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  Did she hold one of these men? Did she keep herself still? No. She decided to let her hands go where they wanted to, sliding one palm down Rauth’s chest as the other’s fingers found Lachlan’s hair and clung to it, guiding his face downwards, slowly easing him towards her pussy as though saying, “Yes, it’s all right. Taste me. Lick me. Feel how wet I am for you, my sweet thing.”

  Rauth kissed her neck now as Lachlan’s head made its way to sit eagerly between her thighs. Gwynne found herself standing between the two men in a state of euphoria better than anything she could have imagined, her legs parted, any previous self-consciousness a thing of the past. She felt like more than a queen; she felt like a goddess being worshiped by her subjects.

  “Which of us,” asked Rauth as he kissed her, “would you like inside you first?”

  Gwynne gasped with pleasure.

  “But no,” he continued, “I should not make you choose. We will let the evening run its course, and both of our hard cocks will find their way into you.”

  He pulled his tunic up, revealing his chiseled form to Gwynne for the first time. God, he was beautiful. His arms were shapely and muscular, his torso a series of hard curves, tensing in the flickering light of the fire. His leather pants barely concealed the enormous erection which strained to be released under a series of ties which Gwynne wanted to get at with her mouth.

  She allowed a hand to slide to the front of the pants, fingers encircling his girth as best they could. Rauth let out a moan of pleasure as she did so. So, he thought, she did want him, as much as he wanted her. She wasn’t shy about it, this chosen mate. Well, she would soon receive more than she’d ever hoped for.

  Lachlan kissed her legs, his tongue stroking the white of her skin as it made its way towards her pink wetness. Just as he landed one soft kiss on her clit, causing her to shudder gently, he stood, slipping a hand between her thighs.

  “You really are ready for us, aren’t you, my lady?” said Lachlan, looking towards her face and sliding a finger along her slick opening. His eyes were filled with a mischief that she normally associated with Rauth. Lachlan, she knew, was filled with the same aching desire as she was, to be one with her body.

  She nodded. “Yes. I’m ready. I want you both inside me. I need it so much.”

  Lachlan returned his face to the place between Gwynne’s legs, stroking her in slow swaths of his tongue. She let out a moan, closing her eyes as her fingers squeezed Rauth’s shaft, rewarding him for what the other alpha was doing.

  Rauth reached down and undid the laces that constrained him, allowing his cock to free itself into Gwynne’s waiting hand.

  “Stroke it,” he said. She obliged, her delicate fingers massaging him as she looked into his eyes before allowing them to shift downward and admire his thickness. At the slit of his cockhead she saw the beckoning drip of liquid that told her how ready he was.

  But Rauth, like Lachlan, was patient, and determined as promised to pleasure his cwen. He leaned forwards and roughly took her right breast in both hands, sucking her nipple, pulling at it. As she watched him she squeezed him harder, running her hand up and down the length of his cock. God, it felt so good. She’d always fantasized about a mouth between her legs and one on her nipples, but this was better than anything she’d ever imagined.

  Rauth let his hands move to her other breast, his fingers pinching her hard bud, thumb running roughly over its sensitive tip as he licked at the right nipple. Lachlan, meanwhile, caressed her softly, his tongue landing on the delicate area below her slit and painting in broad, delicious strokes as he penetrated her gently with his fingers.

  “Lie down, my lady,” said Rauth softly. Lachlan stood and they each took one of her hands as her dress slid to the floor, revealing her full, naked form for the first time.

  They held onto her as she eased backwards onto the bed, her head landing on a soft pillow, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Rauth looked down at her and with a strong hand pried her thighs apart again, offering what was between them to Lachlan.

  “He is my cousin, you know,” he said as his face neared hers. “We share everything.”

  The thought made Gwynne inhale deeply. This was real. This is happening, she thought.

  She reached for his cock even as Lachlan penetrated her again with thick fingers, and Gwynne mimicked his motions with her own, stroking the alpha’s shaft slowly as he put his head back and closed his eyes, hardening further under her touch.

