Page 13 of Surviving Enchantment: Part two
An arm around her ribs lifted her, and off came her boots.That was managed with a bit of magic.She was in her socks and underwear, but both men were focused on her belly.She felt Solor’s hand first, and he knelt to press his head to the top of the slight swell.He looked up at her.“You have been taking care of this, but who has been taking care of you?”
“My sister when I asked.”
“May we try to do it without you asking?”
She frowned.“What?”
“We want to take care of you, grow affection, and ideally make our connection permanent.”
She blinked.“Um...do you have a timeline for this?”
“Three months?”
She snorted.“Families need a proof of attachment?”
“Well, I want Bump to inherit my power, and that would mean that they have to be accepted by the community, which would need to be in place when they are born.”
“Oh, well, Bump is already accepted by my community.”She smiled but relented.“But I know what you mean.”
He blinked.“You do?”
“Yeah.The you with the horns.When the baby arrives, he gives a blessing.”
“Yes, so youdoknow.”
“Yeah.After I knew what was with me that night, I looked into how you treat your kids.”She glanced over her shoulder.“Both of you.Just in case.”
Demuel grinned.“Thank you.What did you learn about my people?”
“You are a little free with that horn.”
He snorted with laughter.
She turned back to Solor.“Now, I saw that you can do a lot on your knees, but I think getting me out of this underwear would be a nice start.No sense making things harder than they have to be.”Nylora smiled.“I will tackle the sports bra.It is acontents under pressuresituation.”
She took a deep breath and worked the bra up and over her head.Solor made a soft sound and licked at the red ridges and valleys left in her skin.
Nylora felt lust roar through her, and she threaded her fingers into his hair, holding his head to her.The motions of his tongue against her caused her toes to curl and her sex to clench.
A hand moved her hair on her back and off her shoulder.Licking ran along the band line from her bra; healing followed it.She exhaled softly and swayed.A warm haze was wrapping around her, and she let it.
She was lifted and carried to the bed, fingers and tongues slowly brought her to climax, and she panted as her mind gradually cleared from the soft, warm haze.
Solor kissed her softly.“If we get along, I will be putting in for a transfer back to days.That way, one of us will be with you all the time.”
She stared at his bright eyes.“Oh, so you...”
“Moved to nights when you did.”He sighed.“There was a better chance of running into you.”
She sighed.“I am stuck between sweet and creepy.”
Demuel whispered in her ear, “Go for sweet.”
Nylora sighed.“Right.Thanks for taking my socks off.They were driving me nuts.”
He laughed.
She was temporarily sated, so she snuggled in between them and slept.
