Healer's Touch (7 page)

 

Aru looked up and couldn't believe his eyes. She stood just inside his door, her body sheathed in a thin silk robe, her hair hanging loose to her waist, her lips parted on deep, swift breaths. For a moment, he couldn't drag his gaze away. To his shame, he felt his cock stir and begin to fill with blood.

“Inella,” he whispered, sitting up against his pillows. “What are you doing here?”

And then Viera was standing behind her, her hands coming up to settle lightly on Inella's shoulders, her face hovering close at the side of the other woman's neck. As he watched, transfixed, she brushed her lips across Inella's cheek and slid her hands in a slow caress down her arms.

“I asked her to come.”

He shook his head with the frantic denial of a horrified child, even as his member throbbed in his lap. God in Antuine, she would kill him with pleasure. And if she stopped, he might just kill himself.

He opened his mouth to speak, to plead, to scream for her to be gone, but then her hands closed on the fine silk of Inella's robe slid it from the woman's shoulders, and as her beautiful, mortal body was bared to his eyes, the power of speech utterly abandoned him. His heart began to slam against the cage of his chest, an aroused beast that wanted to be let loose. His cock was already salivating like an animal at its first whiff of game.

“Light a candle, Aru. I want to see her too.”

With shaking fingers he found flint and struck it, hardly capable of keeping his eyes on his task. Viera's arms encircled Inella, her hands sliding up the softness of her belly to cup her small breasts. In the candle's sudden flare, her fingers plucked at the pointed nipples and Aru's breath wheezed to a stop in his chest. Inella's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back on Viera's shoulder as those pale hands toyed with her breasts, tugging and twirling, until the nipples stood straight out, hard and straining. Inella's body was no longer perfect—bearing two children had left her skin less than taut and her abdomen was covered with a fine tracery of stretch marks, showing silver where the candlelight struck them. Aru didn't care. Standing here in his room with Viera's hands skimming lightly over her, she was beautiful. Soft, half-formed moans issued from her throat, and she reached behind her, holding to Viera's waist as if her arousal left her too weak to stand. And she was aroused—even in the dark, Aru could see it all. Her skin was flushed a deep rose, her pores were wide open, pouring out sweat and pheromones, her blood thrummed through her veins.

His hand was on his cock, gripping hard. His eyes were on Viera's pale hands as they danced across Inella's paler flesh, down her belly to the apex of her thighs. Her fingers brushed against dark blonde curls, teasing him with their hesitancy. Would she really do it? Would she really slide her fingers into that beckoning valley? He remembered a winter night a few short months past, a brief and brilliant vision of two women on a bed, and his cock wept.

Viera's lips worked at the nape of Inella's neck, her tongue playing, her teeth nipping and grazing that delicate skin. And as he watched, his hand beginning its own torturous dance up and down his cock, her fingers dipped down through that blonde thatch and into the other woman's furrow.

“Ahhh!” Inella hissed, pushing her hips forward to increase the contact. Aru could see Viera's fingers moving, exploring, delving deep, then retreating. When they emerged, they were shiny with the other woman's slickness.

“I brought her here for you, Aru,” Viera said softly, slanting a wicked glance at him through her lashes. “So you tell me. What shall I do to her?” Her fingers dipped low once more, stroking slow and lazy as if they had all the time in the universe while Inella made tiny mewls of delight.

What shall I do to her?
Gods, suddenly Aru could not stop thinking of things Viera could do to that beautiful woman. The real question for Aru was—
What shall I do to her first?

He slid from the bed, the night air gliding cool fingers across his hot skin. Viera sent him a smile that had all his remaining blood rushing from his head to his nether parts. When she emerged from behind Inella, he saw that she was naked, too, but for a near-transparent white camisole. He could clearly see the dark shadows of her nipples through the filmy fabric, and the triangle of auburn curls that peeked from beneath its hem as she moved. Her hair was pulled away from her face and coiled and pinned at her nape, exposing the smooth, white column of her neck.

