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"Here," he murmurs, "in the land of my birth."

Finn moves behind me, pressing his chest against my back as he grips my waist. "A proper homecoming," he agrees, his breath hot against my ear.

I'm caught between them, surrounded by their heat, their scent, their overwhelming presence. Zahraxis bends to capture my mouth, his kiss deep and possessive. His tongue slides against mine as Finn works at the fastenings of my clothing, each button undone revealing another inch of skin to the warm air.

"The bathing chamber," Zahraxis suggests when he breaks the kiss, his eyes flicking to the massive shower with its view of the Nile. "This is a sacred moment. We should consummate it beneath the sacred waters of this place."

We move as one toward the adjoining room, shedding clothes with each step. By the time we reach the threshold, I'm naked between them, their hands roaming over my skin with reverent hunger. Finn reaches in to start the water, steam rising immediately as multiple shower heads spring to life.

Zahraxis lifts me effortlessly, carrying me into the shower and setting me on my feet beneath the warm cascade. Water sluices over us, plastering my hair to my scalp and running in rivulets down my body. Both men follow, the glass enclosure suddenly feeling much smaller with their powerful forms inside.

"Look at you," Finn says, his crimson eyes taking in my wet skin, the faintly pulsing glow of their marks on my chest. "Fucking gorgeous."

Zahraxis makes a sound of agreement, cupping my breasts from behind. He circles my nipples with his thumbs, pinching gently until they're tight peaks that ache for more attention. When Finn bends to take one in his mouth, I gasp, arching into the heat of his tongue.

Finn explores lower with one hand, sliding down my stomach to the juncture of my thighs. He parts my folds, finding slick heat between. The first stroke of his fingers elicits a soft sigh from me, the pleasure already building in my core reflected through our bond. I marvel all over again at how easily I can sense their hunger for me, and it only gets me hotter.

"Already so wet for us," Finn murmurs, circling my clit with teasing pressure.

I moan as he switches to my other breast, grazing the sensitive peak with his teeth. Zahraxis dips his head to bite gently at my throat, each nip sending a fresh jolt down to my clit. There's something different about Zahraxis now—a steadiness, a certainty that wasn't there before. He moves with deliberate purpose, each caress precisely calculated to draw the maximum response.

Finn straightens and turns, positioning his back against the glass wall and pulling me with him, the magnificent view framed behind his powerful form. His gaze flashes to Zahraxis behind me, as if some silent exchange has occurred, as if this moment has already been choreographed by them both. Beyond his shoulder, the Nile flows serenely, the same river that witnessed Zahraxis' reign thousands of years ago.

Zahraxis moves close behind me again, dipping his mouth to my ear. "I want you to see," he says, his voice rough with desire. "I want you to look upon my kingdom while we claim you."

Finn grips my hips and lifts me with a strength that still takes my breath away. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, my arms looping around his neck for support. He braces himself more firmly against the glass, spreading his feet and bending his knees as he positions me so I can gaze over his shoulder at the expansive view while he supports my weight.

"Yes," I breathe, my core aching with need. "Please."

The water streams over us, creating a warm curtain that somehow enhances rather than obscures the connection between us. With deliberate slowness, Finn lowers me onto his cock, the thick head pressing against my entrance before sliding inside.

I gasp at the stretch, the fullness, as he fills me inch by exquisite inch. His pleasure mirrors my own, satisfaction radiating between us as my body yields to him. When he's fully seated, he holds me there, letting me adjust to his size.

"Perfect," he murmurs against my ear. "You were made for this."

Zahraxis presses close, caressing my breasts as he watches Finn claim me. His cock is a hot, rigid length against my ass. A memory flashes through my mind: that first afternoon on Bear Island when they filled me together, stretching me beyond what I thought possible.

"I want you both," I say, the words tumbling out before I can think better of them. "Like before. Together."

Finn stills, his golden eyes meeting Zahraxis' over my shoulder. A subtle smirk tilts at the corner of his mouth. Something passes between them—as if they planned this all along.

"We know," Finn says, his voice gruff but cocky. "We want that too."

"Then do it. Please," I insist. "I need to feel you both inside me."

He adjusts his grip, supporting me more firmly as Zahraxis shifts behind me. He slides his cock along the crack of my ass until it presses against my already stretched entrance. Finn easily lifts me up and off his own cock, holding me aloft as if I weigh nothing while Zahraxis aligns their cocks together.

"Breathe," Zahraxis instructs, stroking my lower back. "Relax for us, Raelesha."

I focus on my breathing, on the sensation of their cockheads penetrating me ever so slowly, on the warm water cascading over all three of us. Gradually, my body yields, and they push deeper with excruciating slowness. The stretch is intense, bordering on pain, but the bond between us transforms the sensation into something transcendent.

"Oh god," I moan as they slide deeper, both their thick shafts pressing deep within me. "So perfect."

When they're both fully seated, we remain motionless for long moments, adjusting to the overwhelming connection. The sensation is far more intense than that first time on the mountain, our newly forged bond amplifying every touch, every emotion.

I briefly test the connection and find Zahraxis is focused as much on the view as he urged me to be. He is the happiest I have known him to be in the few days since I met him.

"You brought me home, my love," he whispers in my ear. "This is the happiest I have ever been."

Without a word, I crane my neck to meet his eyes where he peers over my shoulder. Our gazes lock, and a spark of raw desire passes between us. He dips his head to capture my mouth in a kiss so deep I feel the weight of it in my soul.

While we kiss, they both begin to move, rocking together while I'm trapped between them, locked in the cage of their bodies.

They establish a rhythm that defies logic, completely in sync, filling me with every stroke. The dual stimulation sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, building rapidly toward release.

