by Abby Weeks
Aisha sighed again in pleasure as Tucker slid his long tongue deep into her vagina.
“Oh God,” she sighed.
“We’ll treasure you, Aisha,” Hardy said.
Then he leaned in and kissed her. It was Aisha’s first kiss since forming the handmaiden’s bonds, and it drove her wild with passion. Nothing in her life up to that moment had prepared her for the intimacy and pleasure of kissing a shifter she’d bonded with. It was like she was inside Hardy’s mind, and he was inside hers. All she could feel was the pleasure of his kiss, the pleasure of Tucker’s tongue in her cunt, and an immense love for both of them. It was as if they were a single mind, completely in sync. It was nothing like the previous sexual experiences she’d had with Heath and Hunter on the journey north. The difference was like night and day. Everything about her previous experiences had been wrong, and everything about this was right. It was natural. It was what she’d always been meant for.
As Hardy continued to kiss her, she became weak at the knees. The emotion and love she was feeling for him completely overpowered her, and she felt like collapsing onto the floor. Luckily, Hardy put his arms around her and held her up so that she didn’t fall. He lifted her up into his arms and then lay her down on her bed.
She had no idea what they were going to do to her now. All she knew was that she trusted them completely, and whatever they wanted from her, she wanted to give. Their pleasure would be her pleasure. She was so in tune with their bodies, so deep in their minds, that she could already feel the drug of their pleasure taking over her nerves, mixing with the pleasure her own body was giving her, so that it would all merge into one, massive orgasm that the three of them would share.
“Take me,” she said to the two males as they looked down at her. “Take me now.”
Hardy was kneeling between her legs, and he lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs tightly around his waist, then he sat her down on his lap. She looked at him, her breasts pressed against his powerful chest, and began kissing him again. His penis was in front of her, pressing hard against the quivering, pink, tender folds of her clitoris, and every time it throbbed, she felt the bulge of it grow.
Tucker kneeled behind Hardy, and Aisha broke her kiss from Hardy so that she could kiss Tucker too. He smiled at her before leaning in and putting his mouth on hers. His kiss was every bit as delicious as the kiss Hardy had given her. She completely surrendered herself to it. His tongue ran inside her mouth and danced with her tongue in the most delicious embrace. At the same time, Hardy was kissing her neck, sucking gently on it and holding her so tight against his body that she could feel each breath he took as if it were her own.
Hardy lay her back down on the bed, and she looked up at both brothers, breathless. She was almost afraid to ask them what they were going to do next. All she knew was that it was going to feel good. It was going to feel so deliciously good that she could hardly contain herself.
She opened her legs and wrapped them around Hardy’s neck and pulled his face down onto her vagina. Immediately he started pleasuring her, unselfishly licking and sucking on her vagina as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever had in his mouth in his entire life.
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she sighed.
Tucker was watching. Aisha locked eyes with him. Then she spoke, and she was surprised at her own confidence. She was so in tune with the brothers, so forged with their minds, that she lost her feelings of apprehension and nervousness. She knew she had nothing to worry about. She could tell how much they wanted her, how much they loved her. They wouldn’t hurt her. They wouldn’t be disappointed in her. She was almost like a sexual goddess to them. They literally wanted to worship her body, and knowing that, knowing how much her body drove them wild with desire, gave her more confidence than she’d ever had before during sex.
“Come here,” she said to Tucker. “I want to taste you in my mouth.”
Tucker came to her immediately. He put his leg over her so that he was straddling her, his penis and scrotum above her face like a delicious morsel dangling just out of her reach.
She opened her mouth and extended her tongue toward him.
He put his hands on the pillow on either side of her head and lowered his pelvis down toward her hungry mouth. When the head of his cock reached her lips, she first kissed him gently. She was so fond of both brothers that she would have allowed them to do anything they wanted to her. She would even take pain if it meant they would feel more pleasure. She was theirs totally and completely. It was nothing like the sex she’d known before with Heath. During sex with Heath, she’d always been concerned with protecting herself, with making sure that Heath didn’t abuse her too badly or hurt her. This was different, because she trusted the brothers so completely. The connection she’d formed with them was so intimate, so powerful, that she didn’t have to worry about anything else. They would have died for her gladly, and she knew it.
