it as the liquid warmed her—then yelped, surprised, when Garon suddenly flipped her to her back on the bed and rammed his own hard rod inside her. “Oh!” she sobbed at the shocking delight, immediately reminded that he was bigger than his friend.
Thrust, thrust, thrust —each came rough and demanding, but she met them fiercely, feeling as wild as he suddenly seemed. “Ah Ares,” he moaned, and Laela knew instinctively that he was coming now, too. She lay beneath him, legs spread as wide as possible for him as he spilled his seed inside her.
When he finally went still, quiet, collapsing gently atop her, she thought of having had both Garon and Baelor’s lovely cocks inside her pussy—and let out a joyous, trilling laugh.
Garon turned his head to meet her gaze. “Something humorous, princess?”
“I just…never knew I was such a wanton,” she admitted.
He grinned. “And now?”
“I am . I most certainly and absolutely am .”
The three chuckled over her revelation, but she noticed now that only Garon touched her—his body wrapped warmly around her, in fact. In the moment she realized the change, Baelor rose on one elbow next to her and said to them both, “I should go. I promised to meet Sima and Janya at my house before…well, before this particular opportunity arose.” He leaned in to lower a chaste kiss on Laela’s cheek, even as Garon nuzzled the other. “By now, they’ve probably forgotten me, pleasured each other and fallen asleep, but should they still be waiting for me, I wouldn’t want to deprive them,” he concluded with a wink, then eased from the bed to quietly put on his clothes and slip out the door.
Laela had enjoyed Baelor’s visit—she’d enjoyed it more than she could have conceived—yet at the same time, she was glad he was gone, pleased to share the candlelight with Garon alone.
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Lacey Alexander
They stayed quiet for a time, Laela reminiscing on all the sensations she’d experienced tonight, and thinking about the two men who had so generously delivered them.
“You said Baelor was like a brother to you,” she finally whispered, turning to look
at Garon.
His eyes were shut, but he opened them. “Yes.”
“How did that come to be?”
He hesitated slightly, looking sleepy, but answered anyway. “We met as boys, right here in the village. It was in the time just before your father came into power, before all the domains of Caralon had been united as one, so there was still war in the region.”
She’d learned about those years from Aris in their classes, but this reminded her just how recent such times were . Even in the year of her birth, Caralon had remained divided—only shortly after did her father’s armies push down the last rogue leaders to make the domain what it was today.
“I’ll never forget it,” Garon said, his voice suddenly seeming far away. “I was just a child myself when I saw another little boy come wandering into the settlement alone. I lived with my grandfather then, so I went to our hut to find him. Baelor couldn’t have been more than three or four years old, and it was difficult to get him to talk, but my grandfather slowly coaxed from him that his parents had been killed in an attack near the northern border of Caralon.”
“Virgs?” she asked fearfully. The heathen warriors of Virgland still threatened Caralon’s borders on occasion now—Maven’s husband Dane had battled them as recently as a few years ago, shortly after their marriage.
He nodded. “Slowly, we figured out that his parents had been farmers, peaceful people, but the Virgs know no peace—only killing and destruction. A caravan of other survivors had brought Baelor south, but turned him out near the village, likely because none had the means to provide for him. My grandfather took him in and though he’s seven years younger than me, we were raised as brothers.”
“Your grandfather
Thrust, thrust, thrust —each came rough and demanding, but she met them fiercely, feeling as wild as he suddenly seemed. “Ah Ares,” he moaned, and Laela knew instinctively that he was coming now, too. She lay beneath him, legs spread as wide as possible for him as he spilled his seed inside her.
When he finally went still, quiet, collapsing gently atop her, she thought of having had both Garon and Baelor’s lovely cocks inside her pussy—and let out a joyous, trilling laugh.
Garon turned his head to meet her gaze. “Something humorous, princess?”
“I just…never knew I was such a wanton,” she admitted.
He grinned. “And now?”
“I am . I most certainly and absolutely am .”
The three chuckled over her revelation, but she noticed now that only Garon touched her—his body wrapped warmly around her, in fact. In the moment she realized the change, Baelor rose on one elbow next to her and said to them both, “I should go. I promised to meet Sima and Janya at my house before…well, before this particular opportunity arose.” He leaned in to lower a chaste kiss on Laela’s cheek, even as Garon nuzzled the other. “By now, they’ve probably forgotten me, pleasured each other and fallen asleep, but should they still be waiting for me, I wouldn’t want to deprive them,” he concluded with a wink, then eased from the bed to quietly put on his clothes and slip out the door.
Laela had enjoyed Baelor’s visit—she’d enjoyed it more than she could have conceived—yet at the same time, she was glad he was gone, pleased to share the candlelight with Garon alone.
53
Lacey Alexander
They stayed quiet for a time, Laela reminiscing on all the sensations she’d experienced tonight, and thinking about the two men who had so generously delivered them.
“You said Baelor was like a brother to you,” she finally whispered, turning to look
at Garon.
His eyes were shut, but he opened them. “Yes.”
“How did that come to be?”
He hesitated slightly, looking sleepy, but answered anyway. “We met as boys, right here in the village. It was in the time just before your father came into power, before all the domains of Caralon had been united as one, so there was still war in the region.”
She’d learned about those years from Aris in their classes, but this reminded her just how recent such times were . Even in the year of her birth, Caralon had remained divided—only shortly after did her father’s armies push down the last rogue leaders to make the domain what it was today.
“I’ll never forget it,” Garon said, his voice suddenly seeming far away. “I was just a child myself when I saw another little boy come wandering into the settlement alone. I lived with my grandfather then, so I went to our hut to find him. Baelor couldn’t have been more than three or four years old, and it was difficult to get him to talk, but my grandfather slowly coaxed from him that his parents had been killed in an attack near the northern border of Caralon.”
“Virgs?” she asked fearfully. The heathen warriors of Virgland still threatened Caralon’s borders on occasion now—Maven’s husband Dane had battled them as recently as a few years ago, shortly after their marriage.
He nodded. “Slowly, we figured out that his parents had been farmers, peaceful people, but the Virgs know no peace—only killing and destruction. A caravan of other survivors had brought Baelor south, but turned him out near the village, likely because none had the means to provide for him. My grandfather took him in and though he’s seven years younger than me, we were raised as brothers.”
“Your grandfather
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