“I’ll let ye sleep as long as ye wish,” said Malcolm.
She waited, but he said nothing more. She chanced opening her eyes. She was immediately caught in his own. He leaned close until their noses were mere inches apart.
“After ye make each of us come.”
There was no doubt it was in order. But they had left her on the morning of her wedding and rode away. Left her to cope with horrid things. She knew they had no choice, but she would make her point. She looked at their matching cocks, making it obvious. Both jumped as she watched.
“Oh, well,” she said, as if giving in to a young child begging for a sweet, “since you’re that needy.” She shook her head sadly at their cocks, sighing loudly. “It won’t take more than a minute or two.”
“Och, nay,” said Duff. “We’ll not be having ye speak of us taking our own pleasure and not giving ye the same.”
“I suppose those wasters hit you on the head a few too many times at Kinrowan.” She sighed again. “Did you not just say I screamed?”
“That was the first. We said ye’d have three.” Malcolm frowned. “Did they leave ye the sweet oil?”
Sweet oil? She caught her breath. They wished to breach her arse again? Would they fill her both front and back? She’d been embarrassed afterward at doing such a thing. It was so far from anything she’d experienced before. Perhaps that was why she was a bit hazy on the details. She did remember enjoying it. Her body, still recovering from her orgasm, twitched in need.
She squirmed to get free. Two large hands, one between her breasts and one on her belly, easily held her down.
“Does the thought of that fear ye?” Duff was serious for once.
“Nay.” She shook her head, which, by the heat on her cheeks, must be flaming. “I hid the sweet oil with my spindles. You willna find it.”
They immediately released her. Malcolm even rolled to his feet and helped her up. She realized why when he put his hand on her bottom and gave her a good feel before releasing her. She turned to make a comment over her shoulder and caught both of them staring.
“Whisht, ye look like a pair of starving wolves who've spotted a weak hind.”
“Sorry, lass, my tongue’s not as long as a wolf, but I have fingers to make up for it.”
She stuck out her tongue in response to Duff’s quick reply. Though she was not used to walking naked at Castle Leod, she had done it with Duff at the sheiling. So even though she was conscious of them watching every jiggle she stomped across the room to her spinning supplies. Another quick glance showed not only were they staring, their mouths were hanging open.
Snickering to herself at her power, she set her feet apart and bent from the waist rather than kneeling to open her pack. She peeked at them from between her knees. If they had wolf tongues they’d be hanging inches past their jaws. She clenched her pussy in response to the jolt of lust.
“Jesu! Is she not the most beautiful woman ever?” croaked Duff.
“Aye, all pink and wet and eager for our cocks.”
She gripped again, making them both groan.
“Did ye see how her arsehole tightened up, as well as her wee puss?”
“Our wife will soon be doing that around my cock,” replied Malcolm.
She found the oil but needed a moment to catch her breath.
“Do ye need help?”
Malcolm was moving before she could answer. She clutched the precious bottle as he swept her into his arms.
“Why do you like carrying me around so much?”
“Because ye’re mine.”
It was the way he said it that hit her. It wasn’t with arrogance as if she were a possession. There was a reverence that suggested he’d never expected to say such a thing. His legs were so long it took him only three steps to return her to the pallet. Duff had shifted to the middle and lay on his back. He held up his arms for her.
“Will ye ride me, sweetling?”
She looked at his cock, standing like a mast from his groin. “Do you think you can last if I do?”
He grimaced. “I’m a man of my word, though it may kill me.”
“But you’ll die happy.”
“That I would, but I’d rather live to do this with ye for a hundred years.”
Malcolm tool the oil. Duff put his hands on her hips to guide her down. She used her knees to control her descent. She’d not had a cock in her for ten days. Not only did she wish to savor it, he stretched her most deliciously. Already primed from her first orgasm, he slid easily inside. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of fullness as, inch by slow inch, she took him into her body. When she reached bottom she opened her eyes. Duff looked as if in pain. He seemed to be muttering something. Malcolm touched her bottom, pressing her forward to lie on Duff’s chest. Her nipples had barely brushed his chest hair when an oiled finger entered her bottom. She groaned as Malcolm breached her.