Page 66 of Caught in the Devil’s Hand

“So how does that…? How does that position work, exactly?” she stammered, though she had started to relax. Rosuke wasn’t crowding her, and the stroke of his thumb was soothing.

“There are…several variations,” Vallen said, voice dropping.

His mind produced an image of Shumei on all fours, her body jerking back and forth as two men thrust into her. Her hair swaying, her back arched with pleasure, her mouth open and crying out. The man beneath her would massage her breasts, and the man behind her would control how fast they plunged into her. She’d hardly be able to draw breath as she writhed with ecstasy.

Half a dozen more possibilities flooded his mind. Shumei on her side, her legs tangled with theirs. Shumei on her back, one cock between her thighs and another between her lips. Shumei suspended between them. Shumei’s moans turning rough from screaming too long and too loud as they spent the whole evening touching her, tasting her, covering her with their—

The sudden rush of blood to his cock had him groping her thigh with need.

“G-Gods,” Shumei breathed, shivering. “Vallen, y-you’re…”

Shumei had spread her knees without even realizing it. Whatever Vallen had imagined had aroused him greatly. Her sex practically dripped with lust. He pressed close and rubbed her thigh. Wondering where her shyness had gone, she turned to Rosuke.

She hadn’t seen him up close yet—hadn’t been able to bring herself to look at anything but her fidgeting hands. His face was almost feminine. A soft complexion, deep-set eyes with long lashes, high cheekbones, and full, upturned lips. But the hard line of his jaw and brow ridge sharpened his features. Looking at him felt almost the same as when she’d seen Vallen for the first time. Beauty so perfect and unearthly that she couldn’t turn away.

“Did you…?” Rosuke asked, staring at Vallen.

“Yes, I invoked a binding upon her,” Vallen acknowledged, slipping his hand beneath the fold of her dress. The greed with which he dug his fingers into her thigh nearly outmatched the greed that hardened Rosuke’s delicate features.

“So I’ll be making love to both of you?” Rosuke asked, softly panting. He then nailed her with his gaze, groaning so low it was more like a growl. She pressed her back into Vallen’s chest almost by instinct, and Vallen wrapped his other arm around her waist. Rosuke moved toward her.

Shumei put her hands out, flattening them against his shoulders. “R-Rosuke?”

“I had many lovers at court. Women and men. Only once at the same time.” Inhaling deeply, he palmed her knee and eased her thighs wider.

“Ah!” She grasped his wrist. “Y-You and Vallen…?”

“No, he prefers only women, and we are friends first.” He dragged her skirt open, exposing her leg, and they both moaned when he touched her bare skin. “But the thought of making love to him through you—”

He ducked his head and took her mouth in a kiss. His lips were warm and passionate. He thumbed her chin down, opening her mouth, and then his tongue was parrying hers.

Groaning, Vallen slid his hand on her thigh up to her breast and tugged at her belt. Rosuke pulled back for a second, and she turned her head to suck in a breath of air, already hot and heavy. They were going too fast. She still had concerns that needed addressing before any clothes were removed, and they hadn’t even touched her earlier question. So she wrenched herself away, stumbling out of reach as their hands trailed after her.

“Shumei,” Vallen called with an ache in his voice. Rosuke remained silent.

“You didn’t answer me. How does that position work?” she repeated, only marginally calmer now that she wasn’t within arm’s reach. Vallen and Rosuke glanced at each other briefly, as if speaking telepathically, and Rosuke nodded.

“For Rosuke and I, the most pleasurable position has both of us inside you at the same time,” Vallen said, speaking carefully as he considered his words. “We would need time to prepare and something to ease—”

“I don’t understand. I couldn’t p-possibly take both of, of your…d-down…” she said, losing the nerve to finish her sentence.

“Usually, the second one uses your other orifice,” Rosuke explained.

“Other o-orifice?” she asked. “But that’s… That cannot be comfortable. It’s—”

“It can be…coaxed wider,” he averred, digging his fingertips into his thighs. “It’s quite pleasurable, when done well. Women enjoyed it as much as anything else we did to them.”

“Wouldn’t it be crowded? I mean, legs a-and all that,” she stuttered, mind whirling with mental images of what that might look like. Blushing like mad, she felt like the most naïve fool.

“I shall be glad to explain it to you later,” Vallen said roughly. “For now, I think we should decide on something less time-consuming.”

“Is there another position, then?” she asked.

“Yes. Rosuke between your legs, and me between your lips. But with the binding, the sensations might be too much for you to concentrate.”

Shumei recalled the first time she had taken Vallen into her mouth and the pleasure she’d felt through the binding. The memory had her pressing her knees together.

“Oh, that—that sounds nice,” she sighed, taking an unconscious step forward. Vallen blinked in surprise. “But you’re probably right.”