Divided: Brides of the Kindred 10 (15 page)

Far shook his head, his eyes still locked
on Becca’s slim fingers slipping over her inner folds.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,
Brother. The feel of a female’s thighs locked around your head while you spread
her soft pussy lips with your tongue, the sound of her moans as she begs for
more, the taste of her juices as she comes in your mouth over and over…”

“Your description is most…moving.” Truth’s
voice was sounding strangled again.

Far spared him a brief glance. “Maybe it’s
a rule you can allow yourself to bend just a little? I would love to teach you
how to eat pussy—if Becca will allow me to use her sweet body as an example.”

“There is…much we can learn from each
other,” Truth murmured. “I know it is forbidden and yet…”

“And yet you crave the sweet, creamy taste
of her honey. Admit it, Brother—the Kindred in you is crying out to lick those
delicate folds. To drop to your knees before our lady and bury your tongue deep
in her beautiful pussy.”

“I…don’t know.” Truth still sounded
yearning but doubtful.

“Think on it,” Far murmured. “Maybe
sometime in the future I can show you what I mean. Would you like that, Truth?
Would it give you pleasure to look on as I pleasure our lady with my tongue?”

“I…it shouldn’t,” Truth protested.

“And yet it would. Perhaps so much
pleasure that you could not help but join in,” Far said softly.

His words gave Becca a sudden mental image
of both brothers between her legs, taking their time, tasting her each in turn
and then together, making her come…

The forbidden image along with the
pleasure she was giving herself was suddenly too much. The orgasm that had been
building up inside her crested, washing over her like a tidal wave, making her
toes curl and her back arch as she gave way completely to the overwhelming
sensation.

“Oh…
oh!”
she cried. “Oh, please,
Far…Truth…”

“We’re here, my lady,” Truth said
hoarsely, squeezing her thigh. “Right here with you. Gods, you’re beautiful
when you come.”

“More than beautiful,” Far murmured,
stroking her other thigh. “I only wish it was the two of us that had brought
you such pleasure.” He looked up at Truth. “Can’t you just see it, Brother? One
of us sucking her nipples while the other makes love to her pussy with his
tongue…as we share our lady. Share her and make her come over and over…”

“I…can imagine.” Truth still sounded
conflicted. Becca thought through the haze of pleasure that he might have been
okay with
some
sharing but he still wasn’t prepared to go too far.

Then again, she had just gone much farther
herself tonight than she had ever planned. What else might be in store for the
three of them?

Chapter
Sixteen

“Well…” Becca pulled down the hem of her
silky sleepwear, much to Far’s regret. She had the most beautiful pussy he had
ever seen and his mouth watered to taste her. Even more, he wanted his brother
to watch
while
he tasted her. Truth was coming around, he could feel it.
And the more he could convince his prickly twin to share in pleasure with their
lady, the closer he could bring his brother to a true bonding.

Speaking of their lady, Becca’s cheeks
were dark with a blush as she crossed her legs. Was she regretting her actions?
Far hoped not.

“That was beautiful,” he murmured to her.
Leaning down he brushed a stray tendril from her face and kissed the corner of
her lush mouth gently.

“It was, Rebecca,” Truth agreed. Thank you
for letting Far and I watch your moment of pleasure. Truly, I—
we
were
honored that you showed such trust and allowed yourself to be vulnerable with
us.”

“Oh, well…I didn’t mean to. I mean, I
never have ever…done anything like that, uh, before.” Becca curled the hand
she’d used to touch herself into a fist and looked away, her cheeks still
flushed.

Far wished he could do something to prove
to her that what she had showed them was beautiful and not a shameful thing at
all. The unconscious gesture she’d made with her fist gave him an idea.

Lifting the hand she’d been touching
herself with, he gently unclenched her digits. Becca made a little sound of
protest but didn’t fight him as he opened her hand. Keeping his eyes locked
with hers, he sucked her first two fingers deep into his mouth.

