If Jenn had anticipated his actions, she certainly feigned surprise well. Her breath escaped as a ragged gasp and her toes curled against the moss. And then, driven by a fit of animalistic desire, she began to grind herself against his mouth.
For his part, Liam was content to allow her sexual hunger. He grasped Jenn’s legs just above the knee and used the leverage to explore her body with his tongue. And from that counterintuitive position of strength, he proceeded to drive her wild. His attentions roamed wildly, alternately teasing the sensitive joints where her legs met her hips and dragging the tip of his tongue ever so lightly across her slick folds. And yet, no matter how cunningly Jenn might writhe and jerk her hips to guide him, he never once allowed his tongue to brush her clit or lap more than fleetingly at her dripping entrance.
“Liam,” Jenn whined, her voice almost a sob. “Please!”
He chuckled, tightening his grip on her legs to still her hips. Starting low on her thigh, he kissed his way up toward her sex. He slowed as he neared it, but intensified his ministrations in equal measure. By the time his cheek brushed her clit, he’d slowed to a crawl and kissed her tender flesh for seconds at a time. He sucked hard, nibbling her skin with lip-covered teeth and flicking his tongue lightly against her.
Again, Jenn whimpered throatily.
Under any other circumstances, that might have been enough to convince him. Indeed, Liam very nearly abandoned his teasing and turned his attention to her sorely neglected clit.
It was the brush of something small and delicate against his cock that made Liam pause. He nearly leapt back. Squatting as he was, his subconscious nearly convinced him that some serpent had grazed his unprotected manhood. But it was not a venomous predator. Nor was it one of Jenn’s discarded vines.
Looking down, Liam saw a small, uncovered foot caressing his shaft. He squatted deeper, ducking his head to peek below Jenn.
Kathryn sat obediently against the tree, seemingly unperturbed by the vines that bound her. Not that she was at peace, of course. Everything about her screamed frustration, but it was not the sort that would have inspired struggle. Instead, her eyes were delighted, a pair of golden suns blazing in a field of reddened skin. She had somehow managed to hike the hem of her dress, despite her arboreal restraints, and her slightly available fingers were now engaged in precisely the sort of attentive care that Jenn’s persistent whimpering requested.
She met Liam’s eyes, mouth curving into a wicked smile, and deftly trailed the sole of her foot along the underside of his rigid cock.
Resting his brow against the warmth of Jenn’s thigh, Liam sighed contentedly. The sound of his voice, as well as the interruption in teasing, drew Jenn’s gaze. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she gazed down at the service taking place beneath her. And then, unless he was quite mistaken, Liam thought he read outrage and arousal begin to narrow them as well.
Kathryn yelped suddenly, her legs going stiff as the vines around her tightened. The spasm nearly proved deadly as her heel struck Liam’s leg and glanced off, missing his sack by inches. Though he doubted even a precise blow would have pained him, the near-miss sent an instinctive spike of adrenaline coursing through him.
Liam reacted without hesitation. He stood, pulled Jenn’s head upright by a handful of dark hair, and spanked her again, far less delicately.
“Stop that,” he growled.
Her compliance was immediate and immediately obvious. Liam could hear the vines loosen as well as Kathryn’s shaky, relieved sigh.
Jenn’s reply, on the other hand, was anything but relieved. Her tone was sullen, despite the fact that Liam’s intervention had pressed his erection flat against her folds and she was already beginning to grind against it.
“Why?” she grumbled. “She was—”
“She was pleasing me,” Liam finished for her. “And I am the one who decides what she is allowed to do. Understood?”
Jenn did not reply aloud, perhaps out of pride, but through his grip on her hair, Liam could feel her imperceptible nod. And, as his adrenaline began to fade, so too did his irritation. Grasping her hip with his free hand, he pressed himself hard against her.
“The same goes for you, love,” he whispered. “Isn’t that what you told me? That you’re mine? And you wanted Kathryn to know that you’re mine?”