  In Gwynne’s hand, Rauth’s cock twitched as though to urge her into further intimacy, and she turned to her left, steering him towards her mouth. His hips shifted, offering himself to her and she tasted him for the first time. So thick. So very hard.

  Her tongue explored his tip, cleaning the salty droplet away, and in tiny circles she tormented him as she covered the sensitive surface of his cock head.

  Lachlan, seeing what she was up to, thrust first one finger and then two inside her tight wetness, easing in and out as he watched. As though he were saying, “Soon you’ll feel my cock inside you, but here is a taste of what’s to come.”

  It was when he slid a third finger into her other delicate opening, the one below her slit, that she let out a groan. Yes, there were homes for both of us, he was saying. Ygrena had been right; there was no way to not enjoy being penetrated in two places.

  “Lachlan,” Gwynne moaned, “I want you inside me.”

  Rauth thrust his cock into her mouth then, asserting himself. “Take me while you take him,” he said. “Suck on it.”

  She did as he commanded, taking his thick shaft deep into her mouth and moaning as she felt the throbbing veins under her tongue.

  Lachlan lifted himself to his full height and pulled Gwynne’s thighs around his hips. Her legs wrapped around him, her own hips at the edge of the bed, which was tall enough so that he could fuck her as he stood. This, she knew, was no coincidence. This bed was designed for sex with the largest of the shifters.

  He looked down at her pussy. This was the place he’d wanted to be for so long; the channel that he’d wanted to fill. It seemed wrong simply to thrust himself inside now.

  Grasping his hard cock in his right hand, he stroked her with it, sliding its head up and down her wet slit as she let out delicate moans. She raised her feet to the edge of the bed, spreading herself wide for him.

  For Lachlan it was a challenge to watch Rauth’s cock in his lover’s mouth, not because of jealousy or anything of the sort, but because it aroused him. He recalled being on top of her a couple of nights earlier, and the skill with which she’d massaged him. It was all he could do at the time not to explode in her sweet mouth.

  He turned his eyes to his task, flicking Gwynne’s clit gently with the tip of his cock, which was slick with her wetness and his own. He knew without question that she wanted him inside her as much as he wanted to find his way into her tight channel, and finally he froze, holding his swollen cock head so that it parted her lips ever so slightly. Gwynne sighed, her mind fantasizing about the moments to come.

  And then Lachlan thrust, and in a moment he was deep within her hot flesh.

  Gwynne let out a cry, her mouth still on Rauth and her hand still squeezing and stroking his shaft as she ran her tongue around his swollen head. She’d never felt anything so extraordinary as the shifter’s length inside her. He was so thick that she felt as though she couldn’t take him in completely; he spread her in a way that caused the most delightful sort of ache, which seemed to fade as he moved in and out, soothing her nerves into submission, forcing her body to reshape itself to accept him.

  And then his hips began to move faster, to pull him out almost completely and push back inside. With each gentle thrust she squeezed, her channel enveloping him, clinging to him, welcoming him in as she felt his body come up against hers.

  His hands were on her thighs. He slid one along her white skin and slowly raised her calf so that her foot rested on his shoulder. Gwynne could feel now that he was able to push st
ill deeper into her, reaching places that she didn’t know she had.

  Lachlan kissed the inside of her calf and she could see his gorgeous profile, eyes closed, savouring each second.

  Rauth pulled away for a moment and watched as his cousin fucked their mate, his own fingers occasionally reaching down to caress her breasts. He moved down her body, fingers sliding along her white belly, and turned to watch her face as he flicked them over her clit, millimetres from the cock that was penetrating her.

  Gwynne was resolute as she watched them. She would be Lady Gwendolyn; proud, confident. She would not look away. She would watch these men pleasure her. She could die tomorrow and this would mean that she could do so happily.

  Rauth brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked her juices off of their tips before returning to his task, as Lachlan eased slowly in and out. Gwynne could tell that he didn’t want to come too soon.

  Nor did she.

  But as Lachlan fucked her, Rauth stroked her again, expertly, his thick fingertips hot against her delicate, swollen bud. With one hand he reached and pulled at the hood so that he could softly rub her exposed flesh, driving her towards madness.

