Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Both twins were instantly concerned.
“Gods, lelka—are you all right?” Suddenly Fierce was kneeling over her and Hold was as well.
“Do you feel lightheaded, my lady?” he asked, clearly going into doctor mode.
Celia shook her head.
“No, I…I’m all right,” she assured them. “That was just…really intense, you know? I don’t usually, uh, do anything like that and it kind of surprised me how good it felt.”
“Felt good for us, too,” Fierce assured her.
“Very good,” Hold agreed. From somewhere in the backpack, he produced several small absorbent towels. He began wiping away his own cream with one and handed the other to Fierce to do the same.
“Do you two always make this much, uh, cum?” Celia asked, watching them.
Fierce gave her a sly grin.
“I don’t know…do you always make so much honey?”
Celia looked down at herself and grimaced. Her inner thighs were shiny and her pussy was practically dripping wet. She started to close her legs, but Hold stopped her with a hand on her knee.
“Wait, my lady—allow me,” he murmured. Pulling another soft towel out of the pack, he bent over Celia and began wiping her thighs dry gently.
At first she tensed up, but the Light Twin obviously just wanted to serve her so at last Celia relaxed and let her thighs fall open completely.
“That’s a waste of good honey,” Fierce growled, frowning as his brother tended her. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather let us lap it up instead, lelka? I’d be happy to give your soft little pussy a tongue bath to get you all nice and clean.”
“Fierce!” Hold said, shooting his brother a warning look. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Even if Celia was free and we were having a normal Claiming Period, you still wouldn’t be allowed to bathe her pussy with your tongue until the Tasting Week.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s just, her soft little pussy looks so hot and swollen and tender. Like it needs to be licked,” the Dark Twin protested.
“Nevertheless, keep your comments to yourself,” Hold told him. “If Celia decides to let us taste her pussy, she’ll let us know. Until then, it’s forbidden.”
“I can’t believe we just did…what we did,” Celia said in a shaky voice. “I’ve, uh, never let anyone watch me, you know, come before,” she added in a half whisper.
“Then we’re honored you trusted us with your pleasure, my lady,” Hold said gently. He finished with the towel. “There—you should be dry and comfortable now.”
“I prefer her wet and hot,” Fierce protested. But when both Hold and Celia shot him a warning look, he subsided. “Fine. Sorry, sorry,” he muttered. But Celia noticed that he was still looking at her bare breasts and pussy…and that despite the large volume of cream he had pumped onto his flat stomach, his monster of a cock was still hard. Actually, Hold was still hard as well. It wasn’t difficult to see, since the thin sleep trousers hid absolutely nothing.
“Don’t the two of you ever go soft?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. She had a thought that she ought to pull her shirt down now and cover herself…but somehow she didn’t want to. She liked the way their eyes felt on her, roving over her mostly bare body. She had never felt very sexy or desirable when she was naked before, but having the two big warriors look at her so longingly and with such desire and lust was certainly a boost to her self-confidence.
“Go soft? You mean like a fucking human?” Fierce demanded.
“Kindred males are multi-orgasmic,” Hold explained to her. “We don’t have a refractory period between erections—we can stay hard as long as we need to in order to satisfy our mates.”
“You can? But then…sex must last for hours with you guys!” Celia said, awed. As opposed to less than five minutes with her fiancé.
“It can. Especially Bonding Sex,” Fierce agreed, nodding. “Gods, speaking of being multi-orgasmic, I’m gonna need to stroke it again if you don’t cover yourself soon, baby.”
“Why don’t you then?” Celia surprised herself by saying. “And this time, I want you to come on me,” she added. Dios, what had gotten into her? But laying there, bare for them, she felt incredibly sexy and free in a way she never had before.
“You really want us to come on you, my lady?” Hold asked, sounding surprised, though he was already reaching into his sleep trousers to take out his shaft again.
“Where do you want us to shoot?” Fierce added. He was already stroking himself again, pumping his thick monster of a cock with one big fist.
“On my breasts,” Celia told them. “And my pussy—but not in me,” she added. “I’m, uh, not on birth control.”
“Your wish is our pleasure,” Hold told her, beginning to stroke himself as well.
Celia lay back and watched them both—kneeling on either side of her, fisting their thick cocks as they caressed her body with their eyes. Part of her couldn’t believe she was doing this, but another part felt incredibly hot—like a goddess who was being worshipped in the most primal and primitive way possible.