by Dani René
Engulfing her clit in my mouth, I suck on it with a passion that I’ve never felt before. Each pull of my mouth elicits another moan from deep within her. She laces her fingers through my hair, squeezing gently. When she adds pressure, I know she’s close and I reach my tongue out, flicking her clit as quickly as I can.
Over and over, I do not stop, not even when her nails start digging into my scalp. With one final suck, I furiously pull her clit into my mouth. Releasing her grip on my hair, she pulls the pillow out from under her head and screams her release into it. At the same time, a warm jet of her arousal floods my mouth.
I’ve never tasted anything so sweet in my entire life and I take all that she has to give. Climbing up her body, I remove the pillow from her face and relish in the bleary look in her eyes. Tapping her bottom lip with two fingers, her jaw goes slack, opening her mouth for me. I line up my mouth with hers, opening my lips slightly, and allow some of her juices to drip from my mouth into hers.
Her eyes regain clarity once she realizes what’s happening and she tries to turn her face away. She coughs and I see some of the moisture from her throat fly out through her open mouth. Closing the gap in my lips, I grip her chin so she can’t turn away. Placing two fingers on her bottom lip again, I wedge them in, forcing her to open up again.
Closing her eyes, she reopens her mouth and takes the rest of my gift to her. I keep some of it for myself and then force her jaw shut, until she swallows it.
Then, I place my lips on hers and kiss her deeply, letting her feel how happy she’s made me. She kisses me back and the taste of her rolling around in our mouths, our tongues tangling together, has my balls tightening up, nearly ready to burst. I place my tip at her entrance and begin pushing into her gently, when she grimaces in pain.
“It’s okay, we don’t have to.”
“No, I want to. It hurts a little, that’s all.”
“I promise I’ll be gentle,” I assure her.
I press further into her, keeping a slow pace, until her face relaxes and I know she’s only feeling pleasure. As I move inside of her, our orgasms quickly build. I pick up the pace when her breathing increases.
“Benji,” she pants.
“What do you need?” I ask her.
“Don’t stop, please,” she begs me.
“Never.”
I seal my promise with a kiss and drive my hips into her until she moans my name and comes once again. Her pussy squeezes me, milking the orgasm from my cock as I feel the arousal dripping out of her again.
Chapter Nine
Jocelyn
My dreams were filled with all manner of erotic behavior last night. In them, I was making love to Benji. The twins had me trapped between them, filling me from both sides. James was fucking me hard, but he wasn’t taking me in the vicious way that he did the night before.
My mind takes me back to Benji, when he made my body quake with pleasure I’ve never felt before. His description of an orgasm was quite appropriate. I was out of my mind by the time he was finished with me. I felt like a completely different person.
When he closed his lips over mine, sharing a bit of what he’d taken from me, I tried to refuse him. I can’t deny that I’m glad he made me. Shamelessly, I’ll admit that tasting myself on his tongue as he swirled it around in my mouth was intoxicating. It was naughty. It was nothing that I ever expected to do. I suppose I should get used to the unexpected, being here.
“She’s escaped!”
James’ booming voice echoes through the house, tearing me from my obscene dreams. Benji shoots up from his bed, accidentally tossing me onto the floor.
“Ow!”
Looking up at Benji, I watch in the dull morning light as relief washes over his face. He’s realized that I haven’t gone anywhere in the middle of the night.
Was he more worried that I left his house, or his bed?
I spot my discarded shirt on the floor and pull it over my head. The sound of James’ boots barreling up the steps is scary, like cannons firing in close range. He nearly tramples over Harry and Henry as they fly from their rooms to see what’s happened.
“She’s gone. Get dressed. We need to find her.”
Lifting myself off the floor, I interrupt James’ outburst.
“I’m not gone,” I say forcefully, walking around the bed so I can address James, face-to-face.
James walks into Benji’s room, the twins follow him and study me from the doorway.
“What is she doing out of her restraints?”
“I brought her up here last night.”
“Without my permission?” James challenges.
“I haven’t needed your permission to share my bed with anyone before.” Benji stands tall, placing himself between James and me. “Why the sudden change?”
I haven’t seen Benji stand up to James since yesterday morning in the kitchen. The sight of him taking control stirs the fire in my stomach that he evoked in me last night.
I like this Benji.
“You don’t,” James admits. “It threw me off guard when I saw the empty restraint downstairs. That’s all.”
James appears as though his thoughts are scrambling. Like he’s gone through emotional whiplash. His anger at thinking I’d escaped quickly turning into surprise, finding out I hadn’t.
“I told you I wouldn’t run.” I say to James.
“You did.”
Examining my face with speculation, James looks torn. He still doesn’t know whether he can trust me.
“I gave you my word. I know you don’t trust me yet, but in time I hope that changes.”
Silence falls over the five of us for a moment until Harry clears his throat.
“Well, I’m going to go get ready. I’ve got to get a move on before all the deer disappear.”
“I need to go into town,” Benji chimes in. “Long journey, best get started soon.”
