We all stepped inside and Lucian pointed to the walls of the chamber, which were curved into a kind of oval. In fact, the whole room was kind of like being inside a giant, stone egg. There was something in the air—some magic or power I couldn’t put my finger on that sent a tingling thrill down my spine. I wondered if whatever it was had preserved this room, keeping it safe and secure for centuries until it would be needed again by people like us.
“Herein find the means to protect your female,” Lucian read. “The Chamber of Bonding admits all, bonds all, loves all. So it is the Chamber of Triune-bonding!” He pointed excitedly at the wall where there were more pictures of two guys making love to one girl. “If you have need to sever that which the Goddess has made between you, this chamber also holds the key,” he continued.
“The Claw!” I exclaimed, pointing to where a picture of the golden claw had been drawn on the cave wall with little wavy lines of radiance coming out of it.
“So what do we have to do to get it?” Drace growled.
“Be patient, bond-mate.” Lucian frowned at him and continued reading. “But that which is not whole cannot be severed,” he went on. “A bond must be sealed before it is broken. Think well on what you do before you break what the Goddess has wrought and squander the love she has given.”
“Um…does that mean what I think it means?” I asked in the long silence that followed. “Are we going to have to…”
“Seal our bond before we can break it,” Lucian finished for me. “No wonder Tanta Loro said Drace and I wouldn’t be able to make it without you, ma 'frela—a psy-bond between two males can only be sealed when they bond a female to them.”
“Makes sense.” Drace frowned.
“Uh…” I shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. “Do you guys actually…I mean, are we really thinking of…of doing that?”
“Of sharing you completely? Both of us making love to you at the same time, baby?” Drace’s eyes were suddenly half-lidded as he looked at me.
“Gods, the feel of you between us…it would be so sweet.” Lucian stepped forward, his eyes blazing with lust.
“Guys,” I said desperately. “I’m not sure about this. I mean, we’re all uh, dirty and grimy from trekking through the jungle all day.”
“That must be why the ancients provided a cleansing pool—look.” Lucian pointed to the other side of the round, fur covered bed and I bit back a little gasp of surprise.
Inset into a hollow place in the floor was a long, oval pool just a little bigger than the bed itself. It was so quiet and still I hadn’t even noticed it but when I took a step closer, I saw little wisps of steam rising from it. There was even a little pile of round, hand-made looking soaps at one end of it. Yup, all ready for a bath. A three-way bath, my mind whispered.
Unbidden, an image rose before my mind’s eye—the three of us naked and washing each other in the pool, rubbing all over each other’s bodies with soapy hands. Then climbing out and making love on the fur-covered bed, touching and tasting…taking and opening…
“This…this is some kind of a sex cave!” I exclaimed, taking a step back from the pool and the bed. “The people who built this wanted everybody who came in to have all kinds of kinky, menage a trois sex in here!”
“It is the Cave of Triune-bonding,” Lucian pointed out mildly. “But I fear my bond-mate and I are getting ahead of ourselves…and forgetting the ‘no-sex’ clause in our contract.”
“Lucian’s right,” Drace said. “This is the exact thing you wanted to avoid, baby—hell, that we all wanted to avoid—from the very beginning. Sealing the bond.” He looked at Lucian. “You’re sure that’s what the walls say?”
Lucian scanned the hieroglyphic writing again. “Unfortunately, yes. You cannot break an unsealed or partial bond.”
I took a deep, trembling breath.
“Look—I promised I’d stick with you guys to the end and its not that I don’t want to keep that promise. And it’s also not that I don’t want to be with you—I do. I care about you both. I…” It was on the tip of my tongue to say that I loved them but somehow I couldn’t—couldn’t let myself go that far. “I want you,” I said instead. “It’s just…you’re both so big. I’m afraid you’d split me in two!”
“Is that all?” Lucian looked relieved and Drace chuckled a little.
“Is that all?” I demanded. “Isn’t that enough? I mean, I know you guys are supposed to make some kind of hormones that make a girl, uh, stretch but I just don’t see how you could possibly—”
“Prepare you to take us both?” Lucian murmured. “Ah, but ma 'frela, you haven’t even given us a chance to try.”
