Claiming Kara:Fate Harbor 3(13)

She felt Quinn's hands gripping her breasts more firmly, not hurting  her, but making her ache for more. She consciously chose not to look  down. His eye color had now morphed from molten honey to glowing amber.  She watched him swallow.

"You're not just an artist with glass, you're an artist with words, too,  Kachawli," Ben said as he turned her face to his. "But you're wrong  about one thing. You're the visual feast." He teased her lower lip with  his tongue, and she eagerly parted her lips, inviting him in, needing  him. Thankful that all of her senses were finally being fulfilled, she  felt Quinn pull her hands from around his neck and place them around  Ben's neck instead. Then, as one, they rose, taking her with them. She'd  forgotten how tall they were until she noticed that her  five-foot-eleven frame was still easily seven inches shorter than each  of them.

Ben caught her up behind her back and knees as Quinn opened the door,  and they brought her back inside. Within moments, Kara was lovingly laid  onto a beautiful handmade quilt on a king-sized bed. Both men flowed  down with her, resting beside her. Quinn stroked back her hair, and Ben  gave her a wide grin before he bent down and sucked one of her nipples  into his mouth, causing her to arch up and give a yelp in reaction,  before clamping both hands in his long hair and demanding, "More. Ben,  God, that feels good."

Quinn chuckled. "Ben, it's good to know that some things get past our  little artist's visual senses." And with that, Quinn bent down and start  to languidly lap at her other nipple. Kara moved one of her hands away  from Ben's hair and thrust it into the short straight tufts of Quinn's  hair, pulling him closer, arching her back, pressing her breasts upward  to the heat of these two wonderful men, who held the promise of her  future in their touch.

In a matter of seconds or hours, Kara wasn't sure which, she felt a hand  drifting down and unbuttoning her jeans. She might not have been sure  about how long she'd been lying on the bed, but she damn well knew it  was Quinn Shotbrook's hand that was between her thighs. She clenched the  short hair and pulled his head up so she could look him in the eye, and  saw that his eyes were dancing, and they both grinned.

"Little help?" he asked.

"What kind of help?"

"How about you lift up that world-class ass?" he replied as she balanced  her weight on her shoulder blades and heels. He reared up and swiftly  pulled off her jeans, panties, and sneakers, leaving her naked between  the two men. It should have made her nervous, but instead she felt  powerful. Their expressions were enraptured. Kara watched as Quinn's  hand started to move up her leg, and said "Stop!" in as firm as tone as  her desire-thickened voice could manage.

"What?" Quinn asked distractedly.

Ben was still enjoying the bounty he had found at her breasts, moving  from one to the other and then back again. Yet another place that Kara  could not look. "Stop, both of you," she said on a gasp, because just  the thought of seeing Ben's lips suckling at her breasts was making it  hard to breathe.

"Why do we need to stop?" Ben asked, not bothering to stop. Kara  struggled to sit up, forcing Ben to stop, and now both men were finally  paying attention. Mostly they were looking at her naked body, but she  knew they would also listen to her, so it would have to suffice.

"You two. Naked-now!" she smiled, because she had said what she wanted  to say. She watched as they looked at each other in confusion, and then  she frowned. "I want my visual treat. Get up and strip," she clarified.  Then they looked at her and grinned. Both of them got up and stripped in  record time, and Kara was pretty sure she was going to have a heart  attack. She'd go on record as the youngest, healthiest woman to ever  have a heart attack. Her mother would be mobbed by curiosity seekers,  and she would be forced to explain that her daughter's heart exploded at  the sight of the two most gorgeous, naked men in the entire world.         

