Menage a Magick
Lora Leigh
Fantasy
2002 copyright Lora Leigh
FIRST PUBLISHED December 2002
CONTROL: PUBLISHER="Zumaya Publications" PUBURL=www.zumayapublications.com
The yearly Covenani Ball was in full swing. The royal palace was filled, all three ballrooms were in use, and the belle of the year was none other than Briana Sellane, third daughter to the throne of the Covenani. Not that Briana had any designs on said throne. She would have preferred to give up her chair at the Coven Council, but some things one did not do. Giving away her heritage being the first, her mother had informed her.
The annual ball for unmarried Covenani females was another. This was Briana's third year, an almost unheard of total. It was also the first year in over a millennia that the Wizards of Couldaran were in attendance. Briana cursed that particular decision. Twin Wizards now roamed the halls and the ballrooms. Brooding in looks, sexy and powerful, they completely overshadowed their human male counterparts. They would have stolen the attention of the unattached females were it not for the fact that Covenani females had no desire to lose their power and their independence in the face of such males.
It was also, to Briana's extreme displeasure, well known that the highest-ranking Wizards, the leaders of all Wizard Twins, had been attempting to court her for years. A courtship she had loudly opposed to her mother on many occasions. This night, they were at the ball as well. Their eyes followed her, watched her. Briana was uncomfortably aware of the arousal in her body from that knowledge. Her cunt pulsed, her clit ached, and visions of the sexual escapades that had been described to her over the years flitted through her mind.
Her nurse had described them as painful. Horrendous. Capable of tearing a woman in two when their cocks invaded her simultaneously. And though the thought of that possession filled her with fear, it also filled her with lust.
"The Veraga Twins are still watching you, Bri," her oldest sister and heir apparent to the Covenani throne told her with amused concern.
"I am aware of that," Briana sighed. She could feel their gazes on her, stroking her with heated looks.
She glanced at her older, beautiful sister and wished she possessed a tenth of Serena's bearing and poise. She could have easily handled the Wizard twins and sent them scurrying out of sight. That is, if anyone could. It would have been hard for even the most self-possessed woman to send the leaders of the vast Wizard sect running. The Veraga Wizards were immovable objects when they decided on something. And they had decided on Briana years before. It was just this year that they were permitted to make that decision publicly known.
"Mother is very much for this alliance, Bri," Serena told her quietly. "I cannot understand why, but she thinks it would be in the best interests of the Covenani to consider it."
Briana flinched. She was very well aware of her mother's opinion of this. Just as her mother should be well aware of hers by now.
"I will not submit to those two," Briana hissed. "I have heard the tales of their unnatural desires, as have you. Why would mother wish to send me to such a hellish existence?"
The question had plagued her for months now; ever since her mother's first words giving her blessing to the alliance should Briana consider it. Queen Amoria had only scoffed at the tales Briana recounted to her, but finally admitted she knew only that the Veraga Wizards had sworn on their oath that Briana would come to no harm. They did not deny, though, that she would sleep in a bed that both males would share with her. Together.
And yet, neither could Briana control the flare of lust that sang through her body each time they were near. Either separately or apart, it made no difference. Her body hungered for them.
"They have assured Mother of your future happiness and security, Briana, you can ask no more of them than that," her sister told her.
"I do not wish to hear this." Briana shook her head in denial. "I have told Mother and now I will tell you. I will not be a consort to ones such as the Veraga Twins. I do not know why the two of you will not drop this."
A delicate frown creased Serena's pale brow. Her lavender colored eyes darkened a bit with her worry. Serena was the most beautiful of the ruling house of Sellane. With her long auburn curls, milk-white skin and unusual eyes, she drew both male and female looks of approval. She was a wonderful sister as well, until she found a subject worthy of her stubbornness. As she had now.
"Briana, perhaps it would be worth considering," Serena said worriedly. "Mother is certain the rumors of any pain are unfounded, and we are being threatened by the humans outside our own province. The Seculars in particular are arming for battle. We could use the strength--"
"The Seculars have armed before." Briana shrugged, though this news worried her as well. "Say no more of this, Serena. My heart is not in this alliance you and mother would wish. I will not give in to your pleas."
Briana turned away from her sister and headed for the silence and hopefully the privacy of the gardens. She had lied to her sister, and she knew this well. Her heart beat faster when in the presence of the Wizards, her body heated and longed for them in the darkness of night, but she could not imagine giving herself heart and soul, as Couldaran males demanded.
She slipped into the velvety shadows of the night, the gardens welcoming her; the scents of blooming night flowers and the sultry heat of the darkness embracing her with tendrils of sensuality.
The thin fabric of her gown seemed confining as it stretched across her breasts and brushed over her abdomen and thighs. Her flesh demanded that she release the ties at her shoulders and allow the silken fabric to fall to her feet, but she refrained from such a move. Roaming naked through the gardens was all well and good, but only when there were no Veraga Wizards around to take advantage of such a move. Not, she figured, that clothes would do her much good against their determination.
Drago and Lasan watched Briana leave the ballroom, following her every move until she was out of sight with a sense of hunger that burned in their loins. The pure white of her gown skimmed from her full breasts to her dainty toes, outlining the curvaceous, tempting body it covered. Her power was nearing its full strength. Soon, she would come into a phase where it would be all or nothing. Were they not there to share in the surge of white-hot energy and magic absorption, then they would never forge the bond with her that was imperative between Couldaran and Covenani consorts. Wizard and Sorceress must come together at the exact time, during the peak of her energy level. That time was nearing. It showed in the glitter of her violet eyes, the restlessness of her walk and the peak hardness of her nipples whenever they neared her.
She was their natural consort. Created for them alone by the gods. They had feared it would be impossible to gauge the time of her magic fertility so well. But even so, she was wary and frightened, knowing little of their ways, and it was forbidden that they should explain it to her.
The magic of their planet, Sentmar, was steeped in mystery to most. Only a certain handful of the Wizard Twins were given the knowledge to gauge the wondrous gifts that the planet could bestow upon them. It was the energy of the gods. It flowed from the very ground they stood upon, lingered in the air, filled every cavern and flowed through every drop of water. But only a few were deemed deserving to know the secret of drawing it forth. Lasan and Drago were two of those that the all-powerful Wizard Sentinels had come to, to tutor in the ways of Sentmar magic.
One of those lessons had been the bond that tied Wizard Twins and Covenani Sorceress. Each was separate parts of the same magic. The Wizard Sentinels directed male magic, the Sorceress Matriarchs directed the female sect. If the two remained separated, then the magic that filled their planet would slowly weaken. For one was ineffective without the other. A thousand years of separation had allowed the humans in the far provinces to gain ground already. They could allow this to go on no longer. To reunite the two, the Wizard Sentinels had informed Lasan and Drago of the one Sorceress created to be their other half. A gift from the Sorceress Matriarch to the Wizard sect. That woman was Briana. The most wary and stubborn of the ruling house of Sellane.
"She's frightened," Lasan murmured to his twin as he watched Briana stalk from the crowded room.
"But receptive." There was a trace of satisfaction in Drago's voice. He burned for her, just as Lasan did. The fire threatened, on more than one occasion, to consume them and to rush the completion of their mating with her.
The fear she displayed concerned them. They marked it down, though, to fear of the unknown.
"Receptive is not always enough," Lasan warned him with an edge of worry. Drago's inclination to rush her could be their downfall if they were not extremely careful.
He could feel his brother's impatience beating at him, feeding his own. It was their curse; Wizard twins were receptive to each other in ways that most others could never understand. They were two halves of a whole, in strengths as well as weaknesses. They knew each other's hungers, dreams and desires, shared them and fought for them. And they knew the same sexual needs. Those needs had focused on Briana Sellane.
"She hungers for us as well, Lasan," Drago murmured in lustful satisfaction as he glanced over at him. "I can feel her heat whenever we are near her."
And she did burn. They were more than aware of the heat and hunger she was not yet experienced enough to hide.
"Will you go to her, or should I?" Drago asked, though they both knew the answer. They could ill afford to push her into a reckless course of action right now.
Taking a deep, control-fortifying breath, Lasan followed her. They knew that for this night, Drago's forceful personality would only frighten her further. His body was hard, his cock pounding, the blood thrumming through his veins at the thought of catching her alone in the gardens. A chance to touch her silken skin, to inhale the sweet scent that was hers alone. Perhaps to taste her, hear her throaty moans of pleasure. He had been unable to do that but once in the three years they had sought to court her. Not that Lasan was better off, but his natural patience made him the less volatile of the two.
Briana Sellane was a most difficult female to court. She had outright refused them after their first overture during a Covenani visit to the Wizards' lands. Her decision had not changed, despite repeated journeys by them to the Covenani Palace and the Queen's acceptance of their attentions to her daughter. The woman ran from them at every chance. She sneered at their desire for her and ridiculed their proposal. The time would come and soon, were she not careful, when she would not be in a position of such easy denial.
Lasan found her alone as he had hoped. Wrapped in the night, her flame red hair falling down her back, caressing her hips. Her back was to him as she stared up at the twin moons of their world. Lasan could feel the sadness of her thoughts, but not the reason for them. That sadness pricked at him and he knew Drago felt it as well. They would have her filled with happiness and laughter, not gazing into the stars as she sought answers to questions that disturbed her.
"They say it is the twin moons that decide the births of the Wizards," Lasan reflected as he moved up behind her. "Displease the gods of the moons and no twins will be born of your consort's womb."
He watched her stiffen, felt the air shimmer with her nervousness. She turned slowly, staring up at him, then beside him, then peeking around him. In confusion, Lasan glanced back, but saw nothing to explain her actions.
"Where's your shadow?" she finally asked him, her voice filled with ire.
Lasan's lips quirked in amusement as he felt Drago's snort of disgust at her words. "Drago is still entertaining the various human women your mother and sister have thrown at us since our arrival. Would you like me to call him to us? I am certain he would be more than pleased--"
"No." She shook her head quickly. "Why don't you join him? I'm sure there's enough women surrounding him for the both of you."
She spoke with insulting ease of them going to others for their satisfaction, yet Lasan saw the flare of anger in the crystalline depths of her violet eyes.
