Spellbreakers (27 page)

Here, her hand met Leal’s fingers. Their searches had
finally joined. They both chuckled.

“Damn, it’s so hard!” said Leal, breathlessly, and that
is when the comical overtones of the archery lesson in the afternoon hit Daria
fully with a furious blush, and Ljung’s suppressed hilarity at the time was
explained. She suddenly burst to laughter, and she laughed and laughed,
helplessly.

“What now, eh?” asked Ljung puzzled and amused.

“Nothing, nothing, was just thinking, is all.”

“Thinking makes you laugh like that? I wonder what
drinking does to you,” he said, and then he abruptly shook himself free of
their embrace and stood up, water cascading down his body. Steam rose from his
skin in curling clouds as he stood in the glow of the fire.

For a horrible sinking moment Daria was afraid that
she had offended him, but in fact he was laughing, too.

“Come on, you two,” he said holding out a hand to each
of them. “This pond is good to warm things up, but I ain’t a duck to make love
a-floating. Let’s move somewhere more suitable, shall we?”

****

They made a bed of sorts between the fire and the hot
pool, piling all their blankets and cloaks. It was warm under the vault. The
very paving stones were hot underfoot.

They sank on the bed in a heap of kisses, or so it
felt to Leal. A tangled hungry kissing, Ljung and Daria, Ljung and herself,
herself and Daria, a three-way meeting of lips and tongues, searching, sharing,
butting teeth—and laughter. Hands ran on arching backs and soft flanks, on long
muscular legs, hard haunches, buttocks, soft and firmer. Textures identified a
body for a moment then everything moved and shifted.
New
lovers in a kaleidoscope of sensations, making new shapes and colors with the
smallest movement.

Finally she stopped kissing his lips to move down,
hungry to know the rest of him. She caressed his throat, the hollow bit between
his collar bones,
the
expanse of his chest, puzzled by
the thin scatter of dark hairs on it. She stopped to kiss and lick his nipples,
enchanted that they went pointy and hard exactly like hers. She kissed down the
middle of his belly, where a thicker trail of dark curly hairs led the way
down, down, down.

She met Daria down there, and they grinned to each
other.

His member was stiff, lying across his belly, pointing
up to his navel. Leal smiled, stroking its base tentatively,
then
palming his balls, gently, gently. The one thing she had learnt—from a
spectacularly loud horsing accident she had once witnessed—about intimate male
anatomy was to treat these gently. Daria seized his shaft and softly stroked,
up and down, in a tentative rhythm that he seemed to approve, because his
breath caught in his chest and he gave a soft moan. Daria smiled again. Leal
leaned down to look closer at his glans and then, on a whim, opened her mouth
and took it between her lips. It seemed just the right size and shape, and her
mouth felt painfully empty after all the kissing. She missed his tongue. She
gave an uncertain lick and sucked it in for a moment, unsure.

She felt his hand stroking her hair, and gently
holding her down. She sucked him again, longer, feeling on her tongue the silky
sheen of his glans, and the plush yielding softness of his retreating foreskin.
He moaned again, and she smiled. So it was as good for a boy as it was for a
girl.

“Hey, me, too,” said Daria.

Leal let go and watched her friend sucking his cock
in. It was not a really elegant sight, and yet it was the most erotic thing she
had ever seen Daria doing, and she immediately felt the need to touch herself,
feed the fire that was growing in her.

“Can I?” asked Daria, watching her.

“Can you what?”

“Have him first.”

Leal reeled for a moment, thrown by this directness.
But then, this was Daria, after all. She grinned and nodded, and Daria rose to
her knees, and went to straddle Ljung’s body.

****

Daria’s head went dizzy when she kneeled over him,
slightly uncertain and yet eager to have him inside her. She had never ever
imagined for a second she’d ever want such a thing, let alone want it so badly,
but right now she’d cry if she could not have him. She was already wet from the
kisses and the caresses, and the sheer strength of her long-frustrated desire.

So it was a slight check on her mood when he laid a
hand on her thigh and stopped her.

“Easy there. Are you sure you are ready for this?”

“Oh, hunter, you have no idea.”

He smiled but sat up nonetheless and smoothly
dislodged her from his lap and laid her on her back. Daria looked up at him in
a fever of lust.

“Please, please, please,” she murmured, and then
checked herself. Was she really
begging
him?

This was Leal’s place, to beg for pleasure. But there
was nothing she could do about it. She looked at him, and there was nothing
else she could do. “Please,” she said once more.

He laughed, and caressed her heaving breasts, pinching
her nipples lightly between thumb and fingers. Then he leaned down on her and
kissed her navel, digging in it with her tongue. Daria’s chest heaved harder in
a gasp of anticipation as his rough chin and then his lips traced a path of
grit and silk down her belly. She moaned loudly when his lips touched her sex
lightly, but his mouth moved away. She whimpered, and then moaned again louder
when his teeth dug delicately in the cusp of thighs, in the warm, tender skin
between her outer lips and her leg. She almost screamed when the nibbling
turned into a bite. It almost hurt, but not quite, and when it was over she
found herself wanting more. She wanted so much from him that she might die of
it if he stopped now. Then she felt his tongue, just the tip, brushing her
inner lips, her clitoris and then down again, a bit deeper in, a bit longer,
and all else was forgotten.

“Oh, oh, please.”

His tongue explored her deeper, and then his lips
enveloped her clitoris, tongue dancing round and round.
And
then inside her again.
She was so wild with desire that she felt herself
wavering on the edge of orgasm already.

“All right, all right, I’d say you are ready,” said
Ljung laughing, and she watched him sitting up and beckoning to her. “Come
here, then,” he said.

