Teagan

by Sharilyn Skye

  I kissed lower, and lower still, bringing my arms around his thighs and spreading them wide. He grabbed at my hair, trying to stop me. “You must stop, Teagan. Whatever it is you’re going to do, don’t. It’s beyond the pale for you to touch me with your mouth,” he said, frantically trying to move away from me.

  “Stop fighting, Lyros,” I chuckled at his alarm. “I’ve never done this, and I’d hate to bite you.” I licked up the face of his cock before taking it into my mouth and scandalizing him. His squeal turned to a groan, and despite years of brainwashing, he did as a man should and sank his hands into my hair, letting out a pained sound as my teeth found his piercing and tugged on it.

  “Teagan,” my name was breathy on his lips, and his hips rocked against me helplessly. I pulled my arm free and used it to hold his cock while he fucked my mouth.

  He was like a man starved; he couldn’t stop. His hips slammed into my face over and over, and I liked it. I moaned around him, gripped his bar, nearly pulling it out, and he cried out in pleasure. I learned something about this Erhu man; he liked it rough. Whether by training or by nature, he liked it the hard way. I found I did too.

  I gripped the base of him to control his wild thrusts and pushed him back down to the bench, retaking control. I slid my mouth and tongue over him until he shook with the force it took for him to sit still, and when he started bucking into me again, I let him. Drool ran down his shaft, coating his balls, and I used it to slide my hand over them, pulling them hard. He roared as his seed erupted down my throat, and I groaned at the feel of it. He tried to pull away, but I used the strength in my muscles and my tattoos to hold him while I swallowed each hot, sweet spurt he gave me.

  When he was limp under me in every way, I rested my cheek on his sticky thigh and smiled into it.

  “Mm,” I said, pushing off him to stand. “You taste wonderful.” I washed again and tended to my hair while he sat there, his head lolled to the side watching.

  “I can’t move,” he said, and I laughed.

  “You can move,” I said, and he growled. “I give to you, and you receive. You give to me, and I receive. That is the way it should be, Lyros. That is what mates do, and that is what partners do. I left him with a smile on his slack face.

  When I stepped from the shower, Syl’ta was there, holding a towel out for me. I walked into it, and he picked me up, carrying me to the bed.

  I had one moment to wonder what was going on before he buried himself deep inside of me. I cried out at the abruptness of it.

  “I am not fearful, Teagan, and I am not shy,” he said, rolling his hips against me. He was bigger than Kar, and his bar immediately found the spot that sent me howling with an arched back.

  “So you’re not, Syl,” I said when I found my voice. “I’m not shy either. I’ve waited my whole life to experience this. Life is short, and I’ve missed too much already, I refuse to miss more. You must find pleasure in the beauty of lightning on a stormy day or find no pleasure at all. I choose pleasure.” I reached up and pulled his mouth to mine, glorying in the feel of his cock in me.

  I didn’t care that I’d only known him a day. It didn’t matter one bit. Having been in three homes with eleven men, I knew anything could happen. I was taking what I wanted with no regrets. Not anymore.

  He kissed me deeply, his tongue as hard and hot as the part of him piercing me to my core. He pulled out and slid in again, and the rod hit the Goddess’s spot, forever known in my mind afterward as the ‘G spot,’ and I came, arching into him and clutching hard at his arms. I couldn’t breathe or move as again, and again he slid home inside of me, each time manipulating that spot until I was limp.

  When I thought I could take no more, he turned me to my belly and spread my legs wide. His hands kneaded the muscles of my legs up to the mounds of my ass. His thumb grazed that swollen, tender piece of flesh as he eased muscles I did not know were sore until I began to squirm and rise to his hands. He gripped the mounds hard and spread them, pulling me to my knees.

  He entered me from behind, and I screamed, arching my back to get away from the immense pressure of him in my deepest parts. He gripped my hips and pulled out. I sighed, relaxing as the pressure eased, but the relief did not last long. He angled his hips and pushed into me again, taking my breath away. I closed my eyes against the feeling of fullness that threatened to overwhelm me. Syl was patient as he waited for my muscles to ease and my breathing to slow, and then he systematically tore me apart.

