Page 4 of Barbarian Daddies

My hands travel down, imagining them to be Maur’s, wishing he would squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples the way I’m pinching them now. Liquid heat gathers between my legs as I envision Kai going down on me, his tongue flicking my clit until I come, until I cry out just before he fucks me out of my mind.

They’re big. I’ve seen them naked a few times. By accident, or so they said. I know they were just flaunting it to drive me nuts. They’re playful like that. They’re fucking huge. Thick and veiny cocks I’m dying to feel inside me.

Yet all I feel inside me right now are my own fingers, curling and thrusting as I almost squeeze an orgasm out of this tortured body of mine. Dammit, my heart’s beating too fast. I keep thinking about them, about losing myself in their arms, about our lips meeting, our tongues clashing. I keep thinking about a real life here, about the comfort of their strength, their devotion, their souls eternally bound to mine. I’m so close to falling off the edge.

But a presence prompts me to open my eyes, and I gasp.

“Kai, Maur,” I whisper, stunned at the sight of them. “What are you two doing here?”

They’re wearing their tribe colors. Orange and yellow animal skins with fringes down to their knees, while their chests are bare, except for shell beads loosely hung around their necks and brown leather strings tied around their bulging upper arms. They’re gorgeous bastards, I’ll give them that. So fucking hot I can’t even bring my hands back up. One is still busy squeezing my left breast, while the other is cupping my pussy, two fingers in.

“We followed your scent, as usual,” Kai says, his voice low and dripping with desire.

Embers burn brightly in their eyes as they come closer, like prowling panthers eager to pounce.

“How long have you been standing there?” I manage.

“Long enough to think we might be able to help you,” Maur replies, half-smiling.

“Help me?”

“You take yourself to the edge but can’t quite seem to finish,” he says. “It must be hard, seeing that not even the love herb is helping you at this point.”

I’m speechless, but they’re not wrong. And I’m too damn horny to hold on to my defenses. I need a release, yes. I need their touch for this release, so I lower my gaze for a moment, hoping they’ll catch on. And catch on they do, because a split-second later, they’re barefoot and naked, their clothes on the obsidian floor, slowly descending into the pool.

“Relax, Cynthia,” Kai growls, his eyes never leaving mine. “We’re not going to rush you into anything you don’t want to do today.”

“As usual, you call the shots,” Maur adds.

It must be hard for them to practice this kind of self-control. We’ve been playing this game for three years. Had I been in their shoes, I probably would have gone crazy. I nod once and watch their smoothly sculpted bodies slip into the dark, steaming water. They glide toward me, their heads and muscular shoulders remaining topside.

I gasp when Kai’s hands snake around my waist. His lips find mine for the first time, and I can’t bring myself to stop him. Maur shifts over to my side, and as soon as Kai lets me breathe for a second, Maur captures my mouth. Their kisses are ravenous and delirium-inducing, their tongues playful as they swirl around mine. Fire burns in my loins as my breathing becomes fractured.

“Let’s get this out of the way,” Kai whispers as he pulls my hand up from between my legs.

“And let’s get you in a more suitable position.” Maur grunts and lifts me off the lower ledge, moving me onto the top one.

Steam rolls off my wet, naked body as Kai sits next to me, kissing me voraciously while Maur spreads my legs wide. His long fingers run up and down the insides of my thighs, his eyes wide with glistening arousal as he enjoys this full view of my pussy.

“Oh, God,” I whisper as Kai trails kisses down the side of my neck.

I tilt my head back while he’s got one arm snaked behind me to keep me in place. The other comes around, hand massaging my right breast as his mouth closes around my nipple. I whimper, shuddering down to the last joint as his fangs nibble on it, ever so slightly, sending electrical jolts through my body.

Maur dives face first into my pussy, his tongue sliding between my slick folds. He slips his fingers deep inside too, prompting me to clench tightly around him. “Fuck, Cynthia, you taste like wild honey,” he whispers, his tongue lapping thirstily.

I feel every single motion, his fingers curling as they slowly retreat while his thrusts become harder and go deeper. Kai suckles on my nipples, taking his sweet time with each as I lose my mind and feel the pressure reaching its peak within my core. It only takes a few more seconds as Maur presses his tongue against my swollen clit and finger-fucks me into a shattering orgasm.

“Oh… OH!” I scream as Kai’s fingers dig into my flesh.

I writhe in sweet agony as Maur squeezes my pussy dry. I’m rippling like a troubled lake in the middle of a storm, pulsating around his fingers as I cry out, over and over, my hips swaying against his savage rhythm. I want more, so much more.

But as soon as my eyes peel open, I realize they’re not touching me anymore. They’re actually moving away from me, and I feel naked and vulnerable all of a sudden. My pride is quick to switch gears, hijacking my brain and decision center.

“You need to ask for everything,” Kai declares.

Yet as he gets out of the water, I can see how fucking big and hard he is. Maur’s cock is throbbing, veins twitching along that long and thick shaft, and all I can think of is fitting the whole damned thing into my mouth. But my mouth won’t say the words.

“Fine, let me finish my bath, then,” I grumble, my voice raspy and low.

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