flow in their minds and hearts surging and forging their brethren bond. Having Sydney finally captured and tied, now finally their woman in the Trigon, having her physically with them to touch, and caress and hold and kiss…to love with all of the passion that they had for her within them was beyond what they dared to hope for almost all of their lives.
"Our love for you for always, She'mana." Calem whispered.
He covered her mouth with his own as he continued to stroke himself. Withdrawing, he kissed her chin and then moved along her neck until he reached her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth drawing gasps of delight from Sydney at now having both of her breasts attended to, at having the attention of both her men pleasuring her body. The excitement surged within her and she wrenched, pulling at her bonds straining to find the right position the right movements and pressures that would push her to climax. Her need did not go unnoticed by Arjim who pulled her tightly against him, his hands gripping her hips, his cock fully embedded. She arched, her clit pressing his pubic bone, her breasts thrusting upward and further toward Calem's mouth.
"Let me suck on you."
Calem's hand went still on his cock. Lifting his head from Sydney's breast he turned to look at her. His breath caught in his chest as he watched her tongue sweep across her upper lip as she stared at him, a hungry haze clear in her eyes. He squeezed the shaft causing the head to swell, felt a bead of moisture seep from the tip, and he groaned. Arjim groaned and began rocking against Sydney's pussy, feeling her hardened bud throbbing with excitement, feeling his erection inside of her swelling against the walls of her vagina, now clamping down hard on him. Reaching, Calem unhooked his talon from the tree branch. At the same time Arjim lowered to the sit on the ground. With Sydney still tied to his talon, Calem placed it across her hips as Arjim pulled her firmly onto his lap. His own talon slipped from his shoulders and fell to the ground behind him allowing Sydney to straddle him. Calem stepped one foot over their hips and faced Sydney. He grasped his erection again and swiped it across her mouth. Sydney chuckled and licked the head of it as he did so, the taste of him instantly wetting her eagerness to suck on him further. Beneath her she felt Arjim pulse inside of her and she undulated on him, her clit in perfect alignment, perfectly flush and pressed against his groin.
"Mmmm…" Sydney mewed and then wrapped her lips around the head of
his cock. It thickened and elongated further.
She closed her eyes and began bobbing her head up and down on his shaft savoring the taste of her Sh'em's juices seeping from the tip of his erection. She sighed again, melting with the feel of her other Sh'em's steel hard cock thrust upward and deep into her pussy, the stimulation of his hands now kneading her breasts, his thumbs skimming over her nipples and the tender way Calem stroked her hair. Four hands, two cocks, two strong males aroused and hungrily focused on her body, she was at their mercy not only by the bonds that kept her restrained by them physically but by the bonds that wrapped her heart.
Lifting her eyes, Sydney gazed up at Calem. He returned her gaze staring down at her. His nostrils flared as he watched her lick and suck his cock, the gold flecks in his irises shimmering brightly, his pupils dilated with his arousal. She wanted to Arjim as well but he was blocked from her by Calem's body, though she did have a nice erotic view of her pussy lips burrowing into his pubic hair as she rocked against him. Though she'd never had a chance to explore a man hairless or otherwise, she was amazed at how silky soft the blanket of fur on his groin was, and how rubbing her clit through it intensified her excitement.
She rode him faster, and heard him grown, felt him thicken and pulse inside of her. It caused her to clamp harder and she grew wetter as her climax approached. His hands dropped from her breasts to her hips and then slid around to grip her buttocks. Calem growled reflecting the ebb and flow of sensations between them. Knowing they shared, that they fed off each other's lust, knowing that what she did to one was channeled to the other was a catalyst for her own orgasmic ascension now swelling to the brink. The three of them moaned, lost in the tripling passion, and they began the rhythmic pant, Calem and Arjim heaving through their mouths, Sydney alternating between her mouth and nose as continued to taste and suck on Calem.
