Lucy Kelly (17 page)

“Never!  We would never hurt you,” said Ishme, adamantly.

She looked deeply into their eyes.  They meant it.  They wouldn’t hurt her.  She had been thinking physically.  Seeing the emotion in their eyes, however, she thought it meant more than that.  She wanted to ask them but wasn’t ready to go there.

“Thanks, I needed to hear that right now.”

She leaned forward and gave Nyal a kiss on the corner of his mouth.  She used one arm to pull Ishme forward and did the same to him.

Giving them both a grin, she said, “Okay, drama’s over, let’s hit the tub.  I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed a soak.”

After Nyal put her down, she went into the bathroom to fill the tub.  Once she saw that it was filling up, she turned back to see the men standing just inside the room, gaping.

“I know.  It’s decadent, isn’t it?  I don’t know what traveling in your spaceship is like, but if you’ve ever shared a tiny bathroom with a houseful of other people, none of whom really cared if you got your turn or not, you would understand why I have this.  Well, after the den, this is my other big indulgence.” 

She pointed to the two large windows in the corner, where the six-person Jacuzzi was located. 

“I wanted to bring the outside in.  Living on five acres meant that I could plant screening trees.  Though even without them, I’m far enough away the neighbors can’t see in.” 

She went on to point out all the other features in the room.

Instead of cabinets, two white bowl sinks sat on an ebony counter.  Underneath were shelves, piled high with fluffy white towels, giving the room a spa feel.  Large, ebony-framed mirrors hung over each sink.  There were Travertine tiles on the floor and they encircled the Jacuzzi as well. 

The walls were textured, painted a golden color, giving the room a Tuscan look.  Next to the Jacuzzi, separated by a glass wall, was the walk-in shower.  It had a bench along one side and multiple showerheads.  She proudly pointed out the shower heads were programmable for individual settings.

“See, this area stays dry, so you can get a towel to dry off before stepping out.” 

They could see an opening in the glass wall between the shower and the Jacuzzi, just out of range of the showerheads.  It held a large variety of bathing products.  In the corner of the shower, there was a chrome pole with various hooks holding sponges and back scrubbers and other paraphernalia associated with cleansing and body care.  Tucked into the opposite corner of the room, was another room with a door.

“What’s in there?” asked Nyal.

“Look around, what’s missing in this room?” she asked.

Both of the men looked at the sinks, the tub, and the shower, and their faces turned red.

“Yep, that’s where I put the throne.  It’s a nice space, with room for supplies and reading materials.  It has its own window.  Let me tell you, I had to work hard convincing the contractors to move the wet wall, where all the plumbing goes, to the outside.  However, I wanted to feel like I was bathing out of doors. 

“You haven’t been here very long, but in this part of the country, we get snow.  The temperature gets below freezing sometimes and they were worried about the pipes freezing and cracking.  We added special insulation.  The windows are actually that thick Plexiglas that they have in banks.  I liked it better than double-pane or even triple-pane windows.  It makes me feel safe and gives me the best view.” 

Glancing over at the tub, she could see that it was almost halfway full.

“You guys go into the bedroom now.  I don’t want you to watch me take off my clothes,” she said, as she nervously shifted from foot to foot.  When they turned to go out, she rushed forward.  Grabbing a couple of towels, she shoved them into their hands and pushed them out of the room.

Other than her office, this was the only other room she kept clean and organized.  Though she did have the cleaning service do all the scrubbing in here, the office and her upstairs lab were the only rooms in the house where she did all the cleaning - and hated every minute of it.

She added some bath salts to the water and turned off the tap.  She didn’t want to fill it as far as she normally would, because there would be three stepping in.  She giggled a little at that and quickly began to undress.  Clothing littered the floor.

Suddenly, she was anxious to have Ishme and Nyal back with her.  She jumped into the tub and called out at the same time.  Both men came rushing in, getting stuck for a moment in the doorway, causing her to laugh out loud.  She gave a fleeting thought that maybe that’s what they had planned.  They had removed their clothes and wrapped the towels around their waists; it didn’t really help with the fronts tenting out the way they were.