Her motions graceful and seductive, she came around to face Inella and tunneled her hands through long hair the color of corn silk. Pulling the other woman close, she kissed her, her mouth slanting and tugging at Inella's, her tongue teasing the woman's lips apart. Soon Inella's tongue was playing and chasing Viera's and her hands were roaming across Viera's gossamer-clad flesh. Aru's hand stilled on his cock. He was nearing his release already, but he didn't want this to end yet. He didn't want it to ever end.

“Bring her to the bed.” He was amazed at how steady he sounded, when inside he was vibrating like a string drawn to its very limit, ready to snap in two.

Viera reluctantly broke the kiss and slid her hand into Inella's. With a smile, she led the other woman to the bed. Aru's eyes raked Inella from her flushed and sweat-damp face to her swollen breasts with their pebbled nipples, to her ribcage rising and falling with burgeoning excitement. When she noticed his attention, she turned toward him, pulling her shoulders back so that her breasts thrust out like an offering. Viera covered them with her palms, squeezing gently, then bent and took one hard nipple in her mouth. He couldn't drag his gaze from the sight of her lips and tongue tugging and suckling at that peaked pink tip. Until he realized just where her hand was going. As it descended Inella's torso and slid between her thighs to probe and play, his nostrils caught their first scent of the woman's musk, clean and earthy and rich. His mouth began to water.

“Make her lie down,” he said evenly, feeling a trickle of fluid drip down onto his fingers as his cock twitched and welled in his hand.

Gently, slowly, Viera nudged Inella onto the bed. The blonde woman stretched out on her back, her breasts plumped and pointing at the ceiling, her legs bent but demurely closed. Viera climbed up beside her, her hand skimming up from her delicate ankles over her knees to the curve of her hip, the hollow of her waist, the swell of her breast. Then they were kissing again, tongues coiling in a carnal dance as old as life.

“Open her legs, Viera,” he said, his hand beginning once more to stroke up and down the length of his shaft. “I want to see her.”

Their lips still joined, Viera slid her hand down between Inella's thighs. Unhurriedly, she pushed them apart. Aru moved to stand near their feet. His eyes fastened on the apex of Inella's legs, the damp curls there, the brief glimpses of her slit that became visible to him as she wriggled on the bed.

“Kiss her, Viera,” Aru croaked.

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound of pleasure. “I am kissing her.”

He swallowed, tore his eyes from Inella's cunt and dragged them up to Viera's face. “Between her legs, Viera. Kiss her between her legs.”

At his words, Inella gave a muffled cry. Shock? Dismay? Truth be told, Aru didn't much care. His entire awareness right now was bent on the thought of Viera's pouting, pink mouth on Inella's pouting, pink cunt. On her tongue lapping the wet length of Inella's furrow, on her lips suckling the swollen flesh of Inella's clitoris.

“
Shh
, love,” Viera whispered softly, for Inella's ears alone. Even now she didn't realize how keen Aru's senses were, especially when he was aroused. “Relax, my dear,” she breathed against Inella's neck. “I want to taste you. I want to touch you everywhere. I want to kiss you here.” Her fingers twirled in the thick hair covering Inella's mound, teasing and light, almost tickling her. Turning a heavy moment into something playful. Inella sighed acquiescence and returned Viera's tender kiss with a fervor that made something clench painfully and unnervingly inside Aru.

Even as his hand worked his cock, even as Viera began to kiss and caress her way down Inella's torso, Aru's misgivings grew. He was still on fire to watch Viera drink up Inella's nectar, still eager to see her do all manner of wicked things to the other woman. Why then would such a gentle, sweet, almost innocent kiss fill him with disquiet?

Viera had now crawled between Inella's spread legs, and Aru shook his head, dismissing the question for what it was—an irrelevant distraction. He shifted to one side so he could see everything. Viera's lips and tongue trailed a path of wet kisses from Inella's inner thigh, up to her belly, then down again on the other side. Inella's hips undulated with every touch. Aru looked at her face. Her hair was strewn like a silk carpet beneath her, her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted on panting, gasping breaths. Her hands were at her sides, fisted in the blankets as she waited for what was to come.

