Chapter Twenty
“Tell me again what we have to do,” Kat said, wishing she felt a little less weak and nervous. She’d spent the night cuddled between Lock and Deep, in a nice, nonsexual way. The contact should have boosted her energy, but somehow she still felt off her game. At least the headache hadn’t come back, though—she didn’t think she could stand to go through what they were about to do with that rusty iron spike in her brain.
They had spent the day being feasted and stared at by the natives. Then, as evening drew near, all of them had bathed separately in the sacred golden waters of the holy stream in preparation for the night. Kat had been avoiding the thought of the coming ceremony, but she couldn’t help thinking of it now as she arranged the ceremonial outfit she’d been given to wear.
Her native haute couture appeared to be made mostly of leaves and flowers and was tied on by vines. It made her feel like Jane from the old Tarzan movies and not in a good way. She was nervous because she didn’t have on anything under it. So any strong breeze was likely to equal a wardrobe malfunction of epic proportions.
Deep and Lock had on leafy loincloth things too, but on them the leaf look was somehow hot. Their broad, sculpted chests and long, muscular legs seemed made to be exposed. They looked like Greek gods that had come to life right down to the strategically placed fig leaves. Of course, pretty soon she was going to be looking under those fig leaves. Don’t kid yourself, Kat—you’re going to be dong more than looking, whispered a little voice in her head. Kat tried to push it away but it wouldn’t go. She couldn’t quite believe what she was about to do, but it seemed to be their only way out, so she had no choice.
“We’ll be reenacting the courtship of the sun and the moons,” Lock said, interrupting her nervous musings. He patted her shoulder comfortingly. “The chief will be reciting the legend in their common speech so hopefully your convo-pillar will be able to translate. Just do exactly as the chief says and everything will be all right.”
“Yes, but what exactly is the chief going to say?” Kat asked, vainly trying to rearrange her leaves for maximum coverage. God, this is ridiculous! I feel like I’m wearing a salad—I’d get more coverage from a g-string bikini.
“We discussed this last night—you know the legend,” Deep growled. “It’s mainly going to be a lot of kissing and tasting but there’s likely to be penetration too. It just depends on these people’s version of the tale.”
“Will we…” Kat swallowed hard. “Is this going to seal the bond between us?” The prospect wasn’t as frightening as it had been. She and Deep seemed to be on better terms now, though she wished their talk in the cave hadn’t been interrupted. But she still wasn’t sure about the idea of being tied to the brothers for life.
Deep seemed to sense her hesitation. He frowned. “That shouldn’t be necessary. Though you may have to allow us to penetrate you.”
Kat swallowed hard. “Both at…at the same time?”
“No.” Lock shook his head firmly. “We won’t go that far, my lady, I swear it. At most Deep and I will enter you one at a time and then only briefly, for the purpose of the reenactment.”
“We won’t fuck you or come in you if that makes you feel any better,” Deep said harshly. His blunt words made Kat’s heart skip a beat.
“Oh my God. Okay. All right.” Kat took a deep breath. “I can handle this. I can.”
“Of course you can.” Deep’s voice went from harsh to unexpectedly gentle. “You know Lock and I would never hurt you, little Kat.”
“Yes, I know.” Kat had a sudden thought. “But won’t it hurt you? I mean, to be so…uh, intimate with me if only one of you is involved?”
“As long as we’re both making contact with you it won’t matter that one of us is touching you more…intimately than the other.” Lock coughed. “If you know what I mean.”
“I think so.” Kat nodded.
“So if Lock has to penetrate you, I’ll be holding you,” Deep explained. “The same way we did the night after you ate the bonding fruit. Remember?”
“How could I forget?” Her uninhibited behavior that night still made Kat’s cheeks hot. But I’m about to get a whole lot more uninhibited now, she told herself unhappily. We’re about to put on a live three-way sex show here for Chief Pervert and his band of merry men. Crap, how am I going to do this?
“My lady…” Lock took her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “It’s going to be all right,” he murmured. “We’re going to get through this together.”
Kat saw the sincerity in his deep brown eyes and felt a little of her anxiety melt along with her heart. Why did Lock have to be so sweet and easy to trust? It made refusing to be with them permanently even harder. “Yes, all right,” she whispered. “I know.”
“And though it may strengthen the bond we already have—the soul bond, I swear it won’t form a physical bond,” Deep added, also looking at her. “I know that’s what you’re afraid of, but you don’t need to worry.”
Kat wasn’t sure what to say to that. She could feel the hurt radiating from Deep, the longing she had felt after their first joining, when he’d asked her to stay the night with him and Lock. Part of her wanted to hug him and give him hope—to let him know that she was becoming more open to the idea of bonding with them. But another part—a deeper part—was cautious.
She well remembered the times in her parents’ marriage when her father and mother would seem to make up. For weeks—once even for months—the constant bickering would stop and there would be peace between them. Kat would always get her hopes up that this would be the time they would learn to love each other…and then everything would blow up and things would be worse than before.