Daria got to her knees shakily and climbed onto his
lap. His member bounced up as if to meet her, and she had one last moment of
uncertainty. Then he took it in his hand and held it up. He gave her a
questioning look. She lowered herself on him and took his length inside her
inch by inch.

She had never dreamed two bodies could match so well.

He rose up through her flesh like warm silk, but with
hardness and pulsing life in its core. When she took him inside her, she forgot
everything else for an instant.

It was a perfect moment.

****

Leal hugged him from behind while Daria lowered
herself along his member and he leaned back in her arms, pulling her face close
to kiss her eyes, nose,
lips
. Then their mouths locked
in another deep, deep kiss, and he let himself go to her completely.

Which as it turned out was a mistake because she was
not well braced to take his weight so that he more or less fell into her lap.
She laughed softly and leaned down on him, which simply landed her beautiful
pointy breasts into his open mouth.

He took a nipple between his lips, sucking it greedily
while Daria bore down on his cock, taking him deeper and deeper inside her. He
moaned with pleasure and then sucked Leal’s other nipple, reveling in its
tautness. Like an unripe raspberry, but without the acerbity. Leal was all
honey.

He moaned again, wanting more of that honey, and he
gently disengaged himself from her embrace. He pushed her off so he could lie
flat on his back. She looked at him with a questioning, slightly hurt frown,
and he smiled to her.

“Come here. Let me taste you,”

She stared at him with huge pale eyes, and he gently
stroked her sex to make his meaning clear. She gasped and shuddered a little,
as if the thought was a bit unsettling, and he smiled again. “It’s all right.
Come here.”

She moved uncertainly to straddle his mouth, facing
Daria, and he pulled her down to kiss the inside of her thighs, and her soft
labia. He heard her moaning softly. He licked between her labia and her warmer,
wetter slit, and then up to her clitoris. It was already engorged and eager,
and he sucked on it until she shuddered and began rubbing her sex on him. When
he was sure that any embarrassment she had felt was well out of the way, he
licked up and up into her slippery, ready slit.

She was more fruit than honey after all, but, oh, so
delicious. He lapped greedily into her juices while Daria became wilder.

She was plunging down his length harder and faster. He
luxuriated in this double pleasure for a while, but he knew he had better do
something soon or one or both of these two girls might end up being
disappointed.

He moved back to licking Leal’s clitoris and slowly
inserted a finger in her wet, hot flesh. He felt her responding to the pleasure
freely and eagerly, and he added a second finger then two, licking and licking
and licking on her clitoris all the time. He felt her going wild with the
pleasure and bearing down on his mouth for more, for a harder, deeper contact.
He took his tongue out of the way and let her find her own pleasure as she
wished, rubbing on his lips, chin, teeth. He abandoned himself to her need and
felt her coming on his face like warm rain.

****

Daria watched Leal’s pleasure mounting with a rage of
excitement. She reached out to her, pulling her close to kiss her, knead her
breasts, her buttocks,
her
back. She felt Leal’s
growing moans in her own mouth as breath and vibrations. At the last moment
Leal almost collapsed, sinking her face in Daria’s breasts with a last cry, and
Daria held her until she caught her breath.

Wow, he must be
good,
thought Daria smiling inwardly.

When Leal moved shakily away from Ljung’s face, Daria
lay down on him to kiss him. She could taste Leal’s juices in his mouth. She
didn’t mind that, but she kissed him fiercely until all other tastes were
washed away and it was all him. She moved slowly along his body, absorbing the
heat of his skin and the pleasure of his member rising and ebbing in her. And
then he stopped her.

He pushed her slightly up, smiling, and turned over to
lay her on her back. Daria sighed, waiting for him to take her again, but
instead he moved between her legs to lick her. She moaned, astonished by the
strange new sensation of his tongue on his clitoris now that her sex had been
rubbed almost numb on his pubis for minutes. It was almost uncomfortable for a
moment, and then suddenly delicious again when his fingers joined his tongue,
entering her slit once, twice and again. All the pleasure and all the tension
came together then in a growing, mounting, fugitive bliss. She tried to escape,
to retreat from it, to draw it out a little longer, but she missed the moment,
and the orgasm grew on her, inexorable, to explode into her body like a wave of
throbbing fire. She moaned louder and louder, and then quieter, until she was
quiet, holding his head to her body.

After that she felt at peace, and she turned on her
side with a contented sigh, watching Ljung in an awe of adoration as he called
Leal to him, laid her gently on her back, kissed her face, her neck, her
breasts. Then he opened her legs delicately and stroked her sex until she
smiled dreamily. He murmured something in her ear that Daria did not catch, and
Leal put her arms around him, nodding.

He took her on her back, very slowly at first. Daria
could see Leal’s face from one side, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth
barely open. Then Ljung clutched her head to his shoulder as his rhythm mounted
and grew wilder. Leal’s legs went up round his sides, holding him with all she
had, and he came with a low groaning moan muffled in her throat and shoulder.

Daria felt that she was drifting off to sleep. She
curled up close to their warm bodies, and they slowly disentangled their
intertwined limbs to lie down.

Ljung lay flat on his back, and Daria and Leal nudged
their way on each side of him, close in his embrace.

He took a long breath and kissed their heads in turn
before falling fast asleep.

****

In the morning Leal woke up at first light and watched
him sleeping for some time. He was again on his back, although at some point or
other of the night they had all tossed and turned, unused as they were to
sleeping all together. Daria had rolled on her side and lay with her back to
his right side, curled up against the morning chill that had descended even
under the misty vaults of the ruined thermae.

His hair was tangled again, and his face was quite
expressionless in his sleep, neither happy nor somber. He looked even stranger without
life and smile animating his eyes and lips.
Stern and
ageless.
Remote.