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His tongue requests entry to my mouth and I gladly give it, revelling in the feel of it connecting with my own.

He kisses me deeper and deeper, asking me to give more of myself to him, and I gladly meet his unspoken demand.

I run my fingers through his tousled hair and pull his face closer to mine.

Hunger, feral and primitive, flares deep in my core and I let my fingers travel across the expanse of his shoulders, delighting in the feel of his muscles as they flex under my touch.

His hand spans my waist and runs seductively over the curve of my hip and downwards over my buttocks.

Then it travels upwards and cups my breast. He groans into my mouth and this sets off an explosion of need in me.

I kiss him with a ferocity I never knew I possessed and feel the heat between us ratchet up to another level.

Then I feel another set of lips on my neck and their touch is one I recognise from the night in the library.

Aaran. He’s here, and his lips are leaving a trail of fire along my neck.

I gasp in shock and confusion. Does Barra know he’s here?

Does he know what he’s doing? I open my eyes to look at Barra.

He smiles at me and then looks behind me.

“Welcome, brother,” he says to Aaran and I’m shocked at how casually he accepts his presence and his actions.

“It’s good to see you, brother,” Aaran replies in a husky voice, “and you, Queen Elinor.”

I’m momentarily stunned and unable to speak.

A few seconds ago I was enjoying Barra’s kiss and the touch of his hand upon my body.

I was aflame with desire. Desire for him.

Then Aaran’s lips connected with the sensitive flesh of my neck and I realised I’ve longed for them to do so since the last time I felt their touch.

And now I’m aflame with desire for him too. I look at them both, lost for words.

I never imagined I’d find myself in the Craglands in the dark of night with two of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen. On top of that, I’m the object of both their desires and they seem fine with that. The question is, am I?

A deep throated chuckle sounds from behind me. “Lost for words, Queen Elinor? I doubt that happens too often.”

I turn my head to look at him and am left breathless at the undisguised lust burning in his eyes [SL3] . He stares intensely into mine and something passes between us akin to the charge in the air just before a lightning strike.

“Let us pleasure you,” he says in a silky voice laced with seductive intent. Then he lowers his lips to the soft spot just behind my earlobe and starts to kiss me again. Desire flares in my veins and I look back at Barra to see if he can feel the effect of another man’s touch upon me.

He smiles. “Let us pleasure you, my Queen,” he whispers, as he lowers his lips and claims mine.

Disbelief combines with pure lust and it’s a heady combination that forces all rational thought from my mind.

I return Barra’s kiss with a passion and ferocity I never realised I possessed, and I arch my neck so Aaran’s lips can find more of my hungry flesh.

However, it seems I needn’t worry about satisfying his need for my flesh as I feel his fingers loosen the buckles of my uniform.

It seems he intends to seek it for himself.

Barra’s firm hand travels down to the curve of my breasts, dips into my waist and then over my hip where his fingers dig into my buttocks and pull me to him.

His tongue thrusts into my mouth, ever more demanding, and I groan with unadulterated need.

His hand moves between my legs and cups my womanhood.

I drag my lips away from his as I gasp in surprise but also draw a much needed breath into my lungs.

My mind is swirling and I find I’ve lost the ability to string a single thought together.

My body is aflame with lust and need and I’m going on pure feral instinct.

I feel Aaran shift behind me and before I know what’s happening his mouth is ravaging mine.

I respond in kind and feel his smile against my lips.

Barra pulls back the fabric of my tunic, below which he finds my undershirt.

He pulls the velvet cord holding it together and seconds later my breasts are exposed to the chill night air.

Aaran continues to ravage my mouth as I hear an appreciative gasp from Barra.

Then his lips connect with my nipple, a gentle kiss at first, but then he pulls it into his mouth with merciless abandon as if my tiny bud can give him life itself.

The combination of Aaran’s kisses and Barra’s sucking sends such a searing bolt of need through me that I cry out. Lost as my cry is to the recesses of Aaran’s mouth, it still has an effect and Aaran grabs my other breast between his fingers as he pulls his mouth away from mine.