I can’t risk that, she thought, seeing the need in Deep’s black eyes, feeling the desire from both of them. I have to be absolutely sure before I let myself get into something I can never get out of.
“I’m sorry,” she said at last, looking up at Deep. “Really sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” Lock stroked her cheek gently. “We know how you feel, my lady. And neither of us blames you for it.”
But Kat was very much afraid that Deep did blame her—and there was nothing she could do about it. He was silent, however, as he bent and kissed her forehead.
Then their guards came to the door of the hut and motioned. “The full moons shine down. The chief awaits your pleasure. Come do her bidding,” said the short, husky one who had taken Kat prisoner in the first place.
Her? Kat decided her convo-pillar must be acting up again. She nodded at the guard, trying unsuccessfully to smile. God, if I never hear another haiku again it’ll be too soon!
“All right, we’re coming.” Deep and Lock put her between them. Then, with Lock leading the way and Deep bringing up the rear, they left the grass hut and followed the guards.
The sun had just finished setting and there was still a warm pinkish-orange glow in the deep purple sky as they walked. A soft breeze played over her face, caressing her with the exotic scent of foreign flowers. Kat wondered where the twin moons were— she still didn’t see anything in the sky but the white pinpricks of the stars.
Somewhere out there is Earth, she thought. I’ve never been so far away from home in all my life. The thought made her feel lonely and homesick so she tried not to dwell on it. After all, I’ll be going back soon. Back to the Mother ship to see Liv and Sophie. As soon as we do this little show the natives will set us free. Then we’ll find the stupid fi-fi flower, get the meds from Mother L’rin, and I’ll be back with the girls eating Ben and Jerry’s and catching up on the latest gossip before you know it.
She tried not to imagine how she would feel once she took Mother L’rin’s medicine and was truly and permanently separated from both Deep and Lock. Even two days before she would have felt only relief to be parted from them. Now she wasn’t so sure…
Kat refused to let herself think about it. Instead she looked around at the lush, Twin Moons landscape and thought about how oddly familiar their surroundings looked. Come to think of it, where they were looked exactly like…
“Hey,” she said in a low voice. “Aren’t we back in the holy meadow?”
Lock looked around. “It would appear so.”
“So this is where we’re supposed to, uh, do our thing?”
Deep shrugged. “I guess so.”
Kat put a hand on her hip, thoroughly pissed off. “So their precious meadow is too holy to walk on but it’s okay to have a three-way screw session on it?”
“It’s not just a ‘three-way screw session,’” Lock said, mild reproof in his deep voice. “The legend we’re enacting is holy to all of us on Twin Moons—not just the natives. It explains how we became the people we are—why we are born as twins and need to share a single female between us.”
“Sorry,” Kat felt abashed. “I didn’t mean to make fun of your Adam and Eve story. Or I guess in this case, Adam and Eve and Steve. Or whatever.”
“It’s all right.” Lock smiled at her. “I just wanted you to know that what we’re doing tonight is more than just the chief’s erotic whim. It’s sacred to us—a beautiful thing, if you can bring yourself to see it that way.”
Kat swallowed. “I’ll try,” she said softly. “But I didn’t know we were performing a sacrament. I’m afraid I’d make a lousy alter boy.”
“A what kind of boy did you say?” Lock frowned.
“She’s just making a joke because she’s nervous,” Deep said, coming unexpectedly to her rescue. “Go easy on her, Brother. This is hard for our little Kat.”
Harder than you know, Kat thought, but didn’t say aloud. Their native guards were gesturing at them now and pointing to a circular clump of bushes to one side of the meadow. She and Deep and Lock walked over to the leafy clump and Kat was surprised when there was a sudden rustling and three pink skinned natives appeared from behind the bushes.
Two of them were male warriors with the usual leaf loincloths. But the third was clearly female. Despite her diminutive stature, she stood straight and tall, with the regal bearing of royalty. She had thick, lustrous black hair that reached to her ankles and she was wearing the same kind of leaf/flower/vine dress that Kat had on. In her hand was a green wooden scepter tipped with the deadly clear crystal all the native warriors had in their knives.
“Behold.” Lock bowed low to the regal female. “The chief.”
“A woman?” Kat asked doubtfully as she and Deep followed Lock’s lead and bowed. “But I thought the chief was a man.”
Deep frowned. “Why would you think that? We are a matriarchal society, you know—even the natives.”
“Especially the natives,” Lock murmured softly, watching as the chief conferred with the two males Kat assumed must be her mates. “They worship and revere their females almost as goddesses. Which of course, is as it should be.”
Kat shook her head. “You guys…I swear, if more Earth girls knew about Twin Moons, your whole planet would be completely overrun with desperate females looking to be Kindred brides.”
“I don’t think so.” Deep’s voice was unexpectedly harsh. “We frighten your kind, Kat. Frighten them to death.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she demanded in a low voice. “If you have something to say—”
His eyes flashed. “Nothing you want to hear, I’m sure.”
