Page 79 of Triplets for the Barbarians

“You smell delicious,” Fadai growls, playfully nibbling on my ear.

Their hands travel up and down my body, fingers testing and probing, touching and pinching, squeezing and digging into my flesh as if to memorize every inch of me, while I tilt my head back and try to breathe normally. It’s hard, given how swiftly they turn me on beyond any sense of control.

“Spices and black rum,” I whisper, peering deep into Fadai’s eyes. “Your favorite fragrance.”

We kiss. Hungrily. Madly.

Our tongues clash and twirl as I wrap my arms around their narrow waists. They fondle my breasts, massaging gently before they pause from my lips and move down the side of my neck, then my nipples.

They suckle each in their hot mouths, tongues flicking over them until liquid heat trickles down the inside of my thighs.

I’m gushing, wet and tender, desperate for a sweet release.

My hands work on their own, too small to close around their gigantic cocks, but I’m still able to stroke them both at the same time. Their groans of raw pleasure feel like music to my ears, our breaths ragged as we slowly move toward the bed.

“Oh, you’re so ready for us,” Fadai says as his hand slips between my legs. “So fucking ready.”

“I’m always ready for you, my loves.”

“Take me first,” Yossul says, kneeling on the bed in front of me.

I’m on my knees and holding on to his muscular thighs as Fadai gets down behind me and starts licking my slick folds. His tongue is committed and naughty, his lips soft and warm as he tastes me, as he consumes me, as he sends my senses flaring all over the place.

In turn, I take Yossul in my mouth and deep down my throat, loosening my jaw so I can give him the utmost experience. He moans as he places a hand on the back of my neck to keep me in place while he thrusts his hips forward, slowly fucking my mouth as Fadai fingers my pussy into a glazed frenzy.

I come hard, shuddering from the very center of my being, forgetting all about my generous baby bump and tired ankles as I ride this wave of insane pleasure. I revel in the feel of veins throbbing against my tongue as I deep-throat Yossul into oblivion, sensing him swell. He’s getting bigger and bigger in my mouth, ready to fill me with his seed.

Fadai takes hold of my hips, and I hold on for dear life as he spears me with his full length. I cry out, still shaking from my orgasm, as colors explode before my eyes. My lover fucks me deeper, harder, and faster until I’m compelled to use one hand to rub my own clit in order to induce another climax.

Fadai knows how much I love coming all over him, how much I love letting myself go while he pounds into me like an animal. Yossul holds me by the head, going deeper as well, and before I know it, I’m being fucking both ways, and I’m loving every second of this mindless debauchery.

My pussy clenches when I come again; my soul sings when I feel Yossul shooting his seed down my throat while Fadai fills my pussy, stretching it deliciously.

“Oh, yes!” I cry out with each thrust.

Before midnight, I am melting in my lovers’ strong arms, our bodies tired and glistening with sweat and afterglow. Our hearts echo one another, our flesh worn and soft. When we make love, it’s as if our souls unite, and I forget about everything and everyone else. My fears dissolve into sweet, honey-like nothingness.

“I know you’re scared, baby,” Yossul says at one point. “But you’re not alone in this.”

“We’re with you all the way through to the end,” Fadai adds, softly pecking my lips.

My eyes are closed, but their voices resonate deep within me. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“No, Jewel, we’re the lucky ones. You dropped from the sky and right into our laps at a time when we’d lost any hope for a brighter future,” Yossul says. “It may not have been easy, yet we got through every single obstacle that fate cast against us.”

“What we’re dealing with now is something different,” Fadai says. But we’re still a team—the three of us—unstoppable and determined, just like before.”

“We’re not fighting an enemy anymore,” I reply. “I’m simply scared.”

“Of the future, yes. Because fighting a war came naturally to us, we were raised to do it, and it did well. It was part of who we were. This is different. A family. True love. Peace. Triplets. But please, Jewel, don’t let these fears consume you,” Fadai says. Embrace it. We’ll make it.”

“You’ll make it,” Yossul reassures me, his arms heavy and warm as he envelops me.

“I’ll make it.”

Yet, as much as Cynthia tried to quell my fears, I haven’t forgotten that shade of concern lingering on her face for one second too long earlier this morning. She did her best to comfort me and keep my stress levels to a minimum. She was a good friend, as always. Alicia and Amber, too. They’ve been my rocks as much as Fadai and Yossul.

In that sense, I’m definitely the lucky one.

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