She opened her mouth wide and let Tucker’s long, thick cock slide into her throat. He was so big, so wide, and so long that his cock reached far into the back of her throat. He moved slowly and carefully, making sure he didn’t ram his cock into her mouth too forcefully. She let it reach its full depth in her mouth, and then he began to slide back out. There was something enormously pleasurable about the way he slid the long, delicious cock into her throat. She wanted him to do it again, and as soon as he withdrew from her, he gave her what she wanted, sliding back down into her throat like a piston.
She put her hands on Hardy’s head, her fingers entwining with his long, dark hair, and pushed his face farther into her cunt. The pleasure of his mouth on her clit sent shock waves through her. As Hardy played with her clit, licking it and sucking on it and drinking her juices, Tucker was sliding his cock in and out of her mouth as if he was playing a teasing game.
Aisha could feel Tucker’s cock throbbing. It wasn’t just the massive size of it that made the shifter males different from the other men she’d had sex with. She could also tell that there would be something different about the actual orgasm, once she finally experienced it. She wasn’t sure what it would be, but she knew she would find out very soon. She couldn’t wait. She wanted to feel their shifter semen filling her up.
Chapter 7
AISHA KNEW NOW THAT SHE’D been made for this, her entire body had been designed to give and derive pleasure from male shifters, and she was so ready to experience that pleasure that she felt like she could burst.
Tucker took his cock out of her mouth and went down to where Hardy was kneeling.
“Lift her up,” Tucker said to his brother.
Hardy lifted Aisha at her hips, and Tucker lay on his back and slid in under her ass. Then Hardy let her go, and all her weight went down on Tucker’s face. Aisha felt shy about it, but when she felt the sexual excitement that Tucker was experiencing, she stopped worrying.
As Hardy continued sucking on her clit, Tucker began playing with her anus, flicking it with his tongue teasingly, from where he was lying beneath her. Aisha squirmed and writhed, the pleasure of the two brothers’ tongues driving her insane with anticipation.
Then, just when she felt she couldn’t take it anymore, Hardy lifted her again and flipped her around. Aisha had to catch herself with her hands and hold herself up as she suddenly found herself on her knees. Suddenly, it was Tucker who had access to her pussy and clit, and Hardy who wanted her asshole.
“Oh God,” she cried.
Tucker pulled her back down onto his face so that he could drink her pussy juices, slide his tongue into her pussy, and suck on her clit like it was a nipple and he was a suckling pup. Hardy began licking around her anus in rapid circular motions, sliding his tongue into her anus and playing with it in a teasing way that sent shivers of pleasure through her body.
“You’re going to make me come,” she cried back at them, but they didn’t stop.
If anything, her protest only spurred them on and made them more excited.
“Pl
ease,” Aisha cried out as the first surge of orgasmic pleasure began to flow through her body. Her nerves began firing as if they were being stimulated with electric shocks. The terrible pleasure of orgasm began flowing through her veins as if someone had just injected her with a potent drug. It was like the pleasure was in her very bloodstream, flowing into her orgasms and pleasure centers with an overpowering force.
“Oh,” she cried out, “Oh, oh, oh.”
Tucker pulled her tightly, his hands firmly on her butt cheeks, so that her sensitive clit couldn’t escape his hungry mouth. He licked and sucked and kept her in position no matter how hard she struggled and squirmed. Hardy was playing with her asshole, sliding his tongue in and out of it as if warming her up for the cock that would be pounding it very soon. It was all too much.
The orgasm exploded, deep inside her body, like an underwater explosion in the ocean. Her muscles contracted. Her fingers gripped the blankets beneath her hands, her back arched like a feline in heat. The brothers held her so tightly that there was literally no escape. They continued to lick and suck, lick and suck, as the bursts of orgasm rushed through her, wave upon wave upon wave, over and over.
