Menage Bk 1: Stephanie's Menage Page 7

  Kristain, who had come to stand beside Mitch, put his finger to his lips and shushed her.

  “Trust us. We only want to please.”

  “I’m new at this. It’s…disconcerting. I don’t normally follow anyone blindly.” Stephanie let a breath out and tried to relax. “You’ve both already had more of my trust than most. And remember, I’ll be wanting my turn with the two of you at my mercy.” She eased her muscles as best she could and once again prepared to be inundated with sensuality.

  Truth to tell, she really didn’t mind being in their hands. So far, she thought it might be just fine being in their capable hands, all the time.

  Mitch’s eyes twinkled at Stephanie as he climbed on the bed beside her and got comfortable. His hands stroked over Stephanie’s breasts and teased her by lightly rolling her nipples back and forth between his fingers, one at a time.

  Alternately, one hand would make forays down her stomach to swirl around her belly button causing Stephanie’s stomach to jump. Her body was made up of nerve endings and she was following those endings to feel every aching touch.

  Stephanie opened her eyes when she felt fingers in her passage. She couldn’t remember when she had closed her eyes, but now, she felt herself being stretched and something slightly chilled being inserted.

  She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down between her legs. There she saw Kristain taking his hand out of her and dipping it into the olive jar. He brought out an olive between his thumb and forefinger. Bringing it over to her opening, he glanced up to stare into her eyes.

  Stephanie felt, more than saw, what he was doing. Her eyes closed to slits as Kristain inserted the olive slowly into her vagina, holding her gaze until she finally lay back to enjoy the stimulation.

  Mitch still held her nipple and now bent his head to taste it. He licked it slowly, sucked it into his mouth, rolled it around his tongue, and began to suckle it. Stephanie felt the tug on her breast all the way down to her groin. Between Mitch suckling, and Kristain stuffing her like a Christmas goose, she was beginning to squirm.

  Mitch suckled each breast, and then let go to trail his tongue down her chest and past her stomach, stopping just short of her mons. He swirled his tongue and mouth around her waist and into the juncture of her thighs, avoiding her pussy completely. However, he hit a few sensitive spots.

  Stephanie felt the bed dip as Kristain, she assumed, made himself more comfortable.

  Mitch made his way back up her body and again curved his way around her belly button, stopping to dip his tongue into it on occasion.

  Feeling a tongue flatly rasp up her peanut buttered clitoris, she knew Kristain was getting in on the fun.

  He didn’t stay there long however. A moment later, he began to lap at her opening. Slowly at first, and then as Mitch ran his tongue along his previous path, stopping to taste the peanut butter on her labia, Kristain began to delve into her.

  Groaning, she tried to remember if being eaten alive was really a bad thing. Deciding she didn’t care, she did her best not to grind her pelvis too hard, and cause one of the men to suffocate.

  Stephanie reached her hand out, blindly trying to find Mitch’s penis so she could suckle him. When she tried to tug gently to get his attention, he scooted just out of her reach.

  Whimpering, she listened as Mitch informed her this was just for her.

  Oh no they didn’t!

  She opened her mouth to speak, but had to wait for a particularly inventive, and searching, tongue to finish its foray before she had her breath back to speak. Panting slightly, she voiced her want.

  “Mitch.” She gasped. He only grunted.

  Close enough to a response.

  “I want to…mmm…I want your…cock…in my mouth! Give!” She never realized she could revert to primitive mode in the heat of passion. If she was thinking straight, she might have followed the train of thought more closely. However, she rather enjoyed what was going on instead.

  Mitch was quick to oblige.

  Scooting around to accommodate Stephanie, he continued to lick the smooth peanut butter off. Slowly, and with great precision, he laved at her until she thought she just may perish from the pleasure.

  Stephanie gripped the sheets on the bed and tried to force her hips to still. This was torture. This was what they would make her go through if she was ever tortured for information.

