Trikyia heard Ailiahs’ voice echo around her. She began to crawl out of the space she’d hidden. The small cubby in a corner of the shack’s outer ledge. She was hiding, which was unlike her training, and far from who she was. But she wasn’t hiding from the danger of those that took Leiahrahwyn. She was hiding from the teeth of the predators she was sure were lurking in the woods. The animals she knew had caught her scent, and whose feral growls had kept her huddled under the ledge until she heard Ailiahs call to her.
“Here!” she called back to him. “I’m here!”
As she crawled out, Ailiahs’ hand grabbed onto hers, helping her out of the cramped space. “I heard some hungry animals out—Tythahn?” She stared quizzically at the tall figure standing beside Ailiahs.
“Hello to you, too,” said Tythahn.
“Ailiahs, you brought Tythahn? The one person that they’ll miss more than you? Great!”
Tythahn smiled at her. “You really need to work on your people skills.”
“Tythahn can track them,” Ailiahs said. “Plus, he knows the northlands better than any of the other baenthahndorse at the palace.”
“I thought you’d just pull me into your other, and whiz around looking for her,” she said.
“Whiz around?” Tythahn asked with a shake of his head. “If I have to whiz, I’d rather not have you inside of me when I do.”
“You know what I meant.”
“I’m here to help, Trikyia,” Tythahn said. “And we can’t ‘whiz’, if we’re going to track where the marauders are going. Besides that, the palace knows that you both are gone. They had Kiawyn project to both you and to Leiahrahwyn.”
Trikyia’s mind began to splinter into a million questions at once. “Does Kiawyn know where she is? If she knows, why don’t they just send a troop of soldiers out to bring her back? By the goddesses, did Kiawyn see her wounded, or dead! Is Leiah dead?” she shouted.
“Whoa,” Ailiahs said. “Can you back it up a bit? Kiawyn didn’t see anything but the night of the woods. But Leiahrahwyn is alive. She was walking with two men. Tythahn believes he knows the general direction that they’re heading.”
Tythahn gazed at her in that way that always made her feel at ease and safe. He’d always been able to look at her in that way since the first time they’d met. He knelt on the ground, pulling his mane of blond hair to the side, and making something inside of her throb. It had to be her fear of not finding Leiahrahwyn. That’s the only thing it could be, she told herself. But as Tythahn beckoned for her to come close to him, an invisible electric current pulsed between them, surprising and frightening her at the same time.
He began to draw in the dirt on the ground. “We’re here, in what is called the outer edge.” He made more marks with the stick he held in his hand to the left. “Up here is what is called—”
“Wait, wait, wait,” she said with a grin. “Let me guess. The left edge?”
“You can’t help yourself, can you?” Ailiahs said.
“It’s called Jhannah,” Tythahn said. “But just so you know, in that part of the northlands jhann means left.”
“And don’t tell me, the land to the right is called…right?” She couldn’t help the grin on her face.
Ailiahs tried to hide his smile, but shrug to her. “Close. Orthis. And guess what the word for right is in that region?”
“Orthis?” she asked. “Okay. So, where do we head?”
Tythahn continued to draw on the ground. “Ailiahs said that the men were marauders. Marauders come from the farthest northland region. They know the land like the back of their hand. Better than any baenthahndorse or northlander from that region. But I know the region, also. I know the northlands, and I can find them. They won’t harm her in any way. They won’t rape her, or beat her, Trikyia. But once they make it to the north of the northlands—here,” he said making a mark in the dirt, “they will sell her for a bride price, or for sex. From there we won’t know where she is. But we have time.”
“We have time?” she asked. “I’m not about to go strolling through the northlands like I’m sightseeing, Tythahn. I’m sure she’s frightened, and…It’s my fault! I should have been more diligent. I shouldn’t have been drinking. I…I let those men take her!”
Ailiahs shook his head. “No. It wasn’t your fault. I told Tythahn about what I smelled earlier on you. It wasn’t coming from your body. It was coming from your breath. Baenthahndorse have highly developed sense of smell. Let him smell your breath.”
“Um…” she said looking warily at Tythahn. “I just want to point out that I haven’t brushed my teeth in almost a day. But hey, go for it.”
Tythahn closed the distance between them, standing so close to her that she could feel his body heat. It surrounded her, and reminded her of how much of a man he was. He leaned in close, intent to breathe the scent of her breath into his nostrils, but when their eyes met that invisible current of electricity flared to life between them again. Trikyia met his gaze, as he slowly stepped away from her.
“Did you smell it?” Ailiahs asked.
Tythahn nodded, his gaze still pinpointed on hers. “Yes. The perfume of the hosanth plant. You were drugged. You probably thought you were drunk and only passed out. They slipped hosanth into your ale, Trikyia. This was all planned and coordinated, more than likely, with someone in the palace.”