Becca gave a little gasp and Far heard a
soft curse from his brother. When he looked at Truth, the dark twin’s pale gray
eyes were half-lidded with lust.

“Gods,” he muttered. “Is it…good,
Brother?”

Far finished cleaning the sweet, salty
honey from Becca’s slim brown fingers and slowly released her hand.

“Delicious,” he assured his brother in a
thick voice. “Perhaps you’d like to try some for yourself the next time the
three of us come together?”

“Perhaps…” Truth murmured. “But—”

He broke off abruptly because the room
around them was melting, dissolving into a silver mist that surrounded the
three of them in a gray, diffuse light.

“What now?” Truth growled hoarsely. “What
else can happen?”

“It’s a vision—can’t you feel it?” Far
asked, awed.

“Another bad one?” Becca sounded anxious.
“I didn’t hear the howling this time,” she added.

“The harbinger comes only with dire
forecasts of the future,” Far assured her. “This one feels…more informative
somehow.”

“It feels damn strange is how it feels,”
Truth grumbled. “Why does this have to happen every time the three of us touch
at the same time?”

“It happened because you finally allowed
it to happen—allowed
me
to find you,” a new voice said.

“Who in the Seven Hells is that?” Truth
scanned the silvery gray mist, a tense look on his face. “Who are you? Show
yourself!”

“Gladly.”

The figure had come to a stop and Far saw
it was a small, roundish male with a perfectly bald head. He was wearing
outlandish clothes—a pair of blue and pink checked tights and what looked like
a floppy black frill around his full midsection. His chest was bare and there
was a small patch of pink furry looking hair between his nipples.

Other than the strange clothes, the small
man looked remarkably human except for the third eye on his high, shiny
forehead.

“You may know me as Vashtar. I am the
Loxanna
B’yool—
the seer of Orthanx,” he said, making an elaborate bow.

“Excuse me but the who of what?” Far
asked, frowning.

“I’m more concerned with what he said than
who he is,” Truth said. “What were you talking about when you said we allowed
you to find us?”

“Can you truly not guess?” The small man,
who called himself Vashtar, looked at them intently. “You do not see?”

“Do not see what?” Becca asked, frowning.
“What are you seeing that we can’t?”

“As to that, I see only what the eye
brings me.” He gestured gracefully at his forehead where the third eye—which
was ruby red unlike the plain brown of the other two—blinked slowly. “And
lately it has been bringing me pictures and thoughts of the three of you and
your broken triumvirate. I have been unable to reach you until now. But the
pleasure you took in each other—your unity, however brief—finally allowed me to
break through and contact you.”

“Our unity?” Truth asked. “What do you
mean? And what is a triumvirate? I don’t understand.”

“Nor will you until the three of you come
to see me in person. Well, I say
in person
but nothing is really in
person on Orthanx anymore.” Vashtar sighed sadly. “But we do our best, you
know. It’s all we can do.”

“Where is Orthanx and why should we come
to see you there?” Truth asked flatly.

“Why because, Truth my boy, only
I
can
help you. I know a way, you see. A way to cure those infected by the darkness.
But I cannot tell you here.” He looked around, as though scanning for a threat
and lowered his voice.
“He
might hear me.”

Becca leaned forward. “’He’ meaning U—”

Vashtar held up a hand to stop her. “Do
not speak his name! To mention such beings by name is to give them power and
call them to you. You know of whom I speak and why I cannot tell you how to
drive him and his minions out—not here, anyway.” He nodded wisely. “No, the
three of you
must
come to me in person—only then can I help you.”

“But…we’ve never heard of you before. And
we don’t even know where Orthanx is. Or
what
it is, for that matter,”
Becca protested.

“It’s a planet,” Far said softly, his
previous studies coming back to him. “A rogue planet on the fringes of the
Silverbeam System.” He looked at the little male. “Isn’t it?”