At his words, the last of Jenn’s reticence vanished in an instant. Her body tensed, her hips beginning to mash her sex against Liam’s erection in earnest. Slowly, to avoid tugging painfully at the hair he held, she craned her neck and aimed a sultry look his way.
“That’s right,” she whispered urgently. “I’m yours, Liam.”
“And so is she,” he reminded her.
“She is. We’re yours!” Jenn’s voice was growing increasingly plaintive, as though the transparent desperation behind the motion of her hips was not obvious enough. “But I’m first. First in your heart.”
“Always,” he murmured. Leaning forward carefully, he kissed her spine at a spot just below her shoulder blades. “Which is why I’m going to give you a choice.”
Jenn’s eyes widened, sultry looks abandoned in lieu of undisguised excitement.
“We can stop right now,” Liam said, drawing the words out. It was almost absurd how naturally Jenn’s perversion had become his own. He was enjoying himself now, so much that he barely even noticed his hips beginning to move on their own accord. “And you two can trade places. I’ll make you watch as Kathryn rides me. When I’m done, you can even clean us both with your tongue.”
Jenn moaned, knees buckling as she relied more and more on the tree for support. So enthusiastic was her response that Liam couldn’t tell if it had been his words or the grinding of their bodies that had prompted it. Whatever the reason, Jenn response came out in the midst of open-mouthed panting.
“Or?” she asked.
Grinning, Liam released his grip on Jenn’s hair. He no longer needed it. Grasping her hips with both hands to keep her from pushing back, he angled his hips until the head of his cock rested tantalizingly against her thoroughly slickened folds.
“Or,” he said, allowing the word to hang over them. “Or I can fuck you right here and now. And you can show Kathryn exactly what it means to be mine.”
If he had been inside her pussy and not merely pressed up against it, Liam might have mistaken Jenn’s reaction for a true orgasm. She cried out, shoulders sagging against the tree as the woods seemed to boil beneath her fingers. And, in a display that was so fascinating it was almost distracting, the outer bark swelled and peeled away from tree’s inner wood to encompass her hands like two large mitts. At the same time, her hips pushed violently against his steadying hands in a desperate fight to force his cock inside.
“Well?” he asked.
It may as well have been rhetorical; Jenn’s decision was obvious. But, that didn’t make it any less arousing when Jenn turned to look at him. Her eyes were clouded with lust and her arms so slackened that it seemed to be the hands she’d half-buried in the tree itself that kept her upright. Swaying slightly, she licked her lips before speaking.
“Fuck me, Liam,” Jenn said.
Grinning back at her, Liam did precisely that. It took only the slightest effort to slip inside her and the second he did, Liam felt as though he was being swallowed up by Jenn’s body. Her silken insides were soaking and gripped his rock-hard member in a warm, tight embrace that drove the breath from his lungs. In seconds, the rhythmic squeezing of her inner walls made it impossible to tell where the fluttering of Jenn’s pussy ended and the throbbing of his cock began.
Groaning loudly, Liam began to move as if possessed. His fingers dug into the meat of Jenn’s hips, pulling her forcefully back to meet each and every one of his thrusts halfway. And with each new collision of their bodies, the wet, sloppy sounds of sex combined with the chorus of moans and pounding heartbeats already filling his ears.
Nor was their coupling the only sound to be heard.
Kathryn’s participation was subtler, perhaps, but no less a part of the experience. And, once he’d noticed its presence, Liam could not unhear the sound of the young woman’s higher-pitched panting.
Fortunately, it seemed Kathryn was not content simply to be an observer. Over time, as Liam’s enthusiastic rutting drove Jenn’s hips closer and closer to the tree, Kathryn reminded the both of them of her presence in another way.
Liam flinched, hesitating for a split-second as something warm and soft lapped across his swaying balls. He glanced down, smile widening as he realized his efforts had repositioned the two of them in range of Kathryn’s eager lips and tongue. And then, when the notion stirred no unwelcome thoughts, he continued his merciless plundering of Jenn’s depths.
