Page 9 of Triplets for the Barbarians

“You taste like a sweet summer’s day,” he whispers against my lips. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”

“We can’t… We promised...” I’m barely able to utter anything coherent.

“Another minute, Jewel, and then we’ll pretend this never happened,” Fadai says, and it’s enough to have me surrender altogether. It’s a lie we’re telling ourselves. We both know it. But we can’t help it anymore. It’s impossible.

He trails kisses down the side of my neck, smoothly pushing me until I lie on my back, my top is gone, and my breasts his for the taking. I was never on the busty side, but Fadai loves what he’s cupping in his hands. Fondling gently at first, his grip tightens on my flesh, making my skin tingle all over as I arch my back, gasping and wordlessly begging for more.

His tongue draws invisible lines down my stomach, his index and thumb fingers pinching my nipples until I cry out. A persistent ache gathers between my legs, tension balling into a concentrated point right where I want him the most. Inside me. Where every nerve ending has come alive, my hips swaying slightly as his mouth moves lower.

“I’m going to taste you tonight,” Fadai says.

I don’t have anything to say in response. How could I? This is one of my secret dreams transforming into a soul-changing reality. All I can do is whimper with desire as he pulls my pants off gently and spreads my legs, his fingertips registering every inch of soft skin on my inner thighs. He takes his sweet time teasing me. I catch a glimpse of him grinning delightedly before his tongue slides between my slick folds, instantly flicking my swollen clit into a frenzy.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, realizing precisely how fucking turned on I’ve been up to this point.

Years of pent-up sexual tension, desire simmering between us every damn day, every damn minute of every damn hour… it was bound to boil over. It was only a matter of time, not a matter of possibility. Fadai moans as he devours my pussy, ravaging me with his lips and tongue until I shatter.

“I… Don’t stop… Please, don’t stop…” I cry out.

“I’ll do you one better,” he says, inserting two fingers inside me.

We’re taking this to the next level, and I’m so close to the edge I can no longer control myself. He sucks my clit, harder and harder, as he presses his tongue against it, his fingers curling with every retreating motion. I’m wound up so tight, I’m going to explode… any… minute… now…

“Don’t stop…”

“How can I stop when your pussy tastes so fucking good?” Fadai replies, then goes back to licking, suckling, and finger-fucking me into the sweetest depths of madness. He adds a third finger, stretching and probing, then gently nibbles on my tender nub until I crackle and come undone.

“AH!”

Colors explode before my eyes as one of his hands kneads my left breast, and the other milks my pussy dry of every glistening drop. I’m gushing and coming hard, and Fadai is eager to drink every drop. I love the sound of his mouth consuming me, of my pussy grinding against his face, wetness aplenty as I ride this orgasm with everything I’ve got.

I’ve pleased myself so many times while thinking about Fadai and Yossul, wondering what it would be like to bond with them the way my friends did with their men, but I never imagined a single climax with just one of them would deliver this kind of decadent bliss.

I’m jelly, soft, and spineless as I delve into the afterglow.

The silence that follows has my mind racing in every which way.

It’s over.

It’s what we agreed upon.

And he knows it. Slowly, he withdraws his hand, and I watch him lick his fingers, tasting every last drop of me as our gazes lock in dark desire. We both want more. But it can’t happen—not here, not now, not when we’ve got so much work to do.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Fadai says as he gets up.

I catch a glimpse of his massive erection, a monstrous cock wrestling against the fabric of his pants. I want that thing deep inside me, ramming into me, filling me to the brim, and removing me from reality altogether. I want to disappear in his arms. Maybe then it would all be over. The war. The violence. The plague. Maybe then we’d get to breathe without having to look over our shoulders all the time.

But that’s not how this works. It’s a hard pill to swallow.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” I repeat, my voice weak and trembling as I watch him leave.

I stare at the door for a while. I can’t even move. It feels too good, the ghost of his mouth on my pussy, the taste he left on my lips, the sensation still reverberating in my breasts. I don’t want to lose any of it, so I hold on to this state for as long as I can. I hold on to this feeling until a heavy sleep creeps up and loads my eyelids with an unbearable weight.

Drifting into dreamland, I dare hope that maybe we’ll pick up where we left off. I even dare imagine Yossul joining in… I see myself submitting to the Kreek brothers and gleefully letting them share me, break me, shake me until the three of us become one. It’s a distant dream, a possible reality at best.

Yet until we win this fucking war… it’s only just that.

A feverish idea I must fight for.

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