The Succubus and her two Mates

24| Aching bliss

She did end up putting on a nightgown- a gorgeous red brocade-like number she found in her wardrobe. Brand slipped his pants and shirt back on, considering he didn't have any loungewear clothes in her room.

Less than ten minutes after he placed the order, the food was wheeled into her sitting room - the staff member doing her best not to look at any of them, or the different state of undress her and Brand were in. The seating arrangement was lopsided as Ronnie still had one of the sofas on the balcony, with Brock taking an armchair and Ronnie and Brand grabbing the other sofa. She inhaled her food, her appetite peaked because of her high. It was some kind of pie-like thing - a crumbly pastry with a gravy meat filling.

Her and Brand joked and giggled easily, both at the same level. Brock tried to relax into their company. Every so often, he would stare off into space. It was sense, sense he was feeling left out, but she wasn't sure how to make him feel better, except for the obvious, so she kept him topped up with bourbon, which he kept drinking, so she kept refilling him.

Realising in her altered state she kept forgetting, she finally put some music on, keeping the volume low. Whatever mood Brock had been in was drifting away, and he was starting to relax. She could feel the shift in him, whatever internal conversation he had been having for the last hour was doing something to ease him out of his funk - though she thought that could have been the bourbon.

"I can't believe this is only my second night here." She mused. Brand had cleared their plates and they were comfortably lounging. "When can I be shown around? And I guess where can I go by myself?"

Brock seemed guarded. "I'll take you around in a few days. Better if you stay here unless one of us is with you."

"Oh," she was kinda disappointed, a few more days would be alright... "Okay then."

She saw his drink was almost empty, so jumped up to refill it. He caught her wrist, stopping her from pouring him another. She felt a thrill at the touch.

Damn, how is he so sexy? She wanted to punish him for being such a dullard, but she was feeling amorous again. Plus she wasn't completely heartless- she might have been pissed off too if the two of them had gone off to have fun without her.

She cocked her head at him. "You're done drinking?"

He nodded, letting her set the decanter down before setting his own glass down and pulling her to his lap. She could see Brand set his drink down as he watched them.

Alright, she thought, I guess we're back on again.

"What do you want?" She asked pointedly. She wasn't much for playing hard to get. Never had the patience. Plus, she wasn't usually the one doing the pursuing.

"You." He breathed her scent in. She didn't understand the compulsion from the men, but she figured it had to do with their heightened senses and their inner beasts.

"Hmmm, that's so?" She glanced at Brand. "Just me?"

Brock shook his head. She slipped off his lap and sat by his feet. Brand came down beside her without her bidding, both of them working together to strip Brock of his clothing, Brand taking a moment to rid himself of his. Ronnie kissed Brock's chest, down to his adonis belt as Brand took his cock into his mouth. She shrugged the robe off. Brock's mouth found a nipple, and he drew his hand down to cup the back of Brand's neck. She watched as Brand worked, moaning at the fervor of his movements. He met her gaze and smiled at her around his mouthful.

She couldn't believe how natural it felt to be intimate with both men together. She had had group sex before, but not like this. It was more than feeling their enjoyment, like she could experience anytime. She loved seeing the two men together. Her body responded to theirs instinctively.