Little One 2

Epic chapter is at hand! I know I said Wednesday, but tomorrow is turning into a busy day for me, and i don't know that I'll be able to update. So, on with the show! The answers to questions!


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This time, awakening came not nearly as comfortable as it had this morning. Jess’ bleary eyes opened to a rather up close view of the embroidery of a down-filled pillow, a rather pretty black and white pattern. She spared it neither the examination nor the admiration it deserved, because she knew she had never seen such a pattern in her life, and was, in fact, lying on a strange bed.

She shifted painfully, and her arms gave a dull ache that said plainly they were bound behind her and had been for some time. Her legs, too, were bound at the ankle. As she began to struggle against them, she heard a sound from elsewhere in the dark room, and a pair of hands reached round her and tied a blindfold in place without letting her see her attackers. Now she fought in earnest, sure of what they wanted. She was still naked, after all; they had not even seen fit to cover her with the black and white embroidered covers she rested atop.

The same hands pressed against her shoulders and held her still. Sure that there was no give to the ropes, she relaxed. It was useless to fight, and she would have better luck saving her energy to fight them off when she had the chance. They were going to rape her, she was sure, but maybe they would slip up, and she could escape.
Those strong hands gave her shoulders a brief rub when he noticed her relax. She figured it was a he; they were large, broad hands, like Camion’s.

She could even feel the calluses on the pads of his fingers and palms, probably from hard work. Her mind scrambled through these facts. Why would a worker have such a nice bed? Where was she? How far were they from the palace? How had no one noticed their departure? What had made her faint?
“Stay calm, carrille, we will not harm you.” His voice was deep and low, rumbling through her from above, seductive and reassuring. She suppressed the need to shiver under that handsome voice, and her mind desperately searched for some more clues to her attacker. Wait.

Carille? She knew the word was of the Imperial language, and she even knew it meant “precious gift”, but why this man was calling her that, she had no idea. His hands flowed down her back and around her waist, and shifted her into the center of the bed. It was a practiced gesture, and went with the smooth seduction of his voice. Whoever he was he knew what he was doing. But did he know what he was doing? She was Kateri’s slave, and her most beloved. Who would risk the Empress’ anger?

She shivered in fear as his fingers trailed down her body. His caresses were sure, solid, sensual, but also indirect; he touched her to reassure her first, and did not move to touch her sexually.

She felt him draw near and nuzzle her neck, his breath warm. He was treating her kindly; she had to admit through her fear-fogged mind. He was certainly acting like an attentive lover, rather than a rapist. It frightened her to some degree that he was going to lengths to reassure her, it also frightened her that he was in no rush; he acted like he had all the time in the world.

But through that fear she could not help but enjoy the pleasure that rippled through her. Damn her new libido.

Constant sex had made her wanton. She really was beginning to enjoy herself, cursing her body for its treachery, when a voice echoed in the room and made every muscle in her body tense sharply.

“Hurry, brother, we may have some time, but they will come looking for her. Besides, I want my turn.”

“Don’t be in such a rush, it’s not every day such a bounty falls into your lap.”

There were two of them. It had probably made her capture easier. Maybe one had distracted the guards while the other smuggled her out.

“He is not always so impatient, I assure you, but waiting for you to awake had him quite anxious. And now he still has to wait until I am done with you,” he licked her neck up to her earlobe and nibbled on the soft flesh, “or at least until I am willing to share.”

Despite his effort, that statement made her tense again, and he grumbled something in the Imperial tongue before shifting himself over her to allow him better access. As more of his body pressed against her, she discovered that he was naked, and that he had not an ounce of fat on him. All the skin that touched her was firm and she could feel muscles move in the strong, lithe limbs that engulfed her. Those warm, strong hands massaged her breasts, mouth and tongue moving deftly to lick and nibble her nipples.

He kissed his way down to her stomach, his hands trailing along behind until they surpassed his mouth and slid to her hips. One hand steadied her as she felt another dip into her sex. She moaned and arched as the nimble finger darted in and out, testing her, teasing her. When it found that spot inside her she gave a whimpering scream, just a stream of high keening noises trapped in her throat. A shamed blush painted her cheeks, here she was with a stranger who had kidnapped her, with another one watching, and she was enjoying herself.

She didn’t have long to berate herself, for two fingers slipped into her and tortured that certain spot inside of her until she felt the first waves of orgasm ripple through her. His mouth had returned to her breast and the hand that had secured her hips was kneading her ass. Her lower muscles tightened as the orgasm neared. She screamed again, this time in protest, as the bastard pulled away, breaking all contact she had and leaving her without relief.

“She’s going to be fun, I can tell. Horribly responsive.” She tried to ignore the masculine chuckle that promised to discover every way she could respond.

She calmed a bit, finally feeling the trail of juices that had flown down her thighs and was cooling. Her orgasm had dissipated, but it was still close enough that she longed for his touch again, longed for release. It was driving her crazy. She was tied up, kidnapped, and so horny she didn’t care.

