Bride Of The Two Warlords

Chapter 7

When Kurz released her, Isobel turned and accepted Abbas's kiss. She breathed him in—the mint on his breath, the masculine scents of leather and man that seemed uniquely Abbas. She ran her palms up the muscled slab of his torso, everything about this man was hard with the exception of his lips.

Abbas touched her, his hand skimming down from her shoulder to her hip, leaving goose bumps along the way. Her nipples tightened, and Kurz swore he could smell the musky floral scent of her arousal permeate the air. It made him all the more harder.

He let his hand slide from the delicious curve of her hip to the mound of her pussy. Sweetly wet. He closed his eyes. His mouth watered as he leaned in, letting his nose find her neck, kissing it and nipping at her ear. She trembled with sensation. By the gods, but she was so sensitive and responsive.

"Do you want Abbas's to eat your pussy? He'll get his tongue in deep. He won't miss an inch of your cunt. He's going to lap up all that cream you're making and demand more. I'm going to love watching. How's that, baby?" Kurz husked in Isobel's ear.

Her voice was shaky with newly released estrogen and dopamine from her hypothalamus, as she replied. "I—I... That sounds interesting." She was willing to accept anything just to let her body continue these new sensations. No wonder humans spent so much time in their bedrooms.

"Then ask him nicely," Kurz drawled huskily

Isobel turned to Addas her blue eyes so beautiful and clear so innocent. "Please, I'd very much like for you to eat my pussy."

"Love, you asked for it." His growl resonated in her ears low, sexy.

As though they had planned it, Addas moved lower, spreading her legs even wider with his shoulders, and fucked her with his tongue, filling her and making her writhe and cry out. She stayed still, waiting to see what they would do.

And then she couldn't move at all. Kurz covered her torso with his big body and the warm press of his skin. He leaned toward her pussy. In a move of practiced seduction, his mouth claimed her clit as Addas speared his tongue high into her pussy. Sensation ramped up, and she began disintegrating under the onslaught. It was too much. It was everything.

"Come, sweetheart. Right on my tongue. I want to lick you up." Addas's hands tightened on her thighs as he thrust his tongue back in.

Kurz sucked her clit in between his teeth, pulling hard.

That was all it took. Sensation tightened, seizing her breath and heartbeat, blood pounding. Then she exploded, thrashing and screaming as the orgasm took her. It was more than she'd ever imagined. Pleasure thrummed through every inch of her body as they suckled and fucked her with their mouths until she lay in a boneless puddle.

As she came down, the twins licked more leisurely, as though they simply enjoyed her taste. She panted, melted, feeling drugged by their very presence. This was where she wanted to be. This was what she'd desired to be a female human for.

Her body jerked in little aftershocks. Kurz got to his knees. Addas looked up, his stare locking on hers.

"That was delicious, sweetheart." He pushed up and they all got under covers as they surrounded her with their heat.

"Have I told you how fucking gorgeous you are? Are spent from pleasure only we can give you. Have I told you that I've been hard for you since the minute I laid eyes on you? My cock has been in hell." He stopped, his eyes flaring. "Shit!" He let her slide down gently, making sure she was balanced. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't talk to you that way. I should be gentle. Knowing you're innocent just makes me want you more. It makes me want to stake a claim, but not tonight. Tonight you shall rest, you have experienced to many sensations for a virgin- a murder plot, two husbands, your very first orgasm. You have had a busy day, my love."

Isobel did not want that, She wanted to do away with the whole "virgin" thing and be their woman in every sense of the word.

"But we have not copulated. What about reproduction of children?"

"Aah...children, yes. We shall have those, hopefully many. But sex is also a method of expression of affection- us to you and you to us."

"Oh! I thought you did not have the desire to copulate with me."

Kurz hugged her from behind, "Oh, He wants you. He wants you so bad, sweetheart," Kurz whispered in her ear. "He's never wanted anyone like he wants you. You know how I know? Because I feel the same way. We're crazy about you."

She let her head roll back, finding a place in the crook of his neck. His words both soothed and aroused her. His breath played over her skin. His palm cradled her breast. Her heart filled with a foreign, delicious fullness that grew with each second.

Isobel felt like she belonged for the first time in her life. She belonged to them. She was no longer just a think to obey orders, she could have her own people. There was no need for her to feel jealous of the females in the books in the library. She had what they had too. 

Abbas watched her. Their wife who had so generously given herself to them. If he was to be damned for thanking Belama and Damaya and any other gods who would care to listen, for sending them this particular woman to them, so be it. She had given herself to them so unreservedly, so innocently, it both humbled and filled him with immense pride.

She looked so small sandwiched by their bigger bodies, it was times like these he knew why polyandry was much practiced by the nobles of the Grasslands of Yaneok, theirs was a hard way of life and having a family that functioned as a team really suited them. The tradition of brothers of a family to sharing a wife so they didn't have to divide the family riches or leave any sibling to suffer poverty and always have backup to protect their wife and children was an old one that had been passed down for thousands of years. It was their way of life, and no Cronia nobles could ever shame them. Kurz was sure there were no happier wives than those with Yaneok husbands.

Even if anything ever happened to him, Isobel would never be alone. If one of them went down, she would have one more husband to lean on. They would protect the woman they loved. He'd seen and heard sad stories about some of the widows of guys from Cronia. Once their husbands were dead, they were often utterly alone. Many forced into prostitution to provide for their families as they were penniless.