“He’s right, baby—if you give us a chance, you’ll see how gentle we can be…and how good it can feel to have both of us inside you at once,” Drace promised softly.
I bit my lip indecisively. On the one hand the idea of taking two such huge shafts inside me at the same time was freaking scary. But on the other hand…
On the other hand, look at their faces, whispered a little voice in my head. They want you…they care for you the way you care for them, Rylee. If they promise to be gentle, you know they will be. And besides, why don’t you admit you want this to happen…that you’ve wanted it for days, ever since the show you put on for Lord Mandrex?
I had to confess it was true. I couldn’t help remembering the hot way the three of us had loved each other when we put on our little show for the rich Cantor Lord who looked like a fallen angel. I wanted to do this…I was just frightened. But maybe it was time to get over my fear.
I looked back and forth between them.
“You swear you’ll be gentle?” I asked.
“So gentle you won’t feel even a moment of discomfort,” Lucian promised.
“And we’ll stop if I say to?” I pressed.
“You’ll be in complete control, baby,” Drace promised. “If you say stop, we’ll stop right away.”
Lucian cupped my cheek in his hand. “Drace and I care about you, Rylee,” he murmured. “We would never want to cause you pain.”
“Well…”
Part of me couldn’t believe we were doing this, but I couldn’t deny my feelings for my guys any longer. It’s just once, I told myself. Just once and then we’ll all go our separate ways. What harm is there is having a beautiful memory to cherish and remember when we’re all separated?
“All right,” I said at last. “But let’s get cleaned up first—I’m all sweaty.”
“I think a dip in the cleansing pool would do us all a great deal of good,” Lucian murmured.
“I agree.” Drace gave me a wolfish grin. “Come on, baby—let’s get relaxed and see where things go.”
Chapter Twenty-six
Rylee
“Okay.” I lifted my chin, trying to make my voice strong. “Let’s do this.”
I wasn’t afraid of this, I told myself, wasn’t afraid of being with both my guys at once. I could handle it.
I leaned down and started to take off my boots but Lucian was suddenly kneeling at my feet.
“Allow me, ma 'frela,” he murmured.
“Yeah, baby—let us undress you.” Drace was behind me, tugging at the hem of the red, long sleeved tunic I was wearing. I lifted my arms and let him pull it over my head, baring my breasts to both of them as Lucian slid the boots skillfully off my feet.
God, I couldn’t believe I was doing this and yet it felt so right. The more I had their hands on me, the better and more natural it felt. It felt like the power inside me—the binding power of a La-ti-zal which everyone said I had—was reaching out towards both of them. As though I was supposed to be doing this somehow.
I didn’t try to fight it. Before I knew it Drace was standing behind me, his arms around my waist, pressing his warm chest to my back while Lucian was pulling down the red leggings that went with the tunic.
I stepped out of them as Drace kissed my neck. I was embarrassed to note I was half naked now—down to the lacy red pantie
s Drace had made for me.
“Mmm…I knew you’d look good in these when I simmed them for you,” he murmured, running one big hand down my waist to cup my mound through the thin, silky fabric. I felt the warmth of his palm against my sex and bit my lip because it felt so good.
“You have become extremely good with the clothing simulator, bond-mate,” Lucian complimented him. “You excel at making delicious undergarments for our female. Although not nearly as delicious as what is beneath them.”
Still on his knees before me, he reached up, nuzzling the lacy edge of my panties, right where they met my inner thigh. Drace moved his hand obligingly and soon I felt Lucian’s hot breath as he kissed me through the thin red fabric.
“Guys,” I protested breathlessly, my heart pounding. “I thought…thought we were going to take a bath first.”
“So we will,” Drace growled. “Come on, bond-mate—let’s get our female wet.”
“With pleasure,” Lucian purred.
Before I knew it, the two of them were lifting me up and setting me down, panties and all, into the steaming pool inlaid in the floor on the far side of the bed. The water felt wonderful lapping over my bare breasts and teasing my nipples but I didn’t like being the only one in the pool.
