Page 60 of Barbarian Daddies

This used to be a king’s residence, after all. Long before the plague and the war.

While the ground floor is decorated in a simple yet sumptuous manner, the first level is devoted to the finest woods Sunna has to offer. A blackwood hardwood floor, polished to perfection and stretching against the blood-wood paneling on the walls, while playful smoked-glass scones cast their warm glow across each open space. Some paintings from before the civil war era have survived, as did several other decorative objects—obsidian statuettes, solid gold bookends, and fine, porcelain vases with intricate painting details in shades of red and bronze. I can almost imagine this place in its heyday, with flowers blooming in ceramic pots that only gather dust now, with polished wood surfaces and glistening windows, with flowing lace curtains and sunlight pouring everywhere.

It is our home, though. Our new home.

And we will make a heaven of this place, much like we did with the Sun River Plateau settlements.

“Let me show you the master bedroom,” I tell Kai and Maur.

Our men have already been through the building and cleared out anything that may have reminded us of Selina and her mercenaries, so I know we’re starting from scratch.

“I was waiting for you to say that,” Kai growls subtly from behind me as I lead the twins through a set of wide double doors.

It’s way prettier from inside. The last time I caught a glimpse of this room, I was hiding under the window, on the outside, clinging to the ledge while trying not to get caught escaping.

The floor is polished blood-wood, a reddish brown with swirling rings that make the entire surface appear liquid. The walls are a soft cream, a warm hue with just a tint of amber that gives warmth to the entire room, while delicate lace curtains frame each of the three sun-facing windows. The furniture is old but well-kept and occasionally treated with a special oil—I can tell from its glistening surfaces and the vigor of its color, yet the bed is still the mighty centerpiece.

A massive four-poster structure with lacy curtains and white silk sheets.

As the morning light pours into the master bedroom, and as Maur slowly closes the doors behind us, I know what’s coming next. And I’ve been aching for it for what feels like fucking forever. I stand quietly at the foot of the bed, staring at the multitude of decorative pillows, their delicate cases embroidered with gold thread and gemstones of varied colors, and listen to the sound of my men’s war gear and clothes coming off.

Boots. Loin cloths and armor. Belts and buckles. Weapons and quivers. Whips and knives. Every object of violence seems to dissolve into the blood-wood as I turn around and face Kai and Maur—gloriously naked and rock-hard, gorgeous and ravaged by the battle they’ve endured to get to me. I see wounds already healing, superficial cuts and bruises I plan on cleaning and kissing individually. But that’s for later.

Right now, we have something we desperately need to get out of the way.

Kai nods at my dress. “Take that off.”

“I love you,” I say and do as I’m told, eagerly peeling the fabric off my body and letting the whole thing fall to the floor. “I’m ready to spend the rest of my life you.”

“Is this you trying to make up for not coming back to us after you got away from Dahlen?” Maur shoots me a cool grin, but the embers in his eyes burn brightly, telling a different story. The constant twitching of his magnificent cock speaks of his desire, his urge to bury that giant thing deep inside me.

We’re just teasing each other, anyway. And I’ve recently learned there’s nothing I like more in this world than to tease my two tall, strong Sunnaite men. Watching their tails flick furiously behind them causes liquid heat to gather between my legs as I slowly touch myself under their gaze.

“I’ve got many ways to make up for my transgressions,” I mumble, licking my lower lip.

My hands cup my full breasts, squeezing gently as the index finger and thumb close around my nipples, tightening until I gasp sharply. A muscle ticks in Kai’s jaw as he moves closer, his black hair a dark mess casting shadows over his handsome face.

“Show me one way,” he demands.

Maur is already stroking his cock, watching me as I bring one hand down between my legs while the other stays focused on my right breast. Kai takes hold of the left one, quietly fondling it, running his claws over the hardened nipple before he closes his mouth around it and hungrily suckles it. My fingers slip between my wet folds, my clit swollen and begging for more. My pussy aches, the void inside me getting bigger, the tightness in my core amplified to the point where my breathing becomes ragged, uneven.

“On your knees,” Kai commands me.

“Yes, sir,” I reply with a devilish smile and kneel before him.

“Keep touching yourself,” he says. “Just like that.”

“Yes, sir.”

Maur joins him, a ravenous look lingering in his eyes as they both offer me their gargantuan cocks. They grip their shafts tightly by the base, guiding the bulging tips toward my parted lips. I’m kneading my own breast and rubbing my clit, one finger slipping inside me, slick with arousal. I am dying to be filled, to be claimed savagely by my twins, yet they tease me… they keep me waiting.

I guess I deserve it.

“Open wide,” Maur says.

I take him in my mouth, my jaw loosening as I relax the back of my throat so I can welcome as much of my man as possible. My lips stretch around his generous girth, the veins throbbing madly against my tongue as he thrusts himself deeper. He cuts off my air supply as he fucks my throat, slickly sliding in and out and growling with excitement before he pulls back and lets Kai do the same.

The taste of his pre-cum lingers on my tongue as I welcome him, as I suck him harder and faster, as I let him go deeper as I devour him. They take turns while I flick my clit into a senseless frenzy, edging myself and keeping the inner fire blazing wildly as I prepare for what I know will be an explosive release.

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