There was something appropriately fitting about the entire situation. The three of them had been together practically since the beginning. Though Liam had only directly observed Kathryn’s voyeuristic tendencies once, her tendency to arrive shortly after things concluded suggested she was well accustomed to the sounds of sex and pleasure. That she could now serve as an active participant just felt right.
And yet, that fact also added unexpected novelty. Over the past months and throughout dozens of couplings, Liam had become intimately familiar with Jenn’s body—and its reactions. He could nearly always predict exactly how she would respond to each and every technique he might utilize. A teasing roll of his hips would earn him a delighted shudder and urgent whimper. Or, if he supplied a deep, forceful thrust, Jenn would reply with either a drawn-out moan or a shuddering gasp. And, no matter what he did with his cock, so long as his hips kept moving, Jenn’s insides would continue to squeeze his shaft in an attempt to coax the two of them toward the inevitable orgasms.
On the other hand, Liam had no frame of reference for Jenn’s reaction when Kathryn’s tongue found her clit. A sharp cry, half-moan and half-squeal, tore from Jenn’s lips without warning and Liam grunted as the tightness around his cock increased several times over.
“Eeaagh! Wait!” Jenn yelped. “It’s too much! I’m going to—”
If she’d planned a warning of some kind, Jenn had no chance to elaborate upon it. Her body shook as Kathryn ignored her and continued in the same way she’d begun. Liam too, slowed only briefly before beginning a series of deep, shattering thrusts. With each buck of his hips, his balls met Kathryn’s chin, and occasionally the tip of her tongue as well.
Under such intense, deliberate care, it was only a matter of time before Jenn’s climax found her. She cried out loudly, her whole body shuddering as her back arched and her legs rose helplessly into the air. If not for the support of her tree-enveloped hands, she would have sent the three of them tumbling into a pile. As it was, she hung there, writhing and moaning, as Liam thrust his way into the grip of his own orgasm.
Liam grunted as his cock throbbed warning and his balls rose in his sack. The sudden application of Kathryn’s tongue to the latter startled him, but as the full force of his climax struck him with white-hot intensity, the unexpected sensation blurred into the tapestry of his pleasure. He grasped Jenn’s hips tightly, repeating the same shallow thrust over and over as he spilled himself inside her. Now, as they always did, his senses faded into mindless, all-consuming bliss.
By the time he finally returned to himself, Jenn had recovered from the heights of her own peak. She continued to squirm, however, and Liam quickly realized why when she frantically pulled a hand from the tree to shove Kathryn’s face away from her crotch. He chuckled quietly, grunting once as he eased himself out of Jenn’s body and staggered, suddenly lightheaded. Too satisfied to bother fighting the feeling, he sank to the ground in a panting heap.
Pulling her other hand from the tree, Jenn turned to look at him. For just a moment, her expression was one of almost delirious contentment. Then, as she noticed the fistful of slender vines she still held, her grin soured. Flicking the vines like a whip, she released Kathryn’s bonds and fixed her glare squarely at Liam.
“Jerk,” she grumbled. “You knew she was going to do that.”
“You’re the one who tied her there,” he pointed out, far too pleased to be put off by Jenn’s scowl. “Besides, it didn’t seem to bother you at the time.”
So quickly it could only have been involuntary, Jenn squeezed her thighs tightly and pressed a balled fist against the triangle of her pubic hair. She blushed, the sudden flare visible even amid the redness of her cheeks and brow.
“Am I wrong?” he challenged.
Jenn said nothing. She continued to glare at him, though Liam could see the smile threatening to break through. After a moment, she lowered herself to the ground and pushed him onto his back. Without even waiting for him to find a comfortable spot, she curled against his side and rested her cheek on his chest, face hidden.
“It felt good,” she muttered. Then added, indignantly, “Only a little.”
“Kathryn helped!” Kathryn said, kicking her way free of the last of Jenn’s vines. Even without seeing her face, Liam could read the self-satisfaction in her tone. Then, as she hurried over to cuddle up in a mirrored fashion to Jenn, his suspicions were confirmed. “Kathryn’s turn next!”
