Page 4 of Twins for the Barbarians

“Do you feel it?” Helios groans as he gets down on his knees and beckons my legs to open for him.

“Yes.”

“Can you deny it?”

I glance down to meet his fiery gaze as he dives headfirst and proceeds to mercilessly devour my pussy. His long tongue slides tenaciously between my folds, back and forth, back and forth, causing my nerve endings to ignite as Kharo nips my nipple with his teeth.

Helios drives two fingers inside me as he suckles my clit.

I’m held against the wall, melting in the body heat of two massive men who have been the subject of my most hidden erotic fantasies for the better part of five years. Yet my vivid imagination never once prepared me for this kind of exhilaration as Helios eats my pussy and Kharo pays an enticing amount of attention to my breasts. Helios finger-fucks me into oblivion as I feel myself tightening, clenching, and moaning for release.

Kharo’s fingers dig deep into my hips, claws grazing the skin until it turns red, but I love it. I love the stinging sensation as it overlaps with everything Helios is stirring deep inside me. I’m so close, so fucking close, my knees are buckling.

“Give it to me,” Helios commands me. “Come for me, Alicia. I want to drink you whole.”

“Give yourself to us,” Kharo snarls and briefly comes up for a furiously possessive kiss.

I cry out against his lips as I come undone, as I shudder and unravel against Helios’s mouth, his tongue pressing my clit until I fall apart, until I grab him by the head and push myself harder, my hips thrusting as he keeps his word and drinks me whole.

I cry out in sheer ecstasy as I experience the single most ravishing orgasm of my entire life. My past sexual encounters on Earth were bland at best compared to what Helios and Kharo are doing to me. I’m in pieces, twitching and whimpering like a mindless fool as the whole room turns white, as I’m kissed and set ablaze, my pussy aching for more.

“More…I need more,” I manage in between ragged breaths.

But they pull back even though I can see their gargantuan erections poking against the fabric of their dark blue pants. They pull back to grin like mad devils as they look at me. I’m left standing naked, my skin tingling.

I can tell from the looks in their eyes that this is where it ends right now.

“You’ll be begging for more by the time you understand what’s happening,” Helios says, his chest rising with each deep breath. “Your body is begging already, but I want your soul first.”

“Think of us tonight, Alicia. We’ll certainly think of you,” Kharo adds.

They both head for the door, and I can’t help but curse under my breath. “What the fuck was this about?”

“We’ll talk about Kaos tomorrow,” Helios replies. The bottom line is you’re not going alone, and Kingo won’t be enough company.”

“We’re going with you. Good night,” Kharo says.

And then they’re gone. My fingers are already working their way farther and deeper inside me as I seek to desperately fill the void Helios left in me. I’m desperate for another release, tears pricking my eyes as I’m well aware that whatever I give myself is nothing compared to what Helios and Kharo are willing to give me.

But I need to give myself to them first.

Wholly. Fully.

Dammit. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

2

Alicia

It was a long night, to say the least.

Never have I tossed and turned the way I did after Helios and Kharo left me incensed, burning for more than what they gave me. They did it on purpose, though. I know it. I must’ve struck a chord during dinner. To be fair, I don’t usually go off on my own, and engaging in such a perilous trip down south without them must’ve shifted their protective instincts into high gear. With that came dominance. The kind of dominance they’ve been holding back.

After all, they’re scholarly folks like me. They understand the tenets of anthropology and know to observe and respect the customs of others. Mine involved a certain emotional distance since I’ve been constantly telling myself I cannot become intimate with them—yet that is precisely what we did last night, and it was years in the making. The pot finally boiled over, and now, there’s no putting the lid back on.

My bag is packed for the journey. Kingo is still filling his with necessary items, carefully collecting them from one of the research lab’s tech rooms: vials, light glass receptacles with sealed lids, pipettes, and other vessels used to gather biological material. Kingo casually refers to where we’re going as the mouth of hell itself. Kaos Volcano is meaningful for Sunna’s civilization in that it’s where the culture was born. It’s the source of pain and evil, both literally and metaphorically.

“Make sure you take at least two notebooks with you,” Cynthia tells him as she looks up from one of her microscopes. She’s still working on an effective vaccine for the men since the one she developed for the women doesn’t work as well on males. “You’ll need to take notes on temperature, humidity, and everything that has to do with the environment and its effect on the virus.”

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