Shared Between Them

by Korey Mae Johnson

Draevan ground his teeth as he looked up and down her body. His mind was beginning to fill with a million sexy scenarios. It was impossible for him to keep his eyes off of her; the way the lamplight reflected off of her naked skin, her flat tummy, the bend of her waist. He wished he wasn't angry with her. He wished he could just wrap his hands around her waist, push her to the mattress, and feed himself deep into her.

  Unfortunately, letting her talk her way out of a good solid strapping was not a good precedent to set for their future. He pulled off the rest of his belt and doubled it over in his hands. “Bend. Over.”

  “Please no, Draevan. I'm—I'm tired, and I don't feel good…” She lowered her head.

  “That's what we'd thought! Yet you felt well enough to scale thirty feet down,” he argued, pointing towards the window.

  She raised her head, her eyes shifting around nervously. She was apparently trying to think fast. She looked over at Taric, who was standing and staring darkly at her, and then back at Draevan. “Then… If I have to get spanked… Can Taric do it?”

  Draevan dropped his belt-holding arm down to his side, feeling struck. A wave of emotion swept over him; emotions of jealousy and hate and anguish and self-loathing. Their marriage had barely begun, and she already preferred Taric? Draevan's shoulders slouched forward as he promptly began to pity himself that he'd already given his cousin enough of a foothold to be the more loved husband, one she'd trust more with her punishment, and probably everything else…

  Draevan was sure that, when he looked over at Taric, the man would be openly gloating, raising his chin, squaring his shoulders back, and looking very pleased with himself.

  That's not what he saw. When he glanced Taric's way, there was a vein pulsing from Taric's neck that he hadn't noticed in his entire life. The man was absolutely livid. Instead of being touched by her preference of disciplinarian, he had instead taken great offense.

  Come to think of it now, Draevan realized that the girl, most likely, merely thought Taric to be the more sensitive and weaker one of the two.

  Taric was rolling up his sleeves, his lips drawn over his teeth nearly like he was grinning. It was maniacal. “Let me,” Taric told him. “Just hold on.”

  “Where are you going?” Draevan asked, unable to figure it out until Taric soon returned with an ivory phallus in his hands. It was a bottom-plug; the strangest bauble amongst their treasure. Taric had been extremely amused when he'd found it and cleaned it thoroughly, joking that he would eventually be threatening his wife with it. “Oil that,” Draevan requested with a bit of a sigh.

  He didn't want to have to go there with her already; the bottom was supposed to be slowly broken in and savored, preferably well into the marriage when a level of trust had been approached. However, it couldn't be argued that she didn't deserve the shock of it. It would certainly make the punishment more pronounced. Besides, Draevan couldn't help but believe that, although it was nice to have a wife's trust and adoration, it was also good to have her respect and obedience.

  She was looking curiously over at Taric, and Draevan grabbed her chin between his fingers. Her attention instantly squared on him. Her eyes were wide and round as he gritted, “Bend over the edge of the bed.” He released his hand from her face and gestured for her to be quick about it.

  Her eyes darted back and forth nervously, hesitating more and more until he snapped, “Do it now, or so help me…”

  He didn't have to finish his threat to get her to believe him. She promptly turned and lowered her legs from the side of the bed until her pale white bottom was sticking out for both of their eyes to feast upon.

  Taric grunted in a way that made Draevan turn his head towards him where Taric was looking dead-straight at her, completely ignoring the bottom-plug he was oiling. Draevan cleared his throat, and Taric snapped back into awareness, but not before giving him an expression that said, 'Have you seen the goods on our wife or what?'

  When Taric approached and waved towards her, Draevan marched over to the far side of the bed and grabbed her hands.

  “Arch your bottom out,” Taric ordered Kyra, who didn't budge a notch. Her knees bent, actually, which lowered her bottom even more.

  “Please—let's just start over!” She was already trying to tug her hands away from Draevan, but he was happy to hold them firmly. She wanted this, he had to remind himself—she hadn't wanted him to punish her. She asked for Taric, so she would get him, simple as that.

