Cook, Kris - Lillian's Rogues [An Eternally Three Novella] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lillian's Rogue's (lit)

  She looked at the space between the naked immortals, the place meant for her. Her stomach tightened.

  Feandan extended his hand in a gesture of invitation to begin, but she knew it to be a silent command to hurry it up.

  Everyone was waiting for her to drop her gown to the floor and reveal her naked body. Too bad. She wouldn’t undress, not until she got a better look at the two immortals.

  One step toward Titus made her jumpy, both inside and out. Even with the years of treatment as a prisoner of The Conclave, his body looked like he worked out at a gym a minimum of four or five hours every day. Thick biceps, thighs, chest, eight-pack stomach. His picture should’ve been next to the definition of ripped in the dictionary. She guessed him to be six-six or more. A giant. No, a monster.

  “You going to fuck with me or not, Lil?” Titus’s eyes narrowed, accusing.

  The phantom’s words were filled with ancient pain under sarcasm. The manacles around his wrists and ankles looked heavy and had left scars. Every line of his warrior’s body screamed pride, and yet he was restrained like the most dangerous animal—had been for three centuries. A seedling of sympathy for him lodged into a corner of her heart. She tried to shove it aside and focus once more.

  Lillian had been taught to hate all the enemies of The Conclave. Aunt Grace claimed the ancient writings in the Book of Timu were propaganda. But the sight before her looked sad, somehow wrong. How is this possible? Against her will, her sympathy grew.

  She saw a small lightning bolt fly over her shoulder into the center of Titus’s chest. His eyes closed tight, lids furrowing against the agony of the spell. The magical weapon had come from behind her.

  She turned around to face the spell caster. “That wasn’t necessary, Feandan.”

  “Not your call, is it? Perhaps you should study the book a bit more.” The corners of the asshole’s mouth turned up wickedly. “But take all the time you want. My duty is to make sure you are safe.”

  She’d disliked Feandan before, now she distrusted him. He hadn’t hurled that spell at Titus for her benefit, but because he liked to cause pain. His enjoyment of the phantom’s agony spilled all over his face. And tonight was only the first night. Sex with Titus and the other immortal would be repeated every time The Conclave needed power. That, too, was at Feandan’s discretion. And how often had he caused these immortals unnecessary pain?

  She considered asking how he’d failed to keep Suzanne safe, but didn’t. No telling what he’d do—and how he would hurt them—if she pissed him off more. “Please, I’ll hurry it up. But let me get acclimated, okay?”

  Feandan nodded, clearly pleased at her deference to him.

  Asshole!

  Lillian turned to the shade. He looked up at her, his chocolate brown eyes filled with confusion. If the chains weren’t enchanted, she believed his massive muscles would’ve easily allowed him to break free of the restraints.

  Bravely, she took two steps up to inspect the other immortal. “What’s your name, immortal?”

  His eyes locked in on her like a laser. She couldn’t look away. His stare made her weak in the knees with its intensity. She had the urge to run her fingers through his thick, brown hair.

  “Reno, miss.” His accent sounded thick with southern charm.

  All he needed was a cowboy hat and some tight jeans and he would be any woman’s dream of a man. But he wasn’t a man at all. Still, there was something about him that drew her. Why, she didn’t know, but there was no denying the heat permeating her flesh. As it had been with Titus, one glance and desire bubbled inside her.

  “Are you ready now, Lillian?” Feandan demanded.

  She couldn’t bear him sending another torturous spell into these two. “Yes. I’m ready.”

  Trembling, she knelt at Titus’s feet, where Reno stood with her back now to him. She glanced at Titus’s hard, thick cock. Her stomach went topsy-turvy. It’s now or never.

  Though still frightened, she guided her fingertips up Titus’s leg to his knee, but no further.

  She turned to Reno. His intense stare made her shiver. Continuing to touch Titus’s knee with one hand, she grabbed Reno’s calf with the other.

  “Tonight, immortals, I take your power for The Conclave.” She spoke the ancient words, and then stood, backing away from Titus and Reno. Her legs felt like two cooked noodles.

