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   ―N-no.‖ She reached for him, wanting his mouth on her nipples.

   Raising his head, Kaliq said, ―Her skin feels warm.‖

   ―Hot,‖ Kamal corrected, kissing and licking his way down her torso. When he reached her mons, he buried his nose in her curls. She heard him inhale deeply, felt her pussy ooze. Her clit ached, longing for his tongue.

   Once again the men moved with perfect synchronicity. Ignoring her attempts to guide them between her spread legs, they fed the length of her body
,
then proclaimed themselves too full to eat another bite.

   Frustration coursing through her, Eden groaned.

   ―Don't worry, Eden.‖

   ―We've other ways—‖

   ―Myriad ways.‖

   ―To pleasure you.‖

   ―I am for
your
pleasure,‖ she murmured, her voice betraying her need.

   ―What we are doing to you pleases us.‖

   They glided up her body, reviving the scents of tomato and basil, the slickness of cheese, and rekindling the need that pounded through her flesh.

   His fingers toying with one nipple, Kaliq laved her ear. Delighted, Eden shivered. Kamal kissed her lips as his fingers gently plucked and pinched her other nipple. His rough tongue and warm mouth retained the flavors and scents he'd licked from her skin. Mating their tongues, she traced both men's flat nipples, trailed her fingers lower until she curled them around rigid shafts. The men gasped
, t
hen flexed their hips back and forth.

   
At last, I can please them.

   But soon—
too soon—t
heir hands covered hers, denying her the sensual joy of feeling their iron hardness and velvet skin as they thrust their cocks into her hands. Sighing her disappointment, she relaxed and heard them grunt. Such a brief and simple sound yet containing both relief and yearning. Somehow she found comfort in their sharing her feelings—tangled and conflicted as

they were.

   Restless, she shifted her hips. Captured between her body and theirs, their cocks pulsed. Pre-cum seeped along her thighs. Kaliq cupped her buttocks and eased his fingers between them, tickling her tight ring. Kamal's hand drifted to her mons and his fingers slid between her labia, teasing her clit
, t
hen easing into her pussy just as Kaliq pushed his fingers into her ring.

   ―Ouch!‖ she protested
,
then moaned. ―Ooooh. Good. So good.‖

   As if they had all the time in the world, the men continued to tease and caress her gently. Slowly. At times one or the other would pull back and look at her. That troubled her at first, but she realized they were adapting her lessons about food and teaching her lessons about her own body.

   ―Sight,‖ Kamal muttered
,
then kissed her eyelids.

   ―Scent.‖ Kaliq nuzzled her ear and she could smell the lingering aroma of mint.

   She kissed each man in turn. ―Taste.‖ Basil, tomato and cheese remained on their tongues. Fascinated by the changing color of their eyes, she stared at them until, unable to resist any longer, she grasped their cocks. ―Touch.‖

   Their hips pumped. Their fingers thrust in and out of her ring and pussy. Their cocks slid between her tightening fingers. She could feel tension building in her. In them. Grunting. Pumping. Faster. Harder. Higher. Ecstasy. Hers. Theirs. Their climaxes went on and on and on until they all shouted. Their cum squirted along her thighs. Her juices drenched Kamal's fingers. Kaliq and Kamal's sweat dewed her own damp body.

   Sighing, they all relaxed.

   ―Sound,‖ she murmured, sated.

   Sometime later, she awoke and giggled. They were using her own hair, tickling her cheeks and neck and already puckered nipples. Catching their wrists, she pushed their hands away. Surprised that they allowed it—they were so much stronger than she—she frowned.

   ―Can someone clean up the mess we've made?‖ Kaliq wondered.

   ―Other than us,‖ Kamal added.

   ―My droid. But why? We'll only mess it up again.‖

   ―Remember how you served us something cool—sorbet or champagne—between courses?‖

   ―You said it would cleanse our palates, allow us to taste the next flavor without contamination from the last.‖

   ―I don't think I said
contamination
, but I remember saying something like that.‖

   ―We want a shower,‖ Kaliq said, swiping a dab of cream cheese from under her breast. Her nipples tightened as if they still felt the men's tongues on them.

   Kaliq sucked her bellybutton
, t
hen stuck out his tongue. She barely noticed the tomato seed on its tip. Her pussy was imagining that tongue plunging, lapping deeper and deeper inside it.

   They grinned at her, making her wonder what mischief they'd planned for their communal shower. Her breasts and pussy could barely wait to find out. Neither could the rest of her.

   ―All right.‖

   Whooping, they lifted her off the divan
,
then carried her into her bathroom. The shower started just as they crossed the threshold.

   ―Tell me how you did that.‖

   They were reluctant to tell her. She could read it in their eyes, feel it in their arms and hands when they put her down in the amethyst-walled enclosure.

   ―Why do you want to know?‖ Kamal asked while Kaliq stood under the showerhead and scrubbed tomato from his hair.

   ―So…so when you leave I can have the shower waiting for me whenever I want.‖ The thought of their departure made her heart ache—an emotion a courtesan could ill afford. Especially a woman who intended to become The Consummate Courtesan.

   Snaking one muscular arm around her waist, Kaliq pulled her under the spray. Kamal joined them, making her think of sandwiches. They were the bread, she the filling. Their hands, slick with soap, glided over her and she forgot her own

name.

   ―Which do you think is tighter?‖ Kamal said, easing his finger into her tight ring. ―Her ass or her cunt?‖

   Kaliq slid his thick middle finger into her pussy and thumbed her clit. ―Can't say. Which is hotter?‖

   ―Cunt, definitely. But she likes having us in both places simultaneously. Don't you, Eden?‖

   She nodded, too weak, too aroused to say anything. Their bodies slipped and slid up and down hers, urging her to match their rhythm. Lifting her sopping hair off her back, she surrendered to her need to undulate. Skin to skin, they flowed together until she cried their names and her spasms rode her like giant waves crashing against a rocky shore.

