Chapter Thirty-Two

Humming reverberated in the air around me while I concentrated on the syezei fruit in my hands. The air warmed around me, the fruit pulsed once, twice, then seemed to calm. Rel placed a hand on my shoulder and murmured for me to stop, while Jysel took the fruit from me to examine it.

“Good…now we just need to get you consistent,” Jysel stated, turning the fruit over in his hands. “Maybe a little less force on your part. You’re still being a little too rough.”

I’ll show you rough… I grumbled internally, eyeing Jysel

“Focus,” Rel growled at me. “You’re already testing us enough as it is.”

“You’d think she’s trying to frustrate us into bending her over the nearest surface…” Jysel rubbed his temples. “If you’re not going to make good on your threats don’t make them.”

“Sound advice, and a practice you should employ before you need it with the queens,” Rel remarked, placing another syezei in front of me. “Again. We need you to learn to see or at least sense when the binding is done.”

The next few hours were spent like that, the twins having me paint an aetheric signature on countless fruit. By the time they called the practice to a stop, I was tired and cranky, despite having made good progress.

“Now then, how to spend the rest of the evening?” Rel asked as he led us down a hallway within their sanctuary and in the direction of the bedroom.

“Shower. Sleep.” I rubbed one eye with the back of my hand. The pair looked at me, then each other.

“May we join you?”

That caught me a little off-guard. Noting my look, Rel added, “You don’t seem awake enough to be left to your own devices.”

“And, due to the original purpose of this building, the shower is communal. There’s more than enough space.”

“Uh…” I couldn’t quite think of a reason to decline, so I didn’t. “Sure, why not. It makes more sense than taking turns.”

Rel smirked a little at that, but I decided to ignore it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what was going on inside his head…though I probably knew.

“It’s good you’re learning quickly. You must have known how to do this before,” Rel remarked as he pulled off his clothes. “Are you still hesitant to bind us?”

“Of course I am.” I tugged off my body suit, shivering a little in the cool air. “I’m not confident I can do it correctly and consistently. Besides… What? What are you staring at?”

Jysel’s hands smoothed up my hips and to my waist, sending a storm of intense sensation through me and eliciting a gasp. Startled, I looked down to see a good portion of my torso and upper legs had turned. From the knee down, I’d turned completely.

“Hmmm… it’s a good thing we didn’t start your training until after you played along with the humans’ propaganda nonsense…” Rel took a step toward me, his hungry gaze taking me in. He reached out to cup my face, a devious smirk pulling at his lips. “Perhaps your training isn’t over for the day after all?”

“What? But I—” A soft, involuntary moan cut me off when Jysel’s lips pressed against the right side of my neck, and he pulled me back against his chest. Had part of my throat changed too?

“Now, now,” Rel chastised his twin with a chuckle. “She didn’t agree yet.”

“Ah…sorry, it’s just…” Jysel seemed to struggle with himself. I glanced over my shoulder to find he looked like a reprimanded puppy, his glow reflecting his embarrassment.

“Well, Elara? What will it be?” Rel took a step toward us, his torso mere inches from mine. “Will you indulge with us…”

“…or would you prefer to go to bed?” Jysel murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, and his fingers tracing patterns against my hip.

My answers dried up in my throat, my pulse pounding in my chest. It was surprisingly difficult for me to separate the ‘shame’ I’d learned from humans. Meanwhile, the Syldrari…for them, this was normal. Granted, I did find it a little odd that they reacted in such a way to me while my appearance was still mixed.

“You’re overthinking,” Rel murmured, taking my face in his hands. “You know we’re already yours. That we desire you.”

“We’re only holding back because you haven’t verbalized what you want…even if you’ve made it clear in every other way.” Jysel’s hand slid down my stomach but stopped just under my navel. “We won’t do anything without your consent.”

I struggled to find my words. It was true that I wanted them but voicing as much was a little more difficult. Finally, I took a breath to calm my nerves. “You have my consent…but what about your consent? Isn’t that supposed to work both ways?”