“Oh my God,” she cried out, and she could feel her pussy gushing with pleasure onto Tucker’s face. He must have been soaking wet. He was drinking everything that came from her and teasing more out of her.
She collapsed. Every muscle in her body gave way at once. She couldn’t hold up her own weight anymore.
Tucker came out from beneath her. Hardy rose up from her quivering asshole.
“Now you’re ready,” they said, together, at exactly the same time.
“Ready for what?” Aisha panted, but she already knew what was coming.
Tucker grabbed her and flipped her over so that she was facing him. She was too weak to protest or even support her own body. The ecstasy of her orgasm had sapped every ounce of strength from her. Tucker lifted her up onto his lap. She put her arms around his neck and gasped as his massive, throbbing cock slid into her gaping pussy as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
She’d been afraid that the brothers were going to be too big for her gentle body, but after the treatment they’d just given her, she was dying to feel them inside her. Her pussy swallowed up Tucker’s cock and she squirmed on his lap and writhed, trying to let it in even deeper.
Hardy got behind her and put his hands on Tucker’s shoulders so that he could pull himself tightly toward his brother. Aisha imagined herself being crushed within the resulting space. The two muscular bodies were easily strong enough to crush her if they so chose.
Then she felt the tip of Hardy’s voracious cock against the tight, muscular ring of her anus.
“Oh my God,” she cried.
Hardy pressed harder. She squirmed on Tucker, making him throb with desire. Hardy pulled himself toward his brother, squeezing Aisha between them. Aisha felt the hard, pulsing tip of his cock squeeze in through her anus and begin sliding deep inside her.
“Oh God,” she cried again.
Chapter 8
THEY WERE BOTH INSIDE HER, their massive cocks so deep inside her body that they must almost have been reaching each other at some place deep within her. The feeling was excruciatingly pleasurable. Aisha loved being clamped between the two strong brothers, she loved being taken by them so fully like this, and she loved that she could sense the pleasure they were experiencing from being inside her. It was so intimate and so hot. The heat of her body felt so good to their penises. The smoothness of her body gave them so much pleasure. She could tell exactly what it was that they were lusting for. She was soft and warm and wet, and they just couldn’t get enough of her. They wanted to devour her.
Very slowly, and acting as a single unit, the brothers began pumping back and forth inside her pussy and asshole. Their enormous cocks pulsed and throbbed with pleasure as they slid in and out of her body. The brothers were in ecstasy now. Their minds were almost blank apart from their desire for her, apart from the pleasure they were feeling from being connected to her body.
From behind her, Hardy moved his hands up and cupped both her breasts. Tucker’s face was just in front of hers, and her lips brushed his as he pulled himself deep inside her.
“Faster,” she whispered.
Immediately the two of them began sliding in and out at a faster pace. She could feel the heat, the throbbing, the hunger in their bodies to orgasm inside her. It was a pleasure they’d thought they would never experience, and now they were about to have it for the first time.
“Aisha,” Hardy said.
She turned her head and began kissing him passionately. She felt Tucker’s lips on the front of her neck. Hardy was thrusting deep into her asshole, making her quiver in desire with each powerful push. Tucker was lifting her and pulling her back down, moving her up and down his cock like she was a living toy that had been designed solely for his pleasure. The two of them were in frenzy. She reached out to their minds and could feel nothing but passion and pleasure and love and lust. The closer they got to orgasm, the more intense the connection in their minds became. When they finally reached their moments of climax, Aisha could hardly sustain her own thoughts any longer, her head was so full of the two brothers. They were obsessed with her, they were devouring her—all three of them were like a single mind that could no longer be separated.
Aisha began to cry out as the pulsing, throbbing cocks expanded in her pussy and anus. In preparation for their orgasms, the shifters’ cocks seemed to swell up and lock in place inside her. She realized that she wouldn’t have been able to pull away from them at this point. Their cocks were knotted inside her, extended and expanded to fill the cavities within her.