  Lips caressed the back of my neck as Syl moved in me, I opened my eyes and found Lyros on his side, stretched across the bed. He brought his lips to mine, and I kissed him. It was slow at first. I couldn’t get the timing of kissing him and being thrust into in at the same time quite right, but Lyros knew and took over, leaving me entirely at their combined mercies.

  Deft fingers strummed my core while Syl slid in and out of me, each time his piercing hitting my cervix in the most delicious of ways. Kar leaned against the headboard watching as his brothers melted me into nothing between them. His dark eyes glittered on mine in unconcealed lust, and I wondered how many times these men performed some parody of these same actions with other women.

  I cared for a moment. Just one. It left with the next thrust of Syl’ta’s hips. I had no idea how old they were; they’d been slaves all those years. No doubt they had done many, many things. That was the way of it. Someday they would be free men, free to choose their paths. Did I hope they stayed with me? Maybe. At this moment of pure, perfect pleasure, pulled tight between two of them? Yes. Yes, I wanted them to stay with me, but today was based on my choice, tomorrow would be based on theirs.

  Lyros rose to his knees and pulled me to his lips, taking the weight from my arms and holding me to his chest. Syl’s thrusts were wild, deep, and shattering. Lyros took my cries into his mouth and kept his skilled fingers on the bundle of nerves screaming between my legs, and I came again, throwing my head back with a hoarse cry.

  Lyros gripped my breasts in his hands to the point of pain and bit down my neck as I clamped onto Syl’ta so tightly I felt the details of the hard length pushed impossibly deep inside me. He shuddered and groaned, lost his rhythm, and bathed me in hot fluids. He pulsed so forcefully I cried out again, sagging against Lyros.

  Syl ran his hands down my spine as the last of our spasms faded. I heard the rapid rise of fall of his breathing behind me but could not have moved from him if I tried.

  Together, they laid me gently on the bed. Kar pulled me up to him and cradled me against his chest, kissing my face. He smelled like damp earth and sweet oxidation. I could smell myself on him too, as he never got the shower he wanted. The smell was soothing. I felt the bed rise. It dipped again, and hot towels sponged me clean. A delicious sense of soreness settled inside of me, and I was asleep instantly, surrounded by the strong bodies of my Trio.

  Chapter Twelve

  Lyros

  Our Queen sleeps in the midst of us. Her lovely face flushed and slack, her mouth softly open. We’ve had countless women in every possible way, but none compared to her, not for any of us.

  Eruhini warriors approach sex like they do everything else; it’s a battle they must win. Yes, they want pleasure, but there’s no softness in it, and they never yield themselves. We would often end the night bloodied. They must teach this to one another before a warrior beds her slaves, for they are all the same. The only variance is their level of cruelty. At least this is our experience.

  Teagan is nothing like that. Her muscular body was all softness. The way she melted under our touch like nothing we experienced before. Talamh na Sithe must be a truly different place. The telltale blush of her cheeks as she gave more to us in one day than we received in our entire lives spoke volumes about her innocence.

  She did not belong here. She belonged anywhere else. This harsh land would extinguish the light and innocence in her. I leaned on my elbow and traced the lines of her face. She was beautiful and so alive, unlike anything I had seen before.
Her dark skin radiated warmth, and I thought maybe, just maybe, she could melt the ice at the Eregion heart.

  “We should spread rumors in the pens,” Syl said, already trying to get her killed. Again. “Spread rumors of the Goddess who gives power and women who feel something in their hearts. If we do it carefully, to the right slaves, the avalanche will start, and no one will know the origin.

  “Word will spread to the warriors from their slaves, and maybe a seed will root. No doubt word spreads already that Teagan’s wounds have healed. That speaks to a greater power. It’s not a bad plan,” Kar said, shocking me. He rarely agreed with Syl’s wild plans.

  “The Queen will catch on and cut her losses. Teagan won’t be the first stolen one to pay the price for higher ideals.” I said, tracing the line of muscles on Teagan’s arms. She was strong, but I feared the Queen was stronger.