     



 

Kara could definitely see that they were brothers. She had known that  from their similar facial features. Their musculature was very similar,  as well. They both had chests that went into a very strong V-shape to  their hips, but Quinn was much wider in the shoulders. She imagined that  some of that just came with age, and that Ben would fill out like his  brother in a few years. Again, their legs looked almost the same, except  that Quinn's were more muscular. Ben was actually about one inch taller  than Quinn. Kara had gone to art school, so she had drawn nude bodies.  She had lived with a man in college, so she had been up close and  personal with an erect penis on numerous occasions, but never had she  seen anything like this in real life. Both men had penises that were  almost identical to one another. She guessed this wasn't something that  changed much after twenty-two years of age. Their cocks were exquisite.  They were teak colored with purple undertones. She'd never seen that  shade before, but she wanted to see if she could duplicate it, and the  thickness made her want to hold them, but she doubted her small hand  could encompass their girth. Already she could see that they each had  beads of pre-cum dripping out of their tips, and it made her salivate.

"Kara-"

"Sweetheart-"

She really liked the plum heads on each man's penis, the color and  proportion. But really, it was the shafts that were really striking, and  then they each put their hands in front of their erect organs. She  looked up, perturbed, and found both of them laughing.

"What?" she asked.

"Were you in the artist zone?" Ben asked, in a gently amused tone. It  took Kara a moment to realize they weren't mad, and that they seemed to  be laughing with her, not at her.

She finally asked, "Was I gone long?"

"Not long enough for us to lose interest, that's for damn sure,  sweetheart," Quinn said, moving his hand away from his dick, which was  still fully erect. Kara could see a clear pearl of pre-cum seeping from  the tip, making her mouth water, making her want to touch, to taste, to  sketch.

"Cover that thing brother, I just saw her eyes glaze over," Ben said in a desperate voice.

"Watch and learn, little brother," Quinn said as he slid his knee onto  the bed and began to deliberately make his way toward Kara. Kara's mouth  went dry as she watched Quinn prowl toward her, and all thoughts of  sketching flew out of her mind.

"Quinn?" she asked, her voice quavering just a bit.

"Yep, that's me, sweetheart." He now caged her lower body and was  looking at her eye to eye. "Why don't you lie back, Kara?" he suggested  in that same sandpaper voice that made her eardrum tingle. She was so  close to "yes"-that voice, those eyes-and then he lowered his head and  lapped at one of her nipples, now swollen from so much attention. She  lost all muscle control in the two arms that had been holding her up,  and found herself lying flat on her back with a smiling Quinn hovering  above her. He rubbed his cheek against hers, his lips trailing to her  ear. "That's my good girl." Then he kissed the tip of her nose.

Kara felt the bed on the left side of her dip, and Quinn deftly moved  over to the right side of her and knelt up. She looked up at him in  confusion, and he nodded to her other side, and she saw Ben kneeling on  her other side. Her head went back and forth, drinking them in, until  finally Ben cupped her face, holding her still. "No more, Kachawli, you  must close your eyes now. Now is a time for feeling. Soon you can watch  again, I promise." Kara felt the tension slipping from her shoulders.  She hadn't realized the level of overload she had been feeling.

"Are you sure, Ben? You'll let me look again later?"

He bent and kissed her forehead. "Close your eyes now, Kara. You must  trust us to take care of you, okay?" She took one last look into his  sable-colored eyes, and then he winked at her, and laughing, she closed  her eyes. She felt the gentle touch of his lips on each eyelid.

"I know closing your eyes is difficult because you feel everything you  see, don't you?" he asked as he stroked her hair back away from her  face. She grabbed his wrist with both of her hands, stilling his  movement.

"That's exactly right, Ben. I've never been able to articulate it  correctly. But you're right, I don't just see things. I feel them as I  see them." She gave him a beatific smile, so happy to be able to finally  explain what happened in her head.

"Now, we'd like you to experience something else. Would you let us help  you do that, Kachawli? We'll let you use your eyes again, but for a  while, we want you to try to rely on your other senses. Is that all  right?" Ben asked.         

     



 

"But at some point, I'll get to watch?" she asked.

"Yes, sweetheart, we promise to let you watch … eventually." Quinn  chuckled as he got off the bed. She couldn't help but admire the flex of  his ass as she saw him make his way to a closet. He returned to the bed  holding a piece of blue silk. As he got closer, she saw that it was a  suit tie, and she looked at it with more than just a little trepidation.