“Sure,” he said. “You get the next turn.”
“Now?” she asked, prodding his damp, softening member with a curious finger.
Liam laughed. “I’m not that fast.”
“You sure?” Jenn asked. He glanced at her and lifted a questioning brow, earning a laugh. “I wasn’t asking for me! I mean, you never seem to run out of blood and you’re healing faster and faster. Who knows? Before long, you might be able to… go and go and go.”
Liam nodded thoughtfully. Jenn’s words made sense in a way that was equal parts intriguing and horrifying. It was almost certainly his imagination, but he almost thought he could feel his body recovering, readying itself for the next round of intimacy. While he wouldn’t complain about such stamina—nor would Jenn and Kathryn, he supposed—it was not difficult to imagine a not-so-distance future where it could be. He’d already lost the ability to feel virtually all pain, would the same prove true for the satisfied exhaustion he felt now? The prospect of infinite climaxes would almost be torturous under such circumstances.
“I guess we’ll find out,” he said quietly.
If Jenn or Kathryn guessed at his unspoken fears, neither had any words of comfort for him. Instead, they snuggled close, each laying an arm across his chest and stomach respectively.
It was enough.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The sun was still high, though trending toward late afternoon, when Liam and his lovers returned to New Lewville. Though it had been only a few hours since they had ventured out of the city, he was surprised to find how much the inhabitants had managed to organize and repair in the meantime. Hundreds of families roamed the streets, packing what they could into canvas bags or improvised wheelbarrows. Others sifted through the rubble, scavenging what they could or trading their discoveries with other soon-to-be refugees.
True to Colonel Ryan’s word, it seemed that most of the city’s residents had elected to abandon the place. Perhaps it was the promise of reliable food along the way, fear of what the Occs would do upon their return, or simply the desire to remain with friends and neighbors. Whatever the reason, Liam counted thousands as they made their way back toward the garrison. As they neared their destination, however, the streets grew so crowded that he elected a wider, more circuitous route that led them off the main thoroughfare and along the broken down section of city wall.
It was there that he found the biggest surprise yet. Despite the massive breach created by the Occ airship, virtually the entire length had been repaired or replaced to nearly two-thirds its original height. The construction was slipshod, certainly, but actually superior to the original design in several ways. Dozens of makeshift ramps and ladders led up to the top of the wall, which had been broadened sufficiently for a row of defenders to comfortably w
alk and crouch along its breadth. Additionally, bits of metal and twisted iron that looked as though it had been salvaged from the Zhengfu Zhe formed a makeshift palisade to ward off any returning Occs. All in all, it was a staggering accomplishment coming from a handful of craftsmen with limited supplies and less than a day to complete the task.
Liam said as much, once he was certain nobody was nearby who might take offense. Jenn, however, only nodded solemnly and looked on.
“It is,” she said. “It almost makes me think we should stay.”
Liam stopped in his tracks, staring. “What?” he asked, dumbfounded.
“I don’t mean here,” Jenn said, shrugging. “I understand why the militia wants to leave. Without Tobias, the whole city is frozen. Even if we could stay, nobody would be willing to work the fields—not with the Occs out still out there. I just… wish it could be different somehow. I mean, look at the wall! It won’t even matter in a day or two, but the people here built it just in case. Can you imagine if they had some way of using that to fight the Occs? It’d be like an army, but instead of just shooting, they’d be building too.”
He nodded slowly and regarded the wall again, more closely. He could certainly understand Jenn’s point and the sentiment was an attractive one. It hadn’t even been all that long ago that he’d expressed similar thoughts to Jenn about why those living in Occ territory didn’t join the fight. But now, having seen just how much of a challenge survival itself was, regardless of which side of the DMZ you were on, he wasn’t sure what to think.
“You know,” he said. “The Colonel actually said something kind of like that. She said that in a few days, the people here would try to make me Mayor.”
Jenn whirled on him. “She said what?”
Caught off guard by the passion in Jenn’s voice, Liam took an involuntary step back.
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