  Lillian hesitated, trying to calm her anxiety before moving to the next phase of the ceremony. Then she slipped out of the robe. The air hit her skin, causing goose flesh to pop up everywhere, though it didn’t have anything to do with the ambient temperature. She held the garment close to her body, bowing to the urge to cover herself from the clothed bloodliners, Feandan, and the two immortals, Titus and Reno.

  Titus’s eyes darkened. He looked surprised by her modesty, which made no sense. How many virgins stood in front of a roomful of people and disrobed, then impaled herself on two slaves until she climaxed? In nearly three hundred years, Titus should’ve seen plenty of hesitation during all the initiation ceremonies.

  Reno’s eyes betrayed the confusion brewing inside him. He had no idea what was about to happen. An urge to explain and beg him for forgiveness for what she was about to do rushed through her. I’m losing it my first day on the job.

  “Everyone leave us,” she commanded.

  Feandan smiled, then turned to the others. “An unusual request, but I approve. You heard the high priestess. Leave.”

  Trying to hide their confusion, the attendants bowed to him and to her, then exited.

  When the last of the faithful was out of sight, Feandan approached Lillian, wrapping his arm around her back. She inched away, nearly stepping on Titus, still clutching the robe to her body.

  “Don’t be shy, my sweet.” He tugged at the garment, and Lillian grasped it like a lifejacket.

  Feandan smiled indulgently, and trailed a finger over the exposed skin of her breast. “What a shame that your first time will be with these two. I promise, when I come to your bed for the transfer of energy, I’ll show you the pleasure a real man can give.”

  Titus scowled at her. “You’re untouched?”

  Well, of course. The ritual demanded it.

  Lillian frowned, “Haven’t they all been?”

  Titus scoffed.

  “Silence, phantom,” Feandan commanded. He turned to Lillian. “Finish the ceremony.”

  The high priest wouldn’t like her next request, but she knew that climaxing under his impatient stare would be impossible. “I want you to leave, too.”

  He shook his head. “Not happening.”

  “Am I high priestess?”

  “You are, but—”

  “But nothing. If I am to reach an orgasm during this tripling, then you must go. Now.”

  Feandan didn’t move. “It is not necessary for you to climax on your first attempt. There’s plenty of time for that.”

  But if I fail to reach orgasm and capture the immortals power in the next forty days and nights, I’m dead. You’ll make sure of that. “I know, but I want to give it my best effort.”

  “I’ve never thought of you as a risk taker.” Feandan smirked. “Have you practiced climaxing by yourself?”

  Her cheeks burned. “I’ve done everything a woman chosen for high priestess is commanded to do. Now, please leave.”

  “My presence shouldn’t be a factor for you if you’ve done the exercises.”

  “Feandan, you’ve no idea what it will take for me to orgasm.”

  “And you have no clue what these two are capable of should you make a mistake.”

  Perhaps Feandan was correct, but they were restrained so tightly they looked completely powerless. Feandan had already shown that he had no hesitation in using his power ruthlessly. If he didn’t leave her alone with them, she didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of reaching the required orgasm to siphon the power from the two immortals.

  “If I need help, I’ll call for you,” she placated. Whatever necessary to make
him leave. “Well, I’m not Suzanne. If I succeed, you and I—”

  “—will complete the Cavateerk, the ceremony of union between the high priest and high priestess. I’ll enjoy devouring your body.” Feandan cupped her ass, and though she hated his touch, Lillian resisted the urge to pull away. “All right, my sweet. As you wish.”

  “Treat her well or you know the consequences,” Feandan hissed at the immortals. Then he left.

  Lillian looked over at Titus and Reno, the strength of their massive bodies, their ready cocks. What would they feel like inside her, one inside her pussy, the other in her ass, rocking her to climax? Her belly flipped again. An ache settled deep between her thighs.

  Time to begin the final phase of the ceremony.

