Hers to Command (28 page)

“This is insanity,”
Ari panted heavily. “I demand equal time.”

Doral’s warm breath by his ear murmured, “Whenever you think you can take me,
Primo
.” Doral jerked Ari’s arms back behind him, trapping them there, his wrists wrapped in a steely grip.

“I’m letting you win,”
Ari groaned.

A burst of laughter
ended in a snort as Doral responded, “Really?” The steel grip on Ari’s wrists tightened further.

“Perhaps, not,”
Ari conceded, his forehead pressed into the bedding.

Ari’s
position spread his buttock cheeks wide, and a cool draft played over his fully revealed anus.

W
arm oil tickled as Doral drizzled it between Ari’s cheeks. A warm palm smoothed it over his buttocks. A broad, slippery fingertip rimmed his anus.

“That is insanely good, Doral.”
Again, his heavy rod wagged beneath Ari and his balls contracted up only to slide down again.

“
My Lady, have you ever seen the way of a man with a man?” Doral asked.

“
Um, no.”

“
Have you ever experienced anal penetration?” Doral’s fingers found Ari’s balls and shaft. “Either with a man’s cock or a toy?”

Slick with oil, Doral’s hand encircled Ari’s cock and pulled in long strokes. Ari
choked off a moan of desperation.

“
Ahhh, no,” Fleur responded.

The
visconte’s hand returned to a buttock cheek, kneading it. Doral’s thumb stroked over Ari’s anus repeatedly.
Damn the man, he knows just how to play me.

A low growl rose up from
Ari’s chest. He tried to muscle his wrists free. Impossibly, the iron grip tightened further. Ari relaxed back into the bedding.

“
How long has it been since you taken a man here,
Primo
?” Doral slowly insinuated the tip of his thumb into Ari’s opening. A long groan issued from his mouth before Ari could pull himself together to answer.

“
It’s been awhile.” Ari lifted his head, meeting Doral’s eyes over his shoulder.

“
To my shame, as badly as I want you, Ari, this may be of brief duration.”

Ari
pressed his head back down into the pillows with an amused snort. “You will have a lifetime of opportunity, lover.”

“Fleur, can you reach that oil? Thank you. We need
more lubrication.”

Thinking of Doral’s horse cock,
Ari couldn’t refrain from the muffled comment, “And it will still hurt like the seven hells.”

“
Doral?” Fleur’s voice held concern. “Is Ari right? I don’t want to hurt him.”

“We have been taught to find pleasure in pain
.”

“
Ari, is that right? Does pain arouse you?” Fleur asked hesitantly.

“
Yes.”

Fleur murmured, “I want to touch you, Doral. Please.”

“Oh yes… your hands will feel vastly better than mine. Use the oil liberally.”

Ari
heard the slippery sounds of Fleur’s hands slicking up and down Doral’s cock then Doral’s gasp. “Stop! Or I won’t survive the next few minutes.”

Fleur released a low
hum of enjoyment. The pillows sagged by Ari’s head as she sat back.

Ari
next felt the tip of the bladder gently inserted into his opening and the feeling of warmth as the lubrication flooded his passage. Doral released his wrists and Ari allowed them to fall to his sides.

Ari
felt his cheeks spread wide then warm centering circles as Doral sought entrance with what was surely a godsbedamned
tree trunk
. With careful, small pulses, Doral began to work himself in.

“
Fuck!” Ari grunted as the burning intensified. His anus stretched, then stretched more.

At Fleur’s distressed whimper,
Ari soothed her in gasps. “It’s all right. It’s all right. I want Doral, Fleur. I want him.”

Ari
groaned. “Fleur, get your hands on my cock and, gods, don’t stop.”

Doral’s breath labored
along with Ari’s. Doral paused, little more than an inch inside before biting off an explosive, “Damn!” and jerking out. Ari grunted an expletive at the swift lancing pain and hot sensation.

Panting heavily Doral waited a moment before entering
him and regaining lost ground.

This time
, Doral pressed forward steadily until several inches of his thick cock lodged in Ari’s passage. “Tight. Tight. You are so tight. Ah…gods! Good!”

Fleur stopped stroking
Ari’s cock, fascinated with the erotic tableau before her – the primal sounds and display of masculine sexuality. Both men were fighting not to come. Warm, viscous fluid flowing from the head of Ari’s rigid cock had covered the back of her hand. Doral’s thick, muscular thighs surged against Ari’s tight, rounded buttocks. His iron grip made dimples in the lean mass of Ari’s hips as he held Ari in place. The guttural sounds of intense pleasure escaping both men set Fleur on fire. Unconsciously her hand migrated down to stroke her clit, another inched up to her nipple and passed back and forth over it.

“
Damnation, man, move faster!” Ari shoved his haunches back into Doral.

Fleur watched as Doral’s thick member speared further inside
Ari. Swearing, Doral clamped down on Ari’s hips, his forearms and hands shaking from strain.

“
You move when I tell you,” Doral ground out. “Or this will be over quickly.”

Pulling Ari’s hips to him,
Doral leaned forward, hugging Ari, then straightening until both men were kneeling. Doral’s heavy cock had disappeared, firmly embedded between Ari’s cheeks. Ari’s shaft rose urgently, rigid against his stomach, clear fluid pearling then dripping from its tip.

“
Look at our queen,
Primo
,” Doral growled.

Her half-lidded, blue eyes wondered over them guilelessly
, her nipples hard little nubs. The feminine playground where her hand frolicked was spread apart, swollen a flushed rose pink. Her fingers created liquid sounds as they stroked inside, then out to circle her clit. “Do you want to take me like this, Ari? I think I’d like it,” she teased, her voice low, sultry.

