The men’s joined hands moved lower, over the front of her thighs as they kissed. She could see the curl and clash of their tongues, flashes of their strong white teeth. And then their hands pressed between her thighs, over her aching mound.
“Oh, please…”
She heard Dhatri’s low, husky laugh once more, then they both stepped back and one of them pulled her tunic over her head. Akaash fell to his knees before her, his mouth going to her belly, kissing the tender skin there. Dhatri’s hands came around from behind and cupped her breasts. She thought she might come at that very moment.
Fingers teased her nipples into two hard points while Akaash moved his mouth over her skin, kissing her, nipping gently, his tongue darting out to lick. She was pure liquid, her body hot with need. Her beasts, her sex, ached so terribly she could hardly stand it.
Akaash grabbed her hands and brought them to his chest, and she explored his smooth skin, tracing the narrow path of hair that ran down the center of his chest and belly to his navel. Moving her hands back up, she found his flat nipples, and brushed her fingertips over them until they hardened.
“He likes to have them pinched,” Dhatri said from behind her. “Watch how it makes his cock jump.”
She pressed Akaash’s nipples between her fingers, glanced down and saw the solid ridge of his erection press against the loincloth he wore.
“I want to see you,” she told him.
He sat back on his knees, his dark gaze on hers, full of hunger. Dhatri stood behind her, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing the hard nipples until she could barely hold still.
She watched as Akaash untied the leather cord at his waist, drew the loincloth off.
His cock was even more beautiful in the full light of the sun than it had been in the torchlight of the Temple. The skin was a deep gold, going darker at the swollen head. Her mouth watered.
“Dhatri,” she said, breathless with need. “I want to see you too.”
She felt Dhatri’s hands slipping up, over her shoulders, then he was standing next to Akaash.
“And so you shall, girl,” he said, smiling.
He stripped off his vest, then his pants, letting them fall over his thighs.
His cock was as hard as Akaash’s, a rigid shaft of beautiful brown skin. She reached out, then paused.
“Do you want to touch me, Nitara?” Dhatri asked.
“Yes, please.”
“Touch me, then.” Dhatri reached out to her, took her hand and folded her fingers around his rigid shaft. She heard the gasping intake of his breath, and pleasure swarmed her.
“Stroke me,” he whispered.
She moved her hand up, then slid it down.
“Ah, perfect,” he said, his head falling back.
“I love watching you do this to him,” Akaash told her. He slipped his hand between her thighs, over her wet slit, and she cried out. “Ah, beautiful. You’re so wet for us, Nitara. Tell me, are you too sore?”
“No. I want you.”
“Then spread wider for me. Yes, that’s it.”
She moved her legs apart, and Akaash leaned in, until his breath tickled the tender, shaved skin of her sex. He breathed out, warm and enticing. She looked at her hand, working on Dhatri’s cock, then to Akaash’s dark head moving closer and closer. His hands came up and grasped each of her thighs, and he planted his mouth on her cleft.
“Oh…”
His tongue darted out, licking first at the swollen lips, then burrowing between them to find the hard nub of her clitoris. His tongue was soft and rough at the same time, and when he sucked her clitoris into his hot, wet mouth, she nearly exploded.
“Akaash!”
“Hold back, Nitara. Try not to come yet.”
“I…don’t know if I can…”
“You can. Give me the pleasure of watching you like this. Seeing your juices on your pink lips. Tasting them on mine.”
He pressed a finger to her entrance, and she took a gasping breath.
“I’m going to fuck you with my hand, Nitara. I want you to hold back. And as I fuck you, I want you to stroke Dhatri harder. He likes it hard…”
Dhatri groaned.
She tightened her grasp on his cock, felt him pulse with pleasure.
“Ah, just like that…so damn good.”
Dhatri’s muscular thighs tensed, his hips arching into her fisted hand. A new wave of desire swept through her, simply seeing his pleasure.
Then Akaash was back between her thighs, his tongue darting out to flick at her clitoris as he pushed two fingers inside her.
“Oh!”
Her sex clenched, her body one long, undulating shimmer of pleasure.
“Akaash, please.”
“Please what, little beauty?”
“Let me come.”
“You must make Dhatri come first. I’ll help you. Hold his shaft tightly. Yes, exactly like that.”