  “No stolen one has ever had power like Teagan,” Syl said.

  “We don’t even know what she can do. I don’t think she does either,” I whispered, meeting his blue eyes. Syl was brazen, always had been. As Kharis’s brother, he was afforded leeway when others weren’t. He had bold ideas because of it. Kar and I paid the price for those ideas as we were Syl’s brothers. We loved him, that is true, but I didn’t want Teagan to die for us.

  “Then we find out, Lyros; this is our chance. If The Goddess says this will work, then it will work. Where did your faith go? You saw what she did. She gave us power we did not have.” said Syl, placing a soft kiss on Teagan’s forehead,

  “And it’s made you bold, Syl. What if she dies? What if we all die?” I answered, sliding closer to the heat source in our bed.

  “Lyros,” Kar started. “You heard Teagan. Life is short. This is the best opportunity we will ever have. If I’m to die anyway, I’d rather die fighting for freedom than die a slave,” he finished, tracing a finger over the firm peak of her bare nipple. Her chest rose to his touch, seeking him out. It was not normal, this response she had, but I liked it.

  I sighed, “I suppose you’re right. It is her choice, though I know what she will choose. She’s been charged by her Goddess, and I don’t see her backing down. Not the way she stood and took a poisoned lash for slaves she barely knows.” I pushed a wild curl from the corner of her mouth, and she sighed softly in her sleep, rolling into me and curling her knees upward.

  “This Goddess of hers is now our Goddess. We’ve seen her. We can’t help but believe,” Kar said.

  “I agree. I felt her power before we stepped into the mirror, and it felt right to me. I believe she is our Goddess and that Kharis wanted us to forget. Forgetting our origins has made us weak. We’ve forgotten our worth,” I said.

  Kar eased in behind Teagan so that his body fit around hers, and she wiggled her round ass slightly to adjust perfectly to him. None of this was normal. “A man who forgets his worth depends on others to tell him what his value is. We are worthy of more,” he said.

  “We will do as Syl said and spread word in the pens of Teagan’s magic and our Goddess. We must also compile a list of warriors who might lend their sword to the cause; not all of them are savage. Teagan will need all the blades she can get,” Kar finished. Despite his dark silence, or maybe because of it, he has always been the wisest of us. He listens where others speak and sees more than most.

  We can fight. Most slaves know some methods of fighting. The three of us have held swords and sparred lightly with warriors for their training. Our muscle mass is higher than theirs by nature, and they’ve used several slaves for training in preparation to fight against races with warrior males. We will hone this and practice in the tunnels with the most trusted among us.” Syl’s blue eyes sparked with new fire. He was right. We were not weak; we were underestimated. Having been viewed as lesser for generations might work to our advantage.

  “Then there is the magic,” I said. We must learn to use it as well. As I watched you fuck Teagan, Kar, I tried to turn back into a man so I could drag you off of her, but it didn’t work.” His black eyes flashed, and I leaned over, punching him lightly on the arm, he hit me back, and soon we were fighting quietly around Teagan so as not to disturb her. “Stop,” I wheezed. “You’ll wake her.” I felt light with laughter and couldn’t remember the last time, if ever there was one, when I felt that way.

  We settled around her warm body again. “We must practice, and so must she. There’s no use having magic in a fight if we don’t know how to do anything with it,” I said.

  “Right,” the other two said.

  Into the long hours of the night, we whispered plans. Teagan had strength, but we knew this place. We would be model slaves until we could align allies and count foes. Teagan would never again suffer for our misdeeds, even though they were not misdeeds at all. We would be careful, and we would train. We would build an army to follow a worthy warrior into a new age.

  The Queen would tolerate no influence contrary to hers, so we must work fast as secrets are impossible. We must be ready.

  I stoked the fires when they burned low, and soon we stopped talking to enjoy the warmth of our newfound circumstances. The more I thought on it, the more I realized it was divine intervention that brought these changes about. The odds of Teagan picking our Trio were high. The odds of Teagan being stolen and brought to Eregion even greater. This was planned. I believed.