“
Be warned, I can’t take much more of this,” Ari choked, breathing forcefully through his nose. “She is so endearingly eager.”

“
Kitten, lie on your back in front of him. Hold your knees up. Spread your legs. Open your pretty pussy for us.” A smile stretched her lips as she realized Doral’s intentions.

“
I am going to lean over again,” Doral ordered. “Put your cock in her.”

“
I will last two seconds, if that,” Ari warned in a choked gasp.

Doral chuckled painfully.
“Sounds good. Fleur might be the only one left wanting. But we will take care of you, kitten.”

“
I’m not worried,” she whispered. She looked at Ari and purred, “I will be disappointed if you can’t manage at least ten strokes, my husband.” Her voice turned husky. “For Verdantia.”

“
Three, I could manage three,” Ari gasped.

“
Eight,” she countered.

“
Five, he will do five. Won’t you, my
Primo
?” Doral promised in a thick voice, pushing Ari down toward Fleur’s open warmth, his broad hand guiding Ari’s cock toward her glistening wetness.

“
Five,” Ari grunted. “Five, yeah, five.” He braced himself on his hands, then elbows on either side of Fleur’s shoulders. All she saw was muscle. Doral followed Ari down until Ari’s cock seated fully in her hot wetness, filling her, stretching her. They could not blame her for her whimpers of, “Good, so good, more, Ari, more.”

“
One—doesn’t that—count—as one?” Ari choked out.

“
No,” Fleur and Doral groaned in unison.

Ari
panted through clenched teeth. Doral slid his cock back a few inches.

His thighs trembled, threatening to give out at t
he pleasure multiplying upon itself as Doral’s thickness slid past the sensitive nerves of his sphincter muscles and the ball of Doral’s piercing rubbed a spot insanely sensitive.

“By the seven hells, man!”
Ari choked.

Doral held
himself at his very entrance for a heartbeat then pulled Ari’s hips back with a grunted command of “Move.” As Ari withdrew from Fleur, the tight walls of her pussy stroking his overwrought erection, Ari impaled himself on Doral’s cock. The heavy grip of Doral’s hands on his hips forced Ari to sink back into Fleur, Doral’s heavy shaft sliding outward again. Ari didn’t care how it sounded. He whimpered.

“
That’s
one.” Doral choked heavily.

“
Ari can’t answer you,” Fleur purred, her voice coming from somewhere underneath him. “You count for him.”

Ari
stroked out and in again.

“
Two,” Doral said.

Ari
moved again, unable to maintain his coordination, his arms trembling, his motions jerky. Small animal sounds escaped his mouth.

“
Three,” Doral said on a tortured groan.

Ari’s
hips retreated and thrust. “End this. By the gods… I’m begging.”

“
Four.” Doral’s voice struggled to be anything other than a grunt. “I am going to come next time you pull back, Ari.”

With a feral snarl of
“Five,” Ari slid his hips back then forcefully slammed forward into Fleur. The booming, rumbling bass notes of the
diamantorre
obscured his scream of climax.

Doral followed
him down, his shaft pumping shallowly, filling Ari’s back passage with warmth. With every pass of Doral’s cock, Ari shuddered violently. The dual sensations of Fleur’s slippery warmth and Doral’s gentle surges prolonged and intensified his climax into an endless loop. The erotic pressure built until Ari could not stop his roar of mindless release as Doral’s own filled his ears.

Ari
collapsed, insensate.

He
floated in the timeless, amorphous, dark mass he knew as Verdantia’s sentience. Ari was not alone. Another intellect shared his blackness, shared his awareness of
Her
.
A gossamer thread of brilliant white floated through his senses, linking him to—Doral! He could feel the other man’s wonder. Then all was obliterated by
Her
voice.

My children. Approval.

Echoes of thought trailed through his mind. Then
She
faded, leaving behind the pulsing white thread connecting them and a trailing streak of fragile paleness he not been aware of immediately.

Satisfaction. Female child.

Radiance suffused the shapeless blackness. Three glowing orbs in the shape of a triangle, circled slowly linked by gossamer threads of white brilliance.

My children. United.

“The Tetriarch,”
whispered through his senses. A sensation of euphoric enlightenment inundated his mind. Then—nothing.

He surfaced to awareness when he heard Fleur’s muffled squeak, “I need air, air,” accompanied by the small assault of her hands.

“
Doral, we are suffocating Fleur, roll over,” Ari groaned.

He
hissed as Doral pulled out of him and slid to the side. “By the Seven Hells, my ass is going to hurt,” Ari growled as he pushed off Fleur, wincing.

“
I have heard that complaint before. I keep a supply of herbal balm you can use. It will relieve much of your soreness.”

“
With that horse cock of yours, I’ll need a life-time supply.” Ari groaned, shifting in discomfort.

Doral opened one eyelid and eyed
him. “Regrets?” he murmured hesitantly.

“
None. As soon as my sore ass recovers, we can do it again.” Ari grinned. “Maybe we can last longer than five strokes,” he teased. “This was
not
our proudest hour.”

“
No,” Doral chuckled, sharing his amusement. “Not even close.”

“
I would like to see you take Doral, my husband.”

Fleur’s murmur had both
of them turning to look at her. She lay flat on her back, eyes closed, a blissful expression stamped on her face. Opening her eyes, she propped herself up on her elbows and smiled sweetly. “It arouses me.”

“
We noticed,” Doral said dryly. “I think.”