She may speak easily of it, but he knew she had no desire to see either of them falling for the attention of any of the human females who watched them with lustful, greedy gazes.
"We would prefer to surround you, dearest Briana," he told her, allowing his voice to soften with the gentleness he felt for her. "Yet you run from us at every chance."
She frowned up at him. Her fingers gripped a small fold of her dress, creasing it with her nervous movements.
"I do not wish to be a consort to you and your brother," she bit out. "What must I do to convince you of this, Lasan?"
Lasan sighed deeply. He could hear the fear in her voice and that hurt him as nothing else could. They did not want her to know fear, only happiness. The centuries the Covenani had spent away from their natural partners had instilled a growing wariness in their females that was damned near impossible to breech.
"To convince us, do not tremble when we are near, Briana," he told her, his voice soft as he moved closer to her. His hand reached out, cupping her neck, as he demanded she hold his gaze. "To convince us, do not let your nipples harden until they are nearly cutting through the cloth of your dress and do not let your eyes darken, betraying your thoughts, your curiosity."
Her breath caught. Lasan glanced down, seeing the hard tips of her nipples beneath the cloth. He wanted to groan in hunger. He wanted to pull the cloth away from those generous mounds and taste every sweet inch of skin.
"You are bewitching me." He could hear the confusion in her voice, her fear of her own responses.
"I do not bewitch you, dearest," he assured her. "You know a Wizard cannot ensnare the Covenani through magic or any other means. Especially not one their hearts, bodies and minds have chosen as a consort. Your own Sorceress Matriarch forbids it."
Beneath his palm, the blood thundered through her veins. She was aroused and fighting it with all the determination her youth could afford her. Lasan was certain it would not be enough to sustain her in this battle of desire.
"I do not wish to be your consort," she bit out roughly, jerking away from him.
Lasan sighed with weariness. His body ached with need for her. His soul clenched with the power he would give her on their joining. She did not know what she refused from him. And he could not tell her.
"Briana." Lasan fought to keep his impatience under control. His needs, Drago's needs, they beat at his brain, making control a bitter beast to master. "Choosing a consort is not a matter of just what we would wish. Do you know how difficult, how rare it is, for Wizard Twins to find their one true consort? The woman who meets both their desires and needs?"
He moved to her once again, his hands settled on her bare shoulders, his palms soaking in the warmth of her, the heat of desire and of fear. The intensity of her own needs frightened her as much as any he and Drago had.
"Do I act as though I care?" she snapped. "I am not your consort, so it makes no difference to me."
Her denial pricked a vein of impatience that Lasan did not know he possessed.
"We want to touch you, Bri," he told her, needing to make her understand. "We need to hold you, love you. You are a part of us, and you don't even realize it."
Her violet eyes flashed in the moonlight when she turned back to him. Power surged through her body, causing Lasan's cock to tighten with a desperate need to share that surge of energy with her.
"Gods, there you go with that 'we'," she flared furiously, staring at him as though he had somehow mortally offended her. "I do not want a 'we', Lasan. What about you? What do you want? What does Drago want that you don't?"
Her defiance stroked fires Lasan once thought only Drago had.
She would tempt the patience of a Wizard Sentinel, Drago cursed.
A Wizard Sentinel was the most powerful, the most revered of the ancients. Lasan clenched his jaw as he silently agreed with his brother. His body burned for her, his heart ached to see her within his castle, stretched upon the bed that had been specially made for her to share with them.
"Then I wish to touch you, Briana," he soothed her, his hand feathering over her bare arm. "It has been over a year since you have allowed me to taste your sweet kiss."
She jerked in remembrance and Lasan's body hardened. His mouth on hers, his hands holding her near as Drago's lips had feathered over her shoulders, her neck. She had been wild with need, her hips pressing against him, the plump mound of her cunt grinding hesitantly against his erection. His head lowered as he remembered her kiss, how her tongue had so shyly tangled with his. His lips met hers and he groaned out his need as she opened to him, seemingly as powerless in the grip of their lust as was he.
Desire wrapped around him. His, Drago's, Briana's. It was a heat like nothing he had known in his life, a hunger that nearly stripped his control as he jerked her tighter against him, his hands dragging her gown up her slender legs, until he could caress the smooth satin of her thighs.
"Lasan," she cried out his name as his hand curved around the hot, slick curves of her cunt. She was wet, her juices flowing along the delicate curls and leaving him hungry for the taste of her.
His finger tested the sweet, slick passage of her vagina. By the Sentinel's rod, she was tight. She gripped his finger with fire and creamy passion.
"Come to our room," he growled, his finger pressing scant inches into the wet, silken passage, his cock tightening, so hard now the ache was physical. "Please, Briana, let us show you how much we need you."
"We?" She shook her head, backing quickly away from him. "No. No 'we'. You, Lasan. Just you."
"Briana, there is no 'just' Lasan," he groaned impatiently, his body throbbing with need. "There never will be, especially not where you are concerned. We are connected, spiritually as well as mentally. You will be a consort to both of us, you know this well."
"I will be nothing to you," she bit out heatedly. "Nor to that stubborn brother of yours. I grow tired of hearing this 'we' fall from your lips. Perhaps I need to hear, just once, something that only one of you desire alone."
"Briana, you are being irrational," he bit out, fighting for patience in the face of her heated defiance.
He wanted to growl, which was something Drago was prone to, not him. He never growled. But this woman tested his resolve. His resolve, and his lusts.
"Fine, you want nothing for yourself," she frowned at him her slender brows drawing together in irritation. "What about Drago? Is there not one thing he would desire right now, that you do not?"
He clenched his teeth, fury washing over him. She wanted to push his patience? Then she would see that there was most definitely a limit to it. Especially now, when all he wanted to do was thrust his cock as deep and hard inside her tight cunt as he could get it.
"Drago wants to throw you on the grass and fuck the defiance from your body," he finally bit out. "I am beginning to agree with him. So it would appear that once again, our needs coincide."
Her eyes went wide with shock, or excitement. He wasn't certain which until her hand cracked against his cheek. Lasan controlled his grin and frowned down at her fiercely instead when the implications of her action sank in.
"Oh, gods," she whispered, her face paling as she clutched the offending hand to her breast.
"You have struck a Wizard Twin." He fought to keep the amusement from his voice and inject it instead with a foreboding tone.
Satisfaction filled him. He had never thought it would be so easy. Had he believed it would be, then he would have let Drago inflame her temper years ago.
"It was your fault." She was breathing harshly, staring up at him worriedly now. "You had no right to speak to me in such a way."
Of course he did not. He was the most patient of Wizards and should have contained his temper. But this opportunity to force the little vixen's hand was much too good to pass up.
"You had no right to strike me, Princess, no matter the provocation. The laws were created for a reason. You know this well." He had deserved the slap, he well admitted to this. But it was forbidden for any female to slap or attempt to attack a Wizard Twin, outside that of a consort. He could use it to blackmail her into a touch, a kiss--
You will not let that sorceress off so easily, Drago scoffed. I will demand a meeting with the Queen now. We can use this to our advantage.>Drago's impatience beat at Lasan with wings of lust.
It could do more to harm our cause than it could to aid it, Lasan warned him as he watched Briana's expression turn decidedly more worried.
Drago was determined. Lasan sighed heavily. He would have wished to have her another way. He would have wished her cooperation.
"What are you going to do?" she asked him faintly. He could see the fear in her eyes.
"I will not harm you, nor see you harmed," he sighed heavily, knowing Drago was now set on his goal. "But I alone did not feel the pain of your blow, Briana. Drago too felt it. He is not as understanding as I."
"No." She clutched his arm, her nails biting into his skin. "Don't let him hurt me, Lasan. He will if you don't stop him."
Lasan frowned down at her, confused by the sudden terror washing over her.
"Briana, Drago would never harm you." He shook his head, lifting his free arm until he could touch the tear that trickled down her cheek. "Why would you believe such a thing as this? He would no more harm you than would I."
She was breathing raggedly now; her violet eyes wide pools of dark fear.
"Why do you lie to me?" she cried out, jerking away from him, trembling. "What is he doing? You know." Her eyes widened further. "He's going to Mother."
Lasan caught her around her slender waist as she started to rush past him.
"No," she cried out. "Please, Lasan, don't let him do it. I will do anything. Please."
Lasan stilled, he felt Drago stop just outside the Queen's chambers.
"What would you do, Bri?" Lasan asked her, his voice soft. "Would you agree to be our consort? Willingly?"
He hated the little whimper of fear that came from her throat. Why did she fear the alliance so deeply? Lasan could make no sense of the impressions of foreboding that escaped her.
He felt Drago waiting. His brother, for all his impatience, was filled with the same confusion, the same need to understand her denial of her needs as well as theirs.
Maidenly fears? Drago wondered. Lasan didn't think so."I can't." Her own words were filled with inexpressible sorrow. "I will escape you, Lasan. You and Drago. No matter the cost. I will not agree to this alliance."
It was no surprise to Briana when the guards entered the gardens to escort her to her room with the message that her mother would call for her when she was needed. She looked back at Lasan, seeing his closed expression, his bright emerald green eyes and wanted to rage at him. He had promised she would not be harmed, but Briana knew better. She knew what Drago and Lasan would do. They would demand the joining now, and her mother would have no choice but to force Briana into it.
The law was an old one. A strict one. Due to the passions and sometimes volatile natures of certain halves of Wizard Twins, it was forbidden for any female, other than their own consorts, to strike any blow to them. A female, even a Sorceress, could be severely punished for such a crime. A public spanking was one of the older practices. Briana knew her punishment, though. Lasan and Drago now had what they wanted. An excuse to push her mother into forcing her into the alliance with them.
As she was escorted through the long hall that led to her room, she saw Drago waiting, propped casually against the wall, his dark blue eyes brooding, filled with lust as he watched her. She felt her body trembling, a shudder working up her back, heat filling her stomach, pooling in her cunt. He affected her as easily as Lasan did, despite her fear of him.
As the door to her room opened, the guards stepped aside, allowing her and then Drago as well, to enter.