It was Hardy who exploded first, squirting a white hot jet of potent semen deep into her anus. Aisha cried out. Hardy was gasping with each pulse of his orgasm, his mouth on her neck, his body pressed against her back, drenched in pleasure and sweat. His cock was pulsing semen in a way that made the human ejaculations Aisha had experienced pale in comparison. Again and again, jets of his powerful, sticky semen shot into her ass, and the pleasure of it began to drive Aisha insane. It was like the semen caressed her, shooting up to places inside her body that nothing, not a penis or an ejaculation, had ever reached before. It was so deep within her that Aisha couldn’t even imagine what part of her body was being stimulated by the force of each jet. All she knew was that she didn’t want it to stop. And it didn’t stop. Again and again and again and again, Hardy shot streams of the semen into her with such force that she began to cry out with each shot.
And as Hardy was coming so deeply in her asshole, Tucker also went over the top. The first forceful thrust of his ejaculation caught Aisha so much by surprise that she actually screamed. And then, once she’d started screaming, she found that she couldn’t stop. The first jet fired up into her, and Aisha had no idea where it reached. It was as if there was a whole new area of g-spots deep in her body that nothing had ever come close to stimulating before. She realized that her body had been designed for orgasms like this— not for the normal orgasms of human men. She also realized why human women would never be able to satisfy the shifter brothers the way she could. Their bodies just weren’t built the same.
Tucker fired his forceful jets into her, and Aisha just couldn’t stop screaming. She was orgasming by now, but it wasn’t like any orgasm she’d ever experienced before. This was a deeper, far more powerful orgasm, brought on by the sensation of the jets of semen squirting up inside the core of her body. She couldn’t even imagine how much semen Tucker and Hardy must have had inside their bodies. They both just kept pouring it into her, as if they were trying to fill the entire center of her body with the stuff, and they didn’t stop. It went on and on. They had her clamped so tightly between them that even if she’d wanted, she wouldn’t have been able to escape. The fact that their cocks had knotted inside her, expanding so that they couldn’t come back out, meant that there was literally no escape for Aisha fo
r as long as the brothers’ orgasms lasted.
She didn’t even know how long she’d been screaming for. The shots of semen were driving her beyond crazy. The orgasm that began to gush through her body encompassed every ounce of her. Her body, her muscles, her nervous system, her mind—all of it was completely overloaded with sensation and pleasure. She couldn’t even think. Her mind was completely subsumed into the collective pleasure of the joint orgasms that the three of them were experiencing. The pleasure just flowed and flowed in a surplus that was so excessive it defied any logic. It was like the most amazing orgasm, multiplied on itself over and over, until the muscles that caused it were completely and utterly exhausted, and all she could do was collapse.
When Aisha collapsed, the brothers slipped down onto the bed with her, Tucker in front of her, and Hardy behind. Aisha realized that she was completely fused to them. They couldn’t separate from each other, not yet. Their cocks had swollen to such a size that they couldn’t simply slide back out of her. They all had to wait for the penises to subside back to their normal size. She lay there in the arms of both men, feeling so exhausted and simultaneously so happy. It was like an enforced cuddle after the sex. She felt utterly relaxed as her breathing returned to normal.
She could feel the brothers’ cocks deep inside her. They were very slowly returning to their normal size. There was so much semen inside her that it started to ooze out of her asshole and vagina as their cocks softened. Aisha felt so close to the brothers. They were obviously exhausted. Neither of them seemed capable of moving. They just lay there and held her so close. She didn’t want them to ever let her go.
Lying there, wrapped in the brothers’ arms, their penises knotted inside her in their post-orgasmic exhaustion, Aisha fell into a deep, restful sleep.
Chapter 9
WHEN SHE WOKE UP, she was still lying between Tucker and Hardy. She could tell by their deep, steady breathing that they were fast asleep. Their penises had released her, slid out, and she felt that she was drenched from the waist down with the sticky warmth of their semen. It had dripped all over her thighs, her ass, her pussy—and she loved it. It was a delicious memory of the pleasure she’d shared with the two of them. She climbed up from between their two muscular bodies and climbed down the ladder to the den. The fire was still burning in the hearth. She wondered what time it was. It was dark outside.