“Hey!” I protested. “I thought it was going to be the three of us—I’m all alone in here.”
“Not for long, baby,” Drace promised. He and Lucian were rapidly removing their hiking clothes and boots. Before I knew it, I had company. The steaming water lapped lazily around all three of us, disturbed into ripples by the entrance of two huge muscular aliens into the pool.
“Mmm…feels good,” Drace murmured, coming up to me. This time he was in front while Lucian was behind. They seemed always to keep me between them effortlessly—a silent dance they did where I was always in the center. It made me feel special and cherished and the center of their attention.
It made me feel hot.
“Are you talking about the water feeling good, bond-mate?” Lucian murmured, reaching around to cup under my naked breasts. “Or…something else?”
“I think you know what I’m taking about.” Lucian let go of me for a moment and reached for one of the round homemade balls of soap. He rubbed it between his big hands, forming a spicy scented lather. “Tell me, ma 'frela,” he murmured. “Do you still feel dirty? Do you wish for us to wash you?”
“I…I guess so.” My voice came out high and breathless. I was very aware of the two, big male bodies bracketing my own in the steaming water. I could feel my nipples getting hard and my pussy was beginning to feel wet and swollen under the thin, soaked fabric of the red panties.
“You wash her breasts, I’ll do her thighs,” Drace murmured, reaching for another ball of soap.
“Agreed.” Lucian cupped my breasts again in big, soapy hands, sliding smoothly over my naked flesh before capturing my nipples between thumbs and fingers to twist and tug lightly.
I moaned as sparks of pure pleasure ran down my body straight to the throbbing center between my legs.
“Uh-oh, bond-mate,” Drace murmured, running his big, soapy hands up my thighs in long, caressing strokes. “I think you might have forgotten something—why are our female’s underthings still on?”
“Her panties, you mean?” Lucian’s breath was hot on the back of my neck. “I did that on purpose. I thought you might like to see the damp fabric clinging to her hot, wet pussy. If you look closely enough, you can even see the little bump of her clit. Would you like me to show you?”
“Please,” Drace growled, his hands still busy rubbing up and down my thighs. God, I felt like I was going crazy but there didn’t seem to be any stopping them—not that I really wanted to.
“Watch.” There was a little lip just below the waterline on the edge of the pool. Lucian backed up to it and sat down, holding me in his lap. Then he lifted my lower body, supporting me, allowing my thighs and ass to float in the warm water. “Let yourself relax, Rylee, so that Drace can see how hot your sweet little sex looks with those wet panties on,” he murmured in my ear.
I moaned softly and did as he said, leaning back against his broad chest and allowing my thighs to drift apart as Drace looked down at me.
“Mmm…” His hands were strong as he caressed and massaged my inner thighs. “I see what you mean, bond-mate. This wet fabric is clinging to her soft little pussy lips. Here…” He ran one teasing fingertip along the outer lips of my pussy. “And here.” The finger dipped inward, sliding along the cleft between my lips, dipping down to caress the throbbing button of my clit under the soaking wet fabric.
“Ahh!” I gasped, arching my back at the hot sensation. “Stop teasing me!”
“Of course we want to tease you, ma 'frela,” Lucian murmured in my ear, twisting my nipples gently but firmly. “We want you more than ready to take us.”
“And you will be, baby,” Drace promised hoarsely. “We’ll make sure your hot little pussy is so wet and open you’ll be able to take both our cocks with no problem.”
I still wasn’t sure about that but I was drowning in sensation, feeling too good to protest even though part of me was still afraid of what was coming.
It’s all right, I told myself. Drace and Lucian care about me—they’re going to be careful and take care of me. Just knowing that was true made me able to relax.
“I think she’s wet right now—and I don’t just mean with water,” Lucian remarked softly. He tugged on my nipples. “Tell me, ma 'frela, can you spread yourself and allow Drace to see how wet you are? Can you allow him to slide his fingers under your panties and deep into your soft little sex to test your wetness?”