  Gawd! She sure hoped they’d torture her some more soon!

  Angling her head, she glanced up finding Mitch’s cock directly over her mouth. Lifting her head slightly, she manipulated her mouth around his cock to take as much into her mouth as she could.

  She reached up and swirled her tongue around his satiny shaft, licking and sucking as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. A drop of salty silk graced her tongue and she reveled in the taste, lapping and suckling in greed at the thought of another taste of Mitch’s fluid.

  The feel of Kristain’s mouth and tongue in her pussy searching for the olives, and Mitch licking at the peanut butter on her clit, and the delicious cock in her mouth, drove her so far over the cliff’s edge she continued to scream and twitch in pleasure long after they had stopped their ministrations.

  It took her ten minutes to compose herself enough to speak. By then, Mitch had gone to the bathroom to run a hot bath.

  Picking her up Kristain carried her into the bathroom. Climbing into the large whirlpool tub, they joined Mitch.

  Kristain sat down with Stephanie on his lap and leaned her back against him so she could use him as a cushion.

  She tried to lift her hands, but they wouldn’t cooperate. She felt soft, wet material under the water touching her leg at her thighs and twitched. This caused the barely banked convulsions to gain strength.

  She moaned as another climax, gentler this time, took her.

  I think we have applied just a little too much San Na for now. It’s time we let her rest. Mitch again spoke to his brother in his mind.

  I agree, but this will help her muscles to relax. Kristain gave his brother a teasing smile. I want us to be the only ones who wake up stiff in the morning.

  Both chuckled, rousing Stephanie from her lethargy.

  Kristain hushed her and held her close as Mitch cleaned her with as light a touch as possible.

  When they had rid her of the peanut butter and cleansed her as best they could, Mitch got out of the tub and took Stephanie from Kristain’s hold.

  He wrapped them both in a large towel and waited for Kristain to get out of the tub. Kristain stepped from the tub and grabbed a few more towels from the shelf while Mitch carried Stephanie into the bedroom.

  Kristain started drying himself as he walked into the bedroom, and watched while Mitch dried her off.

  Only periodic moans escaped from Stephanie who had fallen into bed. Mitch climbed in behind her and tucked her into his body. Kristain lay down in front of her so she could spoon him and be completely surrounded by them both.

  Chapter 6

  Vincent rode beside his brother as both made their way to Ranik. They had been sent by Queen Sara to round up another sack of tax monies that were now two weeks late.

  No assignment from the queen was beneath them, but Queen Sara seemed of late to be using most of her strongest warriors to do what she had once termed “chores” meant for underlings. Both brothers had wondered if there was an alternate reason for it, and vowed they’d soon find out for themselves.

  Vincent was the first to spot the village. The place looked as if a herd of dracma bulls had descended on the village. The buildings were in need of repair, the streets were covered in animal droppings, and any power the village had been able to boast of seemed to be nonexistent. The few people they had seen so far looked as if they were poor beggars who’d not had a meal in days, if not weeks.

  Queen Sara had apparently been very busy stripping both land and people of all its assets, and now, the two brothers were here to ask for more.

  “Dammit Vincent!” Shan Lin began in a f
ierce growl. “Do you see what she’s done?”

  Vincent nodded as he, too, surveyed the surroundings.

  “She’s going to bring this world to an end, and there’s is little we can do about it. I have seen it, and I know what will happen if Mitch and Kristain fail to find a bride. We won’t surv-” Vincent started to nod in agreement.

  Quickly cutting off his words as three men approached the brothers. Shan Lin sat up straighter in the saddle and nodded a greeting to the men who stopped short of his horse.

  “What do ya want now, warriors? My body as payment?” One of the men asked in an angry voice.

  “No, good fellow. We seek your Elder.” Shan Lin spoke formally, his own anger riding him hard.

  “You would now seek to deprive our Elder from us too?” A second man asked in a more calm voice than the first.

  Shan Lin shook his head.