Zahraxis releases my mouth, only for Finn to take over. He captures my mouth in a hungry kiss, swallowing my moans as Zahraxis nips at my shoulder. Their movements grow more urgent, more demanding, as they drive me toward the edge.

"Look," Zahraxis commands. Finn breaks the kiss, allowing me to obey. "Look at my kingdom while we make you ours."

The sight of the ancient river flowing past, combined with the relentless rhythm of their cocks inside me, pushes me over the edge. My orgasm tears through me with unexpected force, my inner walls clenching around them both as pleasure radiates outward from my core.

"That's it," Finn growls, his thrusts growing erratic. "Fuck, you feel amazing."

Zahraxis follows me over the edge, his release triggered by the rhythmic pulsing of my body around him. His pleasure amplifies my own, creating a cascade that prolongs the sensation to near unbearable heights.

Finn manages a few more thrusts before surrendering to his own climax, his cock pulsing alongside Zahraxis' as he empties himself deep inside me. The three of us remain locked together, trembling with aftershocks as the water continues to cascade over our joined bodies.

Slowly, carefully, they withdraw, supporting me between them as my legs refuse to hold my weight. My body feels gloriously used, pleasantly sore in ways that remind me of our connection.

"That was..." I begin, but words fail me.

"Just the beginning," Finn promises, reaching for the soap. "We're not done with you yet."

They wash me with reverent care, taking turns to soap every inch of my skin. Zahraxis pays particular attention to my hair, massaging my scalp with unexpected tenderness.

"In my time," he explains, "washing another's hair was an act of deep intimacy, reserved for family and lovers."

When they've rinsed me clean, Zahraxis presses me back against the glass once more. This time, both men sink to their knees before me, their intentions clear in their hungry gazes.

"Our turn to taste you," Finn says, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder.

Zahraxis mirrors him, spreading me wide between them. The first touch of their tongues—Finn circling my clit while Zahraxis teases my entrance—draws a startled cry from my lips. The dual sensation is almost too much after my intense orgasm, but they give me no time to recover.

They work in perfect harmony, trading places and techniques with wordless coordination. When Finn slides two fingers inside me, Zahraxis sucks my clit between his lips. When Zahraxis thrusts his tongue deep, Finn grazes my sensitive bud with gentle teeth.

Another climax builds rapidly, my oversensitive body responding to their skilled attention. They sense my approaching release, doubling their efforts to push me over the edge.

"Please," I gasp, tangling my fingers in their hair. "I can't—it's too?—"

"You can," Zahraxis insists, his golden eyes looking up at me. "One more, Raelesha."

Finn hums in agreement, the vibration against my sensitive flesh sending sparks of pleasure racing along my nerves. They work together, tongues and fingers creating a symphony of sensation that leaves me no choice but to surrender.

My second orgasm crashes through me with even greater force than the first, my knees buckling as pleasure overwhelms me. Only their strong hands keep me upright as wave after wave of ecstasy pulses through my body.

Before I can recover, they switch positions again. Finn closes his mouth over my clit, sucking rhythmically, while Zahraxis slides his tongue inside me. The combination pushes me immediately toward a third climax, my body responding with near-painful intensity.

"I can't," I sob, even as my hips rock against their mouths. "Too much."

They ignore my protests, sensing my body still craves more despite my words. When this orgasm hits, it's less a crash and more a transcendence—my consciousness seeming to float above my body as pleasure radiates through every cell. This time I can sense the energy flooding into them where their hands are in contact with my skin. Both men are glowing as if every cell in their bodies is luminescent.

I'm barely aware of them turning off the water, of being lifted and carried from the shower. They pat me dry with soft towels, then wrap me in one of the plush robes. My limbs feel like liquid, my mind hazy with satisfaction as they carry me to the bed.

I drift in and out of awareness as they dry themselves and don their own robes. When I finally regain some semblance of coherence, the sun has begun its descent toward the western horizon. I clamber off the bed to join them where they stand at the windows. They reflexively pull me between them, each curling a strong arm around my waist as we watch the Nile gleam like molten gold, boats moving along its surface like tiny insects from this distance.

"I wish we could see the pyramids from here," I say, my voice still hoarse from crying out in pleasure.

Finn smiles. "They're a few hundred miles north, near Cairo. We can visit when we return."

"When we return," Zahraxis echoes, the words a promise rather than a question.

A soft chime interrupts the moment—Finn's phone, receiving a message. His expression grows serious as he reads the screen.

"The Titans have been spotted approaching Mount Olympus," he says, looking up. "The Council is gathering their forces so they're ready when it's time to strike."

Reality crashes back—the battle ahead, the danger we face, the world that needs saving. I feel a momentary pang of resentment that our brief respite must end so soon.

"Do we have to leave right away?" I ask, reluctant to give up this peaceful interlude.

"Naia won't arrive until midday tomorrow," Finn reminds me. "We have tonight, at least."

Zahraxis turns from the window, his expression resolute. "One night in my homeland after three thousand years away." His lips curve in a small smile. "It will have to be enough."

I grip both his hands. "Is it enough? To have seen it again?"

Zahraxis considers this, his gaze moving from the river to the temple, then finally back to me. "I thought I needed to stand on Egyptian soil again to remember who I was," he says slowly. "But I realize now that home is not just a place." He reaches for Finn's hand, just as Finn grips my free hand in his, completing the circuit of our bond. "Home is where we stand together."

Finn's expression softens. "Poetic again. You're full of surprises, Ancient One."

"Tomorrow, we prepare to fight," Zahraxis says, his voice taking on the formal cadence that emerges when he speaks of serious matters. "But tonight..." His golden eyes meet mine, then Finn's. "Tonight belongs to us."

THE END FOR NOW