"I do not want him here." She turned on the guards, her fists clenching at their closed expressions. "This is still my room. I am still the daughter of your Queen. You will have him removed immediately."
They stepped back, the door closing firmly behind them as Briana stared at the thick portal in surprise. Shock vibrated through her system. She was aware of Drago watching her silently, his big body much too close, much too dangerous.
They were taking her over. She could feel it, sense it in the deepest part of her soul. They would have their way, despite her hesitation.
"You have destroyed my life, Drago Veraga," she whispered painfully. "Even my own guards no longer heed my words, but yours instead."
He watched her broodingly, his blue eyes brilliant behind the partially lowered shield of the thick, black lashes. She could actually feel his lust. It shimmered on the air around him.
"You broke the law, not I," he reminded her, though she could have well done without the reminder.
"Such bold, strong Wizards are you and your brother," she sneered to keep her tears from falling. "What a grave offense I offered you. To dare to strike the mockery from his face in retaliation of his insult."
She wished she had a dagger. She had little else to lose and nothing to gain if she could find the courage to cut his heart from his chest. Her luck, only a cold stone was lodged there.
"You sound as though we would have you beheaded," Drago scoffed, his dark voice husky, filled with his lust despite the seriousness of the situation. "Did Lasan not tell you that you would come to no harm?"
"You intend to use this incident to force our joining," she accused him. "Aye, I consider this worse than death, you black-hearted Wizard. Had I wished the alliance then I would have agreed when first you made the offer."
She turned on him in her fury. All she saw was the cold, hard glint in his blue eyes, the savage cast of his features. For all his resemblance to Lasan, he appeared cruel, like a dark demon come to steal her soul.
"I am sorry you see it as such," he said slowly, watching her carefully. "I would have you at least find a measure of happiness in the alliance."
"Happiness," she scoffed, blinking back the tears that would fall from her eyes. "What happiness could there be? Shared among men who know no love, no tenderness? Subjected to the touch of not just one, but two, who would see to the theft of my very pride and decency?"
Fear coursed through her body.
"Where do you come up with such asinine ideas, Briana?" He had the nerve to laugh at her. "We are not demons, merely men. And it is not your pride and decency, my dear, that I have a need to possess."
Heat struck her body. It curled around her breasts, burrowed into her womb and struck her cunt with a force that left her nearly gasping. Why did he and Lasan affect her this way? Why had the gods so punished her?
She stood shaking, trembling as he approached her. He was much taller than she. His shoulders were broad, covered in the silken material of his shirt, which tucked into snug breeches. The broad length of his cock was clearly outlined beneath the material. It was thick and long, and the impression of it sent fear racing through her once again.
He stopped just shy of pressing against her heaving breasts. His hand raised, his fingers brushing over her bare shoulders. Energy crackled along her skin, making her weak in the wake of pleasure that flooded her system. His other hand gripped her waist, and slowly drew her with him as he backed gracefully to the edge of her bed.
"I do not wish this," she whispered faintly as he sat down on the end of her bed and drew her slowly between his spread thighs.
He was heat and steely hardness. His fingers gripped her arms, his thighs, powerful and heavily muscled, encased hers. He was breathing heavily now, his eyes darkening, the thick black lashes shadowing them with a sultry effect.
"Your body says differently, Briana." His hands ran up her arms, his eyes never straying from the hardened tips of her breasts.
Briana felt the pervasive weakness that overcame her body each time Drago or Lasan touched her. It infuriated her. It terrified her. Never had she known such a reaction to a man, and she couldn't bear the thought that her body would betray her in such a manner with this one.
"Do not," she whispered as he leaned forward.
His lips hovered at her breast. His face was flushed, his lips heavy with sensuality.
"I would only taste you," he groaned. "Upon my oath, neither I nor Lasan will take you until our joining night. But I must taste you, Briana. I beg you to allow that much."
"I cannot," she cried out, but her breasts were heavy, her breathing so harsh that her tender nipples, covered by the thin material of her dress, suddenly raked his lips.
Her legs weakened. She would have fallen had he not caught her against him, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her to him as his head buried between the swollen mounds. He lifted her, pulling her thighs around him as she cried out in surprise, forcing them to encase his hard hips. Her gown slid along her upper legs as he sat her upon his thighs.
His cock was wedged between her thighs now, pressing heatedly through his breeches to burn the soft lips of her cunt. Briana's hands clenched his shoulders, her nails pressing deep as she fought to hold onto her sanity now. Her vagina pulsed, spilling the slick warmth of her body over the heated length of his erection.
"What are you doing to me? You are bewitching me. You and Lasan will destroy me," she cried out, her head falling back as she felt his lips on her bare shoulder, then moving with a sensation of fire over her chest.
"I am pleasuring you," he denied her charge, his voice dark and throbbing with his sexuality. "I am showing you, Briana, why we cannot allow you to deny this alliance. I will show you why we can no longer stay away from you."
The ties at her shoulders were released, allowing the fabric to spill to her waist as Briana gasped out in mingled fear and sharp desire. Her swollen breasts were tipped with hard, pink nipples. The elongated erection of the tips mortified her, but seemed to fascinate Drago.
She shook with a fever of conflicting emotions as his head lowered to her. Then she was arching over the support of his arm at her back, her wail one of sharp, painful pleasure as his lips covered a needy nipple.
He was greedy, voracious in his hunger. He suckled at her with hard, deep pulls of his mouth, making lightning arc from her breast to her cunt as he pressed his cock harder against her. His tongue flayed the tender flesh, then curled around it, stroked it. Briana cried out, her fingers going to the overly long strands of his black hair as she gripped his head, fighting for her sanity amidst a wash of sensations so intense she felt consumed by them.
She no longer had control of her own body. Her hips bucked against the length of his cock as it pressed into her clit. She rubbed against it, her thighs clenching at the pleasure ripping through her body.
"I could live the rest of my days, and never know again such pleasure as your body brings me," Drago groaned as he dragged his lips away from her nipple, the arm at her back bringing her closer as his head raised to allow his lips to caress her cheek. "Feel how hard I am for you, Briana. How much I need you."
"You will destroy me," she cried out, though her body now had a will of its own, and begged for more of the heated touches.
"We will pleasure you, Briana," he tempted her. "It has been a millennia since the Covenani has allowed an alliance between our two races. They have had a thousand years in which to forget the pleasure their women found in the arms of our Wizards. A millennia of hopelessness and searching for our race. I will not allow it to be taken from Lasan and me as well."
Briana trembled as his lips brushed hers, staring up at him in dazed fascination as heat seared her lips, making her shudder and reach for his kiss.
"I do not wish to be shared." She was frightened of the joining. The vast unknown and rumors of pain and anguish terrified her.
"Your fears are unfounded, Briana," he sighed against her lips. She gasped as he stroked his tongue over them with a slow, moist sweep. "We are two parts of a whole, Lasan and I. We will bring you nothing but pleasure."
He gave her no time to deny his claim. His tongue parted her lips and swept into the moist confines of her mouth in a strong, bold move. Briana stiffened in shocked ecstasy. His kiss was hot, carnal, sweeping aside all thought as her nipples brushed the fine material of his shirt and he taught her a way of kissing she had never known.
He teased her tongue to mate with his, stroking it, tempting her to shyly imitate him until he taught her with gentle pulls of his mouth how to suck at the sensitive extension. She followed his lead, now mindless with the pleasure. One hand cupped her breast, his fingers tweaking at her nipple, rasping it, making her arch closer and beg for more.
"Enough," he suddenly groaned as he broke away from her. "I cannot take you now. It is not time, Briana."
He stared down at her, his eyes glittering with lust as he held her hips and pressed his cock harder against her. Briana felt her labia swell and moisture gush from her clenched vagina.
Briana fought for breath. There seemed to not be enough air in the confines of the room as she struggled for her sanity.
"Why?" she whispered. "Why can you not take me now?"
His eyes flared at the thought.
"I cannot, Briana, without Lasan present as well. Our first joining must be together. You are the heart we have gone without all the years of our lives--"
Reality splashed over her like a rush of cold water.
"No." She shook her head desperately. "You must take me separately, Drago. I will not object to the joining. I will enter into it peacefully if you will swear it to me. You will not take me together."
Fear was a demon inside her. It curled throughout her body, chilling the passion that had raged through it seconds before.
Drago stared at her in surprise.
"Is this the reason you have denied our claim these past three years?" he asked her harshly.
"You will harm me. You know you will," she bit out, fighting now to remove herself from his arms. "Do you think I have not heard the rumors, that I do not know of the women you have torn asunder?"
He let her go, but Briana saw the shock and the edge of anger that filled his expression.
"So rather than come to Lasan or me about your fears, you have instead listened to rumor?" he asked her carefully.
"The Covenani separated from your men because of the pain and torture of the mating. All Covenani know this," she bit out. "I have no desire to be a sacrifice to your unnatural desires."
His eyes narrowed and his body stiffened with his fury. Briana knew her fears pushed her now, not her desires, but she had no control over the images of savagery and violence that she had heard of for years.
Drago watched her intently, his blue eyes darkening, his face cold, angry.
"You would tempt a man to violence, woman," he growled. "I would suspect it was not the Covenani who ended associations after all, but the Couldaran who grew tired of the irrational, cutting words that fell from the honeyed lips of the women of your race."
"See, already you threaten me with harm," she charged him heatedly. "You have no rights to me when you would take me with anger."
"Take you with anger?" he bit out furiously. "When my cock is slamming into that tight little pussy of yours, then you may accuse me of such, my little sorceress. Until then, I would suggest you keep your accusations and your silly female fears to yourself. You may well find what a fool you have been if you do not do just that."
He didn't give her time to speak in retaliation. He stomped to the door and slammed out of the room with such irate male dignity that Briana felt an involuntary smile tugging at her lips. The smile was wiped away instantly, though, when the door to the secret passage to her room suddenly burst open.
Drago was admitted entrance into Queens Amoria's receiving room the instant he stepped to the wide doors. He entered with a fierce frown, his gaze going to Lasan, who he knew shared his concerns.
