by Ines Johnson
She’d always known that her true love existed out there in the world. She believed it with every fiber of her being.
When she met Dain, she believed it was him. And she was right. Dain was the first person to love her. But that love remained in the realm of friendship, a deep friendship that she treasured still in his absence.
The love that she shared with Jian was her reward for all of her girlish faith and beliefs.
Chanyn looked into Jian’s eyes. Those deep, soulful eyes. Eyes that she knew saw directly into her own soul. Eyes that read her deepest desires, her sacred secrets. Eyes that narrowed as they realized where Chanyn’s mind now wondered.
Chanyn’s gaze tilted from Jian’s eyes, back down to his erection. She hadn’t tasted Jian since their first night together, though she’d thought of it often. Every night they all were together, the two males set the agenda barely allowing Chanyn to do more than swivel her hips and clutch at their backs or the bed sheets.
Not tonight.
While Khial gave her a breather, Chanyn reached for Jian. Her hand landed on the drawstring of his pants. Her eyes asked for permission.
Jian hesitated, but the desire in her eyes was reflected at her in his. In the end, he loosened the ties of his pants and let them fall. Chanyn’s hand wrapped around his strong throbbing cock. As though bidden, Jian stepped closer to her and knelt one knee on the bed.
He was soft, hot and throbbing in her hand. She traced a vein pulsating along his shaft. His breath turned to soft pants.
Chanyn reached out her tongue and gave him a lick. A low moan sounded, but it didn’t come from Jian. Chanyn cast her eyes down the bed.
Khial watched her, rapt. His head still between her thighs. His lips glistening with her juices. His mouth open. She saw his tongue poke out as though it mimicked her movements.
Her lips closed around the head of Jian’s cock head.
All three of them moaned.
Jian threw his head back, his hips arching into Chanyn. Khial’s head disappeared once more between her thighs.
Chanyn stroked Jian with her mouth while Khial’s tongue played along her labias. The lower half of her body undulated, causing her head to naturally bob up and down on Jian’s erection. She took Jian deeper and deeper into her throat.
Khial spread her thighs, stopping her undulations. He ground his tongue deeply into her sex. A layer formed between Khial’s tongue and her sex. A wet layer. She couldn’t tell if it was from Khial’s mouth or herself. Probably a mixture of both as he laved and she opened wider for him, releasing everything to him.
His tongue no longer flicked at her. It stroked up and down, she sensed him swallowing her down into his throat.
With the lower half of her body immobile under Khial’s hands, Chanyn rose the top half of her body up until she swallowed Jian whole. Jian pulsed on her tongue, against the insides of her cheeks. She breathed slower, trying to still her gag reflex.
Down below she felt Khial’s warm breath as he breathed her in. She knew both males loved the scent of her. She felt Khial’s nose on her sensitive, engorged clitoris. His nub rubbed hers. With his fingers, Khial spread her even wider. She felt him cock his head to the right and suck her right labia into his mouth, his tongue and lips working as though sucking the bones of his dinner.
Chanyn began swiveling her hips, arching into Khial’s mouth while sucking Jian’s cock. She felt another climax building, building. She moaned, her cheeks hollowing out.
“Aww.” Jian pulled away.
It startled both Chanyn and Khial.
“Teeth, my love.”
Chanyn had become so excited she’s grazed Jian with her teeth. She couldn’t see exactly where. His cock was flushed all over. Jian rubbed his length.
Khial chuckled.
Chanyn looked up at Jian with wide eyes that begged him to let her try again.
Jian looked to Khial whose forearms were still wrapped around Chanyn’s thighs. It was by Khial’s machinations that Chanyn had lost herself and nearly taken a bite out of Jian. Khial rose an eyebrow as though to tell Jian to take his chances because he wasn’t about to hold back. With a sloppy grin on his glistening mouth Khial returned to work.
Jian turned back to Chanyn. He kept his hand at the base of his cock and offered her the tip.
She kissed the tip. Then she traced circles around the tip of Jian’s cock. She felt his fingers as he pumped his base. She let her hands explore the heavy sacks below his cock.
