Page 49 of Rory

“I want her mouth on me while you take her sweet arse,” Ulf muttered. He kissed her mouth before he whispered against her ear, “Shall we take you thus, Wife?”

Elspeth at last understood why these two men owned her heart, for nothing had ever excited her as much as submitting to their demands.

“Aye, Husband.” She pushed him onto his back, and came up over him, shifting down until she could kiss his cock. She then looked over her shoulder at Ben and lifted her hips. “Come and help me please our hunter, my handsome healer.”

Elspeth thought she would swoon as she lowered her head to lick Ulf’s shaft and cockhead, while Ben took hold of her arse and spread the tight, round cheeks so he could press against her, and then into her. She worked her mouth over the hunter while her other man slowly penetrated her tight rosebud, coming deep inside her.

“You’re so big inside me, Benedict,” she gasped, gripping Ulf’s cock and stroking it in the same rhythm that the healer was shafting her clenching flower. “I wish watch Ulf do the same to you later.”

The hunter grunted as she went back to suckling him, groaning his pleasure as she took him deeper into her mouth. At the same time Ben worked his long shaft in and out, taking care to give it to her slowly. Each time he pulled out nearly his full length, only to press the swollen head back into her. Ulf caught and rubbed her chebs as he did, and Elspeth knew her delight would not hold back much longer.

“Fack me harder, my Healer,” Elspeth told Ben, pressing her bottom against him as he buried himself in her. “Oh, you’re so good when you do thus.” The deep, hot sensations coming from her rosebud as it gripped his cock made her almost breathless. “I want your cream when he gives me his, my Hunter.” She shifted up so that she straddled his cock with her thighs. “In my quim.”

“It’s too much,” Ben protested, starting to draw out of her, then going still as she used her muscles to keep him inside her. “We don’t want to hurt you.”

“’Tis what we want now,” she told him, and caught her breath as Ulf pressed into her tight wetness, his cock sliding against the bulge of Benedict in her narrow channel. “’Tis good, aye? Never did I reckon you and your cocks should fill me thus. ’Tis as I’ve ever wished.”

“Our lady needs your cock in her arse while I pound her quim with mine,” Ulf said, his voice deep and unsteady. “’Tis the manner she desires we take her tonight, and I would give her such.”

“Els, are you sure?” Ben said, still fretting.

The healer always worried that she would somehow suffer from their passions, something she could not abide.

“I’ve burned for you both for two years, Husband,” she reminded him. “Fack me with Ulf, Benedict. Fill all of me with your sweet cream.”

For a moment the healer still hesitated, but the hunter plowed deep inside her, groaning as he did. That seemed to make Ben finally let go of his reservations and pump into her as well, the thickness of his cock rubbing against Ulf’s as they worked inside her.

“Yes, like that,” Elspeth said, breathless now as she drew one of the hunter’s hands to her breast, and then brought Ben’s fingers to her mouth and suckled them.

The sensations of being crammed to overflowing didn’t overwhelm Elspeth in the slightest. With her generous curves and wild passions she had been made for this kind of loving; her body cushioned and welcomed them both while providing them with the silky friction and tightness that gave them pleasure. She had imagined this too often between lovers, her fingers stroking the little pearl in her folds that brought a little pleasure in her loneliest nights. Now, with two very hard, heavy cocks working inside her, she knew even her unruliest dreams had not come close to the bliss of surrendering her all.

“Soon I shall spew,” Ulf muttered against her ear as he thrust faster into her quim.

“Me, too,” Ben said, kissing the back of her neck as he plowed deep into her arse. “Will you come for us first, love?”

“Aye.” Already Elspeth was so close to her bliss her whole body seemed on fire. “Only come into me together, and hold yourselves there.”

Her husbands both made guttural sounds as they obeyed her, planting their cocks deep inside her soft, wet holes.

“I shall love you like this for eternity,” she reminded them as the tremors began spreading through her core. “Every night, every morning, every time you wish share your pleasures with me. I’m yours, Benedict, and yours, Ulf. Fack me forever.”

As soon as the last word of her promise spilled from her lips she couldn’t hold back another moment, and shattered inside from a tremendous explosion of ecstasy. Deep inside her body the muscles surrounding both men’s members tightened rhythmically, milking their cocks in the throes of her own pleasure. Dimly she heard her men utter sounds of surprise before they, too, found their delight in her. The sensations of their shafts jerking and their cream pumping into her flung her up to the heavens a second time, and filled her heart with adoration for her husbands.

They held her as the last tremors shook them, and Elspeth closed her eyes for a moment to thank the Gods for giving her these men to love.

When Una saw Kelso leave the great hall that night, she followed him through the passages and out into the inner bailey, where the sky had again grown dark. In the sparse light Elspeth’s former lover seemed even more menacing, yet she suspected the true emotion behind his dark expression was sorrow, not anger. The head chambermaid had disappeared, and even Una didn’t know where she had gone. She suspected Elspeth may have tried to reach the healer and the hunter where they had been trapped.

Kelso genuinely loved her friend, Una knew, which was beyond foolish for a man of the clan. By long-standing tradition McKeran could not wed mortals. Nor should any mortal wench desire a half-Fae immortal husband. Elspeth had used him for pleasure while she resisted the two men she actually wanted. Now she had discarded Kelso, even if he could not admit it.

For once Una’s natural talent for conniving seemed useful for someone other than herself. Mayhap I can help the lad end his suffering by distracting him.

She walked up boldly to Kelso, took hold of his hand and tugged him along with her toward the old granary. He didn’t resist or speak, but stared at her as if she’d gone mad. She decided to keep quiet until they were inside, and once she drew him over the threshold she closed and barred the door. The scent of ripened and ground grain enveloped them, as did the slightly musty scent of the bunches of dried herbs dangling from the rafters.

“I’m no’ in the mood for your sharp tongue, lass,” Kelso warned her.

“That’s because you ken what I wish to say to you, McKeran,” Una said as she went over to pull aside the window covering and let a little torchlight into the dark space. “Elspeth doesnae love you. Nor shall she, no matter what you attempt to sway her. Ever and always her heart belongs to Healer Ben and Hunter Ulf. You but stand in her way. Where’s your pride, lad?”

“You take much interest in me, stable wench.” The sharp taunt didn’t quite drown out the sorrowed pitch of his tone, and then he made a dismissive gesture. “You’ve said enough.”