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"Uyo," Sydney responded, using the Tertian word. Her breathing quickened, her vaginal
walls inflaming at the piston sensation of their rigid cocks dragging and poking her g-spot as
they stroked in and out of her sometimes gliding against each other alternating the in and out
thrusts and sometimes in unison.
"Afiana, She'mana," Calem groaned--Magnificent wife.
He and Arjim pumped faster, finding her cadence, their hips, their bodies entwined, the
three of them moving, grinding against each other in flawless accord. Sydney's juices flowed
freely, and she moaned, her clit distended, throbbing, her vaginal muscles clamping, the pressure
low in her belly building as her orgasm began its exquisite, tormenting climb. Arjim and Calem
were right there with her--her Sh'em, their balls swelling, smashing against each other as they
drove faster and deeper within her. They clung to their woman, tasted her, breathed her in, their
hearts pounding a synchronized beat their minds and bodies merging, tripling, as they made
passionate love to the woman they could finally call wife.
"Cum, She'mana." Calem watched her face, taking in the beauty of her face, flushed with
excitement, the glaze of lust in her eyes and the sensual dance of body as it sway with them. His
gaze met Arjim's feeling the erotic waves sweeping through him, coalescing in his thoughts and
then rushing through Calem's brain, feeding the erogenous waves rippling through his body.
Calem buried his face in Sydney's hair at the top of her head, groaning, whispering,
coaxing her orgasm. She tipped her face upward and gasped a breath as she their lips met. From
behind Arjim nipped her neck. Her body stiffened, fighting for release. She felt them both
grinding against her, their cocks pushing, pulsating, her body grappling for completion, her
orgasm hovering, mounting taking her to the edge and then bursting from her womb, spiraling
through her abdomen, along her flesh and through her limbs. She came with a cry that was
muffled by Calem's mouth as he and his brethren Arjim plunged into her and withdrew, driving
harder and faster, riding through her climax as she arched and writhed between them, her
muscles seizing.
They spewed their cum into her. The exquisite explosion of raw ecstasy collided in their
minds and shot through their bodies. Even as Sydney writhed between her mates, cried out her
release, Calem and Arjim roared, their cocks pulsing through the gripping of her vaginal walls,
and they clung to her and to each other, holding her safely between them, their hearts, their souls,
three now one in the Trigon, a friendship and love, a passion so powerful and binding that
neither space nor time could rip it asunder.
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Chapter Twenty-Two
"Untie me damn it!"
"We think not, She'mana." Arjim grinned as he placed the final knot on the bonds at her
ankles.
"You lied!" Sydney groused.
"How is that, sweet Sydney?" Calem tested the snugness of the cuffs around her wrists.
Assured they were tight enough to hold her without impeding her circulation, he nodded at Arjim
indicating that he was ready.
"You said you love me."
"And we do," Calem paused and looked at her. He smiled gently. "We love you with the
passion of endless hearts in time."
"Endless hearts& " Sydney's irritation melted, her breath catching in her chest at his
amazingly beautiful words.
Bending toward her, Calem planted a tender kiss on her mouth and then turned to Arjim
and nodded. In one synchronized movement, they hoisted her up. Each settled their talon across
their shoulders so that she dangled between them.
"Oh my snapping god!" Sydney grunted at the movement and the feel of her own weight
dangling against the pull of her wrist and ankle restraints. Her irritation instantly returned.
"Well if you truly love me then you will fucking put me down and untie me damn it!"
"Ayn." Arjim answered. He licked his lips. With each of her ankles tied to the ends of
his weapon, he had an exquisite view of Sydney's pussy, still glistening between her spread open
thighs. His mouth watered to taste her once again. "This is ancient tribal tradition."
"Fuck the tribe!" Sydney snapped.
"You wish to fuck the tribe?" Arjim asked. He and Calem exchanged silent chuckles as
they carried their newly deflowered but obviously less than demure new bride down the forest
path. "You truly are a naughty wife. Perhaps we should reconsider this decision of the
divinities."
"You're not going to untie me are you?" Sydney snarled at them.
They both snickered in return.
"I believe," Calem answering this time as he glanced over his shoulder. "The answer in
your earth word would be& no."
"But I'm naked!" Sydney protested.
"You have been naked almost the entire time since crashing here, She'mana," Calem
remarked. "Why should now be of a matter?"
Sydney huffed as she stared at her bound wrists, which were tied close to the center of
Calem's talon. If she looked up, she could be peek between her arms and get a nice glimpse of
Arjim's splendid body. If she let her head hang, she had a perfect upside down view of Calem's
perfect ass& She stared appreciatively at his taught, naked backside that flexed enticingly with
his stride& He really does have a nice, firm ass& hum& He and Arjim were as naked as she was.
Lifting her head, Sydney caught Arjim's gaze. He stared at her intensely, a flirtatious
smile curving his lips, and she licked her lips unable to ignore his engaging charm. A haze of
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lust clouded her thoughts as her gaze then shifted downward to his muscular chest. She watched
his pecs flex and sighed before her eyes ambled lower to admire his taught abdomen.
Sydney's lips parted and she blew out a wisp of air. Her gaze followed the line of hair
leading toward Arjim's groin, to his shaft protruding from the tuft of hair, fully hardened before
and pointing into a downward, sexy curve, just inches from her pussy. Her libido kicked into
overdrive as she watched it bobbing up and down as he continued in his stride, and suddenly
being tied to their weapons seemed rather& arousing.
"You were saying, woman?"
The sound of Arjim's low, sensual voice pulled Sydney's eyes upward. His seductive
smile widened when he caught her gaze.
"Was I saying something?" Sydney returned.
He loosened his grip on one side of the talon and reached for her thigh, his hand
skimming along the front of it. Sydney exhaled slowly, her eyes remaining fixed to his,
watching the gold flecks sparkle brightly in his eyes as his expression filled with hunger.
"You were saying you wanted this." Arjim swung her bottom toward him, the head of his
cock poking at her opening.
Sydney groaned her approval.
Releasing the hold he had on his weapon with the remaining hand he allowed the talon to
balance on his shoulders. He grasped both of Sydney's thighs. In front, Calem's steps faltered.
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