  Maybe at the end of all this, she would realize that there were worse things than a spanking from him. He wouldn't be surprised if the next time she needed discipline, she'd seek him out first.

  * * *

  Gods above, Taric had never seen a more glorious bottom in all his days. Though, he hadn't seen many. Even when he took a working lady to… well, work on him… it was normally full-night, in places where he'd consider himself lucky if there was a candle in the room at all!

  But this wasn't just any woman's bottom—it was his. Well, theirs… This was his wife’s body. This was the bottom that he would be plowing into for the rest of his life. He couldn't wait for his life to begin!

  He turned the ivory phallus around in his hand and stepped forward. If her bottom hadn't already made him hard as a rock, the mere idea of seeing her squirm when she was violated in her most secret place would have. Perhaps it was perverted, but he didn't care; he was going to make her blush down to her toes.

  Taric got down on one knee behind her and put his hands on her bottom, gripping his hands on her wonderful, soft flesh. It wasn't lost on him how amazing it would surely feel when he rammed his member into her.

  She began to squeal and squirm as he spread her cheeks apart; that was before she even knew what was in store for her. His grip on her became a little punishing as he pressed the head of the ivory phallus to the tightly puckered rosebud of her anus.

  Screams began to deafen both of the men as she cried, “No! No, please! No! Stop it! Why?” as the mushroom head of the phallus penetrated into her reluctant, forbidden entrance. It wasn't too thick; certainly not as thick as either he or Draevan was, but that didn't matter to her. She was positively beside herself.

  “It hurts!” she whimpered, wiggling her bottom from side to side as much as she was allowed to. “It hurts! It burns! Please, Taric, sto-ho-hop!”

  Although it was oiled, her bottom was tight enough that it was giving the phallus a lot of resistance as Taric pushed it into her. Her opening widened to take on the girth. It was horribly erotic to watch, although she was whimpering like a wounded puppy now. Despite her whining and discomfort, her body was responding to the intrusion merely by moistening her hairless pussy lips. Her body was begging to be taken, and the smell of her sex was making his mouth water.

  She emitted a sob as the knot at the end of the phallus, thicker than the rest of it, pushed into her until it stopped at the hilt. “It hurts,” she moaned.

  “There's only so much more I can take before I lose all control,” Draevan warned, passing Taric his belt. “Get it over with.”

  “Kyra,” Taric said, standing back to his feet and doubling the belt over in his hands. “You were a very bad girl, weren't you?”

  Kyra’s shoulders shook as she continued to cry.

  “Kyra.”

  She sniffled and nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “You ran away from us. Twice. You betrayed our trust. Twice. We had to save your life. Twice,” he felt more exasperated with her after every word. Damn it all, she hadn't even needed to have spent the last month in the dungeons! Draevan and Taric would have happily protected her from that!

  She nodded more.

  “And what do we do with our naughty wife?” he asked her.

  She didn't answer until he repeated the question again, and then she whispered, “Um… They… You…” She swallowed.

  Draevan cut in. “We punish their naughty bottoms inside and out, don't we?” When he said that, he saw that even the back of her neck blushed in response. She
was ashamed, and her shame was delicious.

  “Please don't spank me,” she pleaded. “I can't take it! I can't! Take this—this thing—out! I beg you!”

  “Why would you want that? It's making this pretty little pussy of yours sopping wet,” Taric told her huskily, guiding his fingers over her plump, damp lips there. “You know what that means, Kyra?”

  She gave another whining moan, but shook her head.

  “It means that your body wants this. It’s getting itself ready to take a man’s cock.” She shuddered from the effect of his words. “Now stay still and try not to clench. This won't hurt as much if you learn to relax your bottom.”

  “Eeek!” she cried, wiggling her bottom about before the leather belt even landed on her skin. She certainly wasn't relaxed. He had a completely different style from Draevan, who delivered his punishments slowly and methodically. Taric, however, landed several slaps of the belt against her in a flurry, and then he let her catch her breath before he landed another five.

  Her bottom was now dashed with welts, and her scream was so loud her voice had broken. Her body was trembling. “I'll be good, I'll be good if you stop! I'm so sorry!” she murmured pitifully.

