Ghosts of Averoigne

Four arms lifted her up. They deposited her on the bed, spreading her out across its silken surface. Logan slid up next to her on one side. Jeremy along the other. Kara’s back arched reflexively as she felt a hand go between her legs.

“Can you think of a better way to kill the next hour?” Logan smiled.

Thirty-Eight

The whole thing happened as in a dream. It unfolded slowly, sensually, in the warm, quiet darkness.

Only for Kara was all too breathtakingly real.

She lay sandwiched between the two strong men as they took turns kissing and undressing her. She felt Jeremy’s hands, moving over the flat of her stomach. Logan’s mouth, his lips pressed hotly against her own. She kissed and writhed, twisting her body to accommodate them as, together, they rolled her already-soaked panties down her smooth thighs.

No voices echoed in her head this time. Nothing telling her not to enjoy it. Kara knew what they were about to do was absolutely insane, and that where they were doing it even more so.

She found that she simply didn’t care.

The candles cast a warm glow over the pitch-black room. They illuminated her lovers’ bodies in light and shadow; big and broad and well-defined, both of them so strong and handsome it made her instantly wet.

Logan was still kissing her. His mouth was busy around her neck, licking, sucking, kissing hard and then falling away. He whispered urgently into her ear. Dirty things. Filthy things that he wanted to do to her, some of which he’d already done. He told her how much he wanted to fuck her. How he wanted to feel himself buried deep, thrusting inside her.

On her other side, Jeremy was touching her everywhere. His hands slid up along her hips, coming up beneath her breasts and squeezing them together. Kara gasped as he replaced his hands with his mouth, tonguing her nipples, licking wet circles around them until they were achingly hard.

A hand slid between her legs. She didn’t even know who it belonged to, nor did she care. Kara spread herself wide, groaning as a palm rubbed hard on her clit. She was lost now. Completely gone over.

“Ohhhh…”

She could hear her own wetness. Feel her arousal as it saturated her lover’s hand. Kara bucked upward, churning against it. Begging to be touched more. To be penetrated…

She gasped as a long middle finger slipped into her pussy.

Oh holy fuck…

The silken sheets fe

lt cool beneath her skin, sliding over the surface of her naked body. Every time she moved it was like being on water, like floating on a river… into two sets of big, strong arms.

“Do you want this?”

Logan’s face was only inches from her own. His eyes shared her lust. He sought her complete surrender and Kara gave it. She nodded, biting her lip. He kissed her…

… just as Jeremy slid down and buried his face between her legs.

“Oh yes…” she whimpered. “Oh God yes.”

The feasted on her. Took turns devouring her, inside and out. Jeremy went down on her for a long time, coming up only when his face was covered in her cream. Kara pulled him up and kissed him, tasting herself, even as Logan went down to finish her off. He brought her to the brink of orgasm with his tongue and fingers. Eyes rolling back into her head, Kara allowed him to drive her over the edge as well.

As men they’d been combative with each other, even romantic rivals. But right here, right now, they were a team. They shared the same common interest of pleasuring her, perhaps even of proving themselves worthy in front of each other, in spite of each other.

And of course, they shared another common interest: the baser, more primal goal of using Kara’s body to get themselves off.

She didn’t care. In fact, she wanted it that way. Every last inhibition was gone, dissolved away in the wake of an unspeakable, rising lust. She would do whatever they wanted. Please them in any way possible. Her body quivered around them, and then Kara was pulling them closer, eager to make good on the unspoken promise.

She turned to one side and felt the head of Jeremy’s cock pressed up against her mouth. Kara opened for it, letting it slip past her lips, allowing it to fill her throat. She gripped the base, sucking him hard. Blowing him even as Logan’s tongue fluttered over her clit, his fingers gliding in and out against the thrusting and churning of her hips.

“Fuck me.”

The words slipped out. Her body was more than ready for them.

“Please fuck me…”