APHRODITE
The night sky was clear, full of stars, full of the giant white moon. It was the month of February, and the air was bitter cool for the desert, the evening chasing away the heat, undoing what the sun had done all day, giving rest to the hot and cooling the sand and sending a thankful breeze. In the middle of nowhere in India, the sky was vast and bright, the sand soft and bearable. A camp was made for shelter upon that bearable sand, and a giant fire started to ward off that cold breeze that could chill to the bone.
In the middle of nowhere in India, freedom had been given and the lost had been found.
The big fire roared, the light dancing upon the makeshift overhang of an incomplete, half-finished tent. Blankets had been set on the sand for a temporary bed, scattered bags opened after various items had been found. The flames gave warmth and light, the blankets comfortable for sleep after a long day of hiking. The stars glittered, the moon shined, the breeze travelled and the fire flickered.
In the middle of nowhere in India, I gasped loudly and let my head fall back as I clutched at the skin above me with my long black painted nails.
Feminine moans filled the air. Deep, guttural groans and growls from the ones above me shushed me and yet continued on. With my reaching limbs and curves that beckoned them, I shook my head back to rid my sweaty face of the long blonde waves that were steadily becoming a nuisance because of their length. With pale skin and green eyes, I opened my red mouth to give them more of the arousing sounds I knew drove them crazy. Both of the men, almost encompassing me completely, Aristos took my knees and pushed them up almost to my shoulders as he continued to please me. Scott loomed over my head, his cock sliding in and out between my lips. The threatening growls from Ari's throat were loud, his mouth and teeth dug into the flesh of my thigh as he took and took and took from me.
Scott once took me away by force, had kidnapped me away from Ari. Now, I was with them both willingly.
Please stay with me. Both of you.
They both had told me earlier that they couldn't turn me away. They said they both decided they would share me because I belonged to them.
Wearing only my navy blue colored bra, I pulled Scott's hips closer to me and wrapped my lips around him tighter as he furiously drove himself into my mouth. I growled at him when he pushed me back down, while Ari held my knees up for him so he could support his weight with his hands on either side of me. I raked my nails down Scott's legs, over the sides, as Ari pounded away at me, edging us closer to release after weeks and weeks of being apart.
After Ari and I returned to free Scott from the prison, the three of us caught the next departing flight to India, and then walked all day in the Indian desert. My small hands entangled with their large hands, they pulled me closer to a destination as we walked through the desert earlier that day, a place we would have to travel to on foot because we had no other means of transportation. And when night fell, the weariness of hiking for hours caught us and stopped us so that we could make some kind of shelter with the supplies we brought with us. And after the fire was created to keep us safe and warm and the shelter built, I took on the job of taking care of Scott again.
From long days in the prison, Scott was filthy from weeks trapped in hell, his breathing practically reduced to nothing but a wheeze when the infected puncture wound in his side inflamed from poor care. And wanting to be prepared for the very worst, I brought along with me to India everything I thought I would need to tend to him. I softly washed his skin to clean him, running the soapy rag over the grime and sweat from six weeks trapped in prison. I only wondered briefly about how exactly he ended up there. I knew it had to do with Sienna and her father. But I remained silent as I helped soothe him.