Calem came first. On a roar he clenched her hair, and Sydney stilled, allowing him to stroke between her lips, while her tongue lapped at the underside of his shaft savoring his flavor as he spewed his warm liquid into her mouth. She swallowed and continued to tease the tip with her tongue, chuckling when he shuttered and jerked back. He lowered to the ground and sat back on his haunches. Reaching, he skimmed his thumb over her mouth and smiled appreciatively.
Beneath her Arjim bucked and gritted his teeth. Calem laughed and massaged his balls, his still cock pulsing and twitching somewhere between semi-soft and hard.
"I want to do that," Sydney rasped out her eyes on Calem's groin as she pumped and rubbed on Arjim. "Untie me. I want to play with you."
"Ayn, our heart," Calem replied and then grasped the back of her head. He leaned forward and kissed her instead, and she moaned into his mouth, her pleasure mounting, the throbbing low in her pelvis flaring, intensifying as he moved lower to kiss her chin, her neck and then to kiss and lick at her breast. Faster and faster she ground her pussy against Arjim, her clit swelling, throbbing, her body in a rushing climb to the threshold. She pulled at her restraints and then bent her head to nip at Calem's ear, her eyes shifting to watch Arjim's reaction, to see how quickly the sensation leapt from Calem's mind to his. It was instantaneous, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in a breath at nearly the same time Calem murmured with pleasure. It aroused her, fed her excitement, drove her closer to climax, inflamed by Calem sucking on her nipple and Arjim's thrusts beneath her as she rubbed on him. Both men groaned in response, their minds a blend of sexual sensations sweeping through them and driving their bodies.
"Cum She'mana," Arjim growled. He drove his hips upward, his fingers still clenching her hips, and she did.
"Oh yes…" Sydney arched and threw her head back. In one tremendous surge it hit, igniting, exploding low in her cut and shattering through her insides, and she cried. "I'm cumming!"
Arjim followed. With every muscle in his body tensing he gnashed his teeth, felt her clamp down on him, the muscles of her vagina pulsing, her clit swelling and throbbing with her release, pushing him over the edge. He hissed at the explosion of voracious rapture charging through his loins, expelling his load inside of her even as her orgasm burst through her flesh and her juices gushed down on him.
At the same time Calem yelled. "Spirits ka!"
He pulled back from Sydney's breast, his cock jutting and squirting yet again, this time onto Sydney's belly. His eyes shifted toward Arjim and they locked gazes, their minds and hearts swelling and flowing in powerful waves of passion and lust and love for Sydney that heightened and strengthened the brethren fellowship further.
The exchange between them was not lost on Sydney. Still panting from her climax Sydney glanced down and grinned before looking in Calem's direction first and then toward Arjim, who she still straddled. She could sense the bond between them, felt the strength of the nexus that twined them, in the harmony of their movements, in the manner of how they touched her, in the gazes they passed between. It wove its way through her as if their link to each other was a link to her soul, and in a sense it was. Even without their ability to link to her brain, the connection she felt to both of them was still just as strong as their connection to each other, no different than that of any true lovers.
"That was amazing." Sydney gasped out. She jerked her head to one side attempting to clear the strands of hair that had fallen over her face, over her eyes. When that failed she blew out an upward gust of air from her mouth hoping to clear them that way. The air had little effect other than to briefly cool her sweaty skin briefly.
Calem chuckled and brushed her hair to one side.
"She'mana," Arjim gasped out between breaths. "You fuck like a wild fifon in a fit of heat. Where did our innocent woman learn such skill?"
Sydney laughed, elated she was able to please her men. "Good porn and lots of sex books. I was hoping they were teaching me something handy, along with getting off on them."
"This porn warrants further exploration, I think." Calem chuckled again.
Grasping his talon he lifted Sydney's arms over her head while Arjim lifted her from his hips. She groaned at the sudden empty sensations as his penis was tugged free of her vagina. What they were doing then occurred to Sydney.
"Hey!" Sydney protested as her Sh'em stood and repositioned their weapons over their shoulders so that she was once again dangling between them. "So you still intend on parading me through the tribe like I'm the prize catch of the day?"
