“Seventeen, Sir. Commander.” Her entire body hummed like a jet, readying for takeoff.
Titus leaned down. Now they were face to face.
He cupped her chin. “You did great, Lillian.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
His lips skimmed over hers. Then he released her chin and mouth and stood up.
“Reno, I want to fill up her hot cunt, tonight.”
“That’s perfect, since I’ve been dreaming of plunging into her tight behind.”
She felt Reno spread her ass cheeks wide, and he dove into her with his tongue while Titus’s hand glided up and down her shoulders and back. Their handling over her body thrilled her. Until now, she’d never really felt like she belonged to anything or anyone. She couldn’t deny the truth. She belonged to Titus and Reno.
She heard Titus rustling through one of the other sacks he’d brought earlier. “Use this lube on her, Reno.”
The plastic container’s lid popped loudly. Then, she felt Reno apply its slick contents to her backside entrance. One finger entered her. She tensed.
“Relax,” Titus whispered in her ear. “You’re doing great.”
Another finger. In and out. The more Reno drilled into her with his digits, the more she wanted. God, I need his dick inside me.
Reno sent, I want to be inside your pretty little cunt, Lil.
He pulled her down the bed until her hips were half-on and half-off the mattress. Standing behind her, he held onto her thighs so her legs and feet remained off the bed and floor of the cavern. He didn’t waste any time and slid deep inside her, past her cheeks. He filled her past the brim. She closed her eyes tight, feeling the pressure.
“Breathe, prisoner,” Titus commanded.
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
In a few seconds, everything changed from overflowing to exploding. All resistance in her body vanished, leaving only hot, silky want. How can I hold back my orgasm?
“You will. You must.” The softness she’d heard earlier in Titus’s tone had gone. Now, he sounded demanding and hungry!
Reno increased his pace in and out of her backside. “Fucking unbelievable. She’s so tight. So hot. Fuck!”
He reared back, plunged in again.
Lillian wiggled her hips, hoping to drive him even wilder. It must’ve worked as she heard him growling behind her and his new strokes inside her were more intense and faster.
“Open your eyes, Lillian.” Titus commanded.
“Yes, Sir.” When she did, his face was right in front of her. He smiled.
“Ready to come?”
“Yes, Sir but—” She stopped. He hadn’t asked her to elaborate. But Reno taking me from behind isn’t a tripling.
“You’re correct, it isn’t. Still, I’m adding five more to your paddling count. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Shade, slow down.
Gotcha. But I can’t hold back much longer.
Together, they rolled her on her side and then on top of Reno, his cock remaining inside her. Reno’s muscled body cradled her back, and his hands slid down her side’s curves.
“Fuck, yeah!” Titus smiled down at her. “That hot pussy you got, prisoner, is so inviting.”
Titus leaned down and dined on her mound. She felt her sex pulse over and over. When he sucked on her clit, she almost gave into her pending orgasm. Almost.
Don’t do it. Not yet. Titus sent.
He leaned up and moved his body over hers, positioning his cock’s tip between her pussy’s swollen lips. A thin layer of pleasure sweat dotted up on her skin. Please, Sir! I need you in me.
Titus plunged his dick into her depths, down to the spot that sent a ricochet of hot pressure throughout her body. He leaned down and kissed her. Not a sweet embrace, but a possessive, commanding embrace. Her body lurched from where Reno’s cock pierced her and Titus’s dick filled her.
Titus ended their kiss and began plowing into her like a man on a critical mission. Reno’s possession of her backside came with delicious plunges.
In and out. Over and over. Taking her higher and higher.
Silver light and gray smoke appeared. Then she saw red light skating outward from her body. Silver, gray, and red coalesced together. The colors blended, changed. Grew brighter.
She used her inner muscles to clamp down on the two cocks inside her. She wanted to please her immortals as much as they had pleased her.
“You both close?” Reno asked. “God, I am.”
His words aroused her even more. Feeling their joint assault inside her, remembering her delicious punishment, pushed her so close to orgasm.
“I’m close, too,” Titus answered.
“So am I, Sir. Commander.”
“Not yet, my prisoner.” Titus breathed heavily. “Not yet.”
A moan slipped past her lips. She shot her hands up and circled his neck, holding on for dear life as her orgasm inched forward inside her.
More strokes. Faster. Deeper. Her body buzzed with a million honeybees.
