“Or perhaps we were pretending to be incapable so we could receive more lessons,” Diarmuid suggested. He was already hard again, both dicks swollen against my back. His hands snaked around my body to palm my breasts. “Perhaps we will show you the many things we have learned at our next training.”
I groaned with a pained grimace.
“Do not tease her, Diarmuid,” Aengus chided. “You know training is not a thing she enjoys in any cycle.”
“No, it’s not that…. It’s hurting again…. Already.”
The heat that Aengus and Diarmuid had satiated just a couple of minutes ago came screaming back.
Not a slow rebuild. Not a gentle return. It ripped through my core, as if what they’d just given me had only made my body realize how much more it needed.
I grabbed for both of them. Frantic. Already desperate. Already aching.
“More,” I gasped. “Please, I need…”
“Ssshhh…” Diarmuid said.
“We are here…” Aengus repeated. “Do you trust us?”
For absolutely no reason, I nodded without a second of hesitation.
No words passed between them. But suddenly Diarmuid was lifting my leg, crooking it over one arm and holding it aloft as Aengus guided himself into my soaked sex.
“So good,” I panted, too far gone to care how I looked.
He took my leg from Diarmuid but continued to hold it open. “You honor us,” he said, pressing a soft kiss onto my mouth.
“Breathe, Reverence,” Diarmuid murmured, pressing a soft kiss into the back of my head.
And then something else, not so soft, pushed inside me, too.
Diarmuid’s length joined Aengus’s.
Two of them….
The fullness was beyond anything I could have imagined. The stretch verged on painful as I adjusted to the double invasion.
Two of them, four male works total between them—two inside me, Aengus’s second length pulsed against my clit and Diarmuid’s second twisted into the one hole I’d never imagined being invaded.
I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. I couldn’t tell where they ended and I began.
This was the lewdest, most unholy thing that had ever happened to me. And I immediately began to come another time.
Aengus cupped my chin once more, calmly holding my gaze as I fell apart. Meanwhile, Diarmuid continued to palm my breasts, anchoring me to his chest until I was all done shattering.
“You honor us.” Aengus curled my leg over his hip.
“You honor us.” Diarmuid’s arm wrapped around my waist from behind.
Then they began to move. Together. In a rhythm that felt practiced across at least a few hundred cycles.
No more jealousy.
Dories, thank you!I whispered inside my head as a new kind of bliss began to overtake me.
The fifth orgasm built slowly this time. A deep, rolling pressure that started in my core and radiated outward until every part of me was trembling. Aengus whispered “Dorcas,”and Diarmuid whispered “Reverence,” and I came between them with a cry that echoed off the stone walls.
They followed. First Aengus, his head falling forward, his hands tightening on my hips as heat flooded me from below. Then Diarmuid, his arm crushing me into his chest, his groan vibrating through my spine.