“Indeed, indeed.” The male sounded
inordinately pleased that Far knew of his planet. “I am so glad to hear that we
are not entirely forgotten.”

“Silverbeam is my home system. Is this planet—Orthanx—near
Pax?” Truth asked, frowning. “Why have I never heard of it, then?”

“We were forgotten long ago by all but
those who study the stars and planets of times past.” The small man sounded sad
again. He looked at Far. “But I am gratified that you are one such scholar.
Perhaps that is why the eye brought you to my attention in the first place. Or
perhaps it is just that your own society mirrors my own—what little is left of
it.”

Far shook his head. “Forgive me, but I
only know the bare facts—that your planet was part of a binary star system and
was flung out of orbit by the force of the secondary star’s erratic path. It
came to rest on the far fringes of the Silverbeam System, held in a tenuous
orbit by the same star which gives light to Pax and its sister planets.”

“Oh!” Truth snapped his fingers.
“Void.
You’re talking about Void.”

“Is that what the people of your world
renamed our planet when we came to rest in your system?” Vashtar looked so sad
at this that Far almost thought he might start crying. And indeed, a single
tear did slip from the corner of the ruby red eye in the center of his
forehead, although the other two remained dry.

Truth shrugged uneasily. “Apologies—no
disrespect is intended by the name. It’s simply that the planet is without life
or atmosphere.”

“The surface, perhaps, is lifeless. But
there are a few of us who still survive below,” Vashtar said. “And that is
where you will find me. Seek me at the coordinates which I am presently
transmitting to your personal devices. That way you’ll know that I am real and
not just a figment or a shared hallucination,” he explained.

“And if we do you’ll help us defeat…our
current threat,” Far asked, mindful of what Vashtar had said about not calling
the demons by name.

The small male nodded. “Indeed, I have
knowledge to impart. Do not think you are the only race that had to repel the
denizens of the Black Planet. We of Orthanx also struggled against them—and
won.”

“Then we will come. Or I will, anyway,”
Truth said.

“I’m coming with you,” Far said, frowning
at his twin.

Truth gave him a speculative look and
nodded.

“Agreed. But Rebecca must not be subjected
to the dangers of a rogue planet with no atmosphere. She must stay here.”

Becca lifted her chin. “If you two are in
danger, I’m coming too.”

“It could be some kind of a trap,
Rebecca,” Truth protested. “You should let Far and I go while you stay safely
aboard the Mother Ship.”

“It is no trap, I promise you,” Vashtar
cut in, interrupting their argument. “And I’m afraid your lady
must
come—all
three of you must—if you are to find me and the answers I have for you.”

“Why?” Truth seemed immediately
suspicious. “Why do you need all three of us? Now I
know
it’s a trap.”

“More like a puzzle.” Vashtar held out his
hand. “Touch me and know the truth of my words.”

Truth reached for him but his hand passed
through the other male’s as though it was passing through smoke. Still, he
nodded.

“I feel it. You mean us no harm and you
truly believe you can help us.”

“In more ways than one,” Vashtar said
mysteriously. “But only if you come soon.” His image seemed to be fading—his
ridiculous clothing and round belly were becoming slightly see-through. “And as
to the reason all three of you must come, didn’t I tell you that our society on
Orthanx mirrors your own? Three are needed to solve and three alone.” He held
up three fingers which were nearly transparent. “Do not bring anyone else—only
three functional tanks remain empty. We cannot accommodate more.”

“Three
tanks
did you say?” Becca
frowned. “What does that mean? What kind of tanks?”

Vashtar only shook his head. “Come soon…”
His voice had a ghostly quality now to match his fading form. “The eye has
woken me but only for the nonce. If I drift below the waves of slumber again
before you come it will be difficult if not impossible for you to find me.”

Then he faded altogether except for the
strange, ruby red eye which remained suspended in the gray, swirling mist for a
long moment before suddenly winking out of existence.