Threesomed 2(8)

By: New Dawning Books


Muca stretched and accepted her beverage. She guzzled the ale, surprised she was so thirsty. "I'm your friendly Puss In Boots who greeted you earlier in the day. My Master the Marquis of Carabas will help you get out from under the ogre's thumb."

His raised eyebrows belayed his surprise and amusement. "You don't look like a cat now. In fact, you look much more delicious. I could eat you." His grin warmed Muca's heart, as it spread up his face to crease his warm, chocolate brown eyes.

She laughed, a hearty sound that reverberated around the Inn. "Indeed, I'm not your ordinary cat. This is my transformed state, since I'm a magical creature. Your wife and her lover were kind enough to help me feel welcome and at ease in your lovely village."

"Stay with us for the night, Muca," Francesca said. "We have plenty of room. There's a guest room, or … " she gave Muca a coy smile. "You may sleep in my bed with me. Tibor won't mind."

"There's always room in our home," he said. "The baby's even quiet. Such a good boy. Our eldest daughter watches him when we need time alone."

"Absolutely I shall sleep with you tonight," Muca said. "I need lots of rest before I leave in the morning to deal with the ogre. He'll be out of your lives in no time. Wait and see."

Muca and her new lovers couldn't get out of the Inn fast enough. By the light of the full moon,, they raced down the road, with her in her human form, stumbling on rocks in her stiletto boots. Once inside Francesca's cottage, they headed immediately for the bedroom. Tibor opened the arched windows, letting in a cool breeze. Francesca flitted about the room lighting candles on the tables and in metal sconces hanging from the dark wooden ceiling beams. The delicate light cast a soft glow around the homey room, setting Muca at ease. Gyorgy helped himself to a cobalt blue glass bottle sitting on a rustic dresser next to the bed. He popped the cork, turned to Muca, and nodded in the direction of the lovely sleigh bed.

"Please lie down on your back. We have plans for you; our way to repay you for your help and kindness." Muca scooted backwards onto the bed as the scent of rosemary and juniper floated in the air, bringing an energized flush to her cheeks. Gyorgy sat the blue bottle back onto the dresser and rubbed oil on his hands while a puckish grin spread across his handsome face. Muca writhed on the bed, getting into a comfortable position for the delightful massage she was about to receive.

Gyorgy grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart. Instead of rubbing his strong hands against her calves, he held her fast while Francesca and Tibor pulled straps from the bottom corners of the bed.

"We like to get more adventurous in the privacy of our home, my lovely puss." Gyorgy held her legs fast while Francesca and Tibor strapped her into restraints. Losing control of her movement excited her so much her body began to shake with the thrill of her vulnerable state. She lifted her arms above her head, and Francesca and Tibor fastened her wrists into comfortable plush cuffs. Face up and spread-eagle, she watched them, relishing her position of total submission.

Francesca knelt before Gyorgy, fiddling with his slacks until she lowered them to the ground. He stepped out of them as he pulled his shirt over his head. He wore no under-garments. The powerfully built man, who towered above her, pumped his erect cock with one hand while he fondled Francesca's ample breast with the other. His long, black hair fell across his chiseled features, not quite masking his aroused expression. Milk from Francesca's breast trickled down his arm to drip on the floor.

"Come here," Muca growled. "I want to lick your arm."

She purred as she ran her tongue along his warm skin, tasting the sweetness of Francesca's life fluid. Gyorgy held his cock to her mouth, fisting her hair with his free hand.

"Here, taste this."

His cock tasted of olive oil, rosemary, and juniper. One of her favorite food combinations that made her mouth water so much drool rolled down her chin. He thrust in and out of her mouth with such abandon she almost didn't notice the pair of strong hands that kneaded her calves. Tibor knelt between her legs, massaging her skin until it tingled. When did he remove his clothes? I had no idea he was naked.

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