Before long Jian closed his eyes and was trembling once more.
Not to be outdone, Khial inserted two fingers into Chanyn’s core, never ceasing the actions of his tongue on her labia and clitoris.
As though there had been no interruption, Chanyn’s climax built quicker. She relaxed her lips. Her tongue still laved at Jian as she moaned.
Jian’s movements told her that he was close as well.
Her cries became helpless one’s as she gave herself over to them both; Khial at her core and Jian in her mouths.
Allowing Jian to move his penis over her tongue and lips.
Allowing Khial to lift her hips off the bed into his mouth.
One of Chanyn’s hand dug into Khial’s scalp. The other hand dug into Jian’s ass. She was at the edge of a cliff. One more step and she would fly free, higher than she’d ever soared.
Chanyn didn’t hesitate. She took a step and leaped with abandoned.
She landed so softly. Khial had her hips in both of his hands. Jian griped her head with one hand and held her hand with the other.
Chanyn’s second orgasm nearly doubled her over. This time she did mind her teeth as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked Jian into her mouth. Her climax burst forth.
Jian pulled out of her mouth, his hands continued to pump.
Khial rose to his knees and watched the two of them. Chanyn saw the satisfied grin on his face as he watched his husband and wife climax together.
Jian leaned down and kissed her gently.
Chanyn felt spent. Her entire body heavy. Satisfied with her reward for the night, she allowed sleep to pull her under.
Chapter Three
Jian had been dreaming of Chanyn’s lips for months. Since the first and only time she’d taken him into her mouth. It was taboo for a woman in today’s society to do such a thing. But Chanyn was born and raised outside of proper society. Though she’d taken great pleasure in the act the first time, Jian hadn’t dared asked her to do it again. Not even after she became his wife.
Tonight when he realized her intentions, he couldn’t get his pants off fast enough. Even after the accidental bite, he couldn’t keep himself from her mouth. The sight of it, of her, of her plump limps wrapped around his cock was exquisite. Her tongue soft and gentle. So unlike a man’s touch.
Men were rougher in their love making. They knew the other man’s body could take it, would crave it. But Jian loved the gentleness of Chanyn’s touch. He reveled in the softness of her body, the care that it took to love her and bring her to orgasm. But he also craved the fierceness of man.
While Chanyn’s tongue tentatively tasted the underside of his cock head, Jian cast a glance down at the valley of her thighs where Khial lay. Khial’s tongue flicked in rhythm to Chanyn’s licks. As if called, the other man’s blue eyes rose to Jian’s
They stared at each other, transfixed. Khial lapped, Jian being sucked.
Khial’s eyes shot away from Jian’s, and widened. Before Jian could set his mind to wonder, a deep groan escaped his throat.
Chanyn had gotten over her tentativeness. Her lips slid further down Jian’s cock. Jian shuddered. He grabbed the headboard to steady himself, lest her impale the woman he loved.
Jian bowed his head as Chanyn gorged herself on him, taking him deeply into her mouth.
From the corner of his eye, Jian saw Khial’s mouth cover Chanyn’s entire bud and suck.
Chanyn slowly pulled away from Jian’s cock, her lips sucking hard at her retreat.
Khial’s lips did the same to Chanyn’s core. Her folds slowly sliding from his mouth.
It caused Chanyn to moan. The sound reverberated through Jian and he groaned. His eyes closed in ecstasy at the feel of her mouth. When they opened again he saw Khial gazing at him.
Jian’s hips moved, thrusting slightly into Chanyn’s mouth.
Khial lapped at Chanyn’s core in time to Jian’s thrusting.
The combined sight and feel sent Jian over the edge, just behind Chanyn’s own orgasm.
He pulled away from Chanyn, not wanting her first time at oral to include the taste of his seed. If women of this time didn’t enjoy the taste of a man’s cock in their mouth, the taste of his seed on their tongue was unthinkable.
