Dalton, Tymber - Fire and Ice [A Triple Trouble Prequel] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (5 page)

She would not refuse them or the task placed upon her by the prophecies. “Let us call Father, Zachary, and the abbot in.”

* * * *

The abbot’s sour expression didn’t improve during the brief ceremony, which was held out in the main gathering room before all the other knights.

“This is the prophecy,” the king said after the abbot had joined the three lovers. “Regardless of anything else, we must believe in it. It is our future, our people’s salvation.” He took Zaria’s hands and kissed them. “Go with your men, daughter. We shall talk on the morrow.”

She turned to Zachary and hugged him. “I love you,” she whispered in his ear.

“I know, Goddess. As I love you.” He kissed her forehead and gently disengaged himself from her. He offered her a smile. “Your father is right. This is the future. Do not be sad.”

She turned to the two men who were now her husbands. Fear and excitement pleasantly blended with another emotion in her belly.

Desire.

* * * *

The maid, obviously forewarned, had prepared Zaria’s chamber. Fresh linens on the bed, a hot bath drawn in the washtub, and no trace of Zachary’s things remaining in her room.

On that last point, Zaria felt a melancholy pang of sadness. She could not remember a time when Zachary wasn’t in her life. They’d shared the same chambers since children, never spent a night apart.

As the door closed behind them, she turned to study the men. So alike, yet so different. “What are your powers?” she nervously asked, forestalling the inevitable.

Stribog smiled. “We are dual elemental dragons,” he said. “I am ice and water, along with earth.”

Svarog nodded. “I am air and fire.”

“May I see what you look like as dragons?” she timidly asked.

“Of course,” Svarog said. The men quickly stripped. Zaria blushed at seeing their manhoods, which looked ample in size. But before she could spend too much time considering that, both men transformed into dragons before her.

Fortunately, she was standing at the end of her bed. Her knees gave out and she sat, her breath shallow and limbs shaky. Before her stood two magnificent beasts approximately seven feet tall, beautiful creatures that looked nothing like the maligned monsters of the myths.

Stribog’s blue and green scales delicately shimmered like rainbows across his smooth body. His neck, longer and more graceful looking than Svarog’s, arched as he lowered his head to the floor and made a sound not unlike the purring of a cat.

Svarog’s stouter body was covered in reddish-orange scales in all the hues of a beautiful autumnal forest. With a powerful body she could easily imagine spouting fire, he, too, lowered his head to the floor and purred.

When she felt she could stand without fainting, she stood and slowly approached them. Then she sat on the floor before them, carefully reaching out to pet their heads. Neither dragon moved. In fact, they both closed their eyes and continued their contented purring.

Svarog’s flesh felt far warmer than that of his brother. Neither felt slimy, like a fish. Both felt smooth and silky on the surface, but with an underlying strength and a rippling of well-defined muscles beneath.

After a few minutes, Zaria nodded. “Please, change back.”

Almost before she could finish the statement, both men knelt before her.

Naked.

She blushed.

“Can you also fly?” she asked while trying very hard not to stare at their cocks.

“Yes,” Svarog said. “That is our smallest dragon form. In our largest form, we have wings and can fly.”

Perhaps Stribog sensed how nervous she was. “May we bathe you, Goddess?”

She blushed again, but nodded. Not that she didn’t want to sleep with them, because she felt pleasant tingles in her nipples and clit that she’d never felt before. However, she was nervous.

Not bothering to don clothes, the men stood, helped her to her feet, and led her over to the bathing tub. She closed her eyes as they helped her disrobe and carefully step into the perfectly warm water.

As she sank below the surface up to her neck, she looked at them again. They knelt on either side of the tub, Svarog on her left, Stribog on her right. As Stribog kissed her, Svarog picked up a washcloth and soap and began to bathe her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste of Stribog gently exploring and tasting as he kissed her with deliciously cool lips.

Svarog’s warm, strong hand tenderly stroked her flesh, slowly, getting her used to his touch. As she relaxed and her body responded, Stribog also slipped a hand beneath the water and caressed her.

Never in her life had she felt like this. Now she understood the meaning of desire. Her body felt alive in a way she’d never known. Instinctively, she reached up and hooked her arm around Stribog’s neck, holding him close, holding on to him.

Svarog cupped and caressed her breasts under the water, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipple and making it tightly peak.

She softly gasped at the sparks surging through her body at the sensation.

Stribog reached lower, his hand caressing her belly, lower. As his fingers slipped between her legs and through the soft nest of curls at the juncture of her thighs, her legs opened wider for him.

He parted her labia and found her swollen clit. Gently, he began stroking it with his fingers as she moaned into his mouth.

Svarog’s hand also stroked lower, caressing down her thigh and back up, one finger gently working between her labia and into her virgin pussy.

Stribog turned her slightly in the tub, relinquishing her mouth so Svarog could kiss her. His mouth, as did his touch, felt far warmer than his brother’s. Zaria felt her hips involuntarily begin to thrust against their hands. Stribog was doing delicious things to her clit, making her want more, want everything.

