Page 51 of Tasteful Anarchy and Tangled Auras
I toss my packs onto the floor near the armoire and flop tiredly onto the four-poster bed, its mattress covered in blankets and pillows of various shades of greens and yellows. It’ll be tighter than my bed at the castle, but the three of us will fit. Bryn is immediately drawn to my bookshelf, also built into the stone of the wall. It’s packed to near overflowing with books and dried flowers, pinecones, candles, and rocks. His fingers trace the spines of the books.
I roll on the bed to track Ossy, who’s gone to the door in the exterior wall. It has a window in it, but he’s opened it to explore. It leads to a small stone patio, complete with table and chairs, a tiny firepit, and an encroaching maple tree. The Murimont ripples and eddies directly along the patio. Ossy comes back inside and raises an eyebrow, obviously referencing the sumptuousness of my rooms.
He then peeks into the bathroom and chuckles. They’ve figured out that I adore baths.
“Sorry, mate,” he says. “No bath for you.”
I grin, hop up, and open the door to the hallway. I call over one of the younger Priestesses, who is dressed in white, of course. I ask her to see if a bathing chamber is available. And to my great delight, one is. I drag Ossy and Bryn with me.
The Temple has three bathing chambers, and often Priestesses will leave the door cracked, an indication that others are welcome to join. But we enter an empty chamber and I shut the door behind us, making the myriad sweet-smelling candles flicker and dance in the airflow.
It’s equipped with a Roman hypocaust, a hollow chamber under the floor and bathing basin heated by hot air from the large wood stoves outside. This keeps the chamber warm and the water hot. The bath itself is large, probably eight feet by ten feet, tiled into the grey stone floor of the room. The interior has a built-in bench along the perimeter. I grab some scented oil and pour it in the steaming water, then start stripping.
Ossy smiles. “Pretty fancy. We’ll have to have a sauna when you visit my lands. You’ll like it.”
Bryn can’t help himself. He approaches with a simper and helps me pull off my dress. “Let me undress you, milady. I’m only a mere servant to Your Highness. Shall I trim your toenails and grovel at your feet?”
I swat him and they both chuckle. I turn and step into the bath. Ossy makes a sound of appreciation and quickly disrobes to follow me. Bryn, however, waits until I’m settled into the hot water and watching him.
He slowly pulls his linen shirt out of his breeches, showing his abs before dropping the fabric to fall back down over his six-pack. Then he starts unbuckling his various belts and blade sheaths. I watch his fingers work the buckles and tug the leather straps. Once free of those, he reaches one arm behind his back and grabs a handful of shirt to pull it over his head. My stomach flutters. I’ve always loved that move.
Bryn’s dark, intense eyes never leave mine. Ossy is also taking in the show silently, one arm around my waist, thumb stroking my skin. Bryn unbuttons his pants slowly before finally shoving them down his slender hips. His raging erection, once free, curves up against his stomach.
He steps towards the bath. “I need you, little mate.”
Ossy growls in agreement, fingers digging into my yielding flesh.
“C’mon, then. Let’s clean up so we can get dirty.” I smile at my cheesy line, expecting them to laugh. They don’t, though. Only heat fills their eyes, not humor. Their combined intensity can be a little much, sometimes.
Bryn steps into the water, lowers himself to his chin, and promptly latches onto my breast, licking and nibbling, arms wrapping around my back and pulling me half into his lap. Ossy takes the cue and slides around my body to work my other breast. I gasp; their mouths on me at the same time, the hot water.... I’m just overwhelmed. I let go of my worry about the festivities and just float, anchored by my mates. I lose track of time as they touch me, devotion evident in each caress. When Ossy scoops me up and stands, I bring myself back to the moment and look at them questioningly.
“The water steals your wetness, baby. We need you out of the bath, at least for a bit,” he smiles softly.
“Put her on her knees,” Bryn directs quietly.
Ossy carefully settles me on my knees. Then he and Bryn stand before me, hard cocks at face level.
I grin evilly. “Oh, I like this,” I murmur as I lean forwards and wrap my hand around Bryn as my mouth goes to the tip of Ossy’s cock. “This is lovely,” and I wrap my mouth around the flared head of Ossy’s big cock as I start to stroke Bryn’s. They both moan at the same time and it makes me ridiculously happy.
I could stay there all day, but Bryn’s patience is low. A few minutes of alternating my hands and mouth between them and he pulls away. “Ossy, stand in the water, on the bench, and put your cock in her mouth,” he orders and then he presses me down so I’m on my hands and knees in front of the bath.
“I’m going fuck your tight little cunt,” he growls. “And Ossy is going to fuck your warm wet mouth.”
Bryn moves behind me, and I feel a hard crack on my ass just as my mouth closes around Ossy. I whimper as he spanksme again, then I feel his fingers slide through my folds. My back arches and he chuckles. “You’re so wet, a chroí.”
Ossy grins. “That’s our good little mate.” His hand goes into my hair and his hips rock easily. “Take it baby.”
Bryn lines his cock up at my entrance and grabs my hips to hold me still. “Take us both, Adelaide.” Then he pushes his long length into me. I moan and squirm. Again, I feel so full and adored. It’s driving me wild. Bryn drives in and out of me in the solid rhythm he loves, pushing my hips down to run over that spot inside of me.
Ossy speaks as he rubs the head of his cock on my lips. “You’re ours, Adi. Our queen. Our Goddess,” and he gently presses his wide length into my mouth as I swallow him down.
As if the words push me over, I come, whimpering and clenching around their cocks. And then, as if my pleasure pushes them over, they both finish for me, inside me, and I’ve never felt more loved, more erotic, more worshiped. The word ”queen” won’t stop ringing in my head.