“Be silent.” Lock’s voice was unusually sharp. “The chief wishes to speak.”
“Visitors from the land beyond, we bid thee welcome,” the chief said in a low, melodious voice.
Kat counted the syllables silently. Good—no more haikus! Maybe because she’s a woman? Who knows…
“Thou art indeed most welcome, though thou camest as trespassers upon our holy soil,” the chief continued and Kat sighed inwardly. Apparently, the convo-pillar had traded Japanese poetry for Old English mumbo-jumbo. But at least she’s understandable. And she doesn’t sound like Yoda—that’s always a good thing.
“We are pleased to do your bidding, blessed one,” Lock said, bowing deeply again. “If by our sacrifice of pleasure we can make your full moons festival more sacred, then we gladly give of ourselves.”
Speak for yourself! Kat thought. From the dark look on Deep’s face, he was thinking much the same. The two of them remained silent, however and Kat couldn’t help thinking it was a good thing they had Lock to do the talking. He was really sweet and kind and honest but he could also, apparently, be a silver-tongued negotiator when he put his mind to it. It gave her new respect for the light twin, who could be sometimes overshadowed by his brother’s dark moods.
“Thy coming was foreordained by the stars,” the chief said, nodding her head at Kat. “A sunfire goddess searching for the sacred blossom, and her mates, light and dark, as the moons above.” She lifted her hands to the heavens and Kat looked up instinctively. What she saw nearly took her breath away.
High above them were two huge moons. One was a brilliant, silvery white and the other was so black it looked like an onyx orb in the sky. Both were many times bigger than Earth’s moon and the white one shed an eerie, otherworldly light over the holy meadow. Kat couldn’t understand how she hadn’t seen them before. They had either risen very quickly or she had been too involved in the conversation with Deep and Lock and the chief to notice. But now that she had seen them, she couldn’t look away.
“Oh,” she whispered reverently. “They’re beautiful.”
“Dakir and Lanare,” the chief said softly. “The twin lovers of Nyra, our beloved sun. But how came the fiery maiden to choose them both? Tonight shall we speak of these things and show them again for the pleasure of all.”
“You mean we’re going to show them,” Deep muttered, frowning.
The chief caught his words and nodded. “Indeed, warrior. Your brother has told me of your quest. Know this—if thou please the gods with thy sacrifice, the holy meadow shall burst into blossom and the fifilalachuchu flower shall be thine.”
“Really?” Kat looked around the meadow eagerly, but she saw nothing except the little yellow and blue flowers she’d woven into a crown the day before. “Where are they?”
“They shall not bloom unless thy sacrifice is pleasing.” The chief sounded stern. “See to it that it is.”
“Of course we shall,” Lock said smoothly. “How do you wish us to perform, oh blessed one?”
“My mates and I shall sit here, behind the screen of leaves.” The chief gestured to the flowering bushes behind them. “I shall speak the sacred words and thou must act upon them. See that thou givest proper sacrifice—the gods themselves are as we shall be—seeing but unseen.” She nodded at them regally and then stepped back behind the bushes. Her mates followed her and, after a brief rustling of leaves, the three of them were completely concealed.
Seeing but unseen, Kat thought. Well, at least that’s a little less intimidating than if they were all standing over us watching. I guess if we have to do this—
“In the dawn of time, from the emptiness of the great black void, was born a beautiful elite maiden, with the curves of a goddess and fiery red hair,” the chief’s low, musical voice began, interrupting her thoughts. “Her name was Nyra.”
“Oh, uh…” Kat wasn’t sure if she was supposed to act out being born or what. But luckily, the chief was already speaking again.
“She moved through the void seeking for her mate, seeking in all directions.”
Feeling like she was back at summer camp, playing charades, Kat shaded her eyes with one hand and pantomimed looking everywhere.
“Two males she found—brothers, one light, one dark. The light brother was named Lanare and the dark one, Dakir. Nyra cared for them both and she found it difficult to choose. Lanare was loving and warm. He made her smile and feel at ease and Nyra found his kisses most pleasing.”
Kat thought uncomfortably that the legend was hitting a little too close to home. Then Lock was taking her in his arms. Smiling, he pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead and then to both her eyelids, and finally, to her lips.
Despite their unseen audience, Kat felt herself warming in his arms, feeling completely at ease with him, as she always did. At her back she could feel Deep, his large body like a line of fire down her spine. He was touching one of her shoulders, making sure the kiss wasn’t painful for his brother. Kat was glad—knowing that the intimate contact wasn’t hurting the light twin enabled her to completely relax and enjoy it. But just as she was really getting into the kiss with Lock, the chief continued her narrative.
“But though Lanare filled her with peace, Dakir filled Nyra with fire. He was harsh and unforgiving with the soul of a thunderstorm but when he took her in his arms, she could think of nothing but him.”
