Page 44 of Lacey's Warriors

Gwarnon shifted restlessly between them, and a little spark of triumph fired through Lacey’s blood.

Her nipples hardened beneath the silken feel of her gown, and she purposely brushed them over Gwarnon’s bare chest as she slowly kissed and explored Chel’s body. He was thoroughly enjoying the attention, his eyes half closed as he watched her, stroking both her and Gwarnon’s body where they touched. Keeping her bond with Gwarnon wide open, she began to lick circles around Chel’s nipple, curious if he was sensitive there. The rush of lust from his side quickly confirmed it, so she lavished attention on his nipples, nipping and licking them until Chel made soft, absolutely pornographic groans that had her wet pussy clenching.

She allowed him to fist her hair, to pull her head back and give her a drugging kiss that seemed to never end. Kissing her mates was perfect, their minds and bodies moving together as if they’d made love a million times. The taste of Chel, the feeling of his hands in her hair and his lust had her wanting to just throw him on his back and find her relief, but she managed to restrain herself. She could feel glimmers of Gwarnon through their bond and let her love and lust for Chel empty into that dark abyss, hoping one drop reached him.

“Chel,”she said via her implant,“what can we do that would drive Gwarnon crazy with lust?”

The mental image he sent her was so erotic she broke their kiss on a gasp, her eyes no doubt as round as her mouth.

Chel laughed hard as he gathered her into his arms, mentally teasing her for being such an innocent.

She nipped his throat, earning a growl of approval. “I’m not that innocent.”

“Mmmhmm,” Chel nipped her back, making her arch and offer her neck to his talented lips.

“Really,” she all but panted. “I’m not.”

“Prove it. Make my vision come true.”

The hint of challenge in his voice, in his spirit, made her own overly competitive side spark to life. “You got it.”

Laying down next to a slightly shifting Gwarnon, she traced her fingers over his chest and watched as Chel slowly lowered the sheet hiding Gwarnon’s erection.

Relief filled her as she figured, if he could get hard, he wasn’t that bad off.

Raking her nails through the smattering of blue and black hair at his pelvis, she slowly raised her dress, revealing to Chel the fact that she wore no panties.

“Too bad you’re sleeping right now,” Lacey said in a voice husky with passion, “because Chel is about to watch me cum while he jerks off onto your cock. After he cums on it, he’s going to lick every bit of his seed off your shaft, and I will help him. Can you picture it? How good it would feel to have both of our mouths on you?”

The flicker of life from Gwarnon’s bond grew stronger, and Lacey inwardly giggled that a man’s libido could bring him back from the dead.

Leaning her head against Gwarnon’s, she continued to play with his body while Chel began to stroke himself. She told Gwarnon how hot Chel looked, how his tip was already wet with precum, and how much Chel wanted to fuck her. While she talked she began to slowly rub her clit, the little nub so sensitive that she had to slow down or she’d climax too soon.

Then again, by the way Chel was breathing, and how tight his sac was getting, he was near release as well. She closed her eyes, stroking herself and at the same time focusing on Chel and how turned on he was. Amazing, she could just lie here and orgasm along with Chel without having to do a single thing. Flowing deeper into Chel’s side of the bond, she could almost feel the sensation of what it was like to have a dick, and how good it felt to milk the cum to the tip.

The bed shifted a moment before Gwarnon’s rough voice said, “Did you put her to sleep?”

It took a second of effort to pull herself from Chel’s thoughts, but when she opened her eyes she found a smiling Gwarnon staring down at her.

“You’re back!”

His arm trembled slightly, but he managed to capture her lips in an intense kiss that left her gasping for breath. “I missed you so much, Lacey. So much. I cannot even begin to describe how I hurt. Please, please do not do that to us again.”

“I didn’t have much say in the matter considering Lord Rell basically kidnapped me,” she muttered, still too happy that he was awake to stop smiling.

Chel knelt next to them, his throbbing erection bobbing against his stomach as he leaned over and gave Gwarnon a rough kiss that left Lacey tingling. “Welcome back, my mate.”

Gwarnon reached up, his hand much steadier now, and gripped the back of Chel’s head. They must have been having some kind of silent conversation, so Lacey let them have their moment, content to just admire their bodies so close together. A soft, melodic tune began to play from some hidden speakers, and she startled and glanced at the men.

To her shock, Chel and Gwarnon both got out bed, leaving her sitting there in her now rumpled shimmering teal dress, her curls a silky mess, and her body still craving an orgasm. “Where are you going?”

Chel gave her an arch look and said, “We thought you might prefer it if we attended our bonding ceremony clothed.”

“Bonding ceremony? But…. but we were going to…” She leaned forward, resting her hand on the smooth, cool sheet as the men put on their dress uniforms hidden behind a panel. “How did your clothes get here?”

Gwarnon smiled at her, a gleam in his eye that made her weary. “Chel and I both swore that, if the Lord of Life returned you to us, I would no longer doubt his presence, and we would get bonded as quickly as possible. I do not want to go back on my word to the Creator, and I cannot wait to make you our wife. Is that agreeable with you? I am sorry you are being deprived of the elaborate ceremony your mother was planning. I hope she is not too disappointed.”

“I’m not disappointed at all!” came her mother’s cheerful voice as she stood in the now open doorway, holding something long and covered in pink cloth. “If you gentlemen will excuse us, I will have my daughter ready in just a few minutes. I know you want this done as quickly as possible—Gwarnon you made that clear with your mental shouting—but you and the Lord of Life will have to be patient. I need a moment with my baby girl first.”

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