(A brief intro: Set in a late renaissance fantasy time period, Silaqui is a half-elven sorceress who joined a local militia group at the request of twin brothers Raziel and Abel. Mutual attraction leads to sexual tension as the trio trains and works together. On a particular mission a week or so before this story takes place, the Three are scout a possible location of the enemy camp. They are spotted and Silaqui is shot, forcing Raziel and Abel to take drastic measure to preserve her life. After saving her and nursing her back to health, Abel seeks some "compensation" for their efforts. If this section is well received I will release more stories involving these characters.)
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"We've saved your life," Abel whispered in her ear, his body just touching hers, his hand grasping her wrist, "I feel we are owed something."
"How can I repay you?" Silaqui stammered, shocked by Abel's forthright approach. She could feel his strength as he held her arm. Raziel stood before her, closer now, his intensity piercing her.
"Considering the severity of your wounds and lengths we took to preserve your life, I don't think I am out of line in asking for your body," He answered in a matter of fact voice. He was closer now, and she felt his hardness against her. Raziel was pressed against her now as well, holding her arm tightly. His face was close enough to kiss her, but he just stared at her.
"Will you give yourself to us, Sil?" Abel asked, both brothers pushing against her. "Before you answer, understand one thing: This is going to happen regardless of what you say, but if you agree then I promise you'll enjoy it too." She shuddered hard at this, feeling her body get hot. She was tempted to say no and see if they were serious about taking advantage of her but their aggressive behavior at this moment convinced her of their intent. She nodded weakly, her breath ragged. A slight, sexy grin formed on Raziel's face, and she could feel herself get weak in the knees. Raziel engulfed her mouth with his, a kiss filled with desire and lust. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, mostly for support in her excited state, and she could feel Abel's hands caress her body. They started at her hips and worked up to her waist, coming around to the front of her body and resting at her breasts. He groped them roughly, pulling them out of her shirt and squeezing her nipples. He grinded against her ass, his stiffness nearly coming through his pants. Raziel was hard for her too, as she could feel it rubbing her leg. Raziel began to massage her other breast, gentler than his brother. Abel's free hand found its way down her body and into her pants, where he was forcing her legs apart. He rubbed the outside of her pussy, fingers pressing the lips and grazing her clit. Her juices soaked his fingers as he continued to tease her pussy, not quite sticking a finger in.
"She is really horny for us Raziel, her panties are soaking," Abel exposed when Raziel broke off the kiss. Silaqui was breathing hard and moaning, her body ravaged by these twin brothers. Abel's finger forced its way into her, wasting no time going deep and hard. He kissed and bit the back of her neck, losing himself in the passion. Raziel's lips trailed down her face and neck, planting little pecks along the way. As he hovered over her breast, his breath against her nipple made her ache for his mouth around her tit. His soft lips brushed her erect nipples, sending shocks through her body at the thought of his moist tongue playing with them. She wanted to beg them to stop taunting her, but only moans escaped her lips. She wanted to surrender her pleasure to them, but they were playing with her, making her body ache and long for their lust.