The hand on her shoulder gripped tighter and suddenly Deep spun her around to face him. He took Kat in his arms, pulling her against him, holding her close so that she could feel the hard ridge of his cock branding her thigh. For a long moment he simply gazed at her, his black eyes burning. Kat could feel the lust rolling off him in waves. They crested around her, threatening to drown her with their overwhelming intensity.
“Deep—” she started to say, and then he was crushing her mouth with his.
Kat gasped at the sudden flare of heat that went through her. Hardly knowing what she was doing, she locked her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes, giving as good as she was getting.
Not to be outdone, Deep bent her over one muscular forearm. His tongue caressed the seam of her lips until Kat moaned and opened for him. She was dimly aware of Lock’s hand on her shoulder as the light twin performed the same service for his brother that Deep had done for him, but most of her attention was focused on trying to stay afloat on the sea of emotions she felt emanating from Deep.
Finally, after kissing her dizzy, Deep released her. As suddenly as the kiss had started, it was over.
Kat wanted to moan in frustration and disappointment. Her nipples were throbbing behind the strategically placed leaves and her pussy felt wet and swollen. But soon she became aware that the chief was speaking again, going on with the legend.
“The brothers could not agree upon which of them was to have Nyra and she confessed herself to be incapable of choosing one over the other,” the low, hypnotic tone continued. “Thus did they devise a contest, to see who could bring her the most pleasure and so earn a place by her side. Lanare went first, suckling her breasts and teasing her tender nipples with his tongue until she moaned.”
If she hadn’t done this with Lock before, Kat would have been freaking out. But she knew the light twin would be gentle. Smiling at him, she allowed him to untie the vines that held her top together. It fell off and landed in a little pile of leaves at their feet. Kat stood bare breasted under the stars and the two huge moons, feeling vulnerable.
“Beautiful,” Lock breathed, smiling at her. “Such full, luscious breasts, my lady.”
“Then suck them, Brother.” Deep’s voice was hoarse with desire. “Give our little Kat what she needs.”
Lock cupped the undercuves of her breasts gently and Deep stepped up behind her, until Kat could feel his broad, muscular chest pressed against her bare back. She felt surrounded by them—just as she had when they were in a joining—but in a good way.
“My lady…” Lock looked at Kat, an unspoken question in his true brown eyes and she knew he was waiting for permission. Not speaking a word, she thrust her chest out, pushing her breasts into his hands and giving him his answer.
“Suck her, Brother,” Deep commanded. “Suck her ripe tits and make her moan. Make her moan for both of us.”
Lock obeyed, his mouth enclosing on one tight nipple in wet heat that made Kat gasp breathlessly. “God,” she whispered. “God, Lock… feels so…”
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Deep murmured in her ear. “Feels good to be bare breasted in the moonlight, letting Lock suck your sweet nipples. Give in to him, little Kat. Just relax and let him suck you.”
Kat didn’t see how she could have done anything else. With a low moan, she pressed forward even more, offering Lock her body.
The light twin took her offer eagerly, sucking first one tight nipple and then the other until Kat thought she would die of pleasure. The sexual electricity traveling through her body was becoming too much to bear and yet she realized that the three of them had barely started their erotic journey together. Suddenly she heard the chief’s voice again.
“Lanare brought Nyra much joy by sucking her nipples, but then it was Dakir’s turn and he vowed to double and even treble the pleasure his brother had given Nyra by the use of his tongue.”
By the use of his tongue? What exactly— But the question scarcely had time to form in her head before Deep was turning her to face him again. Then, as Kat watched, he went down on his knees before her. His face was on the same level as her leaf skirt and Kat suddenly understood what was about to happen.
“Little Kat,” Deep murmured, looking up at her. “I know you feared me in the past, but I swear I would never, never hurt you. Will you allow me to taste your sweet pussy?”
A shiver went through Kat, a strange feeling of apprehension mixed with desire so strong it took her breath away. Deep was right—she had been afraid of him in the very recent past. And she still wasn’t nearly as at ease with him as she was with Lock. But the pleading look in his eyes and the need she felt radiating from him seemed to melt her defenses.
“It’s all right, my lady,” she heard Lock murmur, as he pressed his chest to her back, surrounding her with his comforting warmth. “Deep only wishes to give you pleasure. Just open your thighs and let him in.”
Kat felt helpless to do anything else. Biting her lip, she watched as Deep untied the vines that held her skirt in place and let it drop to the ground beside her leafy top. She was completely naked now and she should have been feeling incredibly exposed. Instead, she felt surrounded and protected by the two men. With Lock at her back and Deep in front of her, she knew that no would dare try to hurt her. And if they did try…
“We’d kill them,” Deep murmured, obviously catching her thought. “We’d do anything to protect you…and anything to pleasure you.” Bending his head, he nuzzled her thigh and kissed the top of her mound.
“Deep…” Kat shifted uneasily but Lock stroked her shoulders soothingly and whispered in her ear.