  “No, good fellow. We seek to clear up a misunderstanding. If you’ll direct us to your Elder, we’ll be about our business.” This from Vincent.

  The second man now looked toward Vincent before speaking.

  “And what business do you have with the Elder?”

  Vincent narrowed his eyes at the man though remained relaxed in his saddle.

  “That is for the Elder to learn. It is business from the Queen.” Shan Lin spoke, still formally.

  Shan Lin’s rage was banked behind his rigid standard of conduct when dealing with the inhabitants of the Village of Ranik. Both he and Vincent had come through often enough that the villagers recognized the pair, knew the brothers’ reputation, and barely tolerated their presence.

  Beside him, Vincent still sat relaxed in one of the matching pair of hookra saddles they had each been gifted with on their initiation to the Queen’s Guards. The animal underneath Vincent was one of the wild horses captured in a ritual the guards went through in training. Both the items were prized possessions of any member in the elite group.

  And how the villagers here would dearly love to seize a set and make them their own. More than likely, they would hang them from the most prominent spot in the village as trophies, even if to have the set and not be a guardsman was a crime punishable by death.

  Let them try to take my horse and saddle. Vincent spoke into his brother’s mind. At this moment, I’d relish breaking a few dozen bones and would probably suck out the marrow and spit it in their faces.

  Some of Shan Lin’s rage eased out of him as he conjured up in his mind the image of Vincent hurling bodies left and right as he drank deep of a boned cup.

  Never taking his eyes off the three men in front of him, Shan Lin acknowledged his brother, then began to speak.

  “If you three would be so kind as to direct us to your Elder’s whereabouts at this time, we can be on our way.”

  The three men looked between the brothers, then turned and began speaking in low tones to each other.

  Waiting for the men to make up their minds, Shan Lin conversed with Vincent through their mind link.

  She’s done it again. She no more needed us here than she needed us to take the village in the first place. These people have given her everything. There is no more to give!

  As he spoke, Vincent also watched the men. If the tension coming off the three was anything to go by, these men were primed for violence. One misspoken word, or a movement made in the wrong direction, could be interpreted as acts of aggression on the brothers’ part, and they would have a small blood bath on their hands.

  This is only further proof we need to convince Mitch and Kristain of their mother’s intentions to bring Aranak to the brink of ruin. You did the correct thing in treating these three as if they were equals rather than ordering them to give you what you desired. These three are ready to snap, and I’d really like to avoid bloodshed if it can be helped.

  Shan Lin sent a picture of himself as completely and utterly shocked into his brother’s mind, then spoke.

  I thought you just said you wanted a fight?

  Oh, I do. You know I’m always up for a good brawl anytime, Shan Lin paused a moment. But I was thinking of taking on the whole village, not literally killing the three in front of us. You know, something along the lines of a round or two with the locals, then a pint of kritok. I figured that would take some of the bite out of the dogs here.

  Ah. Mitch nodded his head slightly. So your anger is directed toward the Queen. Damned understandable. We saw it on the ride here. She’s taken everything from them and not given anything in return.

  Exactly.

  The three men finished their discussion, then one, the apparent leader, turned back to Shan Lin.

  “For now, we’ll take you to her. But remember, we’re watching every move you make. That bitch queen has taken enough from us, and we’ll not give her anything more!”

  Both brothers gave a slow nod, then nudged their horses forward to follow the walking men.

  Let’s see if we can’t find a compromise with the Elder here, then you can go to the nearest tavern and see if you can’t make a few bets about how many men you can actually take at once. Shan Lin teased Vincent as they ducked to move into a familiar courtyard.

  Vincent mentally smacked Shan Lin in the head as he spoke.

  I’ll take you on any day, brother mine, and we’ll see just how good I really am!

  That boast said, both brothers dismounted and followed the men inside the hovel they had reached. It was time to bargain.

  And it was truly time for the Queen to go.