  He stopped to run a finger across one of the welts, but then when he glanced away he noticed that Draevan had let go of her hands and was now talking gently to her. “You are our most glorious possession,” he told her softly. “Don't scare us to death by risking your life. You don’t yet understand how important you are. You’re irreplaceable, Kyra. “

  Her lip trembled in reply before fresh tears squeezed from her eyes. “I'm sorry,” she told him, her voice hoarse.

  “Me, too,” Draevan told her, then stood up, his expression all business. “On your knees.”

  She made a show of slowly pulling herself to her knees and moved her bottom away from Taric, giving him a betrayed expression, but when she looked back at Draevan, she nearly fell backwards on the bed. Draevan was unbuttoning his breeches before her, and how she hadn't seen it coming, Taric couldn't guess.

  Taric could be well-described as a voyeur. Certainly, he liked having acts performed on him, but there was also an inherent satisfaction of watching women try to please Draevan. This worked well because Draevan, since they were teenagers, was so big-headed he claimed he performed better with an audience.

  The view this time was picture-perfect because their wife, even though she wasn't innocent, was at least virginal, and the girl still seemed to be trying to hold the scraps of what was left of her pride together.

  She was going about that all wrong. Their own personal desires in bed wouldn't support a girl with stern pride; they needed a submissive slut, and they simply weren't above creating one from scratch. It was part of the plan—one they had spent a long time hatching up with each other as they searched the forest for Kyra.

  Pride was for outside the bedroom, hopefully reserved for her role as wife and eventually mother, and the sooner she realized that, the better things were going to be.

  As Kyra jerked her body back, Draevan grabbed her wrist and stuck it boldly into his breeches. From her expression, one might think he just made her stick her hand into a snake pit.

  Taric barely held back a laugh as he thought that, in a matter of speaking, that's exactly what Draevan had done.

  “Feel that?” Draevan asked her huskily, his hand continuing to keep hers gripped to his cock. After she tried more violently to pull her hand away, he gritted his teeth, “Keep it there, darling, because your job is to pleasure it. You'll be pleasuring it with your pussy, mouth, and ass before you know it, but we'll start with your hands. I'd get used to it if I were you.”

  “No,” she hissed, and tried to grab her hand back once again.

  Draevan grumbled and let her go. “Taric, she needs another fifteen,” he suggested, waving at her.

  Her hands flew back behind her bottom. “No, no, no!” she pleaded, but Taric obliged Draevan, kneeling up on the bed and grabbing ahold around her and raked out fifteen more stripes against her bottom.

  Her bottom rocked side to side during the quick onslaught, and the fifteen came down upon her so quickly she didn't quite have time to breathe until it was all over.

  “I hate you both!” she sniffled. “You can't make me do this. I'm an elf, don’t you understand? I'm too good for this!” Well, at least she didn't mince words!

  Taric raised an eyebrow at Draevan and then reminded her that they could indeed make her do this, and that the life they offered her was far better than what was ever offered to her by her kindred. “You might be an elf,” he added, “but you're ours first! You have duties!”

  “No,” she cried in protest, shaking her head.

  “Taric?” he said, waving to her bottom, which was already as red as a cherry.

  She hustled to her knees again, only now she grasped her hands toward Draevan and clumsily opened the last button of his breeches, which sprang his entire length free from its confines.

  Her shoulders slumped when she saw with her eyes what she was going to be dealing with for the rest of her life—it was surely larger than she'd hoped. After a moment, however, she reached forward and, with hesitation like she might have if forced to pet a scorpion, wrapped her delicate fingers around it.

  “Mercy,” Draevan rasped, then looked up at the ceiling as if he was suddenly drunk with pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of hair roughly, but then dragged his thumb across her temple in an attempt to pet her. “Good girl.”

  When he did that, Taric noticed that her nipples tightened to tiny pink pearls. Interesting—she was getting aroused even more by that treatment. He lowered himself behind her, wanting to discover if his hypothesis was correct.