   ―Have you ever known a woman so responsive?‖

   ―Never.‖

   Too weak to move, Eden forced her eyes open. She managed to glare at their grinning faces
, t
hen grunted. They wiggled their impaled fingers, bringing her to another body-quaking climax.

   They carried her from the shower, dried her and themselves. The soft-rough texture of the towels made her skin tingle. At last, her legs felt strong enough to support her. Taking a towel from each of them, she dried their swollen balls and stiffening cocks. Curling her fingers around each rigid cock, she led them back to the divan.

―What now?‖ Kaliq asked.

   Eden shrugged. ―I don't know. We never trained for entertaining two—‖
well-endowed—
―gentlemen at the same time.‖

   Chuckling, Kamal handed his brother a bowl of slightly warm Alfredo sauce.

   ―In her?‖

   ―No, on your shaft.‖

   
Sweet Goddess.
Kaliq's bronzed hand slathering white Alfredo sauce over his reddish, engorged cock made her mouth water. Eager to taste him, she climbed onto the divan. His eyes glittering green and silver, Kaliq sat by her head. When she licked her lips, he pulsed.

   Kamal spread her legs
,
then settled between them. Once more she sensed their silent communication. ―Wh—‖

   Kaliq shoved his cock into her mouth. Quickly, knowing his enormous size could choke her, she wrapped her fingers around it. Now that she could somewhat control him, she licked and sucked the sauce from his cock. ―Mmmm,‖ she mumbled, savoring the taste and scent of sauce and man.

   Kamal's hot breath along her thighs, his fingers parting her still slick labia made her clit swell. His tongue tip took a tentative swipe
, t
hen returned to lick all around the sensitive nub. At last, just when she thought she might die from lust, he sucked it into his mouth.

   Immersed in sensations, her mind hazed. One hand on Kaliq's cock, her other cupped his balls. They swelled. His hands closed over her breasts and stroked her aching nipples. Kamal lapped her clit
,
then drove his tongue into her pussy. His finger eased into her ring.

   She licked and swallowed the last vestiges of sauce from Kaliq's shaft, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum and his alluring male musk. Kamal sucked and gently teethed her clit. Their hands moved over her, teasing, arousing her to frenzy. Kaliq, his cum erupting in her mouth, shouted her name. Kamal sucked harder on her clit
,
then plunged his tongue into her pulsing pussy. She shattered. Writhed. Thrust her breasts into Kaliq's marauding hands, her pussy into Kamal's face.

   Her spasms were only subsiding when they switched places. Kamal smeared Alfredo on her lips
, t
hen slathered it over his cock.

   ―Goddess, she smells good,‖ Kaliq said from between her trembling thighs.

   ―She tastes even better,‖ Kamal said, kissing her
, t
hen replacing his tongue with his shaft.

   Tonguing her clit, Kaliq massaged one breast, Kamal the other. His fingers plucked her nipples, matching his thrusts into and out of her mouth. His groans of pleasure blended with her moans as she sucked and licked and gently bit him.

   ―Juicy. Like an apple. Sweet. Like honey,‖ Kaliq praised, easing his finger into her pussy. ―I've found her ecstasy button.‖

   ―Not yet,‖ Kamal growled. ―I'm not—aye, I am. Yesss. Suck me, Eden. Suck me hard. Yesss.‖

   ―Come for me, Eden. Goddess, I want to be in her cunt. She's so tight on my finger my shaft aches. Shit! I'm coming, too.‖

   Kissing her cheeks, Kamal collapsed on Eden's shoulder. Kaliq inched up far enough to kiss her belly
, t
hen rested his head on it. Eden, feeling limp as overcooked linguini, sighed.

   ―What now?‖ she asked, going cross-eyed watching Kamal's face descend. His darting tongue swept his own cum from the corners of her lips.

   ―Hmmm?‖ Kaliq sounded sleepy. ―How ‗bout a nap?‖

   ―How ‗bout dessert?‖ Kamal sprang to his feet, adding, ―After we shower, of course.‖

   ―Another shower?‖ Kaliq complained as he sat up. ―It'll be like sorbet, right?‖

   Eden groaned. ―I'm already turning into a prune.‖

They bathed, the tub water warm enough to soothe muscles Kamal and Kaliq had not used in a long time. And Eden had probably never used. At least not for sex.

   Massaging Kamal's foot, Eden said, ―You told me you're not from Pluto or Sedna. Where are you from?‖

   ―Does it matter??

   
Why not tell her? She'll find out when we take her
home.

   
Maybe, when she knows, she won't want to leave
Venus.

   ―I would like to imagine you there. With family and friends. W-wives and children. Are you married?‖

   Kaliq rubbed her shoulders. ―Tante's rules forbade married men—‖

   ―Even engaged men,‖ Kamal said, freeing his foot to massage Eden's.

   ―From participating in this auction.‖

   Somewhat relieved, Eden said, ―I knew that. Mmmm. You both could work in our luxury spa. You have a talent for massage. But I should be massaging you.‖

   ―We enjoy touching you. Your skin is soft and smooth—like this banana's peel.‖ Kaliq held it up, his lips twitching, his eyes suggesting where he might like to put the fruit.

   Laughing, Eden narrowed her eyes in mock disapproval. ―Surely you can imagine something better.‖

   Kamal peeled the banana
, t
hen broke it in half. Handing a piece to Kaliq, he said, ―Legend says when a man feeds a woman from his own hand, she is his forever.‖

   ―I know of no such legend,‖ Eden avowed, her gaze shifting between the men and their darkening eyes.