Keeping his fingers buried in her sex, he turned his head and licked the tip of Dhatri’s dark cock. Pleasure stabbed through her once more, simply watching him do it.
“Ah, you two torture me,” Dhatri said, his voice rough as gravel.
His hands went into Akaash’s hair. And Akaash went to work with his mouth, the lush lips closing over the head of Dhatri’s cock, his mouth sucking him deep, until she could feel his lips on her hand. She squeezed Dhatri’s cock harder, moving up and down the slightest bit, sliding over his rock-hard flesh. And all the time Akaash’s fingers were deep inside her, thrusting, thrusting.
Dhatri pumped, into her fist, into Akaash’s mouth, and crying out, he came. She felt the hot, liquid rush, over her hand. She kept pumping even as Akaash pulled away, reached up to lace a hand behind her neck, pulling her face to his. He kissed her, and she tasted the salt of Dhatri’s come on his lips even before he opened her mouth with his tongue.
With Dhatri’s come sweet in her mouth, Akaash drove his fingers into her, his thumb pressing on her clitoris. She came, pleasure like a thousand stars going off in her head, blinding her. She was shaking, her climax pounding into her like the waves of the ocean so loud in her ears.
“Akaash! Ah…”
In moments she was lying across Dhatri’s lap on the ground, and he was spreading her thighs with gentle hands. Akaash knelt between them, held her chin in his hands.
“I will fuck you now, little beauty,” Akaash whispered, his eyes glittering.
“Yes. Please.”
He moved over her, used his fingers to spread the lips of her sex, the tip of his cock pressing against her.
“God, to see you come like that. To feel your hot little cunt. You will drive me crazy, Nitara. I need to be inside you. To come into your body.”
“Yes, do it.”
She opened her thighs wider, loving the way Dhatri’s big hands closed over hers. It was purely erotic to her, the way he held her open for his lover.
Their
lover. Akaash thrust, his cock driving deep.
There was no pain this time. Only the most exquisite pleasure. As he plunged into her, over and over, Dhatri’s hands caressing and pinching her nipples once more, the pleasure built, crested. Then she was coming again, shivering, crying out in their arms. And still Akaash went on, his breath warm in her hair, pushing pleasure ever deeper into her body.
Soon he tensed, his hips thrusting hard, bruising her. She didn’t care. All she needed was to see his face, twisted in beautiful agony as he came. To hear her name on his lips as he called out, “Nitara!”
He collapsed onto her, and she went limp in Dhatri’s lap.
They were both kissing her: Akaash’s lips on her face, her neck, Dhatri lifting her hands to lay soft kisses on her palms. She was tingling all over, sated.
“I never knew…lovers could be like this. All of us together.”
“Mmm, yes…” Akaash sighed into her neck.
“You’ve taken a third lover before...”
“Many times,” Dhatri answered. “Most often a man. Never with a woman like you.”
Nitara smiled, feeling the gentle power in being female, all the more so with these two warriors.
Her
warriors.
She felt that way. But what would it be like when they were back among their own people? Would Dhatri—or even Akaash—abandon her?
She felt fairly certain of Akaash, felt his emotions were more than gratitude for her taking part in his escape. But Dhatri she had just met. As wonderful as the sex was, would he feel any attachment to her in the long run? She already felt a connection with him, a sense of safety. But she had no Goddess to pray to, to ask for some illumination of the future. Her entire world was unsafe, uncertain, with only Akaash, and perhaps Dhatri, to anchor her to the earth.
She shivered, and Dhatri’s arms tightened around her. “Are you cold, little beauty?”
“No. I’m fine. Wonderful.”
And when Akaash kissed her she
was
wonderful, sinking into the soft sensation of his lips on hers.
She would have to accept her fate, whatever it might be. She herself had been instrumental in setting the wheels in motion. She would have to follow this journey through to the end, no matter how it might turn out. And with that realization came the understanding of her own strength, a strength she’d never recognized before. Had never had any reason to.
That was her last thought as she fell asleep in Akaash’s arms.
They had been traveling for more than three weeks, walking each morning, resting in the heat of the day, walking again into the evening. They made camp wherever they could, the men always finding the most protected spot. The desert was a wonder to Nitara: sand and rock, cactus and sagebrush. The vast yellow sky was a constant mystery to her.