  Draevan was guiding her hand across his length to teach her how he liked to be stroked, and Taric moved his large hands around to her front, stretching his fingers across the belly that would soon carry his seed. “You like touching his cock, don't you?” he rasped in her ear, reaching up to boldly close his fingers across ones of her puckered pebbles. “You were a bad girl, weren't you? But now you can be our naughty little slut…” he sucked one of her earlobes into his mouth and nibbled on it. “Later you can be our good little wife. Now, don't you feel empty, like you're missing something? Wouldn't it feel good being filled with our flesh? Soaked with our seed, having it stream down your thighs…”

  Hell, the imagery was making his mouth water. He dipped his finger into her pussy, but he didn’t have to feel inside of her to find her wetness. Even her inner thighs were beginning to show her desire. “That's it, baby. Daddy knows what his little slut likes, doesn't he? We're gonna take good care of you.”

  He wouldn't have been so confident, he was sure, if her body wasn't already beginning to ease against his, molding to him like a juicy peach. He brushed against her clitoris and felt her whole body shudder with expectation. He felt his own muscles tense with desire, his mouth salivating from her reaction to him. This was turning out much better than he had anticipated. “Keep stroking him, little one,” he growled lustily. “And your husband there would like you to give it a little kiss. Wouldn't you like to make him happy like a good girl? Hmm?” He pinched her nipple, and she panted.

  She gave a whimper, leaned forward, and put her face towards Draevan's cock. Draevan hissed out a curse as she hovered her lips over the tip of his cock and then lowered them to it.

  “Use your tongue like a good girl, and I'll pull out your plug,” Taric promised, and Draevan certainly seemed to welcome the sudden vigor that Kyra unleashed. She wrapped a second hand around his cock, right near the base, and flicked the soft skin with her tongue.

  Draevan roughly combed his fingers through the roots of her hair, obviously pleased. Taric continued to sensually move his fingers through her folds, teasing her hard nub there.

  “Here,” Draevan rasped to her. “Take this into your mouth, and suck.” She did, nervously at first, but then with more confidence. Draevan groaned, then ordered gruffly, “Look
up at me… That's a good elfling.”

  Taric kissed her shoulders all the way across, then her neck, moving slowly and laboriously. Eventually, he grabbed at the edge of the bottom plug. “Relax,” he cooed to her, then slowly dragged it out of her.

  Her body froze, and she stopped sucking. But immediately Draevan hissed, “Not now! Keep going—gods!”

  Taric had frozen too; he had suddenly been overcome with a need so rich that he almost came in his trews… He had never done that before; not without touching himself. He had never just come like that… It was startling, and it took him a moment to right himself enough to continue to pull out the plug. “Were you close to coming?” he gently teased her, trying to keep himself from panting. He stopped playing with her until the plug was completely out. “Not yet, little elfling. I want to be inside you when you come.”

  She moaned around Draevan's cock as soon as the plug was out of her bottom, closing her eyes with happy pleasure. “Don't worry,” Taric said in her ear. “That was a little big for your first time, but you'll get used to it.”

  Her eyes cracked open again, her expression slightly panicked.

  “Oh, yes,” Taric purred at her, teasing her bottom-hole with the tip of his thumb. “This bottom is ours, elfling. And you'll learn that we own it, and then you'll learn to love it. I promise you.” She moaned at his teasing touch again, and Draevan groaned as the vibration of her moans was putting him in a desperate state of bliss.

  Taric spread her legs and came behind her. He made quick eye-contact with Draevan. “She'll never be more ready. I have to take her,” he told Draevan before offering graciously, “Unless you want to be her first?”

  “I couldn't… stop… if I wanted to…” Draevan panted.

  Taric undid his trews, grasped his length in his hand, and put the smooth head of it to her entrance, slicking it up and down, lubricating his staff with her wet heat. He kissed the small of her back, then reached around with his other hand to continue playing with her. “My pretty little toy,” he growled under his breath. He felt her begin to writhe against his fingers before he grabbed her around the waist and pushed the head of his member in. He heard her squeak around Draevan's cock, and when he looked up he could see that Draevan was keeping her mouth on him by grabbing a fistful of her hair.