Page 6 of A Fool For Her Mates

“Well, Miranda is on a break, but Fancy should be out on the floor. I can bring you to her.”

“Please do so.” I hear the scratch of chairs being pushed and footsteps leaving the room.

What should I do now? What? What? What? the panic I was feeling a minute ago has been replaced by a sort of jumpy confusion. Should I run away? Should I kick the guys out? Shit. Should I hand myself over to the black-suited authorities? No. It all seems wrong. I’ve got to think now. What’s best for me? What do I want?

“Do not worry Fancy. We are not dangerous,” V’Lin whispers.

“Yes, Fancy. You are safe with us. We are only dangerous to others,” H’Row adds, then he yelps as if V’Lin has poked him. “I mean, we are not dangerous to anyone. Unless they would hurt you. Then, we would be dangerous.” He yelps again. “I’ll stop talking now.”

“You have to know we will help you however we can, and we will never hurt you,” V’Lin adds. And the funny thing is, I believe him. I believe them both though I barely know them. Why am I so certain? Have they hypnotized me somehow?

“Yeah, I’m…” I was going to say fine, but the words die on my tongue. I don’t know how to explain the swirl of emotions I’m experiencing right now. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and try to clear my head. The scent of them, the heat of them, is still all around me, and it helps me tune out the noise in my head. In fact, it carries me into a whole different realm of thinking. Not of fight, or flight, but of pleasure. Wow, I guess Miranda was right. It’s been too long, and my horniness has short-circuited my brain.

What’s best for me? What do I want? The answer is ridiculous. Humiliating even. But the idea of it is so delicious that I can’t resist imagining it. I want them. Now. I can already imagine all that blue body paint smeared all over me.

“Fancy,” H’Row sighs as if he can read my mind or whatever signals my body is sending.

“Do you want us to—” V’Lin asks.

“I want you to. I want you both to…” I say and it comes out clipped, like I can’t wait another second. I feel, rather than hear, their intake of breath. They want this too. Somehow, I’m sure of it.

V’Lin is cupping my jaw and gently lifting my chin, while H’Row is sinking to his knees behind me and unbuttoning my shorts. It’s still so dark in here I can’t see their expressions, but I can feel their excitement, their mounting desire, and it’s not just because I V’Lin’s erection is pressing against my belly. It’s like I can hear their voices in my head, not specific words, but their emotions. They want me as much as I want them, and the message I’m receiving is more, more, more.

V’Lin’s lips reach mine, and they're soft and seeking, as if he wants to be careful with me. I moan into his mouth and suck his lower lip. I’m so wound up already that my technique is sloppy and overeager but V’Lin doesn’t mind, if fact he tightens his grip and kisses me harder. When his tongue enters my mouth, I moan in delight. It’s like he knows that all I want now is to be filled by these two men.

H’Row is busy behind me. I feel the cool air of the closet hit my skin as he lowers my shorts and panties to my knees. I should be embarrassed or ashamed as he grips and kisses the curve of my hip, then my ass, but all it does is turn my knees weak with lust. He grasps my legs and helps me take my bottoms off, so I am completely bare and exposed him, supported by him, and waiting for more.

I can’t even begin to question why I’ve suddenly and recklessly been consumed by desire. I should be planning our escape, worrying about the black suited guys. All of that. But I can’t seem to care. And then I feel H’Row’s tongue tracing up the inside of my leg and it blows away the last shred of my rational thought. I tilt my hips back and open my legs. Giving him more access. Offering myself to him. He rumbles appreciatively and grips my ass, opening me wider.

V’Lin’s tongue is stroking into my mouth in a carnal rhythm that has my pussy literally dripping. And then he’s rucking up my polo shirt and palming my breasts. There’s so much happening at once, I feel like my blood is on fire. And always, that mantra of more, more, more pulses in my brain, egging me forward, echoing my own climb towards release.

H’Row begins sucking the delicate skin of my inner thigh and I can’t help groaning into V’Lin’s mouth. No one has touched my pussy yet and I can barely stop from squirming because I want them to so much. Then finally, finally, V’Lin pushes my hips up and slides his tongue into my slit and I almost start to cry. Holy shit, his tongue! I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s long and strong and thrusts into me in a way that I feel down to my toes.

I shamelessly push back to meet him, wanting more, wanting to be pushed to my limit. As if hearing me, he grips my hips so I’m grinding onto his face and fucking me deeper with his tongue. Again and again, he fills me, then abruptly changes his position, and sucks my clit into his mouth.

Pleasure arcs through my body like a downed power line, obliterating everything in its path. I can vaguely feel myself crying out, but the sound is swallowed by V’Lin’s kiss. The pleasure vaults through me in waves until I am completely wrung out, collapsed against V’Lin’s chest with H’Row’s face pinned beneath my spread legs. I tell myself to move, to get off them, but my limbs won’t comply. And it’s not helped that we’re all wedged into a tight, dark space.

“Here you go, Fancy,” V’Lin whispers and levers me up. At the same time H’Row extracts himself from the tangle of my legs. I’m on my knees, naked from the waist down, and I can feel that first bubble of anxiety starts back up. But before it can fully blossom into panic, H’Row puts a hand under my elbow and helps me get to my feet. He wraps his arms around me from behind and presses me to his chest. Ahh, he’s so warm and big behind me.

“Thank you, Fancy, for being here with us. Please, do not worry. We will take care of you,” he says. I’m not sure whether to be happy or confused. What exactly does he mean take care of me? Take care of me where? How?

“Shhh. We will talk soon, but first we must leave this place,” V’Lin explains. I feel him leaning down and searching the floor. In a moment, he locates my underwear and shorts and helps me get dressed, which isn’t that easy because H’Row is still holding me tight. “H’Row, grab the battery. We need to leave.”

“I’ve got it. Let’s go.” I can hear H’Row’s focus and determination, and he slowly releases my body from his hold. I feel the loss of his arms, his warmth, and want nothing more than to have him enfold me again.

“Fancy, can you help us escape?” V’Lin is saying. Damn, I need to snap out of this haze.

“What’s that?” I ask to buy myself some time.

“Can you help get us out of here?” V’Lin says.

“I think so, but it’s going to involve a lot of running. Can you manage that?”

“Yes, but I think we’ll have to remove the shoes you gave us,” V’Lin says solemnly. I can’t help a small laugh; they’ve been looking for an excuse to lose those flip-flops since I got them.

“Go ahead and take them off. Where we’re going, they won’t do much good.”

Chapter 6: V’Lin

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