“I’ll start breakfast,” I say with a smile.
Collectively, the four of them turn and gaze at me with worried expressions.
I open my mouth to tell them I will be sure everything cooks thoroughly before I serve it, when Henry interrupts me.
“I’ll supervise,” he says, a smirk on his face.
With that, each of us scatter to different parts of the house, busying ourselves with our own tasks.
Benjamin
The journey into town takes about two hours both ways. It’s a pain in the ass, but we’d rather have longer to travel if it means living in a place where it’s not likely someone will find us. Rarely does anyone pass our house, way out in the thick of the woods. We’re miles from the beaten path.
Thankfully, I have a stomach full of delicious food that Henry and Jocelyn prepared for all of us, so I won’t go hungry. I didn’t want to leave her, but I promised her I would go into town and find her some proper clothing today. Plus, I have a few items that James has fashioned that he’d like me to sell to the blacksmith. I also have some meat from Harry’s last hunting trip to sell to the butcher.
Each of us has a particular skill that we’ve mastered since being out on our own. We learned quickly that we’d need to prove ourselves useful in order to make money. But more than that, we needed to foster relationships with others who sought what we could provide, and who wouldn’t ask questions so long as we held up our end of the partnership.
James is skilled with metal, so he is able to make different tools and weapons for the blacksmith to add to his stock. Harry and Henry are both masterful hunters. We’ll never go hungry so long as they’re around.
I pull my own weight, though I’m not quite as skilled at one thing like my brothers are. I’m usually the one left to do the cooking and cleaning. Once a week, I’ll go into town with more goods to provide to the blacksmith and the butcher. In return, they’ll give me our portion of the money they earned. It doesn’t bother me, too much. I’ve always felt like the glue that held us together.
As my horse carries me and my cart to the blacksmith, I notice that the
townspeople don’t seem to be carrying on as usual. There are groups of them, huddled around one another, their conversations seem almost frenzied. Knowing their business has nothing to do with me, I continue on to my destination.
Pulling up in front of the smithy, I tug on my horse’s reins letting him know I want to stop. I hop down and gather what I need from my cart, hauling it inside.
“Benjamin, good morning to ya,” Robert says when he sees me.
“Good day to you,” I respond. “I’ve got a few more items than usual with me this time.”
“Did you hear the news?” Robert ignores my question.
“No, I haven’t heard anything.”
The business of the townspeople has nothing to do with my brothers or I. I want to have as little to do with it as I can.
“The Princess has gone missing.”
Oh shit.
I try to control my facial expression, keeping my emotionless mask in place.
“Missing?”
It’s all I could come up with.
“Yeah. The King’s army came through here yesterday conducting all kinds of searches. They took a few people of interest who may have had a hand in her disappearance.”
“I—I had no idea.”
“Awful news. I mean, who would have the balls to want to hurt someone as beautiful and innocent as her? It’s just terrible.”
My chest tightens as a vision of her bent over the dining room table flashes through my mind. Her ass lit up with James’ angry, red handprint stamped all over her milky white flesh.
“The King is offering a reward for anyone with any knowledge of her whereabouts. It’s supposed to be pretty hefty, too.”
Robert walks to the back of his shop, picking up a piece of parchment and hands it to me. I gaze down at the flyer containing her description and information about the reward.
“Can I have this?” I ask him.
He nods.
“I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.”
It was all that I could think to say.
“I’m in a bit of a hurry today, if you don’t mind,” I change the subject, placing James’ items on the table in the middle of the shop.
“Of course, let me grab what I owe you and you can be on your way.”
“Thank you.”
Jocelyn
I’m hanging the wash out to dry as Henry walks around the yard, collecting kindling for the fire. Suddenly, I hear him cry out. My attention snaps to him and, before I’m able to stop myself, a loud burst of laughter escapes my lips. He’s slipped on some mud and landed on his back in the middle of the puddle. Shocked by my outburst, my hands fly to my mouth, stopping the sound from coming out. Henry stares at me, wide-eyed, across the shallow yard from me.
“I’m so sorry,” my demeanor grows serious, afraid that he’s going to be angry with me.
“You think this is funny?” he asks me with a stone-cold face.
“No.”
Rolling onto his stomach, he pushes himself up from the ground. His clothing is covered in the mess. Slowly, he walks toward me. I wait for him to chastise me for laughing when suddenly he reaches for me, grabbing onto my shirt and pulling me against him. When my body knocks into his, we lose our balance and fall over.
His fingers dig into my sides as he forces laughter from me.
“No! Stop! I hate being tickled!”
I thrash my body around, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but he’s rendered me useless.
“Good, consider this punishment for laughing at me.”
“I’m… sorry,” I say through waves of belly laughs. “Honestly… I didn’t… mean to.”
He slows the movement of his fingers and my body begins to relax a little. Then, he props himself on his side next to me as I lay on my back, struggling to catch my breath.
“That was fun,” he says, his eyes take hold of mine for a brief moment, before they roam my body.
“It was.”
“Now you’re as dirty as I am.”
