Page 51 of Broken Triad

The cart makes my mouth water. Honeyfruits, apples, local strawberries, everything grown from the orchards we passed over on the way to the coast.

Khra moves, putting his body between me and the shore. “Prying eyes,” he says, blocking me from view.

Once they’ve brought the goods onboard, Krazak takes the helm. The bridge is raised, and he poses a striking figure, hands on the wooden steering wheel, a luxury from the previous owner who wanted to preserve an old-world feel on the modern ship, which jets off. The wake is foamy as we dance over the waves, the little town receding until the brightly painted homes are like colorful gems in the distance as we take to the endless ocean.

I recline on one of the beach chairs, the sun strengthening and making me hot. Khra sits on the one to my right. It’s well made, not groaning under his bulk, but his feet hang off the end as he kicks off his combat boots.

“You must be sweltering in that,” I say, motioning to his black robes as I take off my own shoes, wiggling my toes in the sun.

Khra gives me a smile, then undoes the belt of his robe, carefully placing the hilt of his Orb-Blade beside him on the chair, always within easy reach, and pulls his robe off.

“Oh!” I say, as he puts it to the side, sitting naked and unbothered with the sun gleaming over his muscled perfection. Gods, but he’s handsome, his body all hard lines and chiseled abs. His cock is thick even when flaccid, this big, perfect thing that rests against his thigh.

“Why is it, that humans are so ashamed of their nudity?”

I blink. “I…I don’t know. I guess I just don’t like the way men look at me.”

“No man would dare look at you with me by your side, not even if you were as naked as the day you were born.”

“I like that,” I say. I look at him longingly. It would feel so good to be nude in the sun, but somehow, I’m embarrassed. It’s so different than in the cave, or when they take me. Somehow, in the context of sex, nudity feels more normal. “It won’t…drive you crazy? I know about your species.”

“You always drive me crazy, Lola,” says Khra, his voice getting growly and possessive, and his cock twitches ever so slightly, coming alive. His eyes are all over me, and I love it. I pull my shirt off, then my bra, and strip down to nothing, putting my clothes in a pile to my left as the sun bathes my naked body and a cool wind makes my nipples pebble.

“Good thing there’s nothing to hit, out here in the ocean. Krazak’s not watching where he’s going,” chuckles Khra, and I look up. Krazak has his hands on the wheel, but he’s staring down at me, licking his lips. I shiver, but I like his gaze.

The catamaran feels sturdy and stable, with two stories, a small raised bridge above the main deck. Bolden comes out of the main deck with a platter laden with grapes, strawberries, and other fruits I haven’t eaten in years, fresh from the harvest.

“I’m used to being the one bringing fruits,” I say, remembering all the long days of work, catering to the nobleman’s every whim.

“You will never serve an unworthy man again,” growls Bolden, putting the platter down on a little table and stripping without hesitation, the hilt of his unactivated Orb-Blade on his black robes. He’s beefier than Khra, broader, this big beast, and the blackened brand on his chest no longer looks out of place or wrong. These men may serve the War-God, but they have an honor of their own. I had been expecting them to lose all interest in me after we were not Mated together, but instead, they’ve only become more protective, more possessive, more whole.

Khra sits up, dragging his deck chair in front of me, and gently grabs my foot, massaging it as I lie back in the sun. Bolden pulls the other chair next to me from the left, sitting up. I reach for a strawberry, but he grabs my hand firmly at the wrist, and with his other hand, takes a strawberry and puts it to my mouth. I bite down, my lips brushing against his huge finger as the sweet taste fills my mouth, and I moan in bliss.

“That’s so good,” I say, as Khra rubs his hands up my calf, his fingers expert as he massages me.

“The fruit, or the massage?” asks Khra.

“Both,” I say, with a happy smile, as Bolden releases my hand and plucks a grape from the bunch, feeding it to me as I lie back. “I feel like a queen.”

“You are,” says Bolden, his voice rumbly and deep, making a shiver run up my spine as Khra lifts my leg and kisses my calf, then leans in, slowly kissing his way up my leg. He gets up and kneels in front of me, kissing me up my thigh, making my pussy tingle with need.

Krazak feeds me grapes as Khra slowly runs his tongue over the inside of my leg, closer and closer to my slit, unrushed, enjoying my body in the sun. Then he grabs my legs and opens me. I’m glistening wet, loving how firm his fingers are, the way his huge hands can practically wrap around my thighs as he pauses in front of me, his nostrils flaring. To my left, Bolden’s cock is surging up, this huge, dangerous thing, veiny and thick, but he resists his desires, using a knife to cut a long piece of pineapple and bringing it to my lips as Khra kisses my clit.

It sends a rush of pleasure through me.

Bolden stands to his full height, huge and towering, and goes behind me, running his hands up my stomach gently, then grabbing my breasts, wrapping his huge hands around them and squeezing as Khra laps at my nectar, sending rushes of pleasure through me. Bolden reaches down, fiddling with the chair for a moment, then it reclines backwards more, and I’m sitting with my head level with his cock. He drops it on me, his huge balls on my forehead, his dick blocking the sun, and I breathe in his sweaty, masculine musk as the sun beats down on my body. He runs his hands over my throat, his fingers gentle, as his cockhead drips Aurelian pre-cum. I open my mouth, tasting it, and Gods but it’s even better than the first time, as if I’m becoming addicted to it, and he slowly slides his dick into my mouth, working it into my throat as he pinches and plays with my nipples.

Khra’s tongue is at a furious tempo, and my moans of pleasure are nothing but muffled gags as Bolden slowly fucks my throat, sliding his dick all the way out, until only the tip of his head is touching my eager lips, then all the way in, his Aurelian pre-cum muting my gag reflex, soothing any pain or discomfort as he slides deep into me. My orgasm rushes up, this quick, insistent, lightning rush of pleasure, and suddenly I’m too sensitive, but Khra doesn’t stop. I fight to close my legs, but his huge hands keep me spread open for his pleasure as he feasts on my arousal, addicted to the taste of my slit as I cum too hard on his tongue.

Finally he pulls his mouth from me and squats in front of the chair, one leg on either side, and presses his cock deep inside me, stretching me open in one powerful, deep thrust. The two men share a mind, their bodies pumping in unison, taking my throat and my cunt, hard, deep, rhythmic thrusts that drive me wild. My legs are quivering from my orgasm but Khra keeps me spread wide open, his hands on my thighs as he fucks me, deeper and deeper. I cum again, my mind swirling as pleasure overwhelms me, and the two beasts roar in unison, Bolden unleashing deep into my throat as Khra fills me. I can feel his cock throbbing, the jets of Aurelian cum shooting deep inside me, and I gasp for air as Bolden finally pulls his softening cock from my mouth, groaning in pleasure as Khra smiles down at me, slowly pulling his dick from my stretched slit, and lies back down on his chair, dropping himself heavily on it with complete satisfaction.

I lick my lips, tasting salty residue. Fuck, but it’s good. Other servant girls told me that they don’t let guys do that in their mouths, but they’ve never had an Aurelian.

Bolden lays back on the chair to my left, Khra on my right, and both of them run their hands lazily over my body. There’s no words, the sun just beating down on us, sweat beading on my forehead, occasionally grabbing a juicy, moist fruit when our throats get parched.

It’s perfection. After some time, Khra dives into the ocean, his body cutting into the waves like an arrow, and swims lengths around the stopped boat. He swims back and forth, then pulls himself back on board, water dripping down his muscles.

“How long did you rent the ship for?” I ask, after an eternity. Khra’s seed slowly drips from between my legs, but it doesn’t feel gross. It just feels…right.

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