Svarog’s finger explored deeper until he worked it inside her tight channel. Slowly, gently, he began to thrust it back and forth inside her until a sudden explosion rocked her body. She cried out as pleasure, the likes of which she’d never experienced before, engulfed her.

When she could open her eyes and look at them, both men bore identically pleased expressions. “Did that feel good, Goddess?” Svarog asked.

She blushed, but nodded.

“Good,” Stribog said. “Let us do it again.”

She wasn’t sure she could survive another one, but this time, Svarog worked his finger even more deeply inside her, eventually adding a second. As Stribog rubbed her clit, his other hand began tweaking her nipples and as her next orgasm hit her, Svarog suddenly plunged his fingers hard and deep inside her. She felt a moment of excruciating pain, which was overtaken and pushed out of the way by endless waves of pleasure.

“That’s it, Goddess,” Stribog whispered. “Let us please you.”

She could barely think, much less move in the water as the orgasm after orgasm swept over her like winter squalls. When the men finally let her relax, she remembered the pain. “What was that?” she fearfully asked. “Why did it hurt?”

Svarog kissed her. “We took your maidenhead, Goddess. Now, when it is our cocks inside you”—he wiggled his two fingers, stirring another flutter of pleasure deep inside her—“we won’t hurt you.”

Stribog moved his hand, making her whine in disappointment. He chuckled and kissed her. “I am not going anywhere, do not fret.” Svarog’s thumb took up where Stribog’s fingers had played with her clit. His warm hand soon had roused her passion again, her hips rocking in time to his movement.

Stribog changed position and reached into the tub again. This time, he pressed lower, pushing her legs open as far as the tub would allow, his cool finger searching for entrance in her virgin ass.

Zaria froze, but Svarog reassured her. “Please relax, Goddess. This will feel good.” Well, so far everything else had. She closed her eyes as Svarog’s tongue stroked her lips. Her mouth parted for him.

Stribog slowly circled the tight rim of muscle with his finger, occasionally pressing against it, relaxing her and adding a degree to the pleasure Svarog’s hand in her pussy was reviving in her once again. Would this ever stop?

She prayed it never would.

Zaria arched her back, giving both men’s hands better access to her nether regions. When Stribog slowly pressed for entrance, she instead focused on the relentlessly slow circles Svarog’s thumb was now drawing around her clit.

Stribog’s finger fucked her ass in time with Svarog’s fingers in her cunt. As one would press in, the other would withdraw, creating a delicious seesaw that soon had her cresting the edge of another glorious climax that they wouldn’t grant her.

“Please!” she gasped. “Let me come!”

Svarog chuckled. “Not yet, Goddess. I feel how your body is grabbing at my hand. Hold it and wait for just a moment.”

Stribog’s hand withdrew, making her whine in complaint until it quickly returned, this time with two fingers. Her desire ricocheted, climbing, straining. It wasn’t until Stribog had worked a third finger deep inside her ass that Svarog did something magical with his fingers inside her body, hooking them up slightly and hitting a sweet spot she never knew existed. At the same time, he rubbed her clit faster.

“Come for us, Goddess!” Stribog said.

It felt like her body unhinged. Her back arched as she cried out in pleasure. And this was only their hands and not their cocks? She sobbed with the exquisitely delicious sensations rolling through her, the wonderfully full sensation of their hands on and in her. When she finally came back to her senses, she lay limp in the water, panting and trying to regain her mind.

Svarog scooped her out of the tub as if she weighed no more than a wet cat. Stribog swaddled her in dry towels and they carried her to the bed. They dried her off then stretched out on either side of her, both of their cocks now hard and jutting from their bodies.

She closed her eyes as Stribog kissed her. Svarog’s hot mouth did delicious things to her nipples as his brother’s cool kiss stoked her fires. Then Svarog sat up and worked his way lower, until he pushed her legs apart and bent his head to her pussy.

If she thought their hands were skilled, that pleasure paled in comparison to their mouths. His lips and tongue teased and swirled around her clit, flicking at it and quickly driving her passion again until she screamed into Stribog’s mouth as another orgasm ripped through her.

How could any one person survive this kind of pleasure? Would it kill her?

What a glorious death that would be!

Zaria lost track of time as the men took turns worshipping her body with their hands and mouths, refusing to rush, giving her too many releases for her to keep track of. Finally, she got to a point where she would be refused no longer. She rolled Stribog onto his back and straddled him, his stiff cock rising from his body.

With her juices dripping from her body, she carefully eased herself down onto his shaft, moaning with pleasure as he stretched her in a way Svarog’s fingers had not.

Now I understand why they prepared me.

Svarog grabbed a jar of lotion from the table and began to work it into her ass. First one, then two, and three fingers deliciously stretched her rear passage as Stribog’s cock impatiently twitched inside her pussy. She wanted to ride him, but the men forced her to be still. Svarog slicked his cock with the lotion, then knelt in position behind her.

When the hot, engorged head of his cock pressed through, she gasped as a wave of pleasurable pain bit through her orgasmic haze. As she adjusted to him there and he started to move, she relished the full sensation of them both inside her.