I tried to say that I didn't know what that meant, but Briac was standing by the vine-covered glass. He was nude, and I could see the ash-white of his skin, not moonlight skin like mine, but a gray-white that no one else in either court could boast. His shoulders were broader than Ivi's, and there was more meat and muscle to his body. Brii was still beautiful, graceful with his long yellow braid of hair trailing over one shoulder and down the front of his body so that it half hid the eager length of him, but he'd have had to unbind his hair to cover his grace completely. I lay there, bound hand and foot, unable to rise, or move, and there he stood over me nude and ready.
"This is not the way I would have come to you first, Princess Meredith," he said. He seemed almost embarrassed, which wasn't an emotion we allowed during sex much.
"He doesn't do bondage much, our Briac," Ivi said, and there was that teasing note that had become his speech, but that edge of sorrow that he'd had for so long was missing, as if there was no room for anything but that happy afterglow.
I pulled at the vines, and they moved against my skin, binding closer, twisting and alive, so that they tightened their grip as I tugged on them.
"Yes," Ivi said, "they're alive. They're a part of me, but they're awake, Meredith. Struggle and they tighten. Struggle too much and they'll tighten more than you want."
Brii dropped to his knees, then to all fours. He began to crawl toward me, and the vines on the floor writhed away from him, like small animals running from his touch. I couldn't help but move against the bindings just a little as he crawled toward me. The vines tightened, like hands reminding me to stop that, and I fought to be still as Brii was over me, still on all fours, so that I could see down the line of his body. See that he was hard, and ready, and I was going to need the work that Ivi had done between my legs to take him inside.
Brii leaned those full red lips, the most beautiful lips in either court, near my mouth and whispered, "Say yes."
I said, "Yes."
He smiled, then he kissed me, and I kissed him back, and then he began to push his way inside me.
Chapter Twenty-three
He stayed up on his arms as Ivi had done. Both of them were too tall to do the standard missionary position with me. Brii slid inside me more easily than Ivi had, but it wasn't because he was smaller.
"Goddess, she's so wet, but tight."
"Not as tight as she was before I had my turn," Ivi said. He moved up enough so I could see him past the sweep of Brii's shoulders. He looked down at me as the other man found his rhythm and began to dance his way in and out of me, his body pumping above mine, while Ivi held me for him.
Brii raised one hand from the floor where he was holding himself above me, and put his fingers on either side of my face. "I want you looking at me while I f**k you, Princess, not him." As if I'd insulted him by looking away, he proved that he might prefer gentle, but he had other speeds. He began to pound himself into me as hard and fast as he could, so that the sound of flesh hitting flesh, his labored breathing, and my small sounds of protest were all the world could hold.
It had been too soon since Ivi's good work, and Briac brought me quickly. One moment I was riding the building pleasure, the next my body was bucking and straining underneath him, fighting the orgasm, fighting the vines that held me down, my spine bowing, my neck thrown back so I screamed his name against the glass.
Briac rode my body until it quieted, and I was left blind and limp underneath him, and then and only then did he let his body do that one last thrust, so that he screamed wordlessly above me. Then he fell on top of me, limp, but his weight felt good and right. His heart pounded against my body, his breathing so harsh it sounded like he was still running as fast as he could as he lay there on top of me, too exhausted to move, too tired to do more than throw his body a little to the side so I wasn't smothered under his chest and stomach.
When he could finally move, he drew himself out of me, and that made me cry out again, and caused him to make a sound that was pleasure edged with pain.
He lay on his side beside me, and I could focus my eyes enough to see his own fluttering shut. He spoke in a voice that was hoarse and thick, "Goddess, that felt so good, almost too good."
"It almost hurts, doesn't it, after so long?" Ivi said, and I could see him now sitting on the couch, close enough that he'd had a ringside seat for the sex.
"Yes," Brii answered.
"Princess, can you hear me?" Ivi asked.
I blinked up at him and finally managed a breathy "Yes."
"Can you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Say something besides yes."
I gave a small smile and said, "What do you want me to say?"
He smiled. "Good, you really can hear me. I thought we might get you to pass out from pleasure."
"Not quite," I said.
"Maybe next time," he said.
That made me look at him a little harder, trying to chase back the amazing afterglow of it all. Dawn had come to the east, so there was white light to the western sky. The night had slipped away during all that sex.
"Didn't think there'd be next time," I said, and I realized that my voice was hoarse from screaming their names.
He smiled more widely, and his eyes held that knowledge that a man's eyes can after they've been with you in that most intimate of ways. "You ordered us to f**k someone else as soon as possible. You didn't order us never to f**k you again."
I couldn't argue with that, though it seemed like I should have, but I wasn't thinking quite clearly yet. My body still felt loose and liquid, as if I was only half inside it. I hadn't passed out, but it had been a near thing.