She let herself sink down into the water, as she looked her fill. 

They’re so much better looking than I am.  Are they only with me because of the pull of their wings?  Do they even like me as a person?
she thought.

Stop beating yourself up, she said to her inner whiny self with a mental slap.

“Hi,” she said, “are you going to get in, or are you going to stand there and stare?” 

She laughed aloud as they scrambled forward to get in the tub.  It was a reaffirmation that they wanted her.

She was right and she’d underestimated the displacement of water as it sloshed over the rim of the tub and onto the floor.  She laughed out loud at the looks on their faces. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got lots of towels,” she said.

Ishme and Nyal quickly discovered the seats built in to the sides of the tub that allowed the jets to hit them on all the major muscle groups.  Both of them had exerted themselves earlier.  Nyal during the attack and Ishme when he had trained so hard to rid himself of his anger after hearing of the attack, both appreciating the soothing pulse of the water.  Without thinking about it, they all reached out and clasped hands, relishing the enjoyment of being together.

Leaning back with her eyes closed, Becky began to speak.  It was easier to ask what she wanted when she could feel their unity without looking in their eyes.

Girls talk to each other - so of course, both Addie and Grace had told her of the physiological differences.  She knew that in addition to her clitoris and G-spot, she had two other orgasmic triggers - one deep in her anus and one at the back of her throat. 

They’d had a couple of chuckles thinking about that famous scene in the movie,
Deep Throat
, where the prostitute says her clitoris is in her throat.  They speculated the writer of the movie script must have been a Nephilim.  She still had some embarrassing questions to ask though, while the hot water and pulsing jets soothed her body. 

For the next twenty minutes, she asked questions and they answered.  As the conversation progressed, she found the courage to open her eyes and reach for a washcloth and the liquid soap.  Instead of washing herself, she washed each of them, loving the sounds they made as she touched their backs.  She could only listen as they, in turn, washed her together, and brought her to several strong - then stronger, orgasms.

After coming down from the last orgasm, she was draped over Nyal’s lap with her head on his shoulder.  Ishme was pulling his fingers from between her legs as the aftershocks rolled over her.  She held out a hand, letting them know she needed a moment.  Putting her hand back around Nyal’s neck, she waited to get her breath back so she could speak.

“We need to get out of the tub,” she finally said with gulping breaths. 

The men immediately stood up.  Ishme stepped out of the tub and Nyal handed her to him.

“You can put me down,” she giggled.  “I need to dry off.”

“We will dry you off,” said Nyal.

“Oh, no, you’re not.  You guys have much more territory to cover than I do.  I want to get to bed soon and not get it wet.” 

She laughed when they both snatched up towels.  She threw some extra towels on the floor before going into the bedroom.  She was rummaging through the bottom drawer of her dresser, when the guys walked in a few minutes later.

“What are you looking for?” asked Ishme.

“Tonight is all about passion, not about procreation.  I’m on birth control, but that doesn’t work with the Goddess of Fertility around.  So I’m looking for the condoms,” she answered.

She pulled out a box and turned to see Ishme and Nyal standing right behind her. She was done being nervous.  She sashayed over to the bed with the box in her hands.

“We will not be able to impregnate you until we are
Joined
,” said Ishme.

At the look on her face, Nyal explained, “When our wings erupt, a chemical is released which makes us fertile.”

“So until then you guys are shooting blanks?  You can’t get anyone else pregnant?” she asked.  “Wow, you must fool around a lot before meeting the right woman and settling down.”

They would have said more but she interrupted them.

“I hope you learned a few things because we’re going to have hip-grinding, pulse-pounding, sweaty, wreck-the-bed, hanging-from-the-chandelier-monkey sex - all night long.”

Cocking her hip to the side, she struck a pose: left arm crossed over her waist, holding her right elbow, she put her right hand under her chin and tapped her cheek with her forefinger.

“Perhaps there will be toys or handcuffs, I haven’t decided yet.”

She could hear their breathing getting rough.  Turning, she jumped onto the bed and lay down in the middle.