Rel chuckled. “And that is another reason to adore you added to the list.”

“We’ll have to take good care of her…” Jysel’s tone took a mischievous turn, sliding his hand down between my legs.

“The shower may not be the best place for this.” Rel watched me, a devious smile on his lips as I tried to not react to Jysel’s fingers exploring between my legs. “For what we have in mind…yes, I think the bedroom is in order.”

Without further warning, Rel snapped his fingers, and we relocated to the bedroom. Before I could make up my mind about what to do about the two attractive men before me, Jysel shifted to press me back toward the bed until I was sitting on the edge of it. I thought he was going to proffer his dick, but instead he promptly got on his knees and pulled my right leg over his shoulder, burying his face between my legs.

Jysel’s tongue ran up my slit, its tip tracing delicately around my clit before he nuzzled deeper and took it into his mouth. Gently, at first, which made my leg twitch. Then, he increased the pressure until he managed to get a whimper of pleasure out of me.

[Forgive his lack of…romantic gestures,] Rel commented dryly, taking a seat beside me and drawing my face toward his. I struggled to split my attention between them as Jysel continued lavishing me with attention, his eyes fixed upward to watch for my reactions. [He’s still struggling to reconcile his feelings…and that sexual and romantic acts don’t have to be mutually exclusive. Be patient with him.]

Rel kissed me, his fingers trailing down my jaw, to my throat, then continuing down my body as he broke away. His lips pressed to my earlobe. He traced his fingertips around my breasts, speaking in a whisper, “This time, there will be no interruptions.”

When he got to his feet, he turned to face me and slid his hand into my hair, beginning to guide me toward his cock. A move that caused Jysel to cease activities and snarl as his twin.

“Rel!” Jysel reprimanded, “A queen should never be…made…made to…serve… E-Elara—”

Jysel faltered, turning deep blue as I rolled my tongue over the tip of Rel’s dick and then kissed down its length.

Rel chuckled. “Elara isn’t bound by such dated ideals. Isn’t that right?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ll say this: pleasure should be mutual. And, we have no idea how much experience I have. So… I’m…relearning?” I eyed Jysel, noting he still looked dumbstruck. “What? What is it?”

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“Just…promise me that you will speak up if anyone pushes for an act that makes you uncomfortable?” Jysel asked, looking a little lost. “You’re small, and precious, I…we wouldn’t want to hurt you. Um…”

[Sometimes a kiss says more than words,] Rel remarked dryly, nudging me in the direction of his brother. [We can continue your training after.]

[And what am I being trained for?]

[There is no way to truly use your mouth without hurting you. Instead, I’ll teach you what you can do. That includes learning all the correct ‘spots.’]

“Jysel,” I beckoned, leaning toward him a little. “I trust both of you, together and individually. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have gotten this far.” I brought my hands up to his face and leaned in, watching as his eyes flicked between my lips and my stare a few times. “What do you want to do?”

“I… I wish to serve you, worship you and your body. And…” He struggled a moment, before suddenly closing the distance and pressing his mouth to mine, his hands sliding up my thighs.

In this case, Rel was right. A kiss could say a lot. For Jysel, it conveyed an intense, burning desire that he’d somehow kept hidden. A genuine hunger for me.

“Well then, with that settled…” Rel remarked, an eyebrow raised as he watched Jysel climb back down my torso. Then, he turned his attention to me and gave me a confident smirk. “More training for our most precious person. Give me your hand.”

I obliged him, letting him draw my hand along his shaft, until he pressed my thumb against a stretch of muscle that created a ‘valley’ part way down the shaft. There, he told me, and similar places, were sensitive regions. Any part of the body that glowed was also sensitive, meaning the glowing nubs along his dick were each points of intense pleasure—or pain—depending on how they were handled. Finally, he guided my hand to the ‘knot’ as the base. He described it as an utter weakness. While its functional purpose was not something he wanted to get into because procreation wasn’t our goal, he assured me that it was an excellent place to lavish with attention…and a part of Syldran anatomy that I would quite enjoy being on the receiving end of.

