Olivia (106 page)

He reached around her waist, fumbling with the buckle.  A moment later, the fabric was pooled around her ankles and Bodual’s hands were on her hips, his mouth on her back and shoulders.

“Doru,” Olivia murmured.  “Lie down in the pit.  On your back.”

He nodded, unfastening his loincloth as he turned from them.

Olivia turned into Bodual’s arms, smiling at the anxious uncertainty she saw there.  “It’s all right,” she said, as though he’d asked her a question.  “I’m willing, but I need to make you ready.”  Her hands were busy, freeing him from his confinements, and when she had him naked, she lowered herself to her knees and touched her lips to the head of Bodual’s jutting member.  She stroked him with her hand, taking as much as she could into her mouth and running her tongue along the rest until he was hard and slick and groaning.

Doru lay on his back, his wings folded into wedges on either side, watching them and thrumming as he stroked himself in his fist.  Olivia glanced from him to Bodual, standing rigid and panting over her.  The power was screaming at her for release, washing out of her in waves, and they were ready.

Olivia stepped into the pit, and knelt astride Doru to lower herself slowly, reaching between them to take his cock and guide him into her.  She leaned forward, her hands resting lightly on his chest as he cupped and suckled her breasts.  She ground her hips in two tiny circles, and then bent over him, their tongues entwining.  She felt the bedding shift as Bodual entered the pit. 

Her legs were folded along Doru’s flanks.  Bodual knelt beside them, between Doru’s thighs.  A second later, his hands spread her nether cheeks.  The slick head of his shaft pressed against her anus.  He pushed and she cried out as brittle bolts of pain crackled through the storm of pleasure.  He went slow, letting her push back at him as she rode Doru, and when she had him fully enveloped, he drew back and thrust all the way inside her again.

Olivia unleashed the power.

Logarr had warned her, but she couldn’t have prepared herself for this.  Moaning, rocking, the two males thrust at her in different speeds and different strengths; the power Logarr had put inside her poured out in two directions, circled and drove at her again in a cycle of pure ecstasy.  They ceased to be individuals, became a machine of sexual energy.  Bodual would push her forward, pinning her arms while Doru devoured her mouth.  Doru would hold her hips while Bodual brought her against his chest, cupping and kneading at her breasts.  Long after the flood of pent-up powers had ended, Olivia struggled to find a way to bring them all in sync, manipulating the others to her will, building them towards a final explosion.  The moment came on her demand, and then Bodual collapsed and she was crushed pleasantly between them.

“Doru, I really must thank you for a delightful evening,” Bodual said sleepily.  He got up, caressing Olivia in passing, and went into the washroom, still thrumming a little under his breath.

“Delightful,” Olivia agreed.  She stayed where she was.

“A man tries,” Doru replied, twining Olivia’s hair around his fingers.  “Are you tired?”

Olivia opened her eyes.  The sweat and seed of their spent passions had already been absorbed, leaving her with renewed strength and unexpected desire.  “I could be awake.”

Bodual reappeared in the sleeping room’s doorway, his hands still lathered with soap.  “Are you two serious?”

Doru peered over her shoulder and laughed at him.  “He’s kind of puny,” he explained to Olivia.  “Give him awhile.”  He cupped her hips and began to move her gently as he hardened inside her.  “In the meantime, I don’t mind having you all to myself.”

Olivia bent over him, her eyes closed, all her body open fully to the pure sensations he raised in her.  She rocked steadily, her hair brushing against his chest, emitting soft cries that quickly rose to a crescendo as she climaxed.

“There,” Doru panted, falling back into the pit.  “All yours, Bodual.”

“He’s kind of old,” Bodual explained as he gathered her up into his arms and retreated to a bench by the fire.  “He has trouble catching his breath.”

“Old?” Doru thundered, sitting up and glaring after them.

“You shouldn’t get emotional at your age,” Bodual said primly.  “Lie still, revered elder.  I’ll wake you when I’m done.”

Olivia arched her back lazily as Bodual’s hands found her breasts, his tongue found her mouth, and they were joined.  Three timeless orgasms later, Bodual brought her back to the pit and handed her to Doru, who was drinking Olivia’s ginger ale and sending dark looks at Bodual.  “Old,” he growled, fitting Olivia to the cradle of one arm and slipping his hand expertly between her thighs.  “Revered elder.  I’m six days older than you, you damn fool.”

Bodual snickered sleepily and dropped into the bedding, curling on his side.

“I only seem older because I’m so much more talented,” Doru added, nuzzling at Olivia’s neck as she clutched him and moaned with pleasure.

“May be something to that,” Bodual yawned, and lifted his head to watch Olivia buck and moan.  “Look at that.  That inspires a man.”  He yawned again and tried to say something more, but fell asleep instead.

“Youngsters,” Doru told her.  “No stamina.”  He rolled her gently over, twined his legs over and through hers and pulled her up taut against his chest as he penetrated her.  He pulled her wrists up over her head in one hand, holding her perfectly still as he rocked against her and traced complex patterns against her clitoris with the tips of his expert fingers.  She could feel her orgasm churning through her, but denied movement, all she could do was scream and shiver in its grip until she thought her whole body would catch fire from the friction alone.

She could feel him cumming inside her as he scraped his teeth lightly over the nape of her neck and lowered her face-down in the pit.  He continued to work his hand on her, never allowing her to fall back from the peak of climax, only driving her further and further out until she came again, clawing at the bedding and tossing her sweat-damp hair.  He kept her there, sometimes lifting her to thrust at her from behind until he came, sometimes turning her to taste her breasts and mouth, but always moving his hand over and in her, until Bodual finally woke up.

“Old,” he growled, and bent to take a final deep kiss from her.  Then he lifted Olivia, keeping all her weight for one incredible moment balanced on the hand that stole another shivery climax from her, and dropped her into Bodual’s waiting arms.  “Eight,” he said.  “Beat that, whelp.”  And then he stretched out with a cat’s yawn and pulled a corner of the bedding over his hips.

Bodual agreeably pulled Olivia down over his shaft and began to rock her hips in his strong hands.  “Can I count the three from earlier?” he asked.

“No,” Doru muttered.  “You slept in between.  You have to start over.”  Doru watched with slitted, sleepy eyes as Bodual coaxed the first from her, and then began to snore heavily.

All day long, they alternated in this fashion.  Sometimes there was only one, sometimes she had them both.  Sometimes they both slept and thought she slept beside them, but in reality, she sat and watched, power like a storm inside her, and waited for them to wake.

5

At noon the next day, Doru and Bodual reached their final joint climax, lying on their sides with Olivia squeezed between them in the pit.  Bodual sighed and hugged her while Doru kissed her shoulder.  Then they both slid away from her and she rolled onto her back and stretched luxuriously.  “We have to go,” one of them said.

“I know.  So do I.”  She sat up, watching them puzzle out whose loincloth was whose.  “I still can’t believe how good that was.  I could do it all over again right now.”

Bodual and Doru both groaned at precisely the same time.  Bodual finished dressing first and came back to the pit, pulling her up into his arms and squeezing her backside playfully as he kissed her.  “I came here last night because I was depressed,” he said, grinning.  “Today, I can’t even remember what that felt like.”

“Have a good night, Olivia,” Doru said, picking up his spear on the way out.  “Do me a favor and get some more fuel for the fire before you leave.”

Olivia heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy hand smacking into a furry body and Doru’s arched comment, “Old, huh?” as they receded from the pit room.

She washed herself off and dressed, feeling extraordinarily jubilant, not like a woman who’d spent the last fourteen hours having marathon sex with two partners.  She took up Doru’s bucket and jogged down to the women’s tunnels to pick up the fuel.  Some gullan were here, working, and a few greeted her as she passed them.  She filled Doru’s bucket, turned to leave, and saw Logarr waiting in the doorway.

“Not now,” she said, moving past him.

He caught her arm.  After checking to see that no one was close enough to hear, he dropped his voice and said, “Who were you with last night?”

She started to ask why that should matter to him, but he was already changing his question.

“Was it Sudjummar?”

“No,” she admitted, now more confused than affronted.

“I didn’t think you had time enough to go to him,” he muttered.

“What’s wrong?  Is he hurt?”

“Not in the way you’re thinking,” he said.  “But hear me, Olivia.  Sudjummar came to the mines for ore this morning very distressed.  He claimed that you were gone from his side when he woke.”