  Chapter 4

  1) These are the writings of Marcum, fifth high priest of The Conclave. 2) To keep the history of our order from our enemies, the immortal abominations, these pages have been sealed by great magic. 3) The spells and rituals of our blessed bloodline can be found in here. 4) My hope is that generations to come will add to these, providing a great wealth of weapons for our kind. 5) The book itself has been enchanted so that any lost bloodliner may be found by the holder of the book, if they know how to use it.

  The Book of Timu: Verses 1 through 5— of The Conclave’s 1622 additions to the book.

  * * * *

  Lillian dropped the robe. Her heartbeat ratcheted up, pulsing through her veins.

  “So you’re really a virgin.” Reno’s gaze held apprehension.

  “If you’re not bluffing, you will be the first,” Titus shot her a jaded glance.

  “That’s impossible.” She studied his face, looking for any sign of deception. “A high priestess must come to her initiation ceremony pure.”

  “I know your cult’s fucked up practices. I also know that you’re the first to come to me untouched.”

  His comment blew her mind. How could that be true? She’d heard the rumors about high priestesses secretly taking a lover before their ascension from Feandan. She’d always discounted it as his feeble attempt to get her into his bed. Had he been telling the truth?

  “So, high priestess, are you going to steal our energy or not?” Titus mocked.

  Lillian gulped and knelt next to them. Yes, I’m going to do this. She touched their cocks to get the connection started and the power flowing.

  Back and forth, one at a time, Lillian touched the tips of their erect dicks and uttered her first real spell. Its ancient words, if the caster spoke them correctly, would increase lust inside nearby immortals to an unimaginable level. She would feel it, too. The spell would create a little bubble of intimacy and pulse pounding lust if she managed it properly. Yet another reason to send The Conclave away. She’d never performed the spell before, never felt its effects, never been close to the edge of losing control. God, was this what happened to Suzanne?

  Titus’s eyes closed and his fist curled as Lillian felt a soft breeze brush her skin. Suddenly her nipples tightened and a low ache began deep inside her pussy. The spell was working.

  Reno’s breathing turned shallow. “Listen, sweetheart, this isn’t the way you should experience your first—” The immortal cowboy’s body went rigid as the spell took effect on him.

  Holy hell! This can’t be happening! Reno’s thoughts entered her mind.

  She jerked her hands back to her chest, covering her breast. She could hear his thoughts. That’s not possible. There’s nothing about this in the ceremony’s instructions.

  Try as she might to remember any single passage that mentioned such a thing, she couldn’t. Still, she couldn’t deny that she could read his mind.

  More of Reno’s unspoken words shot through her, What the fuck is going on? Pain and pleasure, b-but more pain. Fuck!

  Even through her own arousal, her heart hurt as she learned of Reno’s agony from his thoughts. The spell Feandan had taught her increased lust inside the caster, enabling the priestess to do her job, for what believer could want an abomination? Even with the spell in place, some priestesses could not get over their own hatreds. Lillian didn’t understand that. Her body was humming. But for the Rogues this spell brought both pleasure and suffering. Suddenly she wished she could take away their pain.

  Titus’s eyes opened, dark and accusing. “You’re a natural at this, high priestess. No wonder, since you come for a long line of persecutors. You’re hesitating. Are you struggling to finish what you came here to do?”

  “N-No. I mean, yes.” Lillian touched his cock again, her mind whirling. It felt different this time, warm and pulsing. It could give her what she needed to stop this ache. She had to stay in control. “Stop trying to confuse me, Titus.” She repeated the spell.

  Titus groaned against the pain of her magic, perspiration dotting his skin.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause you so much pain.” Even as she said the words, she bit back a groan. Another flood of arousal sped through her system. She’d never felt anything like it.

  He choked out, “Sure you did. L-like I said—you’re a natural.”

  If she’d been standing, she would’ve fallen to the floor. How could she be so cruel? All of her studies hadn’t prepared her for this. She closed her eyes, and thought of the Conclave’s additions in the book that her aunt made her memorize. Repeating one of the mantras, she hoped to get her resolve back. All immortals are evil. Over and over, until her breathing relaxed. But the words seemed hollow and false to her tonight. Titus and Reno were not monsters. Wrapped in the bubble of the spell with them, she was looking at these two men with different eyes. Sure, Titus was brooding and surly. Who wouldn’t be after all he’d been through? But underneath she sensed strength and loyalty. Reno was unreserved. What you saw was what you got. He was kind and charming. Feandan, who enjoyed dishing out torture, was the real monster.

