"La'es avi stihin Calem ot Karisi et Arjim ot Triadel."
Sydney turned toward the voice. A robed character stood at the edge of the slab surrounded by other robed characters. She couldn't see his or her face but assuming by the stature of the person and the masculine hands she saw sticking out from the cuff of the robe's sleeves that he was indeed male. Sydney also had to wonder why with everyone else being bare-assed naked why these guys showed up with way too many clothes on though it didn't take long for her to figure it out that she disliked the lead man immensely when he began to probe her. The first thing he did was scan her from head to toe which sort of annoyed her. He then flattened his palm on her belly, which prompted a dirty look from Sydney that she aimed directly at Calem and Arjim because they just stood there.
"What is he doing?" She demanded of her mates, but before they could even answer the robed moron bent to look in her narrowed, angry eyes, and then he did something that really pissed her off. He grabbed her lips and bent to look at her teeth! Sydney jerked free. "Get out of my face asshole or I'm going to knock your damn teeth out!"
Ignoring her he looked up, directing a question toward her mates. "Y'rid efrim deiam She'mana?"
"Reta all rescinn'j hien Sydney." Calem spoke.
"Calem, Arjim!" Sydney yelled. "You're dead! Both of you are dead meat!"
I think our She'mana is, how would she say, a bit pissed off? Arjim transmitted mentally to Calem.
"You're damn straight I'm pissed off!" Sydney growled.
Calem furled his brow at her and then glanced at Arjim as the robed molester parted her bent knees and then had a look.
"Oh what the hell!" Sydney attempted to scramble away from him but Calem pinned her arms while Arjim pinned her ankles.
"Jo'lajn ab agiv." The robed person said.
His words were directed toward the crowd as if he was announcing something. It drew a series of hoots from the men, which was followed by several comments amongst themselves.
"What the snapping fuck did he say!"
"The Pontiff announces your deflowering, She'mana." Calem answered.
Well no shit!" Sydney groused. "Half the tribe already knows that I'm no longer a virgin."
Calem skimmed her forehead swiping away the strands of stray hair that had fallen across her face. "Please try to relax, She'mana. This will be finished soon. The Pontiff merely follows ancient practice deemed fundamental to the spiritual blessing of our tripling.
To that Sydney lifted a brow. She was about to say something snide when the robed holier-than-thou set a folded cloth on her belly. Curiosity kept her mouth shut momentarily as he unwrapped the material and then held up two anklets. A wide grin creased Sydney lips when she saw them.
"Seid a he flei dou'cu bensho abal sh trigon ot Sydney." the Pontiff said.
Blessing--Sydney caught the translation, or at least she thought she had, and Trigon with her name attached. The Pontiff then handed the fetter charms to each of her Sh'em. Arjim moved toward her feet and chanted a few words as he smiled at her. Calem did the same. Together they snapped the charms in place, one on each ankle. The tribal males hooted, while her mates untied the bindings that had her shackled to their talon arcs. Promptly Sydney sat up, wound up her arm and delivered a firmly planted fist through the opening in the Pontiff's hood and connecting with his jaw.
"Asshole!"
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Chapter Twenty-Three
"She'mana!" Calem barked.
He and Arjim attempted to snare her arms but Sydney dodged them. She scrambled from the plinth, considered fleeing but instead came to stand between her Sh'em. Gasps and murmurs amongst the tribe erupted though Sydney also heard a few female snickers.
"The Pontiff has yet decided our standing," Arjim told her, the tone of his voice scolding.
"What do you mean, our standing?" Sydney questioned, her gaze shifting between her mates. They grimaced but didn't answer her, or even look at her. Their eyes were fixed widely, worriedly on the Pontiff.
Gre'aecha just stands there, brethren. Calem mentally channeled to Arjim.
I fear that for the next five phases we may be digging through the muck to capture fruttles.
"Fruttles?" Sydney asked. "What the snap is a fruttle?"
"It's a highly nutritious, but slimy…" Calem abruptly quit speaking and stared at Sydney, his brows raised.
