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Cat's Eyes Ch.2 2/4
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Well-met By Moