Carnal Sacrifice (11 page)

As Baelor’s hand curled warmly around one of her breasts, squeezing, molding,  Garon began to stroke his thumb over her clit, just above the point where their bodies met. Pure pleasure enveloped Laela—pleasure like nothing she’d ever known or could even have imagined. She was a girl no longer. No, she was a grown woman taking two delectable shafts into her body while her men touched and caressed her where she needed it most. She moaned around Baelor’s cock, driven to take him as deeply as she could, all the way to her throat, as Garon’s strokes dug deeper and harder, finding her very core. Both men thrust at her, and she welcomed it with all that she was, letting herself get lost in the tumult of sensation. She sensed the motions of their cocks everywhere, not merely in pussy and mouth, but low in her belly, outward to her fingers and toes, vibrating through her with a power unlike any she’d ever experienced.

So when Garon pulled out of her, she went still, stunned—feeling abandoned.

She flashed him a look of disbelief, even as her lips remained wrapped around  Baelor’s cock, and he let out a chuckle. “Don’t be angry, princess. There’s more to come.”

She let Baelor slip from her mouth. “There had
 
better
 
be.”

Both men laughed and only then did she realize how hungry and demanding she had become. Garon brought his face down near hers to speak low in her ear. “I’m glad you like Baelor’s cock so much, because he is like a brother to me. And brothers share many things, Laela. Now, I’m going to share your pussy with him, let him fuck you hard and deep.”

Her heart beat mercilessly in her chest and the truth was, in that moment, as long as

someone
 
fucked her, she hardly cared who. So long as she had a long, hard shaft inside  her—and, well, as long as Garon desired it for her. For she wanted what
 
he
 
wanted,  wanted to please him more than she could easily understand. “And what will
 
you
 
do to  me, master?”

He tilted his head with a brazen smile. “Well, my little sex slave, I’m going to give you something I already know you like. I’m going to slide my cock between your lovely breasts.”

“Mmm,” she purred, anticipating the sheer joy of it.

“And they’re going to be slick with your own juices, princess, wet with the  moisture from deep in your tight little cunt.”

Again she sighed, aroused by all that was happening—every promise, and the  anticipation of having them kept.

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She didn’t have to wait, for Garon quickly straddled her waist, letting his shaft drop between her breasts. She eyed it hungrily as he pressed the mounds of flesh up around it, enclosing it completely. “Oh…” she moaned, and just then, although she couldn’t see past Garon’s towering form, Baelor pushed his cock into her below. “Oh Ares!”

Within another few seconds, she was again lost to the depths of delight, her body nothing but a sexual tool. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to keep fucking both men forever.

As Garon thrust between her breasts, she opened her mouth, letting him know she would welcome his cock there, as well. So he slid deeper, longer, until the head of his marvelous shaft slipped between her lips at each stroke. She tasted herself, smelled her juices on them both, met Baelor’s thrusts, and simply basked in the hot joy of it for seconds, minutes, hours—she didn’t know how long, but she simply let it consume her.

Behind closed eyes, she let herself sink into the notion of two strong, lovely men riding her, the vision the three of them must create together. What would they look like if someone peered through a crack in the closed shutters into the candlelit room? She went even wetter at the idea. Mmm, yes, more evidence that much pleasure could be taken just from watching. Although Baelor was doing far more than watching
 
now
.

Finally Garon moved off of her, lowering a warm kiss to her lips even as Baelor still thrust inside her below. “Let her ride you, Baelor,” he instructed.

Baelor didn’t hesitate, extracting his cock to leave her feeling suddenly, shockingly…empty. Again, though, Garon reassured her with a chuckle. “Don’t panic, princess. You will like this even better.”

Her breath still came heavy, labored, as she stared up in silence, waiting to see if this particular promise was true. Baelor shifted to his back, his slick shaft angling upward.

“Climb on,” Garon urged.

“Onto his…?”

He grinned. “Yes, onto his cock. You will feel it even deeper, and there will be other delights involved, as well.”

Slowly, Laela did something she was starting to get rather good at, she thought—following Garon’s orders. But thus far, other than a bit of physical labor, the man had brought her nothing but pleasure…and safety…so there was no reason to even think of resisting.

As she impaled herself on Baelor’s still-rigid cock, she let out a sigh—Ares, she
could
 
feel it deeper. Incredibly so. She looked to Garon, wondering what his even
 
bigger
rod would feel like in this position.

“Now move on him,” Garon said. She hesitated slightly, feeling a bit lost, until  Garon added with a grin, “They say riding a cock is something like riding a horse—although I’ve never ridden either myself.”

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Laela thought of the few times she’d ridden the horses in her father’s stables. Teesia was far more interested in the activity, so Laela suspected this skill had probably come much more naturally to her sister than it would to her—yet the moment she pushed her pussy against Baelor, then eased back, then bore down slightly again, she understood the pleasure to be found here. It left her in a soft, hot moan, the sensation echoing through her whole body.

“Mmm, yes,” she purred softly, ever so aware of Garon’s eyes riveted on her, and letting his gaze fuel her desire even more. She cast him a coquettish look, daring to softly say, “When I press against him, it rubs my clit.”

His grin widened, going wicked. “Indeed it does. And I’m discovering I very much like to watch you take your pleasure, princess. So ride him. Ride that hard cock that’s stretching so far up inside you. Take your pleasure from it, Laela. And I’ll take mine, too.”

As she moved more boldly against Baelor, her hips easing into a natural grinding motion, Garon situated himself behind her, his chest to her back, his cock to her ass, his arms closing warmly around her waist from behind. “Mmm,” she moaned, amazed once again at the joys of feeling two men against her.