I had my doubts on that last part since it was larger than my fist, but perhaps I was more stretchy than I thought. One way to find out.

My train of thought was broken when, for a moment, Jysel’s long tongue slid into me and rolled hard against some insanely sensitive patch of flesh. It took me so off-guard that I moved a few inches away from Rel’s dick out of concern I might involuntarily bite. My body seemed to tighten around his tongue, causing the nodules to press firmly into my skin. Jysel’s thumb massaged my clit, pushing me over the edge into an orgasm that left my head spinning.

“You poor thing. Are you having trouble focusing?” Rel inquired with an amused smirk, gathering my hair behind my head in one hand. Once he had a tight grip and was forcing me to look up at him, he glanced at Jysel briefly. “Do that again.”

Just like that, a breathy moan of pleasure escaped me, and my thighs twitched around Jysel’s head. For a moment, I thought I was going to come again—but he stopped. An evil, evil glint shone in Rel’s eyes as he glanced at Jysel, then back to me, no doubt silently communicating.

“Well, well…with that development, let’s work on your ability to maintain eye contact,” Rel purred, guiding my face back to the side of his dick. “Do well enough and I’ll reward your diligence.”

“Cheeky,” I grumbled, giving him a defiant glare.

“Oh? I thought you wanted to get further than this today,” Rel remarked innocently, and as if on queue, Jysel’s tongue slid into me again—but this time, it didn’t withdraw. It began to explore, while he his fingers massaged over my clit.

Fuck.

“Focus.” Rel’s sweet, commanding tone sent an additional shudder through my body. He met my gaze, sending another twitch through me when I recognized his ravenous, powerful demeanor. “Show me that you want more.”

And, just like that, I resumed lavishing Rel with attention, listening intently for any instructions or sign that I was doing something right. I honestly felt…a little small, insecure, like perhaps I wasn’t good enough to be servicing him yet at all. How much ‘skill’ had I lost with my memories, how long would it take to get it back?

“Sitaj-ri,” Rel murmured his praise, his voice tinged with a shuddering moan. I looked up at him to see he was biting his lower lip, and his back was slightly arched. I ran my tongue over the same spot again, harder, and listened as a proper sound of pleasure escaped him.

More places like that… I moved my mouth closer to the tip of his dick, my hands tracing over the ridges and bumps as I went. Glowing neon fuchsia liquid had beaded at the tip of his excited, twitching dick.

The moment I ran my tongue over the tip of his dick, taking the liquid with my tongue, Rel’s expression changed from entranced to something…else. His glow turned vibrant neon pink, and Jysel carefully withdrew, taking a seat a little ways down the bed.

“Stand up,” Rel commanded, releasing my hair. When I did as he said, he picked me up by my waist and tossed me a few feet deeper onto the bed, so I was at the center. He approached me, grabbing one of my ankles as his gaze traveled down my nude body and to my damp slit. “I think we’re past due for full indulgence. What do you think—shall I take the first turn?”

Rel pulled my leg around his waist as he moved in, poising his body above mine. There wasn’t even a hint of cloudiness or uncertainty to his gaze. Just desire—desire he appeared to be reining in just to check again that I was okay with the situation.

“Rel,” I began, sliding my hands up his muscular torso, “I think you know as well as I do that I want you to fuck me. You get the first turn…and maybe we can see about working up to you both sharing me at once?” I looked over to Jysel, an amused smile spreading across my face when I saw him blushing. “You look lonely over there. If you come closer…”

“…I will consider it,” Jysel murmured, strained.