It’s not lost on me that he means dirty in more ways than one. The mud on our clothing, yes, but also the depravity that runs deep in our blood.
“I suppose I am,” I answer quietly. “Hopefully Benji won’t be mad that I’ve dirtied another one of his shirts.”
He dips his head, placing his lips on mine and it’s as if a levy has been crushed by the weight of the water it’s supposed to hold. Instantly, my body is flooded with desire once again.
Does this feeling ever run out? I sincerely hope not, because I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough. Henry’s fingers find the hem of my shirt and he lifts it up past my waist. He lays his hand over my stomach before snaking it down my body, until he’s rubbing slow, gentle circles over the sweet spot between my thighs.
“I’m supposed to have the wash done before James gets home, remember?”
My breath hitches as I speak. I want to be here with him, but I don’t want to let James down either.
“Don’t worry about James. I’ll take care of him. But for now, I want to take care of you.”
“Who’s going to take care of me?” a voice sounds from the doorway leading out of the house.
My head snaps to my right and I lock eyes on Harry.
“Take care of yourself, you big oaf,” Henry shouts at him, jokingly.
I think.
The memory of my dream from last night hits me, then. Four hands roaming my body. Two tongues worshipping me.
Heat. Sin. Desire. Depravity.
Reaching a hand out in Harry’s direction, I let him know I want him to join us.
“Come.”
“I plan on it,” he cocks his eyebrow as he walks toward us, unfastening his pants.
Henry rolls over onto his back and lifts me up, placing my legs on either side of his head. On my knees, hovering over his twin, Harry drags my shirt over my head and fists my hair gently. He pulls my head back, so I’m looking up at him.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asks.
“No.” My cheeks heat as my eyes grow wide with fear and anticipation.
His eyes flare with desire at my admission. He pulls his pants down and takes a hold of himself. Rubbing his fist back and forth, I watch as it gets hard from his touch.
“I’ll guide you through it. Open up.”
I hesitate for a moment.
What if I do something wrong?
What if I hurt him?
What if it doesn’t feel good?
At that moment, Henry grips my hips and pulls me down, closing the distance between his mouth and my core.
“Oh,” I gasp as his lips close over my clit.
Harry takes advantage of my surprise and slides himself through my open lips.
We moan with pleasure at the same time. Henry thrusts two wet fingers inside of me as his lips continue to massage my clit between them. I close my eyes as I feel a wave of heat run through my body.
“Eyes open, Jocelyn. Remember?”
I open my eyes again and stare into his.
“I love watching your desire grow, the further Henry pushes you to the edge. Do you like his lips on your pussy?”
He tightens his grip on my hair as I try to pull away so I can answer him.
“Answer me, like this. Do Henry’s lips feel good when they suck on your clit like that?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“God, the way your voice vibrates over my cock. I could come down your throat right now.”
He holds out one of his hands, and I place mine in it.
“Cup my balls in that delicate hand of yours.”
He directs my hand to the place beneath his cock, and I gently massage them as he asks. A guttural sound escapes him as I roll them around in my palm. Looking down at me again, his stare bores into me as if I’m the only thing tethering him to this earth.
A moment later, I feel a warm substance coat the back of my tongue. I wasn’t expecting it, and I try pulling away again. Harry grabs the ba
ck of my head and pushes himself all the way to the back of my throat until I choke on him.
He holds me in place as I feel my breath leaving me. It feels like I’m drowning in the warm, salty liquid that came out of him. When I begin to gag, he finally pulls himself from my mouth, but still has a firm grip on my hair. Some of the stickiness he left behind falls over my lip and dribbles down my chin.
Inhaling deeply, I try pumping air back into my lungs. He tugs on my hair again, tilting my head back and forces my mouth closed.
“Swallow.”
Aroused by his sharp command, I comply instantly. Placing his mouth over mine, it feels as though he’s devouring me. Lapping up what’s left of him from my lips and chin, he releases his hold on me and I lose my balance.
Henry lifts his knees, and grabs hold of my hips again, keeping me from going anywhere. I allow him to support me as I lay back, still trying to catch my breath. It’s hard when my body quakes harder, the closer Henry drives me toward my release.
Harry reaches forward and takes a hold of my nipples. Flicking them, twisting gently, pinching each pebble, he’s sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit, helping Henry push me closer to the edge.
“Should we let you come?” Harry asks me.
“Yes.”
“Hmm… I don’t know. What do you think, Henry?”
With his lips still sucking away at my clit, he shakes his head no.
I whimper at the thought of not being able to come. Remembering back to last night, when I was put to bed with a fire still raging inside of me. I didn’t like it.
“Please.”
“Please what?” Harry asks, a smug look on his face.
Henry adds another finger inside of me and I cry out.
“Please don’t do that.”
“You’re going to need to be more specific.”
“Please let me.”
Henry’s fingers swirl faster inside of me, bringing me to the edge. I think they’ve changed their mind and he’s about to give me the push I need.
“If you come before we let you, you’re going to get yourself into more trouble than you did last night.”