It was as Garon’s large hands closed around her breasts, squeezing, caressing, that his enormous cock slid neatly into place in the valley of her ass. She couldn’t have anticipated how good it would feel, wedged there against her, and when he bent to kiss her neck, she turned to meet his mouth with hers.

His tongue mingled with her own as her body seemed to take flight from every thrilling touch and connection with both men. “This is…unbelievable,” she managed with labored breaths between kisses.

Garon nipped sensuously at her lower lip, then smiled into her eyes. “
You
 
are

unbelievable.”

Her movements became more pronounced—adding stimulation both in front, at her clit, and in back, too. She still couldn’t fathom why or how Garon’s erection felt so wonderful pressed against her there, especially when—oh Ares—when he seemed to begin nudging the hard tip at her. “What are you doing?” she asked over her shoulder, breathless. “That feels so incredible.”

“Ares,” Baelor said on a hot sigh below her. “Are you going to fuck her ass while  I’m in her pussy?”

The three maintained the same rhythm, never letting it waver, Laela’s breasts  bouncing in Garon’s strong hands as her nether regions soaked up delights from every  direction. “No,” Garon replied, sounding breathless. “Not now. She’s not ready for that  yet.” He pulled her hair aside to nibble at her neck again. “But sometime maybe.  Sometime later. Sometime…definitely,” he added with a deep, hearty laugh.

Fuck her
 
ass
? He could do
 
that
?
 
There
?

Part of her wanted to ask, to learn—but the rest of her was too swept away by what

was
 
already
 
happening to her. Sensation
 
everywhere
. But most notably at the front and

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rear of her cunt. Each grinding move carried her back and forth, back and forth,  between the two exquisite pressures. She began to wish Garon
 
would
 
fuck her ass, even  without quite understanding how such a thing could work. She only knew his cock felt  magnificent there, pushing her closer and closer to that hot peak of joy—and that  fucking Baelor, rubbing against him again and again, took her over…the…edge.

“Oh! Oh Ares! Oh Ares! Oh yes, Ares, yes!”

She cried out through the entire orgasm, utterly amazed at the power, the driving  force of it. It seemed to go on and on, echoing through her like relentless thunder—until  Baelor groaned and said, “Ares, I’m coming, too,” then smoothly lifted her off him to  shoot hot white fluid onto her belly.

As the two panted and sighed, coming down from the pleasure, Garon’s arms  latched tight around her waist to begin rubbing the wetness vigorously into her skin,  the very act exciting her all over again, that quickly. She sighed at the dark arousal,  luxuriating in it as the liquid warmed her—then yelped, surprised, when Garon  suddenly flipped her to her back on the bed and rammed his own hard rod inside her.  “Oh!” she sobbed at the shocking delight, immediately reminded that he was bigger  than his friend.

Thrust, thrust, thrust
—each came rough and demanding, but she met them fiercely, feeling as wild as
 
he
 
suddenly seemed. “Ah Ares,” he moaned, and Laela knew instinctively that he was coming now, too. She lay beneath him, legs spread as wide as possible for him as he spilled his seed inside her.

When he finally went still, quiet, collapsing gently atop her, she thought of having had both Garon and Baelor’s lovely cocks inside her pussy—and let out a joyous, trilling laugh.

Garon turned his head to meet her gaze. “Something humorous, princess?”

“I just…never knew I was such a wanton,” she admitted.

He grinned. “And now?”

“I
 
am
. I most certainly and absolutely
 
am
.”

The three chuckled over her revelation, but she noticed now that only Garon  touched her—his body wrapped warmly around her, in fact. In the moment she  realized the change, Baelor rose on one elbow next to her and said to them both, “I  should go. I promised to meet Sima and Janya at my house before…well, before this  particular opportunity arose.” He leaned in to lower a chaste kiss on Laela’s cheek, even  as Garon nuzzled the other. “By now, they’ve probably forgotten me, pleasured each
 
other
 
and fallen asleep, but
 
should
 
they still be waiting for me, I wouldn’t want to  deprive them,” he concluded with a wink, then eased from the bed to quietly put on his  clothes and slip out the door.

Laela had enjoyed Baelor’s visit—she’d enjoyed it more than she could have  conceived—yet at the same time, she was glad he was gone, pleased to share the  candlelight with Garon alone.

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They stayed quiet for a time, Laela reminiscing on all the sensations she’d experienced tonight, and thinking about the two men who had so generously delivered them.

“You said Baelor was like a brother to you,” she finally whispered, turning to look

at Garon.

His eyes were shut, but he opened them. “Yes.”

“How did that come to be?”

He hesitated slightly, looking sleepy, but answered anyway. “We met as boys, right here in the village. It was in the time just before your father came into power, before all the domains of Caralon had been united as one, so there was still war in the region.”

She’d learned about those years from Aris in their classes, but this reminded her just how recent such times
 
were
. Even in the year of her birth, Caralon had remained divided—only shortly after did her father’s armies push down the last rogue leaders to make the domain what it was today.

“I’ll never forget it,” Garon said, his voice suddenly seeming far away. “I was just a child myself when I saw another little boy come wandering into the settlement alone. I lived with my grandfather then, so I went to our hut to find him. Baelor couldn’t have been more than three or four years old, and it was difficult to get him to talk, but my grandfather slowly coaxed from him that his parents had been killed in an attack near the northern border of Caralon.”

“Virgs?” she asked fearfully. The heathen warriors of Virgland still threatened  Caralon’s borders on occasion now—Maven’s husband Dane had battled them as  recently as a few years ago, shortly after their marriage.