I gasped a little, sensations of fear and desire running through my body. Here I was, sandwiched between two huge, muscular alien men, wearing nothing but a pair of thin, wet panties, open, half-naked, and vulnerable. And now they wanted to do more than just wash and touch me…they wanted to touch inside me. Inside my pussy. Could I let them?
“Yes,” I whispered, giving the approval they were asking for. “Yes, I…think that’s okay.”
“Good,” Lucian purred in my ear. “Because I want to watch my bond-mate touch you, ma 'frela. Want to see his long fingers stroke into your sweet sex while you open for him.”
“Spread your thighs, baby,” Drace ordered, slipping the wet crotch of my panties to one side. I was ashamed to see that my pussy lips were hot and swollen—glistening with moisture that had nothing to do with the warm water we were bathing in. “Spread yourself wide and let me put my fingers all the way inside you.”
“O-okay,” I stuttered, opening myself as he had asked. My whole body felt heavy…languid with need and desire. I couldn’t seem to say no to anything, couldn’t seem to do anything but let them touch me—do what they wanted to me.
“Gods,” Lucian murmured, watching from behind my shoulder. “Look at that hot little sex—look how she’s opening for you, bond-mate. She needs to be filled, don’t you think?”
“I do,” Drace growled.
Both men watched avidly as he stroked over my glistening inner folds with two blunt fingertips, circling my clit to make me moan. The steaming water lapped at my slick flesh like a hot mouth, heightening every sensation.
“Look at that, bond-mate,” Drace murmured to Lucian. “Our female’s pussy is all swollen and wet with need. I think she needs our attention. Why don’t you take over stroking her clit while I fingerfuck her?”
“With pleasure,” Lucian purred and one of the hands that was stroking my breasts came down to hover over my pussy. Lightly, he began to trace around my swollen clit, never quite touching me exactly where I needed him—drawing out my pleasure by prolonging it until I moaned and squirmed.
Drace moved his own hand, sliding those two wet fingertips down to my entrance and swirling them teasingly just inside my pussy channel, barely touching.
I squirmed again, the hot water lapping all around me. All these light, almost-touches were turning me on so
much I felt like I was melting from the waist down. It seemed like the two of them had made a silent pact to drive me insane.
“Please!” I gasped, my hips bucking. “You’re making me crazy!”
“We just want you to be ready for us, ma 'frela,” Lucian murmured.
“Lucian’s right. You’re only feeling crazy because you need your pussy played with, baby. You need to be stroked and fingerfucked nice and slow, don’t you?” Drace growled softly.
“Yes!” I admitted, past all shame now. “Please, yes!”
“Very well, ma 'frela.” Lucian looked up at his bond-mate. “Shall we give her what she needs?”
“I think so.” Drace nodded. “I think she asked nicely enough.”
“Indeed, she did,” Lucian said softly. As he spoke, he finally let his fingertips dance over my aching clit, strumming lightly over and around my tight little bud, setting my whole body on fire with need and desire.
At the same time, Drace gripped my hip with one hand to hold me steady and then drove two long, thick fingers smoothly into my pussy. I gasped as I felt him hit the end and then draw back to press into me again.
“Oh,” I gasped, suddenly right on the edge of orgasm. “Oh God, yes!”
“That’s right, ma 'frela,” Lucian murmured in my ear, his talented fingertips still flying over my slippery clit. “That’s right—beg for it. Beg for us to make you come.”
“Please,” I moaned obediently. “Please, I need to…need to come so badly! Please, Lucian…Please, Drace…”
“I’m sure you do.” Abruptly Drace withdrew his fingers and Lucian stopped stroking me. “But not yet,” he said when I moaned in frustration. “I think we’ll save your first orgasm for when at least one of us is inside you. Or maybe even both.”
“A good idea—her body will welcome us more easily if she comes on one of our cocks first,” Lucian purred. “For now, I believe we are clean enough. Shall we adjourn to the bed?”
“Good fucking idea,” Drace growled. “I can’t wait to hold Rylee between us in bed again. I missed it last night.”
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