“Son of a bitch! Who would do that? I’ll fuckin’ kill them!”
“Yes,” Tythahn breathed out. She felt his mouth on her breasts, with Ailiahs’ hands cupping them for Tythahn. How fuckin’ erotic could it get, she wondered? Very, she would see as Ailiahs began to unfasten her pants, but struggled to pull the leather pants down her wide hips. Tythahn’s hands were immediately helping Ailiahs in his struggle, making quick work to expose her body to both of them.
And as Tythahn’s lips returned to her breasts, Ailiahs’ lips and tongue continued to kiss along her hips, and then he was removing her panties, and then…He let her know how erotic things could get.
“Ailiahs seems to know where he wants things to go,” Tythahn said kissing her deeply. “So, I’m going to sit right over there, and enjoy your pleasure.”
“What? Wait…what?” she said.
“Shh,” Ailiahs said, as he gently pushed her down onto the chair behind her. “You have me for now. Enjoy.”
Yes, a voice said in her head, as she glanced over to where Tythahn was sitting across from them. Two men want to pleasure you, girl. Fuckin’ enjoy it. Tythahn smiled at her, as he removed his shirt and quickly unfastened and removed his pants. He was a resplendent specimen of a man. Muscled, ripped, and oh-so deliciously large. The word thick came to mind. But Ailiahs pulled her attention away from Tythahn’s body, as he removed his own shirt, knelt between her legs, and gazed at her with heat threatening to consume them both, while spreading her legs apart.
She gasped out loud at feeling Ailiahs’ tongue licking and delving into her pussy. Most of the men she’d slept with in the past never wanted or offered to go down on her, yet they expected her to get lockjaw from blowing them. It was nice to know that her men knew the price of admission.
Her hand was immersed in his hair, holding him to his task. As she glanced over to Tythahn, she saw him with his cock in hand, rubbing along his gloriously thick and engorged shaft with a wicked and promising smile on his face.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” said Ailiahs.
Her body ached for them both. She wanted them both. “I want Tythahn in my mouth, and you in my pussy,” she breathed out.
Ailiahs stood up and started to remove his pants, as Tythahn came to stand behind her, kissing her passionately. “The lady wants what she wants.”
It was all so new, and exciting, and erotically mind-blowing. She felt Ailiahs’ cock poised between her thighs. His heat emanating not only from his body, but she felt the heat in his cock before she felt him begin to push inside of her. It felt glorious to be filled with the throbbing meat of him. And then even as she gasped out into the room at Ailiahs’ slow and deep thrusts, she opened her mouth to receive Tythahn’s engorged dick, thick and pulsating with the promise of pleasure. It wasn’t the first time she’d taken his cock into her mouth, but this seemed more. And as he gazed down at her, she knew it was. This was no quick blow in a closet, which it was the last time. He was her husband. Maybe not officially, but in all the ways that mattered. They both were,
“Oh shit!” she exclaimed.
Baenthahndorse were larger than many men due to their race. The men were large, but then so were the women. Because of that, they only married and mated with other baenthahndorse. No human woman could handle the cock of a baenthahndorse. But she wasn’t an ordinary human. Her father was Mocmoran. Her mother was Calthafae. They were sturdy, large women meant for battle, and for bearing strong children. She’d slept with a few—okay, several—human men that had done nothing for her but tickle her clit. She learned that to have pure pleasure—intense pleasure—only a baenthahndorse could fulfill that need. And the pleasure Ailiahs was sending to each and every nerve in her pussy, had her grabbing hold of him as he rode her to ecstasy.
But she felt him pull out, and opened her eyes to see her men change places. By the goddesses, she thought, as Tythahn gazed down at her with passion-filled eyes. He held her thighs open with his large hands, as he slowly thrust his cock into her pussy, struggling to fit every inch of his thickness. They were each so different, yet so alike in their techniques. She knew Tythahn was gauging her pleasure, holding back on his own until he knew she was fulfilled. And she was. She gasped aloud, cursed between her breaths, and moaned out the intensity of each movement he made.
She turned her head to see Ailiahs standing near her head. Reaching out, she took him in her hand, running it up and down his shaft, and watching his cock grow like a new plant in fast forward. Then it was Ailiahs that moaned along with her, as she took him into her mouth. Tythahn was thrusting between her legs with maddening speed, and she knew he was close, as was she. She felt the intense warmth begin to fill her body, along with the deep tightening she knew was her orgasm begging for an escape. Ailiahs’ hands were immersed in her hair on the edge of his own release, and then it all happened at once.
Tythahn let out a primal growl, as she felt the warmth of his semen fill her. And Ailiahs sprang forth like a well-spring. She continued to pump his cock for every drop, taking it all into her mouth. She’d found early on that men loved the fact that a woman would take their jiz, and she did. But she wasn’t about to swallow. Ailiahs seemed to know that, handing her his shirt to use.