  Gwynne’s own fingers went to her nipples then, running gently over the tips as Rauth massaged and Lachlan fucked her. Both men, she knew, were watching her face. And she loved it.

  She felt her body begin to strain against itself, resisting climax, and apparently Rauth could see it too, as a moment later she felt a tongue on her. While Lachlan’s cock was inside her, the other alpha was licking her clit. Oh, dear Lord. Gwynne hadn’t even imagined that it was possible to manoeuvre into that position. But thank God it was.

  Her tight walls squeezed Lachlan’s cock as he held her thighs against his hips, Rauth’s tongue lapping at her fast now, but gentle, her clit sending shockwaves to her head.

  “Oh…oh…I can’t…” she began as her body took over, her hips thrusting upwards as she bucked under both men. She could hear Rauth moan as Lachlan let out a gasp, and she knew that her pussy was squeezing him over and over again, and that he would be trying to fight his cock’s desire to explode inside her.

  When her convulsions had finally stopped Gwynne put a hand on her chest and let out a shallow laugh.

  “I didn’t know that I could feel that good,” she said.

  “We’re only just beginning,” said Rauth, wiping his mouth with his hand before landing a kiss on each dark pink nipple.

  “Get up,” Lachlan said to her, easing his still-hard cock out of her slowly, carefully. “Stand for a moment, Gwynne.”

  She did, her pussy emitting a delicate ache, wanting further contact after the intensity of her orgasm.

  Lachlan lay down on the bed, his cock pointing straight towards the ceiling as his fingers reached for its base, holding it for her. Its size made Gwynne want to laugh with some sort of perfect satisfaction. She couldn’t have designed a more gorgeous man. And yet there were two such men, both naked, both about to fuck her.

  * * *

  Rituals 4

  “Sit on me,” Lachlan commanded. Gwynne enjoyed the side of him which issued her orders. It was almost as though his cousin was an army general and he was a leader in the sexual realm. Co-alphas, indeed. Both knew what they wanted, and Gwynne was grateful for it.

  Lachlan now hung his own legs over the edge of the bed, knees parted as Gwynne pulled herself up onto the mattress and turned to face him, delicately lifting her left leg over his torso. She’d always been pleased to have a rather gymnast-like quality to her movements; she’d been born flexible and had remained so, so that her size was never a hindrance. Slowly and with a graceful fluidity she eased down onto his shaft, her eyes closing as she felt his girth as if for the first time.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned as she lowered herself onto him fully, his swollen cock piercing her depths.

  Lachlan took her shoulders gently and pulled them forwards so that he could get his mouth on one nipple and then the other. By now they stood hard and proud, protruding as though to beg the men to suck on them. So sensitive, so arousing. And Lachlan was unwilling to disregard their allure, lapping at them with his eager tongue, tending to each’s sensitivity and need for his touch.

  “That’s it. That’s what I like to see,” said Rauth, who stood behind Gwynne, his hard shaft in his right hand. With his left he caressed her ass, his fingers sliding around its perfect curves as she rose and lowered herself. Her body truly was made to be fucked from every angle. If not for the ritual he would surely have had to find his way inside her in other ways. But no; this was best. Sharing her, watching her revel in his cousin’s touch. Watching her body be infiltrated by Lachlan’s and soon his own. Rauth had lived for this moment and was only now realizing it.

  He licked his fingers again and slid them down the base of Gwynne’s spine into the delicious, secret crevice between her white folds, finding the delicate flesh that he sought with the sensitive tips. He massaged her there as she moaned, and he watched the other alpha’s cock, slick with her wetness, disappear and reappear from inside her depths as her muscles contracted in joyous response.

  It was right, thought Rauth, that Lachlan should be inside her first. He had waited so long. And he even had feelings tied to this woman; deep emotions. For Rauth it was all business, or so he liked to tell himself.

  But in this moment, looking at her wondrous body, he wondered if he’d ever known what it was to truly make love to a woman. Never had he been quite so overcome with an aching desire, like an illness setting in. His body would not recover until he’d had her.