  * * * * *

  Stephanie woke to find the phone ringing, a deep baritone singing a bawdy tune, and sound of the shower running. Any of the three was confusing enough, but putting all the sounds together made her sleepy confusion worse.

  Waking enough to orient herself, she snaked an arm out of the comforter she was bundled in, and slapped around aimlessly for the phone.

  Finding the cradle empty but the phone still ringing, she slapped her hand around in what she thought were wide enough intervals and amazed even herself when her hand smacked on the handset.

  She dragged the phone under the blanket and then under the pillow that was currently placed over her head. Speaking into what she hoped was the mouthpiece she managed a croaking grunt.

  No answer.

  The phone was no longer ringing.

  “‘Ello?” Was that her voice? It sounded like she was scraping metal over pebbles.

  Still no answer.

  Mentally shrugging, because it would take too much energy and muscle power to do it physically, she cradled the phone to her chest like a keepsake and fell back to sleep.

  No sooner had she dropped into slumber than the sound of what she would later swear was the shrieking of the banshees.

  It took her three screeches, to figure out it was the phone ringing again.

  Being slightly more awake this time, she pushed the on button.

  “‘Lo?” Silence answered her. She waited for a response, and when none came, spoke again.

  "Hello? Is anyone there?" She waited for a reply as she now heard heavy breathing.

  "Look, whoever this is, either answer or I'm hanging up." She waited a beat and would have hung up and gone back to sleep if a voice hadn't answered.

  "How dare…who do you think…what gives you the right—?” Agitated breathing came through the earpiece before the voice once again spoke. "MINE!"

  Stephanie opened her mouth to demand to know who the person was, but a shriek of fury sounded, immediately followed by a disconnect signal.

  Stephanie took the phone away from her ear and looked at it as if she would see whom the person had been if she looked hard enough. Finally shaking her head, she hung the phone back in its cradle and gave a moment’s thought to who it might have been.

  She hadn't recognized the voice, and thought it was probably just a bored teenager with nothing to do on a weekend.

  She looked over at the man who still lay in bed beside her and smiled.

  Might as well see if I
can talk him into a little—as long as I'm up… Her thoughts trailed off as Mitch turned his head toward her.

  “Good morning.” Mitch rasped as he rolled closer to Stephanie eyeing her with hunger in his look. A look that had everything to do with exactly what she had in mind. The phone call was quickly forgotten.

  Chapter 7

  By Sunday morning, Stephanie was exhausted. If she expired within the very next hour, she would die a satisfied woman.

  Groaning, she rolled out of bed, and examined the pleasant aches and pains acquired from her strenuous workout this weekend.

  Even with the deep massages Kristain gave me, I could still go for a hot bath. Though they do say, even if you’re stiff and sore, get right back to exercising so the muscles don’t stiffen permanently.

  The thought made her smile and getting to her feet, she gave a quick stretch and turning her head, found Kristain asleep in the reclining chair.

  She smiled wickedly at the answer she now had for the question her friend Ashley kept asking. Just what purpose the chair had in her room, except decoration? Amazingly, she also found the chair could indeed hold three people who weren’t just sitting in it.

  Snickering softly so she didn’t wake Kristain, she grabbed one of the men’s shirts from the floor and slipped into it. She brought a sleeve up to her nose and inhaled deeply. It smelled of a potent male, one who gave off a scent distinct enough to drive her mad. That was all it had taken. The separate smell of each man was unique. Their smell combined when they were together, was enough to make her dizzy with lust.

  Sighing in blissful satiation, she strode down the hall toward the kitchen. Along the way, she heard Mitch on her computer playing something which required him to hiss softly and mutter “Die, damn you, die!” and “I did capture the bluebird! What am I supposed to do with the damn thing now?”

  Shaking her head as she stepped into the kitchen, she smiled at the thought that a full-grown man still played games like a child.

  Making a quick pot of coffee, she poured a cup and took it with her while she went to the front door to get the Sunday paper.