Drystan’s eyes lit up. “Let’s try something a little different then.” He locked gazes with his brother, and Alistair blinked as he read his brother’s intentions.
“Is she ready?” he asked, looking between them.
Dareena frowned. “Ready for what?”
“For us both to take you.” Drystan slid his arms around her from behind, nibbling on her shoulder while he massaged her breasts in both hands. “Together.”
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Together.
The word echoed in Dareena as she stared at Alistair, her breaths quickening. Little thrills of pleasure sizzled through her body as Drystan continued to play with her breasts from behind. His cock nudged her bottom, and her mind flashed back to the time she had made love with Lucyan and Alistair at the hot springs. The promise Alistair had made her then…did he mean to fulfill it now?
“Yes,” she said, reaching for him. He came to her, taking her face gently between both of his hands. As he kissed her deeply, she closed her fingers around his cock, massaging him while Drystan ran his hands all over her body. Her skin burned, and the space between her legs throbbed with unrequited need. Drystan’s fingers felt good there, but she wanted, no, she needed more.
“Come here,” Drystan said, tugging on her hips. He pulled her farther into the middle of the bed, then pushed down on her lower back, urging her onto all fours. Suddenly, Alistair’s cock was right in front of her, and Drystan’s was pushing in from behind—
“Yes,” she said again, the word a low groan in her throat as he slid deep inside her. Taking Alistair into her mouth, she sucked him hard while Drystan pounded into her from behind.
“Just like that,” Alistair panted. He gripped her hair in his hand and pushed himself even deeper, until she was nearly gagging. Sensing her distress, he gently withdrew, then slowly filled her mouth again, gradually allowing her to get used to his girth. Soon enough, her gag reflex relaxed, and she took him easily. Staring up into his hot, amber gaze as he slid in and out of her, slick and smooth as satin, made her even wetter, and she ground her hips back against Drystan, urging him to thrust harder.
“Fuck,” Drystan gasped, his fingers digging into her hips. “I’m going to come right now if we keep this up.”
“Not yet,” Alistair warned. Dareena protested as her mates pulled away from her at the same time. But then Drystan turned her around, kissing her hard as he pulled her on top of him. He propped himself up on the pillows, then slid his hands under Dareena’s bottom and slowly lifted her onto his cock. Pleasure filled her again, but before she could move, she felt Alistair’s hand at her bottom, his fingers slick with oil.
“Are you ready?” Alistair breathed into her ear. He slipped one finger inside her, then another, and she whimpered as he stretched her hole, preparing her. At first his fingers felt uncomfortable, even with the oil, but Drystan shifted beneath her, and a spear of pleasure shot through her as his groin pressed against her clit.
“Yes,” she said, her voice breathless. She perched on a knife’s edge, caught between fear and anticipation.
“Relax,” Drystan soothed. He reached up to stroke Dareena’s face, then pulled her down for another kiss. As he stroked her tongue with his, Alistair pushed the head of his cock inside her. Dareena hissed as he slowly filled her, inch by inch, then just as slowly, withdrew.
He went on like that for a little while, Drystan remaining perfectly still beneath her while Alistair took his time, allowing her body to become familiar with this new way. He was not quite as long as Drystan, but much thicker, so it took time to get used to being penetrated this way even though she had done it with Drystan. But like before, her muscles slowly relaxed, and the pain faded, replaced by a deep-seated, pleasurable ache.
“There we go,” Alistair said as she moaned, rocking back into him. The motion made Drystan’s cock slide even deeper into her, and it felt so good, Dareena’s eyes rolled back into her head. The sensation of having both of them inside her at once was indescribable. She felt fuller than ever, and every time she moved, the pleasure was doubled.
“That’s it,” Drystan growled as she moved faster against him. They followed her lead, thrusting harder, filling her again and again, until she was clinging to Drystan for dear life, her nails biting into his shoulders as her body quaked beneath their carnal onslaught. Drystan’s mouth was on her breast, Alistair’s on her neck, licking and sucking and driving her mad. Stars exploded in her vision as she came, harder than ever, and her screams echoed off the walls.
But the brothers didn’t stop. Her screams only seemed to spur them on, and just as she was coming down from the high, another orgasm came up to meet her.
“Yes,” she cried as waves of pleasure crashed through her, beating in time with their thrusts. “Please,” she panted, reaching behind her to slide her hand into Alistair’s hair. “Come for me.” She turned her head and sank her teeth into his bottom lip.
“Dareena,” Alistair groaned, his eyes closing. His cock pulsed inside her as he came, and a few seconds later, Drystan joined him. Intense satisfaction filled her as their groans of release filled the air, and she smiled down at Drystan as he arched his hips into hers, pumping her full of his seed.
“If you weren’t already pregnant,” he said, when his body relaxed beneath her, “you most certainly would be today.”
Alistair and Dareena both laughed at that. Sated, the three of them cleaned each other up, then snuggled together under the covers and debriefed each other about what had happened while they were separated. Alistair and Drystan were impressed with how Dareena had handled the elven delegation and agreed with her sentiment that they should be given small reparations, given how rich they were now and how the elves were not at fault in this war.
“I wish I could have been there to greet them with you,” Drystan said, “but I will be with you when they come back to the table to renegotiate.”
Dareena ran a hand down Drystan’s bare chest, enjoying the way his crisp hairs teased her palm. “I smell the scent of a woman on you,” she said, leaning in for another whiff. Sure enough, there was a feminine scent clinging to him, nearly washed away by their lovemaking, but not quite. A flash of jealousy hit her even though Dareena knew Drystan would never so much as look at another female. “Who was it?”
“Our new oracle,” Drystan said with a smile. “When I went to visit the dragon god, he told me he’d already chosen one, and that I would know her by a dragon-shaped mark on her skin. On my way back from the cave, I ended up chasing off a group of bandits who’d taken over a small village. One of the women was held captive, and when I freed her, I saw the mark on the back of her neck.”