Page 53 of Triplets for the Barbarians

By morning, Sky Tribe troops might appear on the horizon, their war drums thudding as their jets fly closer and closer in an attempt to pierce through the city’s protective black mist. By morning, we could be bracing for the last and bloodiest stage of this war. And so, every night, we love each other to the fullest—shamelessly, fiercely, like savages with nothing left to lose.

Tonight is no exception, so I welcome my men as they approach me, as they tower above me with their gargantuan frames. I’m tiny by comparison, kneeling before two twitching erections that beg for my lips and tongue. I grasp both by their bases, tightening my grip so I can feel their veins swelling against my nimble fingers. Liquid heat pools between my legs, trickling down my inner thighs as I take Yossul in my mouth first. I suckle the purplish tip, tasting the pre-cum on my tongue, then let him slide down my throat.

“By the gods, I will never get tired of this,” he grunts and thrusts himself deeper.

He runs his fingers through my hair, caressing my face before he lets Fadai take over. My lips stretch around his cock, and I relax the back of my throat to let him go as deep as he can, reveling in the ragged sounds of his excited breathing while I stroke Yossul from the base to the tip, faster and faster.

I service them in long, torturous rounds, stroking and sucking, licking and deep-throating with unabashed pleasure.

Gradually, their turns become more possessive. Their movements lose subtlety.

Fadai grabs me by the head and keeps me in place as he fucks my mouth and throat like a veritable savage. I welcome every glorious inch as I let one hand slip down between my legs. My clit is swollen and begging for attention, and my pussy is primed and ready for much more.

I make myself come as Yossul drives himself so deep inside me, grunting like a beast while tears stream down my cheeks—tears of raw and mindless pleasure.

“Come here, my love,” Fadai gasps as they lift me off the floor and throw me onto the bed.

I yelp and laugh as I land on my belly, my breasts soft against the silken sheets. Yossul comes up and kneels in front of me while Fadai’s got me by the hips, fingers with short, black claws digging into my flesh.

My soul explodes like a maddened supernova as he spears me with his full length, my pussy clenched tightly around his engorged member, while Yossul fills my mouth once more. I hold on for dear life as they fuck me with abandon, the rhythm intensifying as I lose my mind and give into it.

“Take it, take it all,” Yossul roars as he thrusts himself deeper down my throat, each motion smooth as my body adjusts to his unnaturally large size.

“All of it, Jewel,” Fadai says, slapping my ass and pounding into me harder and faster.

The sting of his slap causes an instant orgasm to storm through me. I come quickly, rippling outward and moaning harshly with a mouthful of Yossul as Fadai goes deeper. I feel them both inside me. The climax is nearly too much to bear. Everything turns white as I feel Yossul’s cock growing even bigger.

“Come for me, baby!” I cry out as I stroke him harder, tighter, faster.

He’s got me by the head, grinning like the devil as he steals a glance at his brother. I’m screaming in sweet agony as Fadai fucks me out of this world, and just then, Yossul slides into my mouth, past my tender lips, and shoots his load down my throat. I swallow every fucking drop, drinking him dry as I feel Fadai exploding inside me.

I manage a muffled scream, sucking Yossul hard to maximize his orgasmic sensation, knowing full well that his cock is insanely sensitive at this point. He hisses, his hips jerking, but I refuse to let him go as I gently squeeze his balls until he shudders and fucks my mouth some more.

I can’t see a thing as I collapse on the bed. My body is spent. Their flesh is glued to mine, sweat dripping, muscles twitching, hearts thudding maniacally as we bask in a dark and silent afterglow. I try to catch my breath, but I’m not ready to come down from the heavens, and neither are my men.

Minutes pass in the quiet night, but only a few before Yossul decides it’s time for him to have a turn with my deliciously tender pussy. I’m writhing and pinching my nipples tighter and tighter as both men share me, as I’m possessed and tortured into the purest form of bliss.

By midnight, they’re both inside me. Both monstrous cocks fill me beyond my wildest dreams, stretching my taut pussy and making me scream in pleasure as I come hard, again and again, glazing them with my juices while they pump me full of their seed.

“Not once did I ever imagine myself like this,” I whisper while my head rests on Yossul’s chest while Fadai drops soft, wet kisses along my spine. “Submissive and eager to be so. Men used to be scared of me on Earth.”

“Most men are scared of you, even on Sunna,” Yossul chuckles. “Fadai and I are just crazy enough to love you and want you precisely the way you are, Jewel.”

I lift my head so I can look him in the eyes. “We have to win this war,” I tell him. “Yossul, we have to survive.”

The sadness of his gaze feels like a knife plunged deep into my heart. His and Fadai’s silence serves as the poison on the blade. I can’t ask them to lie to me, no matter how beautiful the lie may be. In the end, the truth remains the same.

We may survive tomorrow, and the day after, and so on. Or we may not. What we have with undeniable certainty is now, only now.

These tears that prick my eyes are the product of sadness—proof that I’m not blind, that I can see the inevitable even as I wish to hear sweet lies rolling off the tongues of my men. But the Kreek brothers do not lie.

No, instead, they claim me again until I’m simply too exhausted even to function.

It’s all they can do.

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Jewel

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