Kidnapped and Claimed

I squeezed them back shut. “I need a bath first.”

“My seed didn’t make you dirty. You’re beautiful as is. Now, open for me.”

“Callarn!”

He laughed. “I’m not touching you yet and you are already screaming my name.”

“But, I’m no—oooh…”

My hips jerked upward when he touched my sex folds. He quickly secured me down. “Stay still.”

I squirmed.

“Do you know what we were thinking once you are lawfully ours?”

I was still busy panting.

Callarn wetted his forefinger and slid it into my cunt with one fluid move. “I will be the one who will take this cunt for the first time, and Ronen will be the one who will take your ass. And, of course, we will fill them both every night, at the same time.”

The promise sounded wickedly delicious. He rubbed my passage, probing me deeper and deeper. “You will take us both, all the way, stretching you open until we are fully sheathed.”

“Oh goddess.”

“Oh goddess indeed,” he solemnly agreed. “Do you know why Khimerian warriors love taking our wives at the same time?”

I supposed I should I ask why. But my head was swimming in so much pleasure.

He continued, “The ultimate bonding. Ronen is my bond brother. You will feel our magic surge into you at the joining. You will complete our bond when we reach pleasure together.” Callarn hit my sweet spot.

“Oh!”

Callarn smiled triumphantly. He focused his rub on that particular area. I squirmed wilder. I shouted when I came.

“What you feel couldn’t be compared to what you will experience when we join, beloved.”

“Goddess.” What he told me made me think that maybe accepting their claim wouldn’t be a bad idea after all. The thought brought shivers of thrills all over my body. Being loved and protected by two men, living in this summer paradise away from Erodan, the hunters, or my duty to the dead duke.

The promise sounded wonderful.

*

Intoxicating fragrant aromas welcomed me as I sauntered to the village center. The night was young and the air was heavily perfumed with the scent of merai flowers that had been enchanted to bloom all year long. Ashanie gave me a task to bring freshly baked bread to the tables, serving the warriors’ dinner.

The bonfire crackled merrily. The warriors were already in their seats, drunk and joking. Several of them eyed me with great curiosity. Some made jokes about me being too thin. And some said that my claimers must take extra precautions not to split me in half. They roared. I pouted. As I was about to withdraw, a hand caught me in my tracks. It was Ronen.

“Dine with me,” he said.

“Ashanie needs me in the cookery. There are plenty more bowls to carry out.”

“I’m sure Ashanie won’t mind if you stay and dine. I miss you.”

I blushed. “How about later? I still have chores to do.”

Ronen got up from the bench. “Fine. Let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and tugged me away.

“Where are we going?

“Privacy.”