"We were just discussing Briana's fears, Drago," Lasan informed him. "It would seem such rumors have abounded for longer than any memories here can place."
Drago looked to the Queen, feeling his fury swell within him.
"Our woman is nearly hysterical with fear at the coming joining," he bit out. "Why were we not informed of this?"
Queen Amoria took a deep breath. Drago could see her own hesitation and concern.
"It was for this reason, King Veraga, that we did not force Briana into this alliance you have pressured us for. Had it not been for Lasan's continued vows that Briana would never be physically harmed, then I would not have allowed you anywhere near my youngest child."
The Queen's voice was soft, lyrical, but with an edge of steel running beneath it.
"The Covenani desperately need your power and your forces to halt the Seculars in their continued attack against us. But I would not sacrifice the love of my baby for any of you. I would have wished that we could have continued to allow this to be Briana's decision."
"As I stated before," Lasan spoke up. "She disregarded the rules--"
"As though it would be upheld after the offense you dealt her," Princess Serena, her voice much like her mother's, broke in. "I have watched over my sister this whole night, and may I say now you have not dealt kindly with her. She is not a Couldaran Wizard's harlot to be treated so shabbily."
The Princess' pretty face was carved into lines of fury as she now stared down at the Twins from her throne beside her mother.
"We have agreed to go along with this asinine plan of yours and Lasan's, only for the safety of my daughter and my country." Queen Amoria came slowly to her feet. "After Lasan's explanation of the joining, then I will allow the forced alliance. But should my daughter ever, and I say ever," her voice broke, her fury surging forth, "seek asylum from the two of you, then I shall place her where neither of you will ever see, speak, or touch my child ever again."
Why were we not warned by the Wizard Sentinel of these females' extreme emotions? Drago asked his brother wearily. Such displays were becoming tiring.
Perhaps he feared frightening us off. Lasan was more amused, more tolerant of the displays.
"We agree to your terms, Your Highness." Lasan bowed low in respect and indeed, he greatly admired the woman's gentle love for all her children. It was extremely rare among royalty.
"Very well." Queen Amoria drew in a deep, fortifying breath and began to speak again. Her words were halted when two guards burst furiously through the doors.
"Your Highness, Princess Briana has been taken," the youngest cried out in fear, blood oozing from a gash at his forehead.
"Taken? How?" Queen Amoria rushed from the throne towards him.
"Through the hidden passages, Highness. I fear she was taken by the Seculars. They were led by Princess Briana's nurse, Elspeth. We could not stop them." Distressed and wounded, the soldier went to his knees.
"Darren," Drago called out to his master guard, indicating his need to know where Briana had been taken.
Lasan immediately telepathed his need to the other Wizard Twins in attendance within the castle. His lips quirked into a savage snarl of satisfaction as tendrils of magic began to race along the huge fortress, invading every corridor, every hall and hidden passageway it contained.
"We found them." Lasan frowned. "A dozen males and an older female heading along the lower tunnels." He immediately ordered sorcerer warriors along the outside walls to set up an ambush.
"Let's go," Drago ordered those soldiers still in the receiving rooms with them.
They rushed from the room, giving little heed to the women who had drawn close together, using their own powers to detect and protect their own. This, Drago knew, was the reason why the Covenani so needed the Wizards back in their bloodline. Their numbers were dwindling, as was their strength. As for the Wizards, they were finding their world bleak and lonely without females who understood the tremendous responsibility their powers held.
We have seven warriors converging on the exit they're heading for, a Sashtian Wizard Twin announced as they raced through the Palace, heading for a servant's exit in the kitchen. They will come out just below the Palace walls, beneath a small rise. It's level with the beach.
>Drago and Lasan ran faster as they exited the kitchens, following the directions being received from warrior sorcerer to Wizard Twin. Fury surged through them both, winging through the psychic lines that connected the brothers. Their passion and possessiveness for Briana was all consuming. They would kill those who dared to take her from them.
They met the first warriors as they skated down the incline to the river's beach. Power surged between them and Drago knew when the sorcerers jumped back from them that their eyes glowed and sparkled with the imminent release of the violence surging through them. They could feel the power building, rising along nerve endings, surging their veins. As one they moved into place along with several other Wizard pairs as they connected with the tendrils of power that now wrapped about Briana. Covenani and Couldaran power protected her, though the Seculars were as yet unaware of it.
"We should take steps to weaken her power now," they heard a male voice growl just inside the entrance. "Take her before she awakens. With her innocence gone, her power will drain and her ability to draw from the Wizards will be destroyed."
Their superstitions that a virgin sorceress could be drained of her power by the act of rape enraged Lasan and Drago. It was not true, but such scars to a maiden's soul never healed, and for this reason alone the crime was punishable by death.
"Aye, and get our dicks cut off in the process," another bit out furiously. "We must get her across the river first. Then we will show the bitch who controls her."
Drago scanned the bank carefully. There, hidden within the shelter of a thick growth of reeds, a flatboat awaited the kidnappers. Lasan called to the water and the waves rocked the small boat, loosening it from its mooring and sending it drifting into the dangerous currents. None of the creatures would escape their wrath.
They waited, a line of six Wizards and a dozen warrior sorcerers, as the kidnappers exited the tunnel. Before the humans could turn back, a shield of magic was placed behind them, leaving them but one way to go.
They came to a shuddering stop. Drago and Lasan watched carefully as the leader drew his dagger and placed it on Briana's throat as she lay unconscious in the arms of another.
"It is the demon twins who would use her to destroy us," an aging female voice spoke with raspy hatred.
Drago turned his gaze on the woman, feeling the insanity, the mad blood lust that gripped her. This woman had cared for Briana as a child and would now see her harmed. He would have no mercy on her now.
"Kill the bitch before he can use her. Take her power," the woman demanded of the one who held the blade to Briana's pale throat.
Lasan watched the blade. His eyes centered on it, his power shifting to become the steel that would slice tender skin and the vulnerable artery. The kidnapper fought to press it closer, to do as he was bid, but the blade would not touch the tender skin. The villain's hand shook as he fought to knick her, to assure the Wizards of the threat he represented, but no matter the strength he placed behind the blade, it would not budge.
Frightened screams then filled the area as feet that once obeyed the human's commands refused to run. The one who held Briana was screaming the loudest as blue and green strands of electric energy raced around him, surrounded Briana, then lifted her from his arms. He grasped for her, but his arms were suddenly too heavy to lift. Like weights, they dragged him to the sandy ground.
All around, brilliant arcs of energy began to build as Drago watched Briana float to Lasan's arms. He choreographed each tendril, drew them together for maximum power and then gave the final order to punish those who would harm their consort. They wrapped about the necks of the humans, constricting, tightening and finally cutting off the passage of air to the desperately struggling bodies. All but one fell to the ground, their deaths coming amid harsh, gurgled growls.
The single survivor watched in horror. He wasn't as old as the others and Drago had detected his confusion, his fear when he learned that Briana would be harmed. The lad had thought the defiance of his elders would gain them the release of the shield that kept them from harvesting illegally in the forests and plains of the Covenani.
"Do you see these deaths?" Drago questioned him harshly as silence prevailed.
The youth nodded, tears washing over his face, as he was held immobile by the force of magic wrapped around him.
"The Covenani no longer stand alone. Through the joining of Wizard Twins to the royal house of Sellane, power is once again restored. You will tell your people and those who rise against us, that they no longer fight women. They will now deal with the Couldaran."
Drago's voice echoed with menacing, raw power. The youth quaked; frightened whimpers of fear issuing from his throat as he repeatedly nodded his head. The scent of terror wrapped around the young man, much as Drago knew it would have wrapped around Briana when she was first taken.
"I should kill you as well for not informing the Couldaran of this attack," he bit out, still holding the bonds of magic on the male. "You could have warned the Covenani and this would have been avoided."
"I did not know," he finally cried out. "I swear to you, Wizard, I did not know until we entered the castle. We were supposed to be here to steal food alone. Our families starve, my mother and sisters are ill. I wanted only the food."
Drago frowned.
"There are no rumors of starvation among the humans of your land. Indeed your farms are prosperous."
"And our prosperity is stolen as taxes by the Covenani," the boy sneered. "We have nothing."
"And this is an untruth." Princess Serena stepped from behind the soldiers who had sheltered her since her arrival at the beach.
Dressed in a most un-Princess-like ensemble of leather breeches and a flowing white shirt, her long, thick auburn hair falling to her hips in riotous curls.
"This is not an untruth," the youth sobbed, tears falling from his eyes, his
body shaking with fear and fury. "My own family lost all they had stored for the
months that winter's cold prevents growth. We will starve because of the
Covenani's greed."
Serena turned to Drago. "We do not tax those of a country
that is not ours to govern, and never would we take more than any one family
could provide. Many of our own holdings are not even required to pay, for they
have not the resources," she told him, anger ringing in her soft voice. "I will
know who would take the food of these people and blame the Covenani for the
crime."
Determination wrapped around her. She would indeed find out, Drago knew.
Gesturing to several warrior sorcerers, he indicated the conquered would-be villain.
"You will escort this one to his farm along with a wagonload of provisions to see his family through the winter. You will ensure you are not seen by the humans."
And learn what demon steals from the mouths of innocents, he finished the order telepathically.
Drago nodded with a tight movement as the warriors gripped the arm of the youth. The magic trapping him was released and he collapsed against the hold of the larger men.
"Let us go. Briana will be frightened should she awaken amid the death in this place."
When Briana awoke she was lying in her own bed, Lasan on one side holding her hand gently, Drago on the other, rubbing her arm in a more than uncomfortable attempt to soothe her as she opened her eyes. For just a moment, the variances between the two men hit her. Lasan, with his careful tolerance, patience and tenderness hid the dominant, forceful side of his nature behind the easy smiles and smooth charm. Drago, on the other hand, allowed his dominant nature to be seen by the world. Forceful and commanding on the outside, he was not nearly as comfortable with the softer emotions he kept carefully hidden. They both watched her worriedly, their eyes glittered, a small shadow of something akin to fear darkening them.
In that instant she remembered. She jerked, her eyes widening as she struggled to sit up. Her mother and Serena, as well as her other sister, Marina approached the bed quickly.