“Easy, my lady. Deep won’t hurt you. He simply wants to learn your scent before he tastes you.”
Speaking of scent, Kat felt surrounded by both of theirs. Lock’s—warm, fresh, and comforting, and Deep’s—dark, dangerous, and completely intoxicating. She breathed them in, feeling dizzy with fear and desire.
Deep kissed the inside of her thigh with surprising gentleness. “You smell so sweet, little Kat,” he growled softly. “And you’re already so hot and wet…” With one fingertip he traced the slit of her pussy, making Kat moan as he brushed lightly over her throbbing clit. Deep looked up at her. “You need this,” he said, his eyes meeting hers. “Need to be opened and tasted. I can feel it coming off you in waves.”
Much to her shame, Kat couldn’t deny it. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the incomplete bond between them or simply because she was so turned on but it was true—she didn’t just want Deep to taste her, she needed him too.
“Please,” she whispered, not sure what else to say. “Please, Deep, I…”
“Yes.” He answered her unspoken request. Lifting her leg, he placed it over his broad shoulder. “Yes, sweetheart, I’ll give you what you need.”
The new position spread her open, parting her pussy lips and putting her inner folds on display. If Kat had remembered that they had an unseen audience, she might have been embarrassed. But at that moment, in the lovely, unearthly moonlight, it was easy to forget that anyone else but the three of them existed.
“Little Kat,” Deep murmured and then he parted her even further with his thumbs and took a long, loving taste of her pussy. He started at the bottom of her slit and licked up, pressing the flat of his tongue to her heated inner cunt, dragging upward in a slow, teasing taste that made Kat feel like she was melting from the waist down.
“God!” Her hips bucked forward involuntarily and she might have fallen if Lock hadn’t been there to hold her up.
“Is it good, my lady?” he said softly in her ear. “Does it feel good to let Deep taste you?”
“Yes,” Kat breathed, unable to lie. “God, yes, it does. So much…”
“Get ready, little Kat,” Deep growled, looking up at her. “Because it’s about to feel even better.” Pressing his face between her legs, he lapped her again and then sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and teased it mercilessly with his tongue.
Kat cried out and found that she was clutching his head, her fingers clenching in the thick black silk of his hair. When she realized what she was doing she tried to let go, but somehow her fingers wouldn’t uncurl. And besides, her frantic grip seemed to actually add to Deep’s pleasure. She felt a fresh wave of lust from him, licking over her entire body like flames, and then he growled low in his throat and redoubled his efforts.
“Deep…Oh God, Deep,” she gasped as he lapped her pussy mercilessly. One minute she could feel his hot tongue invading her and the next moment he was pressing two thick fingers deep in her cunt as he lashed her clit, licking and sucking as though he was determined to drive her completely mad.
Through it all, Lock held her steady, talking softly about how beautiful she was when she surrendered herself and how he loved to watch her open herself for his brother. The constant low murmur of encouragement and the feelings of need, desire, and lust coming at her from all directions were pushing Kat to a higher peak than she’d ever been to before.
I’m going to come, she thought deliriously as Deep pressed his tongue deep inside her yet again. Going to come so hard…
But just at that moment, she heard the voice of the chief again and Deep stopped his relentless oral assault.
“Nyra received pleasure such as she had never felt before from the dark brother’s tongue, but still she could not choose between them,” the low, melodious voice intoned.
Damn it! Kat was so aggravated she wanted to scream. I was so close…so close… But the chief’s next words almost drove her sexual frustration right out of her head.
“So it was that Lanara proposed a last contest, to see which of them should stay at the lady Nyra’s side forever. He said that it should be decided which should claim her by seeing which of their shafts fit the best inside her and gave her the most pleasure.”
Oh my God, here we go. Kat suddenly felt as though she’d swallowed an entire bucketful of ice cubes. Could she really do this? Could she really let Lock penetrate her pussy for an audience—even an unseen one?
“It’s all right, my lady,” she heard the light twin whisper in her ear. “I swear I’ll be gentle with you. And I’ll withdraw after only a few strokes.”
“All…all right,” Kat whispered, knowing she really had no choice. “But just a few…”
“Of course.” And then the twins were switching positions and the three of them were down on the soft, inviting belsh covered ground.
“It’s all right.” Deep was behind her, holding her as he had been when Lock had used the carved wooden shaft on her. “It’s all right, little Kat. Just relax and let Lock fuck you.”
Kat leaned back against the dark twin’s broad chest and watched, wide-eyed, as Lock insinuated himself between her thighs.
“I’ll be slow and gentle,” he promised, leaning down to kiss her gently on the mouth. “You’ll barely feel me in you.”
As he spoke, he fitted the broad, mushroom-shaped head of his cock to the slippery entrance of Kat’s pussy. Then, with one long, smooth thrust, he pressed inside her.