She turned and saw that Arjim was staring at her in the same way. Their gazes shifted and their brows furled as they exchanged glances with each other.
"Ta'ft deaph dagi She'ami!" The Pontiff snarled from beneath his the hood cloaking his face.
"What did he say?" Sydney turned to stare at him.
"He just called you an obstinate woman." Arjim interpreted.
Well tell him to go fuck himself, Sydney thought silently.
"Not a good idea, Sydney," Calem said.
"What?" Sydney looked at him with confusion. He returned the same, and she scratched her head. "How did you…"
"Abiast!" The Pontiff roared angrily, his voice so loud it rattled Sydney's bones.
Arjim, Sydney and Calem fell silent. The entire tribe fell silent, their typical jovial behavior suddenly stifled. It made her nervous. What had she done?
They stood there. The Pontiff stood there. The tribunal just stood there, and the tribe just stood there, no one saying a word…nothing, not even a murmur.
"Are we in trouble?" Sydney mumbled.
"I don't know," Arjim mumbled back.
Gre'aecha strolled around the platform, around the three of them, and stood in back of them…and then he did something that was so undignified to Sydney that she couldn't possibly hold her tongue. With the back of his hand, he smacked her bare bottom.
"Oh that does it, pervert!" Sydney spun and waggled her finger at him, her nostrils flaring, her eyes wide with fury. "Touch me one more time and I'm going to skewer your puny balls and serve them up like shish kabobs! Not that they'd be very tempting anyway because they're probably as shriveled up as that prune face you're hiding beneath that hood. Show yourself you coward!"
Calem burst out laughing, but not Arjim. Through the corner of her eye she caught the movement in his throat as he gulped hard. She looked directly at him to see that his lips were pursed and he was clearly trying to swallow his own amusement.
"Tenachi?" Gre'aecha asked.
"Yeebe ferc, ah…" Arjim spoke in answer, seeming to fumble over his own word. "Evor…ah…stih ingif…ah…plag. Asiant arvese ... "
"Did you just tell him what I said?" Sydney question. "You traitor."
The Pontiff's hooded head moved up and down as if sizing her up. Sydney pursed her lips. He looked her up and down once more. Sydney did the same, looked him up and down and then twisted her mouth to one side as if to say big whoop. The rest of the tribe was so silent that Sydney could've heard a pin dropping into a pile of cotton. They stood there for what seemed like an endless amount of time, enough time for Sydney to consider bolting. Finally, the Pontiff reached up. Sydney tensed, ready to smack him if he made another move to put his hands on her, but he didn't. Instead he reached for his hood and then pushed it off of his head.
"Oh good, show your ugly…Oh my god…"
The Pontiff bellowed a jubilant laugh. A roar rose up from the men in the tribe. Calem and Arjim both blew audible breaths of relief, but all Sydney could do was stare. Where she expected a prune-faced sourpuss of an old man, what she saw was the complete opposite. His face was chiseled and youthful, his honey-colored hair well-groomed and cut short, and his irises, they were as green as the skin of lime but instead being encircled in gold they sparkled with a ring that was so silvery they reminded her of highly polished sterling.
And he was still chuckling
"The Pontiff finds you amusing," Arjim said. "In fact I believe he finds you quite charming."
"I guess that's a good thing right?" Sydney looked at her mates with a bit of chagrin. "We're off the hook then?"
"Teg alishmu ad
edig." Gre'aecha pointed toward the lake.
"Well not quite," Calem stated. He moved quickly toward her. He was grinning. "He has determined you pay a penance for your wily mouth.
"A wha…hey!"
Calem lifted her from her feet, while Arjim boosted her up from her behind. A gust of air expelled from her lungs as she was plopped over Calem's shoulder.
"Penance, what penance! Put me down."
The tribal males began clanking their weapons together again as Calem stalked toward the lake. Sydney twisted about to see where he was taking her and caught a glimpse of the woman just standing and watching, Alea and Bligh amongst them.
"You're all traitors too!" Sydney yelled at them. "You're supposed to be helping me."
"If you desire to run, Sydney we will join you." Alea said.
Sydney opened her mouth to speak again but could only let out a yap before sucking in a breath to hold it. She was airborne, her body being tossed into the lake. She went under, the blast of gelid taw shocking her system as she kicked and paddled her way back to the surface. Her head broke through just in time to see Calem and Arjim jumping in after her. En masse, the rest of the tribe followed, both men and woman, shrieking and laughing as they all jumped into the lake as well. Sydney however, was scrambling in the opposite direction--to the shore.
"Holy shit, this taw is as frigid as three dog night!" She shuttered as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I thought everything was nice and warm here."
Arjim grinned at her. "That would be boring, She'mana, but at least he didn't order you thrown into the fire."
"That doesn't actually happen." Sydney eyed them. "Does it?"
They blinked at her without answering.
"I'm serious!" Sydney blurted. "What would've happened if I'd pissed him off?"
Arjim finally chuckled, his and Calem's expression softening, humor shining through. "The truth is She'mana, our status in the tribe and our duties would've been affected. Some of which are less than pleasant."
Reaching for her leg, he attempted to pull her back into the taw, but Sydney jumped back dodging him. She glanced around. None of the others seemed to mind the cold taw. They were too busy frolicking and playing, tripled off in their private little Trigons. She spotted Alea who was sandwiched between her Sh'em, and it was quite apparent that she was being pleasured by them. Looking downward, Sydney's attention shifting to her ankles, to the fetter charms that Arjim and Calem had just given her. Amber in color, they were made of many interlocking perfectly circular rings that looked like glass, but because she'd examined Alea's, she had discovered that they were some kind of precious metal. They were beautiful, and Sydney would cherish having them, since she knew they were by tradition, handcrafted for her alone by Calem and Arjim. She shook one foot and listened to the chiming sound. In antiquity the charms were used by the Sh'em to track their mates, as the majority of Tertani females were nomadic creatures and were instinctively prone to frequent fleeing. Not only was there nothing that could cut through them making them impossible to remove, but each fetter charm as Sydney learned, had a peal that was unique to each piece and thus became distinctive to the Sh'em that created them.
Sydney shook her foot again and grinned. From behind, two arms slipped around her waist. She startled as she was pulled back against a wet, naked body. "You do know that sound arouses us, wife?" Calem pressed his lips to her ear as he spoke.
"What this?" Sydney laughed and shook her ankle once more, her fetter charm clinking.
Calem growled as his hands slid up to massage her breasts. He nipped her ear drawing a
mew of pleasure from Sydney that barely escaped her mouth before his gripped on her tightened.
"Ayn!" Sydney mewed as Calem leaned his weight forward.
With Sydney in his clutches, he plunged them both into the ice-cold taw.
Still in his arms Sydney resurfaced with Calem both of them of them laughing. Arjim joined in, and as much as her body shuddered from the icy temperature, her heart blazed with warmth at the sound. The last time they laughed this much together they were all small children.
"It is good to see your joy, Sydney." Arjim cupped her cheeks and then pressed a tender kiss to her mouth. "You are happy as are we?"
Sydney closed her eyes and sighed. "I am, finally…happy as a clam."
"Clam?" Calem asked. He and Arjim exchanged glances both mentally seeking the English interpretation.
"I have no idea how a clam can be happy so don't ask." Sydney returned.
"No need," Arjim responded.
His eyes began to sparkle, and he smiled seductively. Sydney gave him a questioning look but he was already sinking beneath the taw and disappearing from her sight. Beneath the surface he grabbed her thighs and spread them wide, holding them while he rubbed his lips on her clit while thrusting his fingers inside of her.
"We think we understand happy clam, She'mana." Calem's hands skimmed over her nipples, his cock hardening and poking her bottom, and Sydney gasped as a shiver ran along her flesh that had nothing to do with the cold.
"Oh yes," she sighed. "A very happy clam."