  Her duty demanded she tell Feandan about hearing Reno’s thoughts, but she wouldn’t. The prick didn’t need another reason to torment the poor cowboy more.

  Why do I crave the woman? She’s my enemy, nothing else.

  Lillian gasped.

  These thoughts weren’t Reno’s. They were deeper and full of ancient suffering. They came from Titus. His pain shouldn’t matter to her and yet…she hated knowing of it, that she’d caused it. She tried to close her mind off.

  Had touching their dicks opened up their minds to her? Her pleasure-pain spell seemed to be fading, as their lusty gazes freely moved up and down her naked body. She shivered. Could they hear her thoughts, too? Please, no! Their faces didn’t show that they were eavesdropping on her mind, but could she really be sure?

  She closed her eyes and sent, Can you hear me, immortals?

  No response. She had to believe that meant they couldn’t or she would explode into a million pieces.

  The new heat filling her body must’ve been from the gathering power. A shimmering silver light surrounded Titus, and a grey smoke swirled around Reno. The magical energy was expanding in the cell.

  In the next few moments, she would lose her virginity when Titus and Reno penetrated her. The thought multiplied her nervousness. She doubted that she would reach orgasm tonight. Only one record existed in the book of a high priestess reaching climax during her initiation ceremony, even with a strong lust spell in place. Likely, she’d need two or three more attempts before she succeeded. Then she would have to master siphoning their energy into her. That would come even later. Still, if a true transfer did occur, she would be expected to provide them enough energy to sustain their existence, but not one speck more.

  Unable to stop her hands from trembling and too scared to care, Lillian touched the men’s cocks again. Thankfully, their thoughts didn’t rush in. If I can keep my head straight, I can do this.

  Per the book’s instructions, she focused on the two immortals, her body, this moment and nothing else, willing herself to forget about Feandan and the other witnesses in the next room. The world became still and quiet, but Lillian was far
from calm. Warmth suffused her as she tried to give into the spell.

  Moving between the two immortals, she straddled Titus, keeping her mound from touching his hard dick.

  “Lillian, I don’t know what’s going on, but this is nuts.” Reno’s chains rattled behind her. He had enough slack to crouch into a position for the double penetration, but no more.

  “Tell him what you’re about to do, high priestess.” Titus’s eyes mesmerized her. She could lose herself in those steel-gray eyes. What had this immortal seen? What wonders and bits of history had he witnessed before The Conclave chained him to the wall for all eternity?

  Got to keep my mind in check. She closed her eyes and recited the lessons Aunt Grace had taught her all those years ago. But even as she silently repeated several mantras, doubt crept in. Reno seemed innocent. Titus, though he’d likely participated in Suzanne’s murder, had suffered more than anyone should. Chained and abused for centuries. Wouldn’t anyone fight back for their freedom?

  “We’re going to…make love, all three of us.” The words tasted bitter in her mouth.

  Titus scoffed. “What you’re about to do has nothing to do with love, high priestess.”

  He was right, but she had no choice but to move forward. Like it or not, there was no stopping this travesty. All her life she’d been trained for this very moment. She sent her fingers into her folds nearly sighing in relief. She was so wet, so much wetter than she’d ever been. She’d played with herself before, adolescent fumbling while she fantasized, but she’d never felt anything like this. The two men watched her every move. Strange, but their eyes on her only increased her lust. Tingles danced over her skin like fireflies.

  With her left hand, Lillian reached back and gripped Reno’s cock, and with her right, she pressed her clit. His brown eyes pleaded with her like a starving man begging for crumbs, crushing her flat.

  A crazy thought took hold of Lillian. When the time came, what if she allowed Titus and Reno to stay in her body long enough until she knew they’d been satisfied? That would be less cruel. But hadn’t that been her predecessor’s mistake?