Despite his promise that she would barely feel him, Kat couldn’t help moaning. He was thick and despite the bonding fruit she’d had recently, she could feel him stretching her open as he entered her.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Deep murmured, stroking her hair. “Just relax. Lock only needs to thrust once or twice to fulfill the legend.”
“Okay,” Kat gasped as the light twin pulled almost all the way out of her and thrust in again. He was keeping his thrusts shallow and wasn’t hitting bottom inside her, doubtless trying to make her feel more at ease. But Kat was getting used to the feel of him inside her now, getting used to the thick cock stretching her pussy, and she found that she liked it—liked it a lot. Her pleasure was building again, reaching closer to the peak with each slow, careful stroke and she wanted more…needed more…
“So Lanare withdrew from her, having showed that he fit well within her,” the chief said and suddenly, Lock pulled all the way out of her, making Kat feel empty inside.
Damn it, what is wrong with this woman? she thought, glaring in the general direction of the bushes. Does she have a sixth sense about screwing up other people’s orgasms or what? And then the chief was speaking again.
“But Dakir vowed that he could outdo his brother. He asked Nyra to open herself to him in order that he might prove it was so.”
Oh God. Kat felt her apprehension rising. It was Deep’s turn in her pussy—the dark twin’s turn to fuck her. And despite the fact that she was feeling much more comfortable around him lately, she still wasn’t completely relaxed about the idea of spreading her thighs and letting him thrust his long, thick cock deep inside her.
Deep must have sensed her fear because he turned her slightly and lifted her chin so they were eye to eye. “It’s all right, Kat,” he murmured hoarsely. “You don’t have to be afraid. Just a few thrusts and I’ll be done. I won’t come in you.”
“All right.” Kat looked down, unable to meet his intense gaze. Could she really do this? Yes, she decided. And not just because she had to. I want him in me, she thought with some surprise. Want to feel him thrusting inside me just the way Lock was. It doesn’t feel right, doesn’t feel…balanced if only one of them does it. She looked back up at Deep. “All right,” she repeated in a stronger voice. “Do you want me to lean against Lock?”
“Yes, but not the way you’re thinking.” Deep urged her up until she was kneeling on her hands and knees, her bare breasts swaying like ripe fruit beneath her.
Kat looked over her shoulder. “But—”
“I’ll take you from behind,” he growled, caressing her bare ass with one large, warm hand. “That way you don’t have to see me do it.”
Kat heard the faint hint of bitterness in his voice and knew what he was thinking. He still thinks I don’t want him—that I don’t feel for him like I feel for Lock. “Deep—” she started to say, but then Lock was in front of her, urging her to rest in his arms and lean her head against his broad chest as Deep got into position behind her.
“It’s all right, my lady,” he murmured soothingly. “Just spread yourself open and let Deep enter your pussy.”
Kat shivered as she felt the broad, blunt tip of Deep’s cock slide over her slick, swollen folds. Clutching Lock tightly, she pressed her face against the broad planes of his chest, trying to be ready for what was coming.
“I’m afraid I can’t be quite as delicate as my brother,” Deep said from behind her. “I want you too badly, little Kat. Need to be inside you, even if it is only for a few thrusts.”
“Don’t frighten her,” Lock said sharply, hugging Kat tightly to him. “You know you won’t hurt her, Deep, so don’t make her think you would.”
“Hurt her? No.” Deep’s voice was a hungry growl. “But I can’t be satisfied with a few shallow thrusts, either. I need to be deep in her pussy, Brother. Need to fill her completely and feel her sweet little cunt clenching around my shaft.”
“Then do it.” Kat turned her head to look at him, looming over her in the moonlight. Taking a deep breath, she parted her thighs even wider, trying to be open enough for him. “Just…just do it,” she said breathlessly. “Go on, Deep. Please.”
“Your wish is my command.” And then he breached her suddenly, driving the full length of his thick, hot shaft deep inside her open pussy.
Kat cried out and clutched wildly at Lock who held her tight and close. The light twin’s entry had been as smooth as silk but Deep’s was rough and demanding. He didn’t just thrust into her—he pressed deep, plumbing her depths and grinding hard until the head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb. Then, instead of pulling out again, he held himself there, rock solid and steady inside her.
“Feel that, little Kat?” he growled softly, pressing even deeper. “That’s me inside you, my cock deep in your tight little pussy. How do you like it, sweetheart? Does it feel good?”
Once again, Kat couldn’t lie. “Yes,” she moaned, pressing her cheek to Lock’s chest. “God, yes. I can’t help it…it does. It feels so good.”
“The only thing that would feel better is to have both of us inside you at once. Just imagine it…” As he spoke, Deep began to pump, setting up a slow, deliberate rhythm in her pussy that made Kat feel like she was going insane. “The two of us together, filling you. You think you’re full now? Think my cock is thick? Just wait, little Kat. If Lock and I entered you together, you’d be more open than you’ve ever been in your life.”
“She doesn’t want that,” Lock reminded his brother, stroking Kat’s shoulders as she shivered against him. “Doesn’t want both of us inside her at once.”