“When he woke?” she echoed, interrupting.  “I was gone from his side all night.”

“He says that you came back to the forge last night, in season.  That you and he coupled until mid-day without pause.  Now he thinks another male has taken you against your will and is holding you while you are in season.”

“But I’m not in season,” she said lamely.

They looked at each other.

“Go to him,” Logarr said, and she realized that he was very afraid.

“What am I looking for?”

“If it is what I suspect, you’ll know.”

Olivia dropped Doru’s coals off in the passage to his chambers, and then raced to the forge.  Sudjummar was not at work, but he was above in his lair, putting Somurg to bed in his cooler.

She spoke his name, hesitantly.

The reaction was immediate and baffling.  Sudjummar swiveled around, saw her, and leapt over Somurg’s cradle to get his arms around her.  “Are you safe?  Where you taken?”  He broke off his anxious babbling and inhaled deeply.  “You aren’t in season,” he said.

Olivia was staring into his face with an expression of polite inquiry and thoughts of absolute horror.

Something was inside Sudjummar.  Something with a woman’s face, buried in him like a ghost in a well, glaring out at her in jealous hate.

“I wasn’t in season last night, either,” she said with a laugh she hoped was both embarrassed and contrite.  “I was trying to mix one of Murgull’s potions and spilled some on me.”

The face inside him was screaming at her, the perfect mouth opening and closing with silent shrieks of rage and warning.  Sudjummar looked both puzzled and exasperated.  “Why didn’t you say so last night?  Olivia, I…I never would have been so…rough.  That isn’t me, Olivia!  That isn’t me.”

Olivia didn’t think about what she was doing.  She simply put her arms around his neck and drew him down to her, smiling.  “Well, I could have said something, but after I had you in my arms I thought that silence was more prudent and a lot more fun.”

The woman beneath his features was distorted with her own vicious malevolence, and now that she was touching him, she could hear, in the far back of her mind, wordless shrieks like the droning of distant bees.  Sudjummar himself wore an expression of reluctant misery.  “Olivia, you know I cannot have you back.”

“I know.  And I can live with that if I must.  But for now, let me take a memory to keep me warm.”  She cupped the back of his head and drew him down into a kiss.  She pressed her lips against his, and that was where her mortal self stopped.  A different aspect of her, one that had been charged beyond her previous limits by the morning’s activities, pushed further.  She bit down hard on the invader and sucked it violently inside her.

“I wish things were different,” said Sudjummar when she broke the kiss.  “Even the touch of your mouth makes me shiver.”  He brushed his claw along the curve of her jaw.  “But I feel better.  I was sick with fear for you.”  He stood back with effort, and might have said more except that Somurg chose that moment to start howling.  “Goodbye, Olivia.”  Sudjummar turned gently and deliberately away.

She smiled in what she hoped was fond farewell, and strolled towards the washroom.  Once inside, positioned over the running water, Olivia’s expression transformed into the look of a woman who has just realized that she is eating a batter-fried rat.

Bahgree was shrieking, filling her mind with obscenity.

Olivia unlocked her jaw without opening her mouth and bit with her physical teeth.  Power screamed out of her, forcing substance into the shade of the thing caught in her body.  She felt a gritty crunch, as though she were chewing intangible sand, and the furious screams became ones of agony.  Olivia’s jaws worked until Bahgree’s shade fell silent.  She leaned over and spat.

There was nothing physical in her mouth, not even saliva.  Nevertheless, something hit the water with a splash, and became a wad of disgusting, bloody filth.  “Bitch,” Olivia hissed, wiping her mouth.

Bahgree swirled down the crack in the floor.

6

Olivia took herself from the forge and went to the commons in search of Doru.  A young male she almost recognized tried to step in front of her and she ducked impatiently under his wings without looking at him and called the hunter’s name.

“Right here.”  He was leaning against the wall with Bodual and a can of Coors.  He watched her approach, flicked his eyes over her shoulder and bared his teeth meaningfully at whoever was standing there.  “What can I do for you?”

“I need a favor,” she said.  “A big favor.”

“Biggest favor in the mountain,” he said with a modest shrug, then handed his beer to Bodual and said seriously, “What is it?”