"Elspeth," Briana gasped out, her gaze flying to the hidden passageway door.
"It's all right, Briana," Drago spoke with a remnant of anger. "She is here no longer. You are safe."
The memory of Elspeth's face, twisted in fury, her hazel eyes alive with hatred, was seared into her memory. It was her beloved nurse, Elspeth, who had knocked her out, after declaring her a demon. A whore for Wizard Twins. Tears filled her eyes as she stared up at Drago.
"You killed her," she whispered, knowing it was true.
For a second, pain flashed in his eyes. It was then wiped away with the cold, shuttered look she was more used to.
"Elspeth was mad, Briana," Serena spoke in defense of Drago. "She would have had you murdered rather than see you rescued."
"I know that," Briana bit out, flashing her sister an irritated look. "I was not blaming him for her death. But I can regret it."
What had happened? Briana wanted to scream out to the gods. She had loved Elspeth, had depended on her care as a child, her advice as an adult. What could have driven her beloved Ellie mad?
She pushed her fingers through her hair as she fought her tears. Nothing had been the same since Drago and Lasan's arrival. They had changed her life, taken over, made a mockery of her need for independence and free choice.
"Briana?" Marina stepped forward, her step hesitant, her dark gray eyes brooding and somber. "Elspeth has not been the same for some time now. You just did not wish to see this."
Marina had always been so quiet. To have her step forward, especially in the presence of men, was a surprise.
"Different," Briana amended. "Not mad. She was never mad."
"It is obvious she was," Briana's mother said wearily. "Come, Serena. Marina. We will let Bri rest. It has been an eventful day for her."
Briana watched as her sisters rose to leave.
"And what about these two?" she bit out, indicating the men who flanked her.
"Will you not see to their departure as well?"
Anger surged through her, she
had no desire to have Drago and Lasan present for whatever emotions would
consume her as she fought to accept Elspeth's death and her part in the
kidnapping.
Queen Amoria's slight smile was a bit mocking.
"Those two are yours now, Briana. I have approved the alliance. Come tomorrow eve the joining ceremony will be observed and you will be consort to the Veraga Twins. I believe should you wish them to leave, then you will have to order them to do so yourself."
Briana knew she shouldn't be shocked. She had known that her mother would approve the alliance rather than see her punished for striking Lasan. But she couldn't stop the hurt from surging inside her.
She watched her mother silently. She would not disgrace herself or her mother by arguing with her now that the decision had been made. But she would be damned if she would let Drago and Lasan by so easily.
"I did not do this lightly, daughter," her mother assured her, her voice soft, sad.
"Never fear, Mother," Briana whispered. "I know who I have to thank for this decision. I will resolve this matter myself."
She had been thrown to the wolves rather than given the choice of imprisonment. She trembled, wondering if imprisonment or even the public spanking could have been worse.
Briana stayed silent as her mother and sisters left the room. Her fists were clenched as she braced them on the mattress, her jaw clenched tight to keep her screams of rage inside. When the door closed behind her family, she rose to her feet.
Her lips tightened as the Twins rose as well. She turned carefully to Drago.
"I am your consort now?" she asked him with a tight smile.
"Nearly." He inclined his head in agreement.
"So I can no longer be punished for the crime of striking Lasan?" she asked him.
"You can no longer be punished," he agreed carefully.
"Drago--" Lasan's warning came too late.
Rather than the paltry slap she had delivered to Lasan's cheek, Briana now let her fist fly instead. The impact jerked Drago's head to the side. When he turned back to her, his eyes blazed with fury.
"You perverted, disgraceful bastard," she screamed, facing him with all the fury that raged inside her. "Are you so depraved that you cannot find a woman willing to surrender to your unnatural desires? That you must force one into them instead? Did I ask for your attentions? Did I beg for your touch?"
Her voice rose in volume. She ignored the flares of energy that snapped in his blue eyes now, making them glow dangerously. Wizard he may well be, but she was a Princess of the royal house of Sellane, and by the gods, he was in her house. He would not dare harm her now. And by the time the joining was completed, she feared it would no longer matter.
"You temperamental, vindictive little spitfire," he ground out. "How dare you strike me, your soon to be mate. I am your master from this day forth."
"My master?" Her eyes widened in mocking amusement. "You will never master me, you aging excuse for a dragon's last meal. Think you that you can use your male magic to bring me to my knees?"
"Uh, Briana," Lasan's amused voice broke in.
"Shut up!" Briana bit out at the same time Drago snapped the order to his brother.
"Oh, I will see you on your knees, you little witch," he bit out. "On your knees and whimpering for me as I fuck that viperous mouth of yours. Perhaps sucking my cock will give you better things to do with that poisonous tongue."
Briana flushed, but she wasn't to be outdone.
"Go ahead, if you think you're brave enough to survive the bite," she snarled.
His eyes widened.
"You wouldn't dare," he growled.
"Stick that overused cock in my mouth and see if I dare or not," she spit out at him, leaning in close, her head raised as she narrowed her eyes in warning. "You have achieved your aim of owning me, and by the gods you may destroy me with your desires, but I will not go alone. I will ensure you live a hell just as painful as my own."
Drago's brows snapped together. He stared at her for a long, brooding moment before turning his gaze to his brother.
"We have contracted a mad woman!" he yelled, throwing his hands up as he stalked to the door in fury. "Deal with that viperous bitch before I stuff a damned gag in her mouth. I will listen to her ignorance no longer. The Sentinel Wizard has cursed us with this match. Cursed us, I tell you."
The door slammed behind him. Filled with a sense of satisfaction, she then turned to Lasan. One down, one to go.
"Do not even try." He folded his arms across his broad chest, his eyes narrowing on her. "You forget my patience. And should you test it too far, I will not stalk from this room, I will paddle your tempting little ass for sure. You don't want me that close to your sweet little entrance yet, Briana."
She was breathing hard, the blood pumping through her veins, fury swelling through her body as she faced him. She was overly warm, energized; she would fight him if she had to.
"When Drago cools down he will know the reason for your fury, just as I do." He smiled as she frowned at him. "The time of the joining is near. Your body and your power is preparing for it, my little sorceress. In payment for your heated words to Drago, I will allow you to wait now, rather than explaining this ritual." He inclined his head, his green eyes still amused, his smile just short of gloating. "Good night to you, beloved."
He turned and walked casually, gracefully to the door. He had the last word. The last laugh. Briana growled in rage as the door closed softly behind him, reinforcing his control and his determination. Damn them all.
The joining ceremony was scheduled despite Briana's furious refusal to participate in or discuss the details.
"Briana, I will have no more of this silence," her mother commanded her firmly. "I have told you repeatedly that the rumors are false. There will be no harm to you. And I know for a fact now that you have responded quite heatedly to their advances." Briana had flushed in furious embarrassment that Drago and Lasan had dared to inform her of that. "This alliance is more than needed, as you well know. You will participate in the arrangements."
Briana agreed to whatever they suggested. No matter the suggestion her mother made, Briana nodded her acceptance, until the Queen threw her hands up in exasperation and stalked from the room. She declared her youngest child possessed by the demons of stubbornness as she made her exit. The door was locked behind her. None were willing to take the chance that she would attempt to escape as she had sworn she would do.
To ensure it, Couldaran as well as Covenani guards shadowed her every move. Drago and Lasan's magic blocked the secret door into her room, and she was well and truly trapped.
"You may as well settle down, Briana," Serena told her later, her patient voice grating at Briana's nerves. Her sister was too calm, too stately. Maybe if it were she getting ready to be the filling in a Wizard sandwich, then she would feel differently.
The thought of it made her heart race with mingled fear and heat. She remembered the first kiss, the first touch. Lasan holding her lips captive as Drago caressed her shoulders and back with gentle licks and hot kisses. Their hands roaming over her, so hot, so demanding. Lips and tongues touching her skin, the feel of their cocks, hidden beneath cloth, but hard and throbbing pressing against her.
"I can't do this," she cried out, jumping to her feet as she paced the room. "Please, Serena." She turned to her sister, pleading. "Please, just help me escape. Let me out of this, in the name of the gods. I can't go through with it."
Serena frowned in concern as Briana watched her. Fear raced through her, just as it had when they first touched her. They had stolen her mind. They would steal her soul as well.
With a growl born of desperation, she turned from her sister and resumed her pacing. There had to be a way out of this. A way to escape Drago and Lasan.
"You are over-wrought, Briana," Serena said worriedly. "Let me send for some tea and perhaps a snack before you begin preparing for the ceremony."
"Oh, gods," Briana moaned as her stomach tightened at Serena's words. "What will they do to me, Serena? Surely you know this much."
Power spilled through her in waves, as yet undeveloped, not yet centered. It glowed about her, making her tremble with this new awareness of her heritage.
"I have had enough of this," Serena bit out as she stalked to the door and
threw it open. "I require Drago and Lasan immediately," she ordered them. "They
will come to this room, or I will personally ensure that there will be no
ceremony."
"What are you doing?" Briana cried out in fear. "No. You cannot
bring them here, Serena. You cannot do this to me."
Serena turned to her, frowning fiercely. "You will settle down, Briana Sellane," she snapped. "You are a Princess, not a lowly born maiden to quake with virginal vapors. Control yourself this minute."
Briana shook, fighting her tears. She couldn't understand her body, or the snapping, electrically charged power that seemed to sizzle through her.
"They have done something to me," she whispered, wrapping her arms over her breasts as she turned from her sister. "I cannot control this, Serena, even for you."
Tears filled her eyes and fell down her cheeks despite her attempts to halt them. She did not want Drago and Lasan to see her so weak, so vulnerable. How was she to fight them when she needed to, when she could not even control herself?
"You will leave us," Lasan's voice spoke with a gentle cadence to her sister.
She felt them enter the room. Both of them. Their power was a tangible force that seemed to suck the very air from around them.
"No." She turned quickly to face them, her body shaking, her blood screaming through her body with the force of energy building inside her. "Serena. I beg of you."
"She never pleads." Serena moved to go to her, but Lasan laid his hand on her arm to stop her.