When he looked again, Viera was running one thumb along the seam of Inella's inner lips. Like the petals of a flower, they opened to the air, slick and pink, her clitoris standing rigid as a stamen. She drew in a hissing breath as the chill in the room washed over her aroused flesh, and another when Viera's naughty thumb pressed down on the button of her clit.

Aru's heart hammered, the noise of rushing blood hissing in his ears. “Do you like that, Inella?” he heard himself ask, as if from far off.

“Ahhh, yes,” Inella whispered.

“Do you want my Viera to kiss your pretty pearl, Inella?”

Inella only let out a wordless whimper.

“Tell me, Viera,” he asked softly. “Does Inella want you to kiss her there?”

Viera smiled over her shoulder at him. “I think she must.”

His hand stilled on his cock. Her eyes locked on his, putting words in his mouth. “How can you tell?”

He watched as her fingers slid deep into the other woman's slit, spreading the plump lips wide open. “Because she's so wet.” Her thumb pressed down again on Inella's clit, harder this time, eliciting an eager little wriggle and a high-pitched squeal.

“Is she?” Aru croaked, a steady rivulet of fluid trickling down the length of his shaft.

Viera drew her hand away and showed him her fingers, glistening with Inella's juices, before licking them clean. He watched without breath, even his heart standing still in his chest as his vision narrowed to exclude everything else in the room.

“Very, very wet,” Viera replied, her eyes flicking down to his dripping cock, then back up to his face.

And then she dipped her head forward, her nostrils flaring at the scent of Inella's arousal, and dragged her tongue up that sopping, swollen valley, from opening to clit and back down again.

“Ahhh, Salgrim help me…”
Inella gasped, her back arching right off the bed.

Dizzy with excitement, Aru stepped closer, leaning in, taking great care that no part of him touched either woman. He could see Viera's tongue working the rigid nub of Inella's clit, could hear the wet, lapping noises it made. He was so close to coming, he thought he might die of it.

So was Inella. Her whole body was drawn taut like a green twig about to split, her back arched, her legs splayed, her nipples tight and pointed. She murmured, “Salgrim help me, Salgrim help me,” over and over, clinging to the god's name as if to an anchor. Her hands tunneled into Viera's hair to pull her face harder against her sex, dislodging the combs that held it back. Aru almost screamed his frustration as a wavy auburn lock fell across Inella's thighs, blocking his view.

But his Viera, she was quick. Gathering up her tresses, she tossed them over her shoulder and out of the way, her tongue on Inella's cunt never missing a stroke. As he watched, pulling his cock faster and faster, she pushed two fingers into Inella's channel, all the way to the last knuckle, then took the hard knot of Inella's clit into her mouth and sucked. Hard. Inella screamed—not the god's name, nor Viera's, nor any other's. Her cry was wordless and primal, like the howl of an animal. It resounded in Aru's flesh, setting his every nerve to quivering as his balls tightened and his cock began to buck in his grasp. He gasped with the force of his release, and his come spattered all over Inella's thighs and belly, all over her still seizing cunt. And as he trembled with the last, agonizing spasms of his orgasm he watched Viera lap up his seed and the last glistening wetness that lingered between Inella's legs.

And watching, he was hard again almost instantly.

But Viera was done for the night. With one last kiss for Inella's quivering sex, she slid off the bed and stood, her camisole whispering about her breasts and hips. Reaching out, she took Inella's hand and helped her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. Viera's hand brushed across the other woman's cheek in a quick caress, before she turned to Aru.

“Good night.”

He stared at her, at her luscious, curvy body, her tumbled-down hair, her lips wet and face still glowing with the dampness of Inella's come and his own. She had given to both of them tonight and had taken no pleasure herself, but he could not have imagined a more satisfied expression on anyone's face. She didn't gloat, precisely, but it was clear that she had got exactly what she wanted. The fact that Aru was stiff and ready again could only please her better.

He opened his mouth to bid her good night, then thought better of it. He wasn't capable of controlling himself right now. If he spoke, it would only be to beg her to stay, and the moment he did that, he was lost.

He watched her turn and leave, taking Inella with her, and something went cold and hollow inside him. His cock seemed impervious, lusting with the mindlessness of a beast, even as all Aru's doubts and recriminations came rushing in to fill the emptiness.