  He allowed his thumb to tuck into her hole and her head thrust backwards. Now she had two men inside her, but she had no idea yet what she was in for, this one.

  Rauth eased it out, then pierced her with his index and middle fingers.

  “Oh, yes,” Gwynne yelled, any shyness long gone as she took both men in.

  “I’m going to be inside you, my cwen,” Rauth said, leaning forward. “Two of us, in you. Pleasuring you and ourselves. Do you wish for that?”

  “Yes. Please, Rauth. Lachlan. I could fuck you forever.”

  She felt Rauth’s cockhead tease her opening as Lachlan slowed his hips to allow the other alpha to plunge into her.

  “Here it is,” Rauth said, “my cock for you. Pulsing, hard, thick with juices for you, Gwynne.” With that he thrust once, and was inside her.

  For a moment it felt as though Gwynne were being ripped in two; her mind couldn’t figure out where to focus. The sensations were so similar and yet so different.

  She lowered herself again, Lachlan raising his hips slightly as he looked up at her to ensure that she wasn’t in pain.

  It was when she smiled that he knew he could thrust a little harder and he did, his fingers reaching again for her hard red nipples.

  Rauth watched her rhythm and mimicked it, pulling out as Lachlan entered, then pushing in. On occasion he deliberately waited for a thrust on the other shifter’s part, and simultaneously shoved his shaft deep inside her so that she could feel the brunt of both men’s sizes, her body being pushed and stretched to its limits as she yelled out in utter pleasure.

  Gwynne knew that if anyone in the hall had doubted that the ritual would occur, there was no longer room for any question as she let out cry after cry of ecstasy, her lovers below and behind her. She rode Lachlan, occasionally staring into his piercing eyes as she imagined Rauth behind her, his own glinting blue eyes staring at the ass that he was so deliciously violating.

  “We are going to come inside you, my cwen,” moaned Lachlan after a time. His eyes seemed to look into her, taking her into himself as she took him inside her own body. Gwynne could see that it was taking everything in him to hold back and prevent his own release. Once again he was the essence of discipline, prolonging her pleasure.

  But now she wanted him to cut loose.

  “Oh, yes. Come. For me, in me, on me. Come, my beautiful wolves,” she moaned, her head back as Rauth pulled
at her hair and kissed her neck. His pace sped up and flesh pounded flesh, Gwynne glistening with sweat as she rode Lachlan.

  And then it happened. Rauth thrust a final time and Gwynne came down on Lachlan’s delectable cock, and she felt a surge of heat shoot through her as though they were reading one another’s minds.

  Her hands reached back to pull Rauth deeper inside her and she ground herself down on Lachlan to push him in, holding on, squeezing them both in an effort to say, “Never leave. Never stop.”

  When at last she felt Rauth pull himself slowly away, she lamented the loss, somehow. It was as though a part of her were being detached and an emptiness left in his place.

  She let herself down onto Lachlan, who wrapped long arms around her, his heat enfolding her soft body. He was still inside her, as unwilling to let her go as she was him.

  Rauth threw himself onto the bed next to them, breathing heavily.

  “That,” he said, stroking his spent cock into a state of rest, “was a nightly ritual I can live with.”

  * * *

  Late into the night the alphas were still in the bed with Gwynne. She’d envisioned the men leaving her when the ceremony had ended, but in the early hours of the morning, she still found herself engulfed in their warmth. In the night Rauth had shifted for the first time in her presence, and wrapped his dark fur around her naked form while Lachlan stayed to her right in protective stance, an arm laid over her belly as though to claim possession over her womb.

  Once again Gwynne felt a mix of emotions: happiness, satisfaction, confusion. What would happen now? How did the men feel? What exactly was she to them?

  Her body felt as though it had been filled with a cocktail of wonderful drugs; relaxed, high even. As though the blood flowing through her had somehow been cleansed and she’d breathed in fresh sea air, ridding herself of pollutants and toxins. Like the old century had washed away her own and she was beginning to live again.