"We know well what is going on, Princess. Your mother was informed when you called us to Briana that the ceremony would be delayed until tomorrow. The joining will commence now. It can be put off no longer."
Briana froze at his words. Her eyes widened and a shudder of fear, of longing and heat convulsed her body.
"She's too frightened," Serena protested as Lasan drew her to the door. "I do
not agree with this."
Briana was barely aware of the heated debate going on
between Serena and Lasan. It was Drago who held her, his blue eyes glittering,
almost glowing within his sun-darkened face. She took a hard breath, feeling her
breasts swell, her nipples hardening alarmingly at the aroused look on his
face.
She wanted to speak, but she couldn't. Instead, she shivered despite the growing heat of the once cool room. Finally, the sounds of her sister's protests silenced and the door closed behind her retreating form. She fought against the tightness in her chest as she now faced the two brothers.
"I do not want this." But she could feel her vagina preparing itself for them. Heating, melting, the thick syrup of her juices oozing from between her now bare cunt lips. The ritual of preparing her for the joining had been rife with furious embarrassment. The denuding of her tender cunt had been accomplished through not just her furious barrage of insults, but also no small amount of blushing.
"Do you not, Briana?" Drago asked her softly as he walked to her.
His steps were careful, slow. He was tall and broad, and so completely male that the thought of taking him alone was a daunting prospect.
"Don't do this," she whispered. "I'm frightened, Drago. I need time."
His perfect lips turned up into a smile of tenderness.
"Time has ceased to be a commodity I can give you, Briana." His hand feathered the long strands of her silken hair as it fell over her breast. "Feel the power rushing through you. Lasan and I have felt this all morn. It calls to us because you are a part of us. Our consort. Created for us."
"You did this." She shook her head in confusion. "You did something to me."
"We touched you. We have kissed you and tasted the passion of your body. As the one meant for us, it was only a matter of time before your body demanded its relief."
She leaned into him. She couldn't help it. Her body craved him; the energy flowing through her blood demanded his touch.
"Just you, Drago. Please." She trembled when he picked her up in his arms. "You or Lasan. But please, not both."
Her arms went around his shoulders as she buried her face in his neck. There was a measure of relief from being in his arms, but not enough. Not yet. She whimpered with the erotic heat sizzling through her body as he bent to the bed, placing her in the middle, hovering over her as his lips caressed her cheek.
"There will be no pain," he promised her, his voice roughening with arousal. "But what is to come will be very unfamiliar and may seem frightening to you, Briana. If you will but hold onto us and trust us, then even that will ease."
The hem of her gown was raised. A warm, male hand touched her lower leg. Briana jerked, recognizing Lasan's touch instantly.
"Oh, gods," she whispered. It felt good. So good. Like warm, heated relief where her skin sizzled with pulsating need. "You will hurt me for my tirade yesterday alone." She trembled at the thought of this.
"A tirade resulting from your needs. We are here for your pleasure alone, Briana," Drago promised her. "You are our heart and our soul. Your pleasure and your happiness come above all things. Never would I punish you in pain for your words, nor your deeds."
His voice was a soothing counterpoint to the heated strokes of Lasan's hands along her leg. She gasped then as she felt the wash of his tongue over her knee. Drago's hands loosened the ties at her shoulders and gently the gown was removed. Briana kept her eyes on him, fighting the need to cover her body, to hide from their aroused gazes.
"Briana," Lasan's whispered sigh singed her body as he moved to her other side. His hand touched her along the way, leg, thigh, hip and finally rested just beneath her breasts.
"Look at me, Briana." Drago gripped her chin, turning her face to him, his eyes locking with hers.
As her gaze was snared by the glittering depths of Drago's, she felt the first heated wash of Lasan's tongue on her nipple. She cried out, her body arching as heat seared the distended tip.
"Listen to me," Drago urged her. How was she supposed to listen while her body was going crazy, being lashed by a sensual fire threatening to consume her?
"Soon, within moments, the sexual power Lasan and I wield will be released. As we touch you, see to your pleasures, that power will see to the preparation of your body. It will ease your muscles, it will turn what would be painful into a pleasure never imagined." His voice throbbed with his need; her body throbbed with the demand to receive it. "Do not be frightened, Briana. Let the magic and the pleasure consume you and all will be well."
His lips brushed hers then, Lasan's mouth covered her nipple. Drago slid his tongue past her lips in a kiss of greedy hunger that she met with voracious desperation. She screamed into it as Lasan's mouth began to suckle her with hungry intensity. Sensations rioted over and through her body. Drago and Lasan held her to the mattress when she would have arched closer, their hands working over her body, heating her further.
Their touch wasn't hesitant and gave little concession to her innocence. Their lusts were volatile, hungry and hot, and flamed Briana's as she would have never thought possible.
"More now, beloved," Drago urged her as his lips traveled down her neck, moving heatedly to her breasts.
Lasan began to move as well. Following the center of her body, his lips and tongue adventured closer to her weeping cunt. She could feel her juices moving slowly from her vagina, coating her bare cunt lips and sliding along the crease to her ass.
"I cannot bear this," she cried out, her head tossing as Drago began to caress one nipple with his teeth and tongue, the other with his hard, hot fingers.
Lasan was between her thighs now, spreading her, moving ever closer to her cunt.
"Now," Drago groaned moving back from her mere inches.
Where the strange vaporous strands of blue and green energy came from, she wasn't certain. But they were there, moving along her body as she watched in wide-eyed pleasure. They circled her breasts, and she felt a tight, heated suction that ran from her nipple to her womb.
"Watch," Drago growled when she would have closed her eyes.
Her eyes opened, following his gaze to where Lasan was lowered between her thighs. She watched his head dip, his tongue extend. His eyes locked on hers, green, brilliant to match the green bolts of energy slowly caressing the rest of her body.
"Oh, gods," she whimpered as his tongue touched her clit. It was swollen, pulsing, screaming out for relief.
Around and around it went. Not really touching the sensitive nubbin, but the pressure from the flesh around it was driving her crazy.
"Your taste pleases him, Briana," Drago whispered at her ear. "Soft and sweet. Delicate."
She couldn't halt the trembling cry that breathed past her lips. Her body shook with pleasure. From her breasts to her toes she was flayed with the most amazing sensations.
Soft caresses resulted from the energy edging over her, whisper soft, the tiny trails alternately soothed and aroused as Lasan's tongue tortured and tormented her with fiery pleasure.
"Drago. Drago, please--" She tossed her head, turning to him, needing his kiss. Needing something, anything to ease the raging hunger consuming her.
Flickers of heated warmth began to travel around her body as the curling swirls of energy continued their journey. Like stroking fingers of sensual fire, they scoured over her flesh, making her arch, then whimper in rising passion.
Lasan's tongue flickered over her clit, causing her hips to jerk, her mouth to reach desperately for Drago, attacking the heaving muscles of his chest. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair now as her tongue licked, tasted, her teeth raked. His body rose slowly, and she could do no more than follow the path the hands in her hair guided her on.
As her lips wandered desperately over the taut planes of his stomach, Lasan's mouth covered her aching clit and began a soft, seductive suckling that had her thighs tightening, the pleasure building to an unbearable level.
"Easy, Briana." Drago's voice was rough now as her cheek brushed the thick, steel hard length of his cock. "Listen to me now, Bri. I want you to open your mouth, beloved. Take me into your mouth and suck on my cock. As you do so, the energy stroking you so lovingly will prepare you further. Do this, Bri. Do this now." His voice became desperate as he moved back, aligned his cock with her lips and slowly pressed forward.
Briana was aware instantly of two things simultaneously. The length and thickness of Drago's cock was more than she could have imagined. Her lips wrapped over it, her tongue stroked and Drago's harsh, male cry filled the room. Then the energy stroking her began to probe. Her eyes flared open, rising to stare up at the lover whose cock she stroked within her mouth. He watched her, his blue eyes nearly black now.
"It will prepare you, Briana. Allow the energy to prepare you, beloved."
Lasan's tongue moved lower as the hands beneath her buttocks lifted her. It plunged heatedly into her vagina. At the same time, the energy stroked seductively through the crease of her ass, probing, tingling, warming the little hole closed so tightly to it.
"It cannot hurt you, Bri," he promised her darkly. "Give it leave to enter you, my love. Allow it to prepare you for my cock, Briana. For soon I will breach that very channel in a pleasure that will consume us all."
Lasan's tongue plunged home again, the energy pressed, stroked, then slid heatedly into the tight passage of her anus. Briana screamed in pleasure around the cock stroking past her lips. She would have fought a painful invasion, would have fought the fear and unfamiliarity of the entrance had it not seared her with sensations so extreme she had to fight for breath. It probed deep, stroked in counterpoint to Lasan's tongue, then began to stretch her passage, warming it, lashing it with agonizing pleasure.
"Yes, Bri," Drago cried out. "Yes, allow it to prepare you."
She didn't know where to move. To thrust harder against the tongue eating hungrily at her cunt or to try to move to force the curling energy to fill her more fully. She was being stretched, moistened, prepared. She could feel it, sense it.
"Now," Lasan bit out as he pulled back from her aching, dripping pussy. "I can wait no longer, Drago."
But Drago seemed beyond hearing. He was pushing his cock harder into her mouth, groaning with a passion that sounded closer to pain, urging her to suckle his erection harder, deeper, ever more. The pulsing flares of heat in her anus were growing firmer, the stretching sensation easing, pulsing, opening her further as Lasan rose between her thighs.
With a frustrated cry, Drago dragged his throbbing cock from her mouth, easing her down despite her desperate bid to enclose the erection with her lips once again. His mouth covered hers instead, his tongue driving deep as she felt the broad, hard head of Lasan's cock enter her aching cunt.
At first, she knew only the heat and hardness stretching her tender entrance, then her breath caught in her throat, her hands clenched at Drago's shoulders and she felt Lasan plunge forcefully past the small barrier of her virginity. There was only the slightest pain, then heat, a stretching fullness that had her gasping, the muscles of her cunt clenching, holding the invader tight, milking the hard flesh desperately as she felt an explosion of impending ecstasy begin to build in her body.
