Part two: A Night's Reprieve
At the faintest melodic note in her rapturous gasping, a scurry of feet surrounded Isana and the twins. She felt the meat of fruit pressed to her lips again, quickly followed by another pearl-drop candy. For the first time she noticed the sudden warmth that flared within her as the sugar-like seed dissolved on her tongue. The state of her arousal blossomed quite rapidly and Isana realized that the seeds were strong aphrodisiacs. All this while she had been partaking from nature's apothecary and the result was more than likely a chemically enhanced willingness to participate in the Florynias.
Rather than feel betrayed or violated at this notion, Isana hoped that Eulos too had been continually taking the seeds, that his own pleasure was building and that perhaps he had found release in an Actovan woman's arms. Or an Actovan man's. This latter idea amused Isana and she giggled silently. To imagine the broad, muscular chest of Eulos covered in sweat as he wrestled with another man, their grunts more like baritone harmony than aggression. Yes, this Isana wished very much to see.
Flights of fancy scattered away like a flock of birds bursting from a tree top as Strom and Lybon's attentions returned to her. Still trapped in a black void, within a world of her own making, she visualized the twins as her fantasies longed them to look. Both had the creamy skin of the Actovans, their long, sleek hair tinted blue and green as was the fashion among many young Actovan nobles. She had indeed felt the lengths of their hair brush over her bare skin like feathers titillating her flesh.
Laid back now against Strom's broad, finely muscled chest, one arm encircling her waist to brace her, Isana was plunged again into ecstasy. The whispers of their audience had become more and more noticeable to her, but rather than shying from this voyeurism, the queen to be began to delight in imagining the hundreds of eyes fixated upon her and her two lovers. She envisioned them staring with lustful eyes and wagging tongues. In the shadows she imagined lovers pleasuring one another while watching the twins pleasure her. Isana imagined men and women pleasuring themselves as Lybon braced one knee on the chaise and lovingly lifted her leg to hook it over his hip. She imagined their engaged audience gasping with rapture as he slid closer and entered her.
Lybon's movements were fluid with grace and painstakingly slow. Were she able to see him, Isana would have seen the taut rippling of his muscles as he masterfully controlled his every movement. Resting back against the lounging Strom, Isana was held secure, but Strom was not leaving all the fun to his brother. As Lybon pushed into her with torturous delicacy, Strom was suckling on Isana's neck, on her ear lobe and his free hand was teasing and strumming upon her right breast. The left breast was raised and taken into Lybon's mouth as his hips began to undulate against hers. The sinewy length of him seemed impossibly long as he glided the shaft into her until his own thatchy curls entangled with hers. The extraction was no less meticulous. It was not until he began to quicken his thrust while keeping his retraction diminished that Isana's arms raised to lock about Strom's neck, bracing herself against the rising tide of euphoria.
Like the anticipatory beat of a drum, Lybon's rolling hips hooked his spear upward impaling her in a lover's death. In the same soothing then dominating dance of the ocean, the wave of his passion drew away with a lingering caress only to crash into her again with increasing force. Behind her, pressing against the small of her back, Isana could feel his brother's iron-hard tumescence beating out it's own faint rhythm as it pulsed against her. A quickening of energy spasmed within her and Isana felt Lybon drive in, halting his careful assault to burrow deeply. Unable to fathom he could go deeper, Isana gasped as the firm thrust melted into pliant massage, his reach so deep within as to touch her in a place never yet found. At last he filled her, the young man's virile form shuddering in release before bowing over her and claiming her mouth in a kiss to lessen the trauma of his withdraw.
Nary a breath passed between she and Lybon before she felt Strom's bulging arm lift her upward. The elder of the twins did not join with her as tenderly or reverently as his younger brother. Although by no means was his entry a violation or an assault, it was firm, demanding and inarguable. One arm wrapped about her hugged her waist and gripped her hip, the other beneath her arm across her breast to grip her shoulder. Locked into his embrace as such she was immobile and could do little more than hold tightly about his neck as Strom's hips rose and fell with burly strength.
Save for Lybon's hand on her thigh, she had thought him gone. Then he too began to assault her with more dominance and hunger. Her breasts were devoured like sugar cakes, Lybon's tongue and teeth working desperately to consume them, to dissolve both plump little bon-bons. Electricity suddenly shot through her as his free hand slipped down to fondle her delicate bud. Neither brother gave pause or reprieve until finally her back arched, her entire body quaking as her vocal chords strained to scream aloud. Strom held her firm as he spilled into her, filling her belly with hot lava until his own convulsions calmed and her glorious waves of splendor wafted away on a sigh.
The three lay upon the chaise, Lybon resting his cheek upon Isana's breast to hear the thundering gallop of her heart. Their breathing matched in deep exhilarated gasps, catching when Isana's body shivered in a lingering wave of ecstasy. This moment of bonded bliss was all too brief as the whispers of the on-lookers returned as did the scurry of small feet. The solid slap of sandals approached as Strom and Lybon extracted themselves from Isana's embrace.
"Goddess bless your seed," she whispered as each bent to kiss her.
"She would bless us most if it took purchase in you, my lady," Lybon whispered.
In a breath, both men were gone and Isana felt the sensuous stroking of fluttering hands as she was bathed yet again. Draped upon the chaise, the very image of female perfection as painted by the Castacean Masters, Isana prayed that the Goddess Florynia had been appeased, as she doubted she could manage any more. Although he first 'sacrifice' had been rough and impersonal, the twins had carried her idea of sexuality to an higher echelon.
"Fair thee well, Lady Isana?" the old monk's voice inquired.
"Yes...very well," she whispered in reply.
Although she could not see him, Isana felt certain he was nodding. "Good," he warbled happily. "As per tradition, the chaise will now be carried into the temple grotto. It is a veiled and guarded room."
"I can remove the blindfold and chain then--" Isana moved to sit up. A hand caught hers.
