Providence rested on her side and watched them intently. The men were built like tanks, their broad shoulders leading down to narrow waists. Their biceps flexed as they stood for her perusal. The men didn't have six-pack abs, there were eight clearly defined muscles running up and down their stomach. They even had those sexy muscles bracketing their waists that formed a vee leading into their kilts.
Madhava looked at her hesitantly and she smiled at him. He gripped the tie on his kilt and pulled it free. As the garment dropped away Providence's eyes widened. She looked over at Dagaa to see a similar sight. The two men weren't big, they were fucking huge. Their engorged shafts with bulbous thick crowns jutted out from their hips begging for attention. Madhava was right, she couldn't fathom how Giselle managed to accept Kagan.
Dagaa's cock was slightly longer, where Madhava's was broader. But not only were the men hung, their cocks were studded. Knots ran all along their thick lengths, from tip to base, in a spiral pattern.
Holy Hell! Providence ached just thinking about being impaled by either one of them.
"Do you like what you see?" Dagaa growled as he gripped his shaft and stroked it back and forth.
Providence nodded.
"Do you want to touch?" Madhava asked, his voice deep with want.
"Yes." Providence's own voice came out breathy.
They were disturbingly large, yet the thought still turned her on.
"On your knees Providence. Show my friend the human custom we discussed while I taste your sweet nectar."
Providence crawled towards Madhava at the foot of the bed. She tentatively ran her hands over his corded red thighs. They were as thick as tree trunks. She moved up his body bypassing the daunting turgid appendage, as she explored the expanse of rock hard muscle covered in ruddy flesh, on his stomach. She hadn't really touched the men yet, her fingers itched to feel him. Madhava's muscles rippled beneath her questing fingers.
The texture of his skin was not unlike her own though rougher like a man. Fine hair coated his body, slightly coarser on his chest. Providence traced one of the raised scars that scored his pec. Madhava gripped her hand, halting her movement as he stared down at her. Providence could see he was bothered by his scarred body.
She leaned forward and placed her lips against his heated flesh. Providence kissed his scar, following it downward. Her tongue peeked out and laved his skin. Madhava groaned and released her hand. Providence gripped his waist as she worked her way down his torso. His scent was rich and fresh, a hint of pine mixed with an exotic musk that struck a deep note within her. Providence breathed him in deep as she tasted his slightly salty flesh.
Her mouth traced the ridges on his stomach pausing at the trail of hair that led down to the oversized erect cock that jutted out from his pelvis. Providence reached down and gripped his thick length. Madhava trembled as the tips of her fingers explored the firm knots beneath the silky smooth skin of his shaft.
Providence wrapped her hand around his girth, noting her fingers didn't meet. It took both hands to encompass him. Providence stroked Madhava as she looked into his eyes.
"Yes" He growled in pleasure baring his fangs.
He looked so serious as he studied her kneeling before him. Something dark and primitive seemed to shift beneath the surface of the man. The way Madhava shook, his hands clenching, like he was doing his best to maintain a tight grip on the beast that lurked within. It frightened and turned Providence on all at the same time.
"So beautiful." Dagaa said as he gripped her ass.
He'd been silently watching up to this point. The thought of Dagaa behind her observing as she explored and pleasured Madhava, added another facet to this already erotic situation. Being with the two men was so carnal, so taboo. She'd never entertained such thoughts back home.
Providence felt Dagaa's hands shift her knees wider as he sat behind her up turned ass. His fingers ran up the insides of her thighs, then along the outer seam of her moist folds. Dagaa spread her labia then she felt his hot breath as he leaned in and breathed her in.
"Oh Kali." Dagaa groaned from behind her.
Madhava looked down at her taking in the pleasure on her face. He stroked her cheeks and lips. Providence could smell her essence on him, and it turned her on more. Madhava caressed the sensitive dip of her throat and smiled when she swallowed.
When Dagaa's fingers found her still sensitive and swollen slick clit, Providence's breath caught in her throat. Though she knew it was coming, when Dagaa wrapped his arms around her waist as his nose burrowed into her cleft, it caught her off guard. His tongue dipped into her slick vagina as his fingers insistently stroked her clit. Providence moaned in pleasure as she quaked around his seeking tongue. Providence nearly buckled, but Dagaa held her waist, while Madhava wrapped one arm beneath her shoulder, his other hand seeking out her breast to tease it.