“Oh, how I’m looking forward to tasting you, Queen Elinor,” he whispers into my ear and his voice is a growl of pure lust.

I writhe against him, grinding my buttocks into his manhood as I feel my core explode with a primal need. Barra’s hand starts to massage my womanhood in a firm, circular motion and I wonder if he can feel how wet I am through my britches.

It seems he intends to find out as his fingers move to the buckle of my belt, and in the same instant Aaran’s teeth claim my other nipple, Barra’s fingers find the wet heat of my womanhood.

I gasp and writhe in shock and need. I look down to see these two Ellerban men sucking on me, delighting in my breasts and bringing me an insane amount of pleasure.

Then they both look up at me at the same time and I am lost as I know they are about to bring me to a whole other level.

Barra’s fingers find the throbbing bud of need at the apex of my womanhood.

It’s so swollen with desire it aches and the moment he touches it I cry out in relief.

He touches it gently at first, as if he knows to ease the ache, but then his touch becomes firmer and I thrust my pelvis into his hand, telling him I want more.

I feel his lips smile against my breast.

Aaran releases my nipple from his mouth and kisses his way back up my neck.

He shifts behind me once again, tracing the tip of his tongue along my feverish flesh.

His hand cups my breast and he teases my tenderised nipple between his fingers.

I buck involuntarily against him, and somewhere in the far reaches of my mind I realise I’m going on pure instinct, and in that moment I feel more alive and more powerful than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

“That’s it, Queen Elinor,” Aaran urges me. “Let go, give in to your instincts. Set your body free, feel your power and take your pleasure.”

His words ignite something in me, something powerful and overwhelming.

I can only describe it as a wildness, a primitive feeling of overwhelming need that I can’t deny.

My fingers leave Barra’s shoulders and move to my britches.

I push the fabric down until my buttocks and womanhood are bared to them.

My message is clear and I hear the familiar clink of buckles being loosened as they free themselves from their own britches.

I feel Aaran’s manhood first, hot and strong against the back of my thigh.

Then I feel Barra’s, thick and firm pressed against the front of the same thigh.

I place my fingers around it and he releases a hungry moan against my breast. His fingers start to move against my bud again as mine start to move up and down his shaft.

Aaran continues to fondle my breast as I feel him slide his manhood between my buttocks. I writhe and buck with need as I feel a pressure building within me that I feel might just be the end of me if I don’t get some relief.

“Just say the word, my Queen,” Aaran growls into my ear, “command me to pleasure you with my cock and I promise to slay the ache you feel.” He squeezes my breast hard, as if to emphasise his point.

Barra’s fingers swirl around my throbbing bud in exquisite torment. I feel the heat of Aaran’s manhood at my entrance. My mind is lost. My body burns with need.

I nod my assent. “Pleasure me,” I command in a weak voice, but then all the desperation I feel for release breaks through and I roar, “Pleasure me! Now!”

Aaran surges into me with one powerful thrust and I cry out to the night as I feel something shift in my soul, as if I’ve connected to a long lost part of it.

He thrusts mercilessly, following my command, intent on bringing me the pleasure I demanded.

Barra sucks on me and fingers me with a rhythm I match through my fingers on his cock.

I buck and writhe, taking Aaran ever deeper, pulling him into me and demanding Barra’s fingers and lips press harder against me.

All three of us move in a natural rhythm as if we instinctively understand each other’s needs.

Then I feel it, an explosive pressure building within me, threatening to engulf me.

I ride Aaran harder and pull on Barra faster, trying to master this pressure.

Reaching for the edge. And that’s when a wave of pleasure washes over me so intense that I’m momentarily blinded by a flash of light.

Then there’s another one and another and I’m lost to an ocean of pleasure as it washes over me and ripples through to my very soul.

I cry out to the night, a primitive call to the wild.

With an animalistic roar Aaran releases his seed inside me and seconds later Barra’s seed spurts forth in my hand. He releases a cry of his own and I have a sense of the three of us being bonded to the night by our exhalations of pleasure.