“Doesn’t want both of us? Hells, Brother, she doesn’t even want me.” Deep laughed bitterly. “But she’s got me, for a few more strokes at least. Isn’t that right, little Kat?”
“Deep…” She wanted to tell him he was wrong, wanted to let him know that she wanted him every bit as much as Lock. But somehow the words wouldn’t come. “Deep, please…” she whispered as her pleasure built once more. Close…she was getting so close…
“Just a few more thrusts inside your hot little pussy, sweetheart,” he growled, obviously misunderstanding her. “If this is going to be my only chance to fuck you, I want to do it right. Want you to always remember how it felt to have my cock buried deep in your tight little cunt.”
“You’ve had enough.” Lock sounded almost angry. “Enough now, Brother. Stop it and pull out—the lady Kat doesn’t want you to come in her.”
“Please!” Kat wanted to cry at the thought of him stopping now. True, it was frightening and intense to open her pussy and let Deep fuck her. But she could feel her orgasm building again, getting closer and closer like a thunderstorm over her head, about to break and drench her in pleasure. I have to come, she thought deliriously as she clenched the thick length of Deep’s shaft inside her. Have to come this time or I’m going to go crazy. I need to come.
“Please,” she said again and then forced herself to turn her head and look at Deep. The expression on his dark face was utterly focused, completely intent as he drove himself into her. She had the feeling he could go on all night—if only she let him.
“Please what, little Kat?” he demanded. “Please pull out of you now and leave you alone?”
“No.” She shook her head, forcing the words out with an effort. “I’m so close. Please, Deep, I…I need to come.”
Deep’s black eyes, so hard a moment ago, softened at once. “Of course you do,” he murmured, caressing her back with surprising tenderness. “And I swear I won’t stop until you do.” Looking up, he met Lock’s eyes. “Touch her, Brother,” he demanded hoarsely. “Pinch her nipples. Stroke her pussy. Do whatever you can to help—little Kat needs to come.”
“With pleasure.” Lock kissed her forehead tenderly and then two large, warm hands cupped Kat’s breasts and he began to tug and twist her nipples in the same rhythm that Deep was thrusting into her. “Is that good, my lady?” he asked as Kat moaned and writhed between them.
“Is it?” Deep demanded, before she could answer. “Do you like to feel Lock play with your nipples while I fuck you? Is that what you need?”
“Yes but more,” Kat gasped. She felt like her entire body was on fire, like she couldn’t get a deep enough breath. And she was close, right on the edge of coming. She just needed a little more stimulation…
“This is what you need, isn’t it?” Deep growled and Kat felt one large hand slide from her hips down between her legs where they were joined. It didn’t take much—two strokes of his fingertips against her swollen clit and then she was coming, coming so hard she saw stars flashing in front of her eyes as the thundercloud finally burst, drenching her in the warm, sweet rain of pleasure.
It was intense—more intense than anything Kat had ever felt in her life. She felt herself clenching around Deep, her pussy gripping his shaft like an impatient fist. At the same time she pressed her face into Lock’s chest, holding onto him for dear life as the pleasure took her to mindless heights of ecstasy, climbing higher and higher until the sky swirled dizzily above her and she couldn’t tell the light moon from the dark one.
Lanare or Dakir, she thought deliriously. Which one should I choose? Why can’t I have them both?
And then the light flicked and went out, leaving her floating in the smooth blackness of space.
* * * * *
Deep’s heart nearly stopped in his chest when she suddenly went limp. “Gods!” he gasped, sliding out quickly and gathering her in his arms. “Kat? Kat?”
“My lady?” Lock was distressed as well as he patted Kat’s cheek anxiously. “My lady, come back to us. Please!”
My fault, Deep thought numbly as he and his brother cradled her still form between them. I was too rough—too harsh. I overloaded her with my need, my desire. I knew she wasn’t feeling well. Hell, just yesterday she was so sick she could barely move. But I still couldn’t stop myself from taking her too hard, couldn’t keep from rutting inside her like a beast…
In that moment he hated himself more than he ever had. Even more than after what had happened to Miranda. It was apparent that Lock felt his pain and self loathing because he looked up briefly and shook his head.
“No, Brother, don’t feel so. She wanted more from you—she asked for it. It’s just the incomplete bond between us that made her too weak to withstand the pleasure you gave her.”
“The bond is no excuse,” Deep said roughly. “I hurt her. I killed her—”
“Hey, you guys, I’m not dead yet.” It was Kat’s voice—faint but unmistakable.
Deep felt a surge of hope. Gazing down into her lovely blue eyes he saw that she was looking up at them with a worried look on her face.
“What happened?” she whispered.
“You fainted for a moment,” Lock murmured, stroking her flushed cheek tenderly.
“Are you all right?” Deep demanded. “How do you feel?”