Twice they had stayed at the same camp for several days, the men taking turns hunting, bringing back small game. They took her into the caves, showed her how to find mushrooms and edible mosses, how to prepare the meat, to make a fire, to cook.
Each night they laid together, a tangle of arms and legs, warm hands and wet mouths. Each day they grew closer, and she was becoming as attached to Dhatri as she was to Akaash.
They were only another day’s walk from the caves where the Mutairi lived. Nitara was growing more nervous about meeting their people, wondering if she would be accepted, how she would learn to live among them. She was intimidated by what they’d told her of their women, how they were warriors, hunters, just as the men were. Nitara was afraid their people would see her as being of no use. And that eventually, Akaash and Dhatri might, as well.
They stopped at a small clearing near the top of a hill, a flat area with a clear view of the Wasteland valley below, and a small curving overhang in the rock that would shield them from the sun and the wind.
Night fell, and Akaash built a fire. The stars came out, dazzling pinpoints of light against a black sky, the moon hanging like a disc of silver. Nitara laid across Akaash’s lap, watching the moon rise while the men talked of people and places she didn’t know. The moon watched over them, a silver eye in the night sky, and Nitara wished she could see her loving Goddess there. She raised her hand up, letting the moonlight turn it into a dark silhouette, wanting…something. Some sense of connection. That sense of knowing where she belonged she’d had her entire life, and that was now gone in the span of a few weeks.
“Nitara, what is it?” Akaash’s voice was a warm breath in her hair.
“I’m coming to accept my place in the world. Or, my lack of place.”
“You have a place. With us.”
She turned to look at him, touched his cheek, rough now with his dark beard. “Will I, Akaash? How will I change things for you?”
“For the better.” He caught her hand, brushed a kiss across her knuckles.
She turned to Dhatri. “And for you?”
“We get along well enough, don’t you think?” He was smiling at her. He always seemed to be smiling.
“But do you feel…as if Akaash being with me takes him away from you?”
”Why should I? He’s still here. I don’t see it as anything being taken away. With you, we are multiplied. Love is multiplied. There are no limits to it.” He laid a hand on her stomach. “And if we’re lucky, maybe we truly will be multiplied.”
She smiled then. “You’ve just given back to me my place in the world, Dhatri.”
“It’s true,” Akaash said. “You can bring children to the earth no matter where you are. And if you can bear children, you’ll be valued by the Mutairi above anything else. You’ll be a gift to our clan. And maybe the only reason why I’ll be welcomed back, after the dishonor of allowing myself to be captured.”
“Then you must try again to impregnate me,” she said with a grin. “As often as possible. And if you both try, it will be all the more likely.”
Dhatri made a grab for her, pulling her out of Akaash’s lap and into his own. “We can try right now.”
She went willingly into his embrace.
Dhatri pressed his lips to hers, and she laughed as Akaash pulled her away, setting her on the ground before tackling his lover with a growl. She watched as the two men wrestled, muscles flexing, one on top, then the other as they rolled on the ground.
In moments there was more to it than humor. Dhatri grasped Akaash’s face and kissed him hard. Akaash yanked the fastenings of Dhatri’s leather pants open, yanked them down over his long legs. When she saw Dhatri’s erect cock, her sex began a low pulse beat of desire. Dhatri turned Akaash over onto his back, straddling him and pulling his loincloth off. Akaash was as hard as his lover, and as Dhatri knelt over him, his hips arching, their rigid shafts came together, the swollen heads rubbing against each other.
They were wrestling, taking turns pinning each other down, thrusting their cocks at one another, their hipbones crashing, their hands rough. Akaash was on top, and he leaned down and bared his teeth, then sank them into Dhatri’s throat. Dhatri groaned in pain and pleasure.
Akaash called to Nitara, “Come to me.”
She crawled over to him, and he held one hand to her lips, holding Dhatri down with the weight of his body. “Take my fingers into your mouth, make them wet.”
She sucked on his fingers, swirled her tongue over the tips. Then he withdrew.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Dhatri,” Akaash said, eyes gleaming, cock rigid.
“Ah, yes…”
Akaash drew Dhatri’s legs over his thighs, kneeling up, and his hand slipped down between Dhatri’s muscular buttocks, and in between them. Another rush of desire poured through Nitara’s body. She watched Dhatri’s face as Akaash pushed one fingertip into his anus, then another. They were both hard as stone.