“What are you waiting for?” she called out. 

Nyal crawled up the end of the bed straight at her.

“I want to taste you,” he said, as he reached for her legs.

He lifted her legs and put them over his arms as he spread them.  Fitting his wide shoulders in between, he leaned down and gave her a long lick, from her vagina up through her folds, swirling his tongue around her clit.

Ishme soon joined them.  She felt the bed dip as he approached her side.  He fondled her breasts as he took her mouth in a deep, plunging kiss.  When she felt her blood rise and her pulse start to pound, her hips began to undulate.  Nyal easily held her in place, as he continued to lick and suckle her, inserting first one finger and then another. 

She turned her head to look at Ishme, “I want you in my mouth,” she said.  “I want you deep in my mouth.” 

She reached over with one hand as he placed his body over her so she could reach him.  He used his strength to keep himself from crushing her as she took hold of him and began running her fingers up and down.

She licked up the length and then over the tip, into the little slit at the top, picking up a few drops of pre-cum.  She opened her mouth wide as he slowly thrust in.  When she felt him at the back of her throat, she swallowed with the next thrust.  It was amazing to feel him rub against the back of her throat.  She couldn't describe the experience.  She held on to his hips with both hands as he slowly thrust in and out of her mouth and throat. 

While Ishme was thrusting into her mouth, Nyal continued to run his fingers in and out of her.  His tongue was swirling around and around her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, his fingers thrusting in and out of her, also contributing to her arousal spiking higher and higher.

Suddenly, she felt that Ishme was close and he let out a long, low groan as he stiffened.  At the same time, Nyal bit down gently on her clit.  The first orgasm in her clitoris set off a second orgasm in her throat and she moaned.  Her whole body shook from the force of it.

Ishme gathered his strength and pulled back on his knees.  He looked down at her and said, “You’re beautiful.”

She looked back at both of them, “We're just getting started.  I want to take both of you at once.  I need to feel both of you in me.”

Nyal crawled up the bed, kissing parts of her along the way.  When his hips came even with hers, he sat back on his knees.  He had an impressive hard-on jutting out as he picked up a condom.  He opened the package and gave her a questioning look.

“Place it over the top of your penis and roll it down to the base.  It’s made of latex, it’ll stretch.  I think,” she added. 

Nyal did as she instructed, then once again ranged himself over her body.  Reaching down and fitting himself to her, he slowly filled her.  Rolling to the side, he ended up on his back with her over him.  She sat up, taking him deeper.  Tossing her head, she arched her back and let out a long, low moan. 

“Ooh - that feels amazing,” she said.

“Come here to me,” he said, pulling her forward. 

Nyal reached up with his hands and began massaging her breasts.  Ishme moved around to the back, rubbing one hand down to her buttocks, which he squeezed.  She leaned down to give Nyal kisses.  She brought up her knees to the side and ground down with each thrust, hitting that spot deep inside her.  Ishme put one hand between her shoulder blades and slowly bent her forward with one hand as he slowly rimmed her rosette with the other.  He pushed one finger into her and she let out a long groan. 

“Do that again,” she sighed, and he added a second finger and pushed in as she rocked against Nyal.  When he felt she was aroused enough, her rosette dripping with juices from her second sweet spot, he pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his cock.  He took his time entering her until he was fully seated.

She couldn't believe the sense of fullness of having both of them connected to her that way.  It was such a powerful feeling, and then they began to move.  Ishme put his hands at her waist and held her as he thrust in and out of her, Nyal lifting his hips up and down in a slow, undulating movement, as he supported her with his hands on her breasts. 

The three of them feeling each other back and forth, keeping up the slow motion, rubbing against the sensitive tissues and membranes with the power of the arousal building, building and building.

She stopped kissing Nyal and turned her head to kiss Ishme.  Nyal tipped his head down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, gently biting and licking, then sucking it deep in his mouth.

Finally, when they could feel the orgasm coming, they shouted out their releases together and she collapsed forward.  Ishme went over on his side and Nyal twisted that way so Becky lay sandwiched between the two men.  They were all panting hard, catching their breath.