“Lillian, you belong to me and Reno.” Titus’s tone had softened once again, but his drilling in her didn’t. “You understand?”
That took her to the edge of her willpower. “Yes, Sir.” She prayed he would let her orgasm.
“Come for me, prisoner.”
“Y-Yesss, Sir.” Her climax rocked her like a Cat-Five hurricane coming ashore. Her rainbow vibrated in her mind.
Titus and Reno plowed one last time into her with their dicks, shooting their liquid deep into her pussy and ass.
“Fucking A!” Reno yelled.
Titus closed his eyes. Lillian watched his facial muscles tighten, then relax.
She enjoyed the afterglow of their tripling. Her body hummed softly. After a bit, she heard Reno’s breathing change. Evidently, he’d fallen asleep.
“Lillian?” Titus’s tone sounded so gentle.
“Yes, Sir.”
“For now, call me Titus.”
“Yes, Titus.” His name felt wonderful on her lips.
“Lillian, I hated my imprisonment more than you can know. It changed me.”
“I’m so sorry for what you had to suffer, Titus.” Her heart ached for him. She couldn’t imagine how he’d endured so much suffering. She sobbed, feeling tears streak down her cheeks.
“No, Lillian. Don’t cry for me. I would live through the last two centuries again, knowing you’d be there at the end to free me. I love you, my prisoner.” He pulled her in close.
“I love you, Sir. I’ll always love you.”
She closed her eyes. Her immortals were locked together with her body, mind, and heart, into a Perfect Triad. Nothing could spoil that.
Feandan’s voice jolted her. “Hello, Lillian.”
Chapter 11
Titus felt the rage roll through him, but he couldn’t move. Not even an inch. “I’ll kill you, Feandan.”
“I don’t think so. Have you already forgotten what spells I’m capable of performing?”
A portal to Titus’s old cell floated next to the high priest and The Conclave soldiers he’d brought with him.
“How did you get a portal here? You’ve never been here before.”
“True. But The Conclave keeps good records. I found a document from 1847, describing your capture in full detail, including where you’d been found. I guessed that would be your hideout. So, by narrowing it down to that, a simple location spell to get a fix on you was easy. Then, the portal.”
Arrogant prick. Titus imagined squeezing the life out of him with his bare hands.
Reno’s thought shot to him. Titus, I can’t move, either.
Lillian, what about you?
She trembled beneath him. A little.
“Hello, bitch.” Feandan smirked. “I can’t wait to chop you up into little tiny chunks and drop your remains in the ocean for the sharks to feed on. But I will take my time. First, I will enjoy fucking you. Then, I think I’ll chop off your toes.”
A protective fury multiplied in
side him. He used it to increase his focus in on his silver sphere of power. Feandan knew they’d tripled but couldn’t know that they were a megaton Perfect Triad bomb. Perhaps that would give him and Reno an advantage. It had to. He couldn’t let the high priest torture Lillian. He knew too well what horrors The Conclave could meet out, and Feandan was one of its most prolific students.
“Execute me if you want, but don’t torture them.” Lillian’s voice didn’t falter. “The escape was my doing, not theirs.”
“Where’s my book?” Feandan’s face darkened. “Tell me that, and I might make your death swift.”
Reno, can you access your power?
I think I can.
Titus sent, Lillian, you have your rainbow. You know how to use it?
Not really.
Try.
Yes, Sir.
“Well?” the high priest asked.
Titus took most of his power, left just enough to keep him out of the Ether, and sent it flying to The Conclave guardians. He watched a gray smoky sphere shoot out from Reno at the same group.
All but Feandan and two others fell on the ground in pain. Those who had fallen screamed and then went silent. The paralysis of Feandan’s spell melted away. Titus jumped up, waved his hand, and the two companions of the high priest turned to ash, dusting the ground with their remains.
Feandan glared at him. “Yak-lisak-blusto-wan-wan-wan.”
When he finished the last syllable, Titus felt a giant ball of pain in the middle of his chest that doubled him over. By the sound from Reno, he, too, suffered from the high priest’s spell.
“Sir. Commander. Are you all right?”
Titus tried to choke out an answer for her, but all he could produce was incomprehensible grunts. Feandan’s pain spell grew inside Titus like an exploding nova.
“Release them, Feandan, and I’ll show you where the book is hidden.”
“No deal, traitor.”