Jian continued to pump himself with his own hand. When he looked down at his wife, the disappointment he saw in her eyes at his withdrawal warmed him. He loved the taste of her sweetness. The thought that she might be interested in sharing the experience excited him.
Next time, his eyes promised her. She smiled in understanding.
Jian leaned down and kissed the woman who held his heart. It was still a dream that he was able to touch her at any time he desired without needing to seek permission. These last months, holding her every night, had never gotten old.
He’d missed Khial in their bed this last week. Jian had been getting home late. He’d assumed Khial would warm the bed next to her. By the second night, Jian assumed Khial was still afraid to be with Chanyn on his own. He remembered their first encounter and how Khial had come seeking Jian’s help immediately after. But these past few months, after they’s all been bonded, Khial had excelled at pleasing their wife.
If he had not been born a first son, Khial would have made an excellent hound. But as it was Khial was a musician. His hands played Chanyn’s body like a fine instrument. Khial had no reason to be worried about his performance. And so by the fourth night, Jian began to suspect Khial’s absence was due to something all together different. Perhaps the man didn’t believe he was welcome.
Chanyn wasn’t one to hide her emotions. She had professed her love for Jian within a week of their meeting. Jian knew Chanyn felt deeply for Khial. Jian himself had developed a tender spot for the male after Khial had come seeking Jian’s help to please the woman he loved. That same night, the tender spot that Jian developed for Khial went lower into his loins. It had been a long time since Jian had had a male lover. He’d made no advances towards Khial, the male had been grieving the loss of the love of his life for these last months, while adjusting to a new wife, a new husband, and expecting a child.
Jian looked again at the male. Disappointment was written clearly on his face. Jian followed his gaze to the top of the bed. Their wife slept soundly after her two orgasms. He couldn’t help but smile. It was common for a woman still in her first trimester of pregnancy to tire easily. Bed sport was a rigorous activity.
But Jian could chuckle, he’d had a release. Poor Khial was hard as a rock at the end of the bed. There had been heat in Khial’s eyes while he watched Chanyn take Jian into his mouth. Heat and a twinge of guilt. Jian wanted to let Khial know that it was okay to want him, to seek him out.
An idea struck Jian.
“Let’s let her sleep.” Jian rose from the bed. “I have some ointments to help relieve your stress in the bathroom. Let me tend to you.” He extended his hand to Khial.
Khial hesitated a moment, staring between Jian’s hand and Chanyn’s still exposed core. Khial reached down and covered their wife and then preceded Jian into the bathroom.
Once inside, Khial looked around as though he’d never been in the room before. He backed into away, looking cornered.
“I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you.” Khial scratched at his chest, the right side where his heart lay. “Its just you’ve been gone every night this week and I…”
They both glanced down at his straining cock.
“But I did everything you taught me,” Khial continued. “I thought I had hurt her at first, but I didn’t. She actually was enjoying it-“
“Khi.”
The other male stopped talking. It was the most Jian had heard him speak since knowing him.
Khial crossed his arms over his chest, not quite meeting Jian’s eyes.
Jian closed the door. His naked ass resting against the hard wood of the frame. Khial still had his clothing on. His shirt was open, baring his glorious brown chest. His pants were tented, hiding a firm erection that must be killing.
“You don’t have to explain,” Jian took a step towards him. “I trust you completely.”
Khial scratched at his heart again, and then his thigh. “You are an excellent instructor. No wonder they keep you so late at the temple.”
“It has nothing to do with my instructions, Khi. I trust you.”
Khial’s face screwed up at the word trust. He ducked his head, scratching now at his temple.
He couldn’t understand why it was so difficult for Khial to believe his words. He’d said them often enough the past month. Jian stared at Khial, aching to reach out and stay the man’s hand as he scratched at his forehead. And then it hit him. It was a matter of faith.
Jian had faith in abundance. He’d been a monk for over half his life. He didn’t often need an explanation, logic or proof. But Khial was raised in a house of science, of abusive science at that. To one without faith, all those things were necessary.
Jian turned away from Khial and went to the small cabinet on the wall.