Her relief came a second later when he grasped her ankles in one hand, but then she felt something cold and metallic slide along her foot. There was a tug, and when he released her ankles she realized her had cut the ropes.

Seeing a chance at freedom she kicked out, but he caught her foot before it connected and used it to pull her towards him, laughing all the while.

“Spirited, I see. You should be lots of fun.”

He came to rest between her legs, his body and hands effectively pinning her to the bed. His manhood was pressed against her stomach and her eyes widened beneath the blindfold. He felt larger than Camion or Rene, though she couldn’t be sure until she could see him.

He had returned to his routine of teasing her body into frenzy, and she obligingly writhed beneath him. Each hand slid to her knees as he forced them apart and up, spreading her for him. His mouth abandoned her breast to kiss her once sweetly and chastely on the lips as his manhood slid into her slick folds.

She almost died. He was larger than Camion, and filled her in all the right ways. Once encased entirely in her, he paused and allowed her to adjust. But she barely needed the time. They were a perfect fit, and before she knew what she was doing she was making shallow thrusts against him. He took it as a sign of readiness and pulled back to plunge into her again. She was tight, and every shock of pleasure made her channel spasm around him. It took him a moment to get used to the sensation before he found his rhythm again, bringing himself almost out of her before burrowing back in.

Each deep thrust tore a cry or a whimper from her lips, and her hips undulated beneath him in time to his thrusts. Her trapped hands grasped and clawed at the sheets in desperate need.

It seemed to go on forever. He would bring her to the edge with strong strokes angled to brush over and over and over that spot inside of her, a hand flickering over her clit from time to time, and always the feeling of his long hard heat digging and plowing and pushing into her. He would draw back before the final leap towards release, making her sob in frustration until he began his torture anew.

“Ple-ease,” she choked out finally, unable to take anymore.

That dark masculine chuckle again before he obliged her, biting her nipple sharply as his fingers pressed against her clit and his cock stroked her spot. She wailed wantonly, muscles tightening and spasming, her orgasm blacking out her vision and everything else as it tore through her like lightning.

When she came out of it, he was collapsed on top of her, sucking in lung full’s of air. When he realized he was crushing her he shakily pushed himself over until he was laying beside her.

Nothing was holding her down anymore, but her legs had turned to jelly and Jess was sure she wouldn’t be able to move for a year or two.

When he had caught his breath he began nuzzling her neck again and she wanted the blindfold off so he could see her shocked expression. His body wrapped around hers again and she wanted to sob when she felt him hard and ready again against her hip.

He held her there for a moment, recovering and basking in the glory of their passionate act. His hands ran up and down her sides and back, yet another gesture of assurance, as if he didn’t want her to startle. Finally, his kissed the back of her neck and withdrew from the bed momentarily.

Wearily, Jess tried to push herself into a sitting position but fell onto her side when the bed dipped on either side of her and threw her off balance. Her stomach clenched; apparently his brother had joined him. They were whispering over her in language she didn’t understand, but by the tone, they weren’t threatening.

A pair of hands she hadn’t felt yet brushed delicately over her back. She could feel long, bony fingers whose soft tips ghosted over every inch of her back. They made her think of him as a master artist; he could play her body like a violin, paint a million pictures on her skin. His earlier impatience had disappeared and he took his time exploring her. His hands left her back and traveled around to play with her breasts.

The first man was lying close to them but didn’t touch her yet, letting his brother have a chance. The second man’s mouth closed on her neck and her thoughts flew back to him. He was slowly pushing her over onto her stomach with her hands trapped between their bodies. Gently he bit her and she twisted her head to the side to allow him access. He laid himself atop her, mouth still working hungrily at her neck, and she felt his cock against her ass.

Apparently size ran in the family.

Those delicate artists’ hands trailed to her hips and in one fluid motion hauled her hips up and forced her legs apart with one of his powerful thighs. With his body pressed against hers, she could tell his body was thinner than the first man; she distantly could imagine he had once been a very gangly teenager.

His mouth disengaged from her neck and she felt his hand between her legs, spreading her nether lips and dragging through her juices. A second later his fingers were at her back entrance, coating the tight ring of muscles and stretching them. She squirmed, not sure she wanted him there, but she didn’t have much choice in the matter. He pressed the tip of his manhood against her back entrance and slowly he began to enter her.

A sigh escaped her lips as he pressed forward sheathing himself in her. When finally he was in her, she experienced that perfect fullness again. Her cunt felt empty now, though, and she wanted so badly for something to fill it that she wanted to scream.

He didn’t give her time to adjust or revel in the fullness before he drew back and began thrusting. Pressed to the mattress by his movements, she could only feel and moan and listen to his hissed comments to his brother about how tight she was.

After only a few brief moments she felt him still until finally he rolled them both. It was a feat of grace and agility and never once did his manhood leave her body.