Guys, I’m going to try something. Do you think if I send this rainbow power into each of you, you could access it?
Worth a try, honey.
Do it, my sweet prisoner. Send us your power.
He watched her eyes close.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. I’m the high priest. I know more spells than you can even dream of. Send me your best shot, Lillian. I’ll turn it on you so fast you won’t even know what hit you.”
Feandan began mumbling some ancient bloodline spell, “Disos-Comek-Parnle.” Must’ve been a big one since his chants went on and on.
Nothing changed. Titus curled his fingers into fists. If the high priest finished the incantation, all hell would break loose and Lillian would be dead.
Together they could stop him, but they had to act now.
Titus sent, Believe in yourself, Lillian. You have the power. Use it.
Suddenly, the pain left Titus’s body and energy flowed into him like a flood from Lillian. His silver sphere grew a size that amazed him. The gray smoke swirling around Reno let Titus know that she’d sent power into the shade, too.
Feandan’s eyes widened, but he continued the spell, “Rotarnel-Begso.”
He and Reno sent magical bombs at the high priest. He didn’t finish the spell, and it flitted to a halt.
Titus lurched forward. Feandan screamed and tried to jump into the portal to escape. No luck for the bastard. Reno knocked him to the floor and stood over him.
Feandan created a dagger from the magic he’d stolen from Titus and others over the years. He chunked it at Reno, who deflected it with ease. Another dagger appeared in his hand. Another toss. A miss. And another. Then the prick got back to his feet. Feandan looked at Lillian, and his face darkened.
“Enough!” Titus bulldozed into the high priest, knocking him to the floor.
“Mercy, phantom!” Feandan begged. “Have mercy!”
“What do you think, shade?”
Reno shrugged. “Your call, buddy.”
Lillian screamed, “Look out!”
Titus turned just in time to see Feandan try to shove The Conclave’s dagger into his chest. He knocked it out of the high priest’s hand into the air. Gravity took hold of the blade, and the weapon’s descent ended in Feandan’s carotid artery, slicing it wide open. The high priest’s eyes went saucer like as blood poured out of him.
Titus’s tormentor was dead.
Chapter 12
3) Blessed is the human who finds love in the arms of two Rogues.
The Book of Timu: Verse 3—Chapter 15
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Lillian donned the silver choker that Titus and Reno had given her over four months ago. It was the only thing they allowed her to wear inside their new home. No clothes. No shoes. Only the choker. Outside? Well, that depended.
Using old Rogue contacts, Titus had been able to purchase five hundred acres in West Texas. A very remote place. He didn’t want a new Conclave high priest to have a chance to find her. Reno had been thrilled. Though he couldn’t recall much of his mortal life, he’d remembered he worked with livestock before he’d become a Marine. Titus thought it would be a good idea to have some cattle to keep up appearances for any nosy locals.
Lillian suspected Titus liked ranching more than he could admit. He’d use any excuse to saddle up his horse to check one of the fences, a well, or the herd.
She heard the door open and then the footsteps of her immortals.
“Is that fried chicken I smell? She knows just how to please us. Where is my sexy little prisoner?” Titus asked, his tone full of mirth and mischief.
“I’m in here, Sir.”
“I smell apple pie, too.” Reno laughed. “Get in here, babe.”
“Yes, Commander.”
When she entered the living room, the sight of them thrilled her. They looked so sexy in their cowboy hats, western shirts, tight jeans, and dusty boots. She fell to her knees and trembled with desire for the two immortals that had changed everything for the better for her.
She lowered her eyes and said, “I live to serve you, Sir and Commander.”
Titus spoke first. “Look at me, my prisoner.”
She obeyed. His gaze was soft and warm. He sent her a wide smile and put his hand on her shoulder. “Lillian, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Me, too.” Reno stepped up and cupped her chin. “I couldn’t be happier.”
Neither could she.
“Are you hungry?”
She giggled and reached out and placed a hand on each of their crotches through the denim. They were already hard. An expectant tingle shot through her pussy.
“Naughty prisoner. I think you should be punished.” Titus grinned.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I think Lillian has the right idea, Titus. Dinner can wait. I’m hungry for something much more satisfying.”
“I need a shower, first.”
“You want to scrub us clean, Lil?”
“Yes, Commander. Please.”
Her two immortals carried her back into the bathroom, caressing her along the way. Eternity would be just fine with her two Rogues.
THE END
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