  Sometime during the darkest hours of the long winter’s night, we slept. Forgetting that just a few days ago, we had been in the cold, cramped slave pens, and before that on the floor of some already forgotten warrior’s home.

  Now we were men on a tall bed surrounding a glorious warrior strong in conviction and soft of heart. She had taken to us and accepted us as equals. She sought to free our brothers and stop the tyranny that was Kharis and her followers. It was a new day, and I, for one, was excited to see what it brought.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Syl’ta

  For the first time since I was a babe, I slept in. We all did. It’s untoward. We awoke to platters of bread, cheese, and meat on the sideboard and the sound of Teagan showering.

  I smiled at the memory of last night. I had ruined Teagan’s shower, and I set out to destroy it again. Never would such a thought have occurred to me before.

  “You’re a scamp,” she said when I sneaked up behind her to slide my hands over her hips.

  “I can’t help that you're gorgeous. You’ve bewitched me into placing my hands on you,” I murmured against her ear.

  “Is that so?” she asked as I pressed kisses down the side of her neck. She tilted her head, giving me better access.

  “Yes. It’s so. As much as I want this week with you, we need you to send us back to work early; we can’t afford to let Kharis get the upper hand.” I trailed my fingertips down her arms, bringing little bumps to her skin.

  She turned in my arms, her face serious. “There is a dignitary from some undoubtedly horrible place coming today. Kharis is hosting a formal luncheon; we’re all expected to attend,” she said, draping her arms over my shoulders and taking a surreptitious glance down. And then another.

  I wanted to joke and tell her that my eyes were higher, but I liked the cute way she was looking at my cock. “How did that fit in me yesterday?” she whispered, tilting her head to look at me from a different angle. Her curls brushed my shoulder as she continued her slow perusal of my body.

  “It just does,” I said. “It’s magic.” I chuckled, leaning in and capturing her mouth with mine. I found I liked kissing quite a lot. I couldn’t stop my lips from seeking hers.

  “Magic indeed,” she said, taking her hand and grazing my pierced crown. She touched so gently it was painful.

  “We should shower quickly,” I said, turning her around and soaping her back. I ran my hands lightly down her sides and up again until little bumps dotted her flesh. I used the pad of my thumb to trace the line of the vertebrae in her spine, and she let out a soft sigh.

  Soaping my hands more, I found the tight spots in her
back and massaged them until she was leaning forward, bracing against the wall.

  Leaning over to place my lips against her ear, “If we must be there, then we should go wake up the others.”

  “Or,” she said, her voice holding a slight quiver. “We could stay here and skip it. It’s our joining week. There should be no more required of us than that.”

  “I do agree, but,” I let the words trail off and slipped my thumb into her, curling it around so the I could rub that sensitive place deep inside her. “She may come for us, and that would be bad.

  She sank her head onto her chest, and I slid my thumb out, replacing it with my cock. I slid into her inch by inch so that she could adjust to accommodate my size. When my balls hit the tops of her thighs, I slid out, feeling her wetness coat me. I rammed back into her, feeling the slap of my sack against her before easing out with excruciating slowness again.

  She bent lower, changing the angle. I repeated the action until she was panting and writhing on me, the tightness of her walls tugging on the silver rod at the end of my cock. I fought to control my pace, for I wanted her to experience this feeling. Her body was limp, and her legs shook. Reaching around, I roughly pulled her nipples, rolling them in my fingers, and she shattered around me, bucking onto me with abandon. Her screams echoed off the shower walls, and I gripped her hips to keep her from falling as I slammed into her over and over. When the only sounds she made were grunts and whimpers, I came, filling her tight, little body with the only thing I had to offer other than my soul. I could not help the roar that came from me as the final tug on my rod sent me over the edge.

  I stood, breathing hard, watching the skin between Teagan’s ribs pull tight as she tried to catch her breath too. I pushed her to the bench and sat her down before she fell.

  “You boys are going to be the death of me, not this land, not this Queen. You. Boys,” she smiled softly, tilting her head back and resting it on the shower wall.