"That would be the idea, uyo, She'mana," Arjim answered.
"I should take offense to that you know," Sydney grumbled. "Considering that I am a modern woman from a world where all are created equal."
"Females flee, males chase and capture," Calem remarked "The fettering ceremony has commenced with this tradition in the tribes for many generations. You will be presented."
Fettering ceremony? Sydney's agitation disintegrated. Her heart began dancing around in her chest as Calem's words sank in. A huge smile creased her lips, her joyous thoughts continuing even with the uncomfortable ache that was now building in her stretching joints from being tied to and hanging from their talon arcs. She continued to smile even as they entered the Cu'cjani encampment, and the familiar sounds of clacking weapons accompanied by the jovial sounds of male voices could be heard. Being naked and shackled to a couple of weapons and being presented like the trophy she was, seemed to matter very little. Sydney was happy and excited. Her charms! She was going to get her ankle charms!
Twisting her head to one side, Sydney attempted to see what was going on. She expected to get a glimpse of the men, but it wasn't the men she saw. It was the women of the tribe who seemed to be greeting them, though greeting wasn't quite an accurate word to be using. Their expressions where less than joyous, much, much less. In fact they looked rather pissed.
"What's going on?" Sydney asked as Calem and Arjim halted in front of the woman.
"The She'mana of the Cu'cjani are here to present their warning," Calem answered.
"A warning?" Sydney lifted her head again trying to get a glimp
se of what was happening.
Lined in two rows, the Tertani woman created a gauntlet of sorts that she suspected Calem and Arjim were expected to tread through. Each woman held a stick that coincidentally reminded Sydney of an earth plant called a pussy willow, except these had fuzzy buds attached to them that were the size of a plum though they were closer to a bright purple in color. "What warning?"
"Ka!" Calem winced as they moved forward, passing between the two rows. One as of the tribeswoman lashed him with her stick.
"What the snap!" Sydney frowned. "Are they going to hit me too?"
"Ayn." Arjim's shoulders tensed as he ducked his head to one side as a branch thwacked his deltoid. "Aey ka! These females strike hard!"
"It's an antiquated tradition still practiced by the tribes," Calem spoke over his shoulder. He too recoiled slightly, wincing as one of the women snapped a branch against his outer thigh. "The arba plant is used as a warning to the Sh'em that abuse of the newly tripled female, that would be you, will not be tolerated."
"Really?" Sydney laughed. Not that she enjoyed seeing her Sh'em hurt but they didn't truthfully seem to be getting walloped all that hard. "I think I like this tradition."
Her smile widened as she noticed Alea and Bligh amongst the woman. They too appeared to be miffed but the expression on their faces faltered slightly as their eyes met hers, and Sydney caught the mirth in them. It didn't stop them from participating in the thwacking that was going on, however, each taking a turn at giving Sydney's mates a lashing. Finally they reached the end of the reception with both Sydney's pride and sense of humor intact though she thought it was less so for her mates who were now hurrying with her to wherever it was they were taking her.
She found out quickly. Within moments they were lifting her body and setting her down on a stone slab.
"I think this is where I came in," Sydney commented.
Around her the tribe's Trigon brethren clacked their weapons together. The Commanders, Tren and Rjant along with Bligh's Sh'em were included amongst them. The She'manas had gathered behind them arms crossed their expressions still grim. Behind the woman she could see the illumination from a huge bonfire lit, flaming blue balls rising from it like a bubble bath gone wild, the fragrance of whatever woods they used to fuel it creating a pleasant aroma similar to cedar. She also saw a waterfall, or should she say a taw fall, effervescing its way downward to splash into a small lake, and she remembered Alea telling her that those to elements were always included as part of the rituals of the Trigon mating, taw to cleanse the spirit and fire to burn eternal passion in the heart. Above her the clouds blocked the rays of the Tertian sun creating a pinkish haze across the skies though it didn't seem to affect the tepid temperature that was the norm of at least this area of the planet.
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