They both released her, and Sydney whimpered in protest. Arjim resurfaced while Calem pushed up to sit on the lakes edge. He reached for Sydney and lifted her up and onto his lap, and then sliding his hands beneath her thighs Calem lifted her bottom. Sydney planted a foot, one to each side of legs, bearing her own weight, so that she was crouched over him. She glanced behind her to see Calem grasping his shaft with one hand, while the other still cupped her. He swiped the swollen head along the crease of her ass and then poised it at the opening of her vagina. Sydney lowered herself onto it, slowly impaling herself, her muscles squeezing, moaning at the exquisite tingling rush that pulsed through her loins as he penetrated her more and more deeply until he was fully embedded inside of her.
Arjim pushed up and onto the shore, and Sydney smiled seductively at him the lust beaming in his eyes as fierce as her own. He slid he hands between her knees and spread her open. Without hesitation his head lowered.
"Oh my god!" Sydney rasped out.
Calem cupped her chin and tipped her head back. He took her mouth with his own to give her a passionate kiss, his tongue dipping, plying, tasting, just as Arjim was tasting and licking at her clit. She throbbed deep within her womb, a heated frenzy building inside of her. She rocked her pelvis bearing down on Calem's cock feeling him pulsing inside of her. He groaned into her mouth as he continued to kiss her, one hand still cupping her chin, the other stroking her body, caressing her, heightening her senses, as his scent, as Arjim's scent filled her nostrils, mingling and taking hold, marking her desire for them, seeping to the far reaches of her mind.
Pulling away from Calem's kiss, Sydney exhaled a lustful sigh and whispered. "I love you."
She ran her palms along the outside of Calem's thighs before moving forward to thread her fingers through Arjim's hair, becoming lost in the luxuriously silky feel of it. Mmmm, she sighed, and he too released an elated sigh, lapping at her pussy as if his very life thrived on her flavor.
"Sensational woman," Calem skimmed his fingertips over one of her nipples, plying at then, taking turns rolling them between his thumb and fingers. They tingled and went taut. "You bring to us such great joy."
"Yes," Sydney purred, and then began an escalating cry, her climax swelling and then pushing through, a molten fire that consumed her core, devoured her with potent waves of profound rapture. "Oh god yes!"
Arjim flattened his tongue against her clit while Calem continued to stroke, holding her between them while she rode out her orgasm, her body wrenching with sheer pleasure. When she finally went limp, panting in her post-orgasmic bliss, Arjim released her from his mouth's devouring and then kissed her mons. He continued upward caressing the flesh of her belly with his lips and then higher to her breasts to suckle first one nipple and then the other. Calem groaned and rolled them both to their sides, settling behind her. Arjim stretched along her length an
d then Calem lifted one her legs and settled it over his brethren's hip.
He withdrew from her, and as he did Arjim thrust inside. Sydney moaned. Still reveling in the climatic surge assailing her, his penetration triggered a rapturous response, her body storming into overdrive. He began an easy grind, his pelvis rotating on her clit, his stiff cock rooted, the downward angled of his shaft, embedded deep, the head tormenting the erogenous bundle of nerves inflaming them as it dragged along backside of her vagina. He continued to stroke, his shaft becoming slick with her juices allowing him an easy glide, allowing Calem to slip in his shaft as Arjim pulled back and withdrew.
"I'm so aroused again." Sydney panted.
She wrapped her arms around Arjim's chest curve her arms to grasp his shoulders and clung to him, her heart pounding arduously with her climbing excitement. She could feel the hard thumping of his heart as well. From behind Calem pressed his cheek to hers, his breath fanning hot against her jaw and lips. Sydney began to croon softly, her hips canting forward and back grinding hard against the piston action of their frenzied plunges, alternating, driving into her.
A heavy surge pulsed through her loins and she stiffened, squeezed down on her Sh'em, milked them. She began a frantic climb, the need to peak assailing her so ferociously she thought her heart might cease to beat. For a moment she'd forgotten to breathe.
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