“Let me have a turn. I must taste her.”
Her body quaking with sensation, Cindra leaned against the door and watched helplessly as Tempos rose, moving to her side so Stefon could kneel between her legs. A second later Stefon’s tongue plunged inside her body, and she jumped with a squeal.
Chuckling, Tempos hooked his arms under hers, pulling her off the wall and holding her weight as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her senseless. The musky taste of his mouth aroused her beyond belief. She did her best to hold on, but when Stefon hooked one leg, then the other, over his shoulders, leaving her lower body fully supported by his weight, she had no room to squirm. He buried his tongue deep within her, proceeding to plunge in and out with a ferocity that wrung another cry from her lips. Tempos swallowed the sound, holding her close while her body was racked with shudders from yet another release.
“Oh heavens,” she moaned when she could finally think again. This was torture. It was delicious. She didn’t want it to stop.
When Stefon finally unhooked her legs from his shoulders, slowly sliding his tongue out, she did her best to support her body even though her legs felt like rubber. Her gaze locked with Tempos’. Fire flashed in his bright-green gaze.
“I must taste you again,” he whispered.
She moaned, helpless to resist when he exchanged places with Stefon once again. His lips and tongue started to work their magic on her, and she clutched Stefon’s arm for support, resigning herself to much more of this wicked torment.
Her gaze wandered down Stefon’s body, and she noticed that his free hand clutched his erection over his breeches, pressing tightly on it. The knowledge that he was so aroused was her undoing. Unconsciously licking her lips, she hoarsely whispered, “Take it out.”
“What?” Stefon asked, but then his gaze followed hers. With a slight grin, he undid his breeches, freeing an impressive erection.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. Every bit as large and arousing as Devan’s had been yesterday.
Suddenly she came to a realization. If the men could put their mouths on her most private of areas, then surely…
“Can I taste you?” she asked.
Stefon’s eyes went wide with surprise. “Truly, you wish to do that?”
“Hell, yes.”
Letting out a throaty laugh, he closed his hands over her arms and tugged her away from the door she leaned on. He muttered something to Tempos, who pulled back from her lower body, making her whimper at the loss of his glorious tongue. A second later their hands guided her to the ground. She went willingly, all too eager to have a taste of Stefon’s luscious appendage. Surely it would be fantastic. Why else would her body be trembling at the thought?
Once she’d lain on the ground, Tempos wasted no time in drawing her legs apart, shoving her dress up toward her waist, and burying his face in her lap. His tongue immediately delved into the depths of her cunt once again, and she sat there, hands on either side to support herself, and simply enjoyed the undeniable pleasure of his lips and mouth. He feasted on her as if she was a meal for a starving man, and within moments the motion of his tongue brought her to the verge of ecstasy once again.
“Here.” Stefon moved toward her upper body. He grasped his rod and positioned it near her mouth. She would have laughed at the eagerness with which he accomplished his mission if she hadn’t been so turned-on at the sight of his large, impression erection.
Mm, speaking of dessert…
Her lips tentatively closed around the thick head, and when he let out a moan and his body jerked, she was emboldened to take more of him into her mouth. He tasted surprisingly good, like salt with a hint of cream.
Circling the base of his shaft with her fingers, she drew back, using the tip of her tongue to experimentally explore the head, then lick the underside. When he let out a whispered oath and tugged her head closer, she took him into her mouth again, swiftly learning what drove him wild. There wasn’t much he didn’t like, apparently. Every little thing she did only seemed to excite him more and more.
When Tempos speared his tongue into her body, stabbing her with hard, quick thrusts, her legs began to quiver anew. Unthinkingly, she began to slide Stefon in and out of her mouth in the same way. He let out a deep groan and seemed to lose control. Wrapping his hand tighter around the back of her head, he placed his free hand on the ground to support himself while he began to thrust hard into her mouth. Crying out, she opened her mouth wider, taking more of him in. He truly seemed to like that, because his thrusts became more uncontrolled.
“Open your throat,” he whispered, his voice harsh and broken. “Take me in deeper.”