She was filled to nearly unbearable heights. Her body shook in the grip of the lust filling her, quaking through her with the force of a thousand shock waves. She felt her own power build, washing over her body, easing her further, driving her needs higher.
"Now, Briana," Drago cried out as he moved away from her. "Now, beloved, you see the pleasure and the power to come."
Brilliance glittered around them. Blue, green and a violet aura surrounded all their bodies as Drago helped lift her. Lasan kept his cock firmly implanted in her vagina, she was held close as Lasan lay back on the bed and drew her to his chest. His lips took hers immediately. His tongue plunged past her lips as he thrust his erection deeper, harder inside her. Her nails bit into his skin. Gods, how was she supposed to endure such pleasure?
Drago was behind her now. She felt his fingers glance the thick moisture that his energy had spread through her anus. She opened easily around his fingers. He groaned her name, moved closer. She felt the head of his cock inserting itself into the prepared entrance. Thick and hot, the broad head pressed against the rear entrance as fiery fingers of sensation tore through her body.
"Binding heart. Whispered soul," he called out to her. "Magic and strength, power and might. Heart to hearts, soul to souls. Bind forever, to create the whole."
Briana screamed as his cock slid firmly, smoothly to the hilt up her ass. Lava-hot pleasure erupted through her body, magic flared from her, from them. Then they were moving in perfect accord. One out, one in, thrusting hard and deep as their moans filled the air.
Lasan held her close to his chest, his lips at her temple as his cock filled her, thrusting heavily inside her vagina.
"So tight," he groaned with aching gentleness. "Hot and tight, Briana. Your body milks me, beloved, until I want nothing more than to fill you with my energy, my seed."
His words drove her higher, as did Drago's.
"Tight--"
"Hot--"
"Yes, beloved, take all of me--"
They drove her to the brink over and over again, and yet refused to allow her to tumble into that final chasm of agonized ecstasy. Their hands held her secure, their bodies covered her, surrounded her, their cocks, so thick and hot, filled her, stroking desperately inside vagina and anus until the rocketing sensations threatened to tear her asunder.
From deep within her Briana felt the power of her explosion building. She broke away from Lasan's kiss, her head tossing as Drago bent over her, both cocks filling her, possessing her. She was stretched, filled, pleasured as she never thought possible. She gasped for breath as her clit began to tingle. Energy circled it, suckled it, much as Lasan had. The same at her nipples, heated warmth drawing on her, mimicking the flickers of a warm, moist tongue as Lasan and Drago fucked hard and deep inside her body.
She was pulsating pleasure. From head to toe, the bone tightening ecstasy began to fill her, pump harshly through her veins, shred past muscle and cell until the conflagration began to erupt.
She would die, but she would willingly step into Death's arms as her body began to jerk, explode, and showers of exquisite heated release began to erupt around her. Above her, Drago cried out her name. Below her, Lasan gripped her hips, pounded harder inside her gripping, tightening cunt, and began to cry out as well. She felt the harsh, hot ejaculation of their seed into her body.
The pulse and throb of their cocks and the climactic explosion of her own orgasm as it ripped through her, poured out not just her release, but her magic, just as Drago and Lasan's magic poured into her as well. The spine tingling orgasm of rich fluids and soul-deep energy was like nothing Briana could have imagined existed. It heated the air with its power. Poured over them, into them, surging through their bodies like a tidal wave of epic proportions.
When it was over, Briana collapsed against Lasan's heaving chest as Drago fell to their side. Lasan turned, cradling her, wedging her against his brother as two more arms went around her. The filling in a Wizard sandwich, she thought wearily before exhaustion, mental and physical, drew her into a deep, satisfied sleep.
Briana awoke bathed in warmth from head to toe. She was tucked beneath the blankets of the bed, lying on her side, Lasan cushioning her back, Drago doing amazing things to her front. His lips feathered over her neck as her head fell back to the chest behind her. His rough, sexy growl of arousal fired her blood as quickly as the heat of his lips fired her flesh.
"Are you awake, Consort?" he asked her with an edge of sensual amusement a second before his mouth moved greedily to her breast.
"Were I not, then I soon would be," she panted, her hand going to his hair to hold him there as his tongue raked her sensitive nipple.
The blankets were pushed away from their bodies, but Briana had no need to worry about the chill of the early morning air or lack of fire in the fireplace to warm her. Drago and Lasan carried their own heat. A heat that threatened to burn her beyond anything she could have imagined.
She moaned beseechingly as Drago lapped at her nipples, then suckled one into his mouth with lazy sensuality. He looked up at her, his black hair tousled and falling over his brow in a rakish manner. His blue eyes were bold, glowing with his arousal, lit with his devotion. Devotion she could feel sinking into her soul. She was right. They had stolen a part of her, but they had replaced it with a part of themselves.
"Do we pleasure you, Consort?" Lasan asked her lazily as he stirred behind her.
His hands stroked over her buttocks, then below with lazy purpose. As she held Drago tighter to her breast, crying out at the greedy suction of his mouth, she felt two fingers sink slowly into her heated cunt.
"Yes," she cried out, her breath rushing from her chest as lightning strokes of pleasure lashed at her vagina.
As his fingers fucked into her slow and easy, Lasan began to place sleepy kisses on her shoulder as he gently pushed her hair to the side. His lips moved with drowsy sensuality over her flesh until they met her neck. There his tongue licked, his mouth suckled lightly, and he created a firestorm inside her that had her crying out in need.
They were a sexual intoxicant to a woman's tender passions. Each stroke of their firm hands and determined lips only drove her higher. Their heated words and husky sighs stroked the lustful blaze inside her cunt into an inferno there was no hope of controlling. As she screamed out her need to them, Lasan lifted her leg and Drago's cock pressed against the moist lips of her inflamed cunt. He sank in with a groan. Briana could do naught but cry out again as she felt the steely erection separate the muscles of her vagina, stretching her, filling her erotically as Lasan moved back, allowing Drago to lay her back on the bed.
"Put your legs around his hips," Lasan encouraged her as his lips moved to her nipple. "Clasp him, Briana. Make him drive deeper inside you."
She did as he bid her, crying out as Drago's cock seemed to sink deeper, filling her further. Her hips jerked at the powerful, forceful thrusts inside her cunt. Her legs tightened around him, the muscles of her vagina clutching at him, tightening as he withdrew, parting in heated welcome with his return.
Lasan moved to his knees, moving closer to her, his cock engorged and needy as he turned her head to him. Her mouth opened hungrily, enclosing the bulging head in her mouth as his body jerked against her in pleasure. His cock was hard and hot, pushing in and out of her mouth as his heated words encouraged her in her pleasure.
Husky male groans accompanied her own cries as the impending explosion of her orgasm began to build in her cunt. She could feel the tightening of her muscles, the agonizing ache of pleasure that only seemed to grow. She was flayed by sensations so intense she could only tremble beneath the onslaught and still, it stayed just out of reach.
"Easy, Briana," Drago groaned as he refused to allow her to crest that final wave. "In a moment, beloved."
His hips were driving harder against her now. His cock, hard and throbbing filled her, retreated, tortured and drove her higher with each thrust. Finally, his thrusts increased, the heat and hardness of his erection filling her faster, stronger, striking a nerve center deep inside her vagina that began to set off the explosion building inside her.
When it hit, Briana swore she had died. She lost all breath as the wellspring of incredible sensations, fire and lightning, heat and wonder seared her womb. Her stomach, her breasts, her very soul ignited as her orgasm rushed over her, spilling through her body. It released in a stunning outburst of energy, creating a violet haze that immediately flowed to Drago and Lasan, wrapping around them, sinking into them.
Drago cried out as her cunt tightened further about his thrusting cock. His hips drove his erection deep, hard, then his body tightened as his own release rushed over him. Briana saw then the wonder of mating with Wizard Twins. Not just Drago, but Lasan as well exploded in climax. The hot blasts of seed spurting in her vagina, her mouth, overwhelmed her, poured over her, fed the inferno of her own orgasm. A rush of blue and green energy poured from them as strongly as their seed erupted from their cocks. Within seconds, Briana felt that energy pouring through her, sinking into her, fusing with the well of power she carried inside her spirit.
She screamed out at the intensity of ecstasy. Her body bucked, her hands clutched at each man as her body, her very being became overwhelmed with such searing, lava heat that she could only give herself to it and rejoice in it.
The Wizard Twins were hers now and hers alone. No longer, Briana knew, would she protest the alliance they had demanded and ultimately surrendered to themselves.
The aftermath was silent. As Drago dragged his weary body back to her side, Lasan collapsed as well in the bed beside her. The blankets were hastily pulled over their cooling bodies as they tucked Briana carefully between them.
Perhaps we have tamed the little spitfire, Drago's thought was filled with satiated amusement. We will merely keep her worn from pleasure and all will go well.
>Lasan opened his eyes to stare over Briana's head at his brother's pleased expression. Why, he wondered, did he believe it would not be nearly as easy to tame their consort? If indeed, there would be any taming done. From the evidence of their courtship of her, it would appear they were the ones in danger of being tamed.
You believe this? Lasan asked him carefully.
Aye. Drago stretched lazily and closed his eyes as a victorious smile shaped his lips. You will see, Lasan. She will be as tame now as that cat you possessed as a child. Draped over one of us constantly, concerned only with our pleasure--"
>Drago slid slowly into sleep. Lasan sighed and stared down at the woman they held between them. Why did he believe it would not be nearly as easy as his brother had convinced himself?
Pottery shattered to the sound of the bedroom door slamming. A furious female voice was raised in anger, echoing about the upper halls as Briana, consort to the Veraga Twins, vented her rapidly rising fury at the departing back of Drago Veraga.
"You dirty dragon dropping," she screamed through the portal. "I'll be damned if I'll allow you to do this." Her furious outburst was accompanied by the sound of yet another shattered belonging.
Lasan rushed up the steps, knowing his consort's fury was reaching a dangerous level. Much higher, and they would once again be sleeping in their separate, lonely rooms for only the Sentinel Wizard knew how long.