Khial’s eyes tracked Jian as he pulled poultices and oils from glass cabinet.
“Do you trust me Khial?” Jian turned around. He watched the war wage over Khial’s features.
“I know you are a good man,” Khial said. “I know that you love Chanyn. And you’ve proven that you will come to my aide if ever I need you. Or if I do something stupid.”
Jian thought back to the time he rescued Khial from a brawl in a men’s shelter. Right now the man had the same lost look in his eyes as he had that night.
“So you’re confident that you can rely on my word and my actions.” Jian sat the bottles down on the stand next to the shower stall.
Khial rolled this new statement around in his head. Finally, he nodded.
“Can you swim?”
Khial frowned at the new direction of the conversation. He nodded once more.
“When you swim, do you grab hold of the water?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because its impossible. The water slips through your fingers.”
“Yet if you relax, it will carry you and you will float.” Jian emptied a healthy dollop of the poultice into the palm of his hand. “Water can move you. You can move it.”
Khial’s eyes were on Jian’s hands as they rolled the poultice between his palms.
“Someone who doesn’t know how to swim well might be thrown into a body of water and they will flounder and likely drown.”
Jian pulled his hands apart. Each hand came away with the sweet-smelling poultice.
“But someone with knowledge and confidence in swimming, that person can step off a cliff and into the water, and they will float. They will thrive.”
There was a wariness to Khial’s eyes. Though wariness wasn’t the perfect word. To be sure there was caution behind his blue eyes as he watched Jian’s movements. But there was no lack of trust. It appeared to Jian that Khial was more worried that he’d like whatever Jian was about to do to him; that he should feel guilty.
“You know how to swim Khi. You know how to trust.”
Jian approached the male with caution. He held his hands up to Khial’s nose. Khial swallowed, an anticipatory shudder went through his shoulders.
“Trust me, Khial. Smell,” Jian smiled.
Khial sniffed like a hesitant dog, his eyes never leaving Jian’s face.
“Its lavender. It will help to relax your muscles. May I?”
Khial nodded.
Jian rubbed his hands
together once more. “Take your shirt off.”
When Khial hesitated, Jian put up his palms to remind him of the poultice on his hands. Khial was a smart man. He read Jian’s intentions clearly. Jian continued rubbing his palms together. He stood away from the door so that Khial could escape if he so desired. He didn’t have to wade in too deep if he didn’t want to.
Khial removed his shirt.
They stood face to face. Jian was about to ask the man to turn around, but thought he might be pressing too far too fast. His hands landed on tense muscles. He circled and kneaded Khial’s strong shoulders. At first Khial kept his gaze on Jian, but soon his eyes closed. Jian watched the muscles in Khial’s face relax, watched him in this unguarded moment and felt a sense of gratitude.
Khial was a good man. A good man that had a rough start in life. Jian had always believed first sons were blessed, having the love of their parents, having more rights than second and subsequent sons, having the privilege to marry women.
Khial had had all these opportunities and they hadn’t lead him toward storybook life. But now that Khial was under his care, Jian was determined to make the rest of Khial’s life the stuff of dreams. Just as he intended to do with their wife.
Jian stepped into Khial until their thighs brushed. Khial’s eyes blinked open. Jian focused his attention and his hands on the male’s defined chest. Though he was crowding Khial’s space, there was still a chance to escape.
After a moment, Khial closed his eyes once more. He reseted his hands against the basin and leaned back allowing Jian more access to the lower half of his body.
Jian ran his hands down the planes of Khial’s abdomen, working the salt in, kneading the resistance out. Jian nudged Khial until he turned, presenting him with his back. There was a light scar there that Jian hadn’t noticed before. He ran his hand over it.
“One of my mother’s experiments,” Khial said.
Khial said it matter-of-factly. His tone was always matter of fact when he spoke of his parents. Jian probed no further. His intention was to heal wounds, not open them.
Jian bent his head over the spot and said a soft prayer. He felt Khial’s intake of breath at his words. But the man said nothing.