Now she sat in his lap, the position driving him deeper into her. The first pair of hands surged up and captured her breasts as the first man’s mouth pressed against hers and she felt a tongue flicker out to trace her lips.

Resigned to the entire experience, she parted her lips, letting him plunder her mouth while below his cock nudged at her opening.

The second man held her perfectly still as the first guided himself into her. Jess couldn’t help the inarticulate sounds that flowed out of her when she felt herself completely filled. Together they stretched her almost painfully. It was wonderful. It couldn’t have gotten better. But it did, they began moving.

She was being pushed and pulled, filled up and emptied with their thrusts, timed to meet and crash into each other, her body being the site of the clashes, caught between the two men. Hands grabbed and scratched and feathered along her skin, sparing no inch of flesh. Teeth returned to her shoulder, and a mouth crashed down upon hers. She hung, unable to move between them, wracked by the sensations tearing through her, knowing her orgasm was rushing to her like a tidal wave.

It hit when someone began nibbling her earlobe and a skilled finger pressed against her clit. She screamed for what seemed to be an hour. She screamed until she felt her throat go raw. They didn’t stop her or tell her to be quiet, so when the second orgasm ripped through her over-sensitive body, she let out another howl to the ceiling.

She was near unconsciousness when she realized both men ad stopped moving, still buried within her, filling her entirely. She raised her head from the chest she had collapsed against and was about to ask why they had stopped when the distinct sound of a door closing reached her ears. She turned to the sound, though she couldn’t see a thing. Despite their vigorous actions, the blindfold had stubbornly stayed in place.

Footfalls neared the bed, and the man in front of her chuckled before saying something in yet another language she didn’t know. There was no response from the newcomer, but a hand touched her check and tilted her head back.

“We didn’t hurt her, and, well, you couldn’t expect us to pass this up,” said the man behind her.

Lips closed over hers and Jess froze in shock. The plying mouth working over hers felt familiar, horribly familiar, and she couldn’t help a moment later when she leaned into it and returned the kiss. Beneath the blindfold, Jess couldn’t help but close her eyes, even if it made no difference; it just felt right. A hand tangled through her hair and the blindfold fell away.

The lips left hers and she felt sad at their loss. She kept her eyes shut for just a second longer before raising them to meet Kateri’s lust clouded blue eyes from bare inches apart.

Blinking quickly, Jess stared at her mistress, confusion washing over her. Kateri stood and drew back a step from the bed. Her eyes flicked to the man pressed to the front of Jess. Slowly, Jess followed her gaze and met the dark blue eyes of one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. Long black hair fell around a strong jawed, pale face. High cheekbones saved him from being over masculine and in the slanted light of the room she looked like a fallen angel. Staring into that smiling face she felt like she ought to know it; it was familiar, like someone she had once known. She looked back to Kateri for any clue to the man’s identity. She received her clue in the obvious love in Kateri’s eyes as she watched the man watch Jess. With a new feeling strongly resembling horror she returned her gaze to the man, who patiently and kindly watched the realization dawn in her eyes.

She blinked at him, making sure she wasn’t imagining the face before her. Emperor Surin just calmly blinked back at her.

“Hurry, brother….” Her mind echoed back to her and she almost didn’t need to turn around to confirm that it was Emperor Cale at her back. He was smiling too, but his eyes darted continuously from Jess to Kateri at back.

Finally Jess felt her eyes seek out Kateri again. The Empress stood at the end of the bed with her hands in the pockets of her pants, watching her favorite slave sandwiched between her two husbands. Surin’s cock twitched within her and nearly jumped. The two men were growing impatient; after all, they were still hard and buried in her body. She blushed at the thought, and seeing that brought a kind laugh from Surin.

This time it was slower, they took their time building the heated pace that eventually brought them all crying out together. When they withdrew, Surin paused to slash the ropes holding her arms and the two emperors made sure Jess was safely and comfortably arranged on a bed of pillows before they rose off the bed to greet their wife and Empress. They muttered soft greetings to her and the last thing saw before blissful oblivion took her was the three of them wrapped in each other’s arms, watching her.

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“Oh, Kat, what have you been up to since we left?” Surin asked the woman snuggled in his arms. The three of them still stood near the bed where Jess slept. They were lazily watching her, enjoying the feel of being in one another’s embrace again.

“Well, she is cute,” Kateri pouted. “You couldn’t even resist her, can you blame me then?”

“No, love, I agree, she is beautiful.”

“I wish you would have told me you were stealing her, she doesn’t always respond to new situations well.”

“She seemed to do well with us,” Cale chuckled behind her.

“So she did.”

“Aw, don’t be sore at us, love,” Surin pleaded.

“I’m not. Besides, she isn’t the only one who is irresistible around here.”

The men laughed at her teasing comment, still fixed on the girl laid out on the bed.

“Shall we adjourn to somewhere a little more vacant?” Surin whispered against her neck.

Kateri had to resist the shudder than wanted to run down her spine.

It was good to have them home again; her boys were back from the west.

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KaS