"Can you not stay out of trouble?" he bit out as he met his brother just outside the room. "By the gods, Drago, I do not relish sleeping without our woman for another week, as you so obviously do."
"That woman is deranged," Drago growled, pushing his hands through his hair in extreme irritation. "She has lost what little senses she ever possessed. It was but a gods be damned request, not an order."
Anger throbbed in Drago's body, as it did in Lasan's. But where Drago's anger was centered on their consort, Lasan's was centered on him.
"Just as tame as a little kitten, is she not brother?" he sneered. "I will not join you in your punishment this time," he bit out as another enraged scream erupted from behind the door. "Does she not allow you in her bed, I will refuse to even consider requesting it of her.
He had done so the last time. He had spent a lonely week in his own bed cursing his stubborn twin and his own ignorance.
Adjusting to their consort's volatile nature was not always easy. The conflicting energies, her own and theirs, made her quick to temper, but also quick to the sexual frenzy their bodies now demanded. It was also extremely agonizing when she punished them for Drago's dominance and often ill-timed orders.
"I merely asked," Drago bit out. "I made a simple request of the woman. That is all."
"And what did you ask?" Lasan narrowed his eyes at his brother's guilty look.
Drago shrugged. "The Sashtain's are coming to dinner, as you know."
"And?" Lasan probed.
"And, they are bringing Lisette," Drago answered him, his expression hardening.
"Nooo--" Lasan groaned beseechingly. "Tell me, Drago. Tell me you did not ask our consort, the beloved mate of our hearts and souls to invite that woman to her home? Her table?"
Lasan was beside himself with worry now. Lisette was none other than the very woman Briana had found in the bed Drago and Lasan had prepared for Briana alone. Their first day home, secure in her happiness, her possession of their hearts, she had walked into her bedroom to find the blonde ex-mistress naked and waiting with several of the sexual toys that Drago and Lasan had bought for Briana.
Drago had laughed at the sight. Briana had not been amused. She seemed even less amused now.
"Kai'el and Caise are friends, nearly brothers," Drago bit out.
"Drago, you are--"
"Dragon droppings!" Briana screamed as she flung the door open.
Lasan's heart dropped, shattered, and he felt Drago's do the same. She was crying. Large tears ran down her face heedlessly, her lips appeared swollen, her pretty pert nose reddened, her beautiful violet eyes nearly black with her pain.
"Look what you did," Lasan yelled at Drago, his fist connecting with his brother's shoulder at the sight. "She cries now because of your foolishness. I should kick your ass all over this palace." And well he was prepared to do just that. He would prefer to fight his brother than lose the warmth of his woman's body next to him at night.
"Me?" Drago yelled back in astonishment. "It was a gods be damned request."
"Briana." Lasan held his arms out to her in a gesture of tenderness. "Come, beloved, do not cry. You will break my heart."
He tucked her against his chest, glaring at his brother now.
"How could he ask this of me?" she sobbed. "She was in my bed, Lasan. Mine. I did not even get to spend one night in my beautiful joining bed. She ruined it. Ruined it all."
Drago and Lasan winced. This was well true. The bed had been hauled from the palace within hours and set afire. Inside, their fire breathing consort blasted them both and barred the merry ex-mistress from ever stepping foot on the grounds in this lifetime, and the next.
"Briana, forgive me," Drago whispered, seeing that the attention his brother was getting would earn him a place in the bed that Drago may well not get to share. "I was wrong, beloved--"
"Do not even bother." She stepped away from Lasan, tossing her red hair back, her eyes blazing, her tears flowing. "I will hear none of your apologies and by the gods do you ever mention that woman's name to me again, I will see you de-manned most painfully."
And she could, too. Lasan and Drago winced.
"Stupid men," she growled, then gripped both their hands and pulled them quickly into the room.
The door slammed behind them. Before either man could blink, Briana had drawn them to the bed and was on her knees on the mattress, freeing first Lasan, then Drago's hard cocks from their breeches. Lasan wanted to scream out his pleasure when her mouth wrapped around him. Sweet mercy, but her mouth was the most beautiful caress in all the worlds. Tight and moist and so damned hot. And she did not leave him after a few loving strokes as she often did when Drago was present.
"Do not fuck this up, Drago," Lasan groaned in ever increasing ecstasy. "For the love of the gods I will kill you myself if you speak." He had clearly anticipated Drago's coming plea to Briana that she forgive him. There were times when his usually taciturn brother showed no good sense.
Then Lasan could think no more. He was distantly aware that Drago had moved behind Briana to pleasure her, to fill her precious body with his straining erection. But Lasan was past caring. Her mouth was paradise. Her soft hands were strokes of fiery pleasure. The climax building in his scrotum would send him rocketing to the arms of the Sorceress Matriarch, where all Wizards longed to go.
He heard her moaning, knew Drago was pushing her to her own orgasm. Lasan's body tightened as her suckling strokes drew him closer. His balls tightened, his cock throbbed. He felt her scream of orgasm, then felt ecstasy's death enfold him as never before. His seed exploded from the tip of his cock, bathing her mouth in his rich semen as she swallowed greedily. Then she arched, screamed, her power exploding around them, mingling with theirs and fulfilling the ultimate promise of the Sentinel Wizard and the gods.
As one. Power enfolds, enriches, draws and binds. Wizards and Sorceress, created together, three parts of the whole, live in wonder forever more.
>Marina Sellane observed the small group of human males as they carted off the wagonload of food stores that they had taken from the small house by force. There were six of them; great hulking males whose cruelty had earned them her undying hatred.
Inside the small house she could hear the wails of the mother, but there was now silence from the daughter of the house. The father was yet laying in silence in the dust of the yard. He breathed, but the bloody wound to his head would need attending.
Marina watched the wagon disappear around the bend in the road and rose hesitantly from her hidden position behind the thick, concealing foliage of a Peron bush. Its flaming red and blue tinted leaves had hidden her from the assailants to the home as she came upon it.
She arrived too late to help. But she had memorized the faces of those who had committed crime. A crime on Covenani land this time. Her eyes narrowed in fury. Her mother would have each man in that wagon beheaded for this crime.
As she started to move around the bush, she was caught suddenly from behind. The smell of an unwashed body, the feel of brute strength had fear washing over her.
"What have we here?" a coarse voice laughed, and she heard the chuckles of several others.
Marina screamed out in fury. Her body bucked against the hold as her fingers formed claws and she fought to rake the hands holding her imprisoned. Within seconds two others had joined the first. Hard hands held her, laughing voices jeered at her struggles.
She kicked out at them, twisting furiously, but she could do nothing to keep them from stripping first her large shirt from her body and then her boots and pants.
"Hell, we have us a Sorceress. An unclaimed bitch to boot." Dirty, his face and hair matted with filth, the lumbering male laughed down at her furious face when he spied the birthmark that marred her thigh.
Marina trembled with terror. Her power was still dormant and she had few defenses against the men who now held her. Fighting to concentrate for strength, she sent out a mental call for help. It would be her only chance. Perhaps if there were Covenani near, then they could reach her before the rape she knew the males intended.
"Queen Amoria will see you put to death for your crimes here," she screamed out as cruel fingers pinched her nipples and another pulled at the small curls that covered her cunt.
"She'll have to catch us first, bitch," the bearded one sneered. "But you can bet you won't be the one to tell. The three of us will fuck the life out of you before we ever leave here."
"No!" Her scream was torn from her as two of them pushed her to the ground, holding her there as the third began to release his breeches.
She struggled desperately against their hold as she fought for the power to increase the range of her call. Gods, someone had to hear her soon. Surely there was someone near.
She was so intent on a psychic scream for help that at first she was unaware that the sudden screaming around her was not her own cries for help. As she tore herself from suddenly slack hands, she rolled to her feet, jerking her shirt from the ground with every intention of running to the forest for cover.
An agonized male scream behind her had her turning. There, locked in the swirls of gold and pale blue energy, the three humans writhed in fury and pain as they fought the paralyzing force of the magic containing them.
Breathing hard, stunned by shock, Marina fought to drag her shirt over her body. The buttons eluded her, though. She clutched the front closed, watching as two Wizard Twins strode casually from the forest line.
They were dressed in leather breeches and snug tunics, with dagger and sword strapped to their hips, though neither had been unsheathed. Their dark faces were brooding, savagely cast and arrogant. They watched her with narrowed eyes, rather than watching the humans they had ensnared with their magic.
"Princess Marina, are you unharmed?" Dark and sensual the voice wrapped around her, making her breasts tingle, her womb to clench.
"I am unharmed." She nodded. "They are with those who attacked the family here and stole their stores of supplies. My mother will wish to question them." They appeared to be slowly suffocating from the force of magic enclosing them.
One of the Wizards glanced at the three. Heaving a sigh, he waved his hand. Immediately, bands of energy enclosed only the wrists and ankles of her attackers, holding them firm but allowing no escape. Then the Wizards both began a slow progression toward Marina.
Breathing hard, she watched the two warily. As they crossed her boots and breeches, the articles were lifted by an unseen force and placed within their hands. Their gazes were intense, heated. Marina's nipples hardened, her cunt heated. She didn't consider this a good thing. She backed up a step.
A small grin quirked their lips, heated arousal licked at their expressions.
"Come, Princess. Dress and we will talk." The articles were handed to her now.
"Definitely, we will talk," the other sighed, his eyes going over her bare
legs. "Tell me, are you claimed?"
Marina swallowed tightly. When a Wizard
Twin asked if you were claimed, you were in some deep dragon droppings. From the
looks on their faces, she would be lucky to make it back to the palace still a
virgin.
She sighed as though regretfully. "Aye, I must say I am." She flashed them a cheerful smile. "You know how it is, a girl can only wait on a Wizard pair for so long."
They exchanged a brooding, knowing look with each other.
"We see," the one on the left spoke, his amber eyes glittering with heat. "That is too bad, Princess. Perhaps we can convince your male to release you."
Marina stilled a flash of worry. They appeared much too serious.
"I don't think so." She swallowed tightly. "I'm fine with the male I have."
Pale blue eyes flickered over her body. "Perhaps we can change your mind as well--"
Yep, Marina thought, she was in deep dragon droppings for sure.