“Pretty good for someone who just took a trip to la-la land.” Kat struggled to sit up between them and Lock helped her. Deep sat back and kept his hands to himself, fearful of what might happen if he touched her again.
“Are you certain you’re all right, my lady?” Lock asked anxiously.
“Fine, except…” She looked down at herself blushing and then crossed her arms over her breasts. “Uh, that was all really intense but now I’m kind of embarrassed.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Lock assured her. “You were simply giving your all, participating in the reenactment of the legend.”
“What I’d like to be participating in right now is getting dressed,” Kat said. “I mean, I know you guys have seen me in my birthday suit but I’m still shy about putting on a show for anyone else.”
Lock shook his head. “Birthday suit? You have special clothing you wear on the day of your birth?”
“Birthday suit means nude,” Deep explained, glad to finally understand a piece of the confusing Earth vernacular Kat was always speaking. “Where are her clothes?”
“If you can call them clothes,” Kat muttered, still covering herself. She looked at both of them, frowning. “Hey, are you sure I fainted? I mean, I don’t feel dizzy at all. In fact, this is the best I’ve felt since before the first time we did our first joining to find Sophie and Sylvan.”
“You fainted, all right,” Deep said dryly, as he helped her fasten on the discarded leaf garments. “Only for a moment but it was long enough.”
“Long enough for what?” Kat asked. “What happened while I was out? Did she finish the story?”
As if in answer to her question, the chief’s soft, melodic voice floated out into the still night air again.
“And then Nyra declared that she could not choose between the brothers for she loved them both. And she took both Dakir and Lanare as her mates and slept between them every night, giving her light to the world every day as she shone in the sky.”
She might have loved them both but only one of them was good for her, Deep thought, eyeing the gentle way his brother was caressing Kat’s cheek. Ever since he’d walked in on them kissing, he’d had the sense that they belonged together—that Kat and Lock would be better off on their own, without him. The way she’d fainted while he was fucking her seemed to confirm that belief.
But she cares for me now—not just Lock. She cares for both of us, whispered the soft voice of hope in his head. And maybe Lock is right—maybe it’s just the incomplete bond that makes her weak. If the three of us were bonded completely maybe she could withstand the pleasure I give her, maybe I wouldn’t hurt her anymore. If only…
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft gasp from Kat. She was staring down at the ground around them, her eyes filled with wonder. “Oh my God! Look!”
“Look at wha—?” Deep started to say and then he saw.
Flowers had suddenly bloomed everywhere, covering the soft green belsh in fragrant beauty.
“They’re gorgeous!” Kat leaned down to examine one. “And look—they each have two blossoms coming from one stalk.”
Deep looked and saw that it was true. The flowers were large—about the size of his palm. And every stalk had two of them—one a pure, milky white and one a deep, velvety black. In the heart of each blossom was a crimson center—like a single, perfect drop of blood. But they weren’t here just a moment ago, he thought. Did they appear the minute the chief finished speaking the legend? They must have.
“The Moons blossom,” Lock breathed reverently. “So it does exist.”
“Not only does it exist, it’s our ticket out of here.” Kat leaned down to sniff one pure white flower. “Mmm, they smell good too.”
Deep started to respond and then he felt Kat’s rush of relief. His fragile hope that she had learned to love him as well as Lock crumbled in that instant.
She’s glad, he thought, his mouth twisting. So glad we’ve found the blossoms. Because now we can take them back to Mother L’rin and Kat can be rid of us forever. Rid of me. He had no doubt that Kat would have happily joined with Lock if he himself hadn’t been in the picture. He’d lingered outside the bedroom door after seeing their kiss for a moment, intending to go back in. And he knew what Kat meant when she told Lock that he “came with a lot of baggage.”
More Earth vernacular, he thought bitterly. Just another way of saying I’m not the one she wants.
He’d fooled himself into thinking that she cared for him—that she loved him as he had so stupidly allowed himself to start loving her. But it wasn’t true—she couldn’t wait to get the Moons blossom and leave—he could feel the impatience to be away coming from her already.
It doesn’t matter anyway, Deep told himself grimly. I’m no good for her—just look at my past. At what happened to Miranda. I don’t want that to happen to Kat, even if she doesn’t care for me. I couldn’t bear it if…But he couldn’t make himself finish the grim thought. Instead he watched as his brother helped the woman they both loved gather the rare, mystical blossoms. They were laughing as they did and Kat was tickling Lock under the chin with one of the two-headed flowers.
Lock is good for her, Deep realized. He’s the one she ought to be with. Not me and not both of us. Just him. The concept of one of them having a female without the other was so foreign to him it was hard to contemplate, but he knew it was true.
It didn’t matter who he thought Kat belonged with, though. They had the Moons blossoms—or fifi flowers, as she called them. Mother L’rin would be able to brew a potion to separate Kat from both of them.
By this time tomorrow we will be two and one again instead of three, Deep thought. That’s a good thing—good for all of us. But though he tried, he could feel no joy at the idea. All he felt was achingly empty.