Bemused, she tried to do what he said, and to her surprise she found herself able to take him deeper into her mouth. It felt good, too, wanton and sinful. With every pump the tip of him grazed the back of her throat, something that would no doubt make her hoarse come the morrow. Still, it was well worth it.
“Do you like that?” Stefon whispered his eyes flashing as his gaze clashed with hers. “Me fucking your mouth while Tempos fucks your cunt with his tongue?”
His crude words, words that no one would have ever dared to utter to the princess back in Chivea, had the unexpected effect of igniting her lust. The thought of what the two men were doing to her, combined with the pressure of their plunging thrusts, sent her flying over the abyss of pleasure. Screaming around Stefon’s rod, she found a hard release that shook her entire body.
Stefon growled and stilled above her, and an instant later a large amount of liquid flowed from his tool. She swallowed it down, surprised to find that the salty essence fed her pleasure and increased the tremors in her loins.
Finally Stefon drew away, resting back onto his haunches inches from her face. The fierce, satisfied expression on his face told her he very much enjoyed what they’d just done. As had she.
Tempos slid up her body, covering her lips with his, letting her taste the musky essence of her release. She surrendered to his touch, to the comforting feel of his arms around her. But all too quickly sanity returned, making her aware she lay on the ground with two men who were most certainly not her fiancée.
She came to a horribly distressing conclusion. Now that she’d tasted the passion and pleasure two men could bring, she didn’t know how she could ever resign herself to a lifetime with just one man.
Oh gods, what have I done?
Chapter Six
Early the next morning, Cindra had to drag herself out of bed. Not only had she gotten very little sleep the night before, but she didn’t know how to face the day. Her life, which just a few days ago had seemed so settled, was now a seething mass of confusion.
After that intensely erotic interlude with Stefon and Tempos, she’d come to her senses and, muttering her excuses, had righted her clothes and rushed back to the farmhouse. They’d been perplexed by her desire to run off and had tried to stop her, but she hadn’t given in. After the incredible ecstasy they’d inflicted on her body, she’d needed some time alone. Time to reflect on her future.
The idea of spending the rest of her days with Adamon no longer seemed as perfect as it once had. But the thought of being without him, of leaving behind the family and farmhouse that she’d come to call home, frightened her to death. Adamon and his family meant comfort and security to her, and without them she feared she’d never feel safe.
What a horrible dilemma.
Her inner crisis firmly in mind, she hurried to dress and sneak out of the house before she could run into Adamon or his parents, who were no doubt already up and preparing for their duties on the farm. She grabbed the basket of fruit and vegetables by the front door, some of yesterday’s crop to be sold in the store, and hurried on her way. To her surprise, there wasn’t a single Spygian to block her path.
“What a relief.”
At least that’s what she tried to convince herself. The last thing she needed was one or more of them around to confuse her further.
She spent a blissfully quiet morning at the shop. That was, until Amra wandered in about half an hour before Cindra’s shift was due to end.
“I don’t understand what’s happening to this town,” Amra grumbled as she walked in the door, her plump, weathered face wrinkled in disgust.
“What’s that, Amra?” Cindra asked, trying for her best friendly tone.
Amra’s gaze traveled over Cindra’s body, her expression showing she found fault with something, not that this was new.
“You need a new gown, dear,” Amra said. “That one is far too tight.”
Her cheeks heating, Cindra resisted the urge to glance down at her cream-colored dress. Yes, it was a bit too small, highlighting her full, non-Keulot-like breasts even under the conservative high neckline. But she only had two dresses, and the one she normally wore was now crumpled in the back of her closet, stained with dirt from last night’s fiasco. Until she had a chance to wash it off in the stream, this tighter dress would have to do.
Giving Amra a bright smile, she changed the subject. “Can I help you with anything?”
“Harrumph.” Amra glanced toward the front door. “Perhaps you can tell me why, in the matter of a few days, we’ve had two sets of visitors, when our last strange visitor to the area was…well, in fact, you.”