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“Ach, we care for you sweet mate. An’ if you were harmed, we wouldnae know what t’ do. So you must care also, you ken?” Jae asks.

I swallow, there’s a lot of that going on and I’m upset it’s just saliva. “O-okay.” My gaze trails down their bodies. To their jutting pricks and the mess they’re making on the blanket. I’m pretty sure I’m never going to forget to tell them of my whereabouts again. Because this is fucking unfair.

They both take in deep breathes. Inhaling exactly what I think. And relishing in the scent. From the basket, Jae pulls out cheese, U’s grabs some berries. They alternate with one grabbing something, placing it out and then the other. Adding to the picnic they bring out a small thing of butter and what is and isn’t honey. Bread and slices of meat. My tummy rumbles. Although, they fed me not that long ago, this looks almost as delicious as their dicks.

“Eat.” Jae tells me.

I give him an incredulous look, raising my brows at him and wiggling my hands. He grins, plucking a morsel of cheese and butts it against my lips. I open them and he pops it in. His fingers graze my lips the entire time I chew. When I’m done, I automatically lick my lips and my tongue swipes his fingers along with any lingering crumbs. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to touch—” I lick my lips again and notice their wicked smiles. “Oh you sneaky little—”

Jae lifts me easily into his lap and pulls up my skirt over my ass. Hetraces my bare bottom. “No’ supposed t’ touch, pretty mate.” He chides.

“You put your fingers on my lips! It’s not my fault that I needed to lick my dry lips!” I glower at him over my shoulder. “If anything—”WHAP. “HEY!” U’snar chuckles, grinning toothily just like his brother. Jae rubs my burning flesh and moves to the next cheek. Giving it the same pressured smack. He spanks me again and again. Over and over. My bottom burning and tears pricking my eyes. When he’s done, his hands rubbing and massaging my abused flesh I growl, “You’re a brute.” Jae bends me in front of him. His hands on my hips, forcing my ass in the air before him. My face is in the blanket as he licks each globe. “OH! My god! What are you doing?!” I squeak. I squirm, but get nowhere without my hands.

“Jae makes you scream. Call his name. Focus. Breathe.” The words remind me of Jae’s when we were walking, and it makes me wonder if he was there the whole time. Helping me. Guiding me. Stroking my cheek. It makes this all so much better. Or so much worse. I can’t tell right now. Because between each sentence, Jae swipes lower on my haunches until he’s grazing my lower lips.

“Oh, fuck.” I pant, whimpering. Honestly, if I wasn’t weeping with need before, I am now. Jae plunges inside me. I didn’t know how close I was. I didn’t realize I as ready to fall. Hadn’t seen the climb and now I was shouting my release. Clenching on his tongue and Ifeelhis hum of approval deep inside me. “Jeezus christ. Oh fuck me. Jae.” But he doesn’t. Merely laves at my nectar and cleans me with his tongue. Every part of me sensitive and twitching.

Jae sits me back down, but now, leaning against U’s, who has seated himself in my spot. They take turns feeding me. Making me lick the butter and honey or juices that have spilled onto their fingers. Jae doesn’t spank me again but occasionally he’ll trail his unoccupied hand against my bottom and it’ll reignite the burn. When all the food is gone, the three of us eating our fill, Jae kneels before me and U’s picks me up by my thighs. I squeak, as my cheek presses into Jae’s chest.

Jae grasps my head lowering me into a near 90 degree fold. His prick sputters against my lips and I lap up the delicious taste of him. Moaning and groaning mixing and mashing together into a symphony of need. U’s notches himself at my cunt. Rubbing back and forth against my clit. “Fuck.” I moan, teeth and lips and tongue grazing Jae.He groans, fingers trembling in my hair.

U’s breeches me and I feel my entire body shudder above him. “Please.” I beg.

Jae lifts my chin, his dick on my chin. “You. We care for you, ach?” I try to nod but am unable. U’s continue sinking me onto him. My fingers flex and fist with my agitation. “We’ll show you again an’ again if need be.” And then I’m seated on U’s and Jae is pressing himself into my mouth.

Fuck.

I swirl my tongue about him on an out stroke. He hisses and dribbles inside my mouth. “Ach, my sweet mate. Breathe.” I take a breath as told. Wondering for a second why, before he’s lodging himself against my throat. Making me swallow him. I moan. Clenching upon them. Both males join in.

Then, we’re a sloppy beautiful mess. Their hands pushing me back and forth. Back and forth. From one to the other. Full all the time. Loving every second of it.

When they’re erratically slapping flesh against flesh inside me. Thrusting and reminding me how much I am theirs, I clench up. Suck harder. And gasp and choke. Body shuddering as my toes curl and hands fist.

Jae pulls from my mouth, spilling against my face, my mouth, on my hair. My chest. The ropes tying me.

U’s fills me up. Until I’m leaking between my thighs. Spilling out from around his lodged heft.

“Fuck.” I whine.

Jae lifts my chin, hand messy in his spend there. Smearing it on my lips. “We weel show you again an’ again if we have t’. You are ouers. An’ we care so much for you an’ youer safety.”

Tears fill my eyes and my lips tremble. “I’m sorry.” I cry. Begging forgiveness for scaring them. For making them fear my end. “It won’t happen again.” This was the punishment. Not the spanking. Not the tying me up. Reminding me of who I am risking when I don’t speak to them. When we don’t talk. Reminding me, that I am not alone. That there are people who care about me.

“No, Ay ken it weel no’.” U’s murmurs into my neck. Into the bite he’s left on my skin. I shudder and his pricktwitches inside.

Jae hums. “Ay ken, it is time for a bath. Donnae you, U’s?”

“Aye. I think youer correct Jae.” U’snar’s lips graze the top of my head.

Untying me, Jae and U’s take care of me just as they said they do. Cleaning me. Kissing me. Loving me. Reminding me how much I mean to them.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: DREAM WEAVER

“Come, Arawn,” I beckon my sweet little ray of sunshine; that is currently quivering like a web in the wind. “Come. We go see Irf?”

Irf is here on the mountain. In fact, he showed up several days ago and holed up in his rooms. Drinking, I was told.

But; and it’s a big one. Ganák said something about how “The Dream Weaver” which was said with MUCH reverence, “can make you forget.” And I realized what he can do. Not for me. Arawn is ababy. He can barely talk and at this point I think he’s regressing as he closes himself off from the outside world. That’s not what I want for my son. I don’t want to erase anything that will build him up. Make him stronger.But he’s two. Why wouldn’t I take that from him? How is it going to make a baby stronger? No.

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