Rel gripped me by the chin and made me look at him, before kissing me deeply. I felt his cock probing at my slick entrance and then, in an explosion of intense, mind-numbing, unfamiliar sensation, his dick slid in, the texture rubbing against every part of me in a way I hadn’t imagined possible. I clenched and spasmed around him as he continued to press deeper, losing all coherent thought to the rather unexpected, rolling orgasm.

When I managed to refocus, I found a rather self-confident Rel smirking down at me while his fingertips traced up my torso.

“Back with us?” Rel mused, flicking one of my nipples. “Good. Let’s try a slightly different position… We had an idea.”

Rel shifted me so I was partially turned onto my side, my left leg pulled over his shoulder. He rested on his knees, stroking the length of my slit with his dick. Yet, he didn’t put it in even when I not-so-subtly tried to wriggle closer.

An arm pressed into the mattress by my head, drawing my attention to Jysel. His fingers ran along my cheek and then entangled in my hair, drawing me into a surprisingly gentle kiss. When I didn’t try to break away or take control, Jysel let himself become more passionate, his hand loosening from my hair to glide down my body. He slowly massaged my breasts one at a time, his tongue probing at my lips to see if I’d accept deeper intimacy.

I moaned into Jysel’s mouth as Rel finally slid into me again. When I reached for Jysel’s dick, he tensed at first but didn’t fully recoil. Then, a shudder rippled through him alongside a groan as my fingers blindly explored his shaft, searching for where his weaknesses were.

If I’d learned anything about the pair, it was to not assume everything was identical. A little notion that was rapidly proven when Jysel rolled onto his back, twitching and moaning, when I took a particular nub between my thumb and forefinger.

Before I could get any further ideas, the world spun and I found myself suddenly on top of Rel, straddling him as he stared up at me with a playful smirk.

“Before you start torturing Jysel… Why don’t we see if you can fit two of us?”

Jysel’s arm wrapped around my waist, his face nuzzling into the crook of my next. His breathy voice tickled my ear, “Tell me…tell me what I’m allowed to try…”

I arched back a little, reaching with one arm so I could cup the side of Jysel’s head on one side while I brought my lips to his earlobe on the other. “Why don’t you try…whatever you want? What I want is simply to hear more of you two enjoying— Ahh…”

I shuddered as Rel’s dick flexed within me, rubbing against my insides in the best if ways. The sound that escaped me seemed to be a better invitation than my words. Jysel immediately began working his dick into my pussy as well, coaxing it open somehow while his hands cupped my breasts and played with my nipples.

The pair shifted a few times, until finally Jysel slid in. I nearly collapsed on top of Rel as I tried to process the sensation overload—something neither of them seemed to plan on allowing. Jysel moved a hand to my groin to attend to my clit, while Rel managed to sit up enough to explore my breasts with lips and tongue, sucking at one of my nipples as—dear gods—Jysel began to slowly rock his hips.

“Perhaps this is too much too soon?” Jysel asked, his breathy voice making me twitch around their cocks.

“Mmm, with the face she’s making? No,” Rel’s lips traveled up my chest and to my neck as the shifted into what felt like some manner of sitting position.

“Are you struggling?”

“We could always stop…”

“…or…”

“…do you want to lose yourself in pleasure?”

“If so…”

“…let go.”

Their melodic voices alternating from either side, their hands and lips roaming my body, and finally the reverberating command made me do just that. I stopped trying to control myself—why had I even tried? I was getting what I wanted, and so were they.

Ecstasy. Friction. Tongue. I drowned in myriad sensations. The only sounds I could make were those that reflected the pure, delicious onslaught of nigh-unbearable pleasure. There was no point in trying to count my orgasms or theirs. I wasn’t even sure if I was conscious for all of them.

When I finally started to regain my senses, I found myself laying on my back, the scent of fresh soap filling my nose. Rel was curled up against me to my left, his head on my chest. Jysel was to my right, his head on my stomach and both arms wrapped around my waist.

My body still tingled from the aftermath of their intensity…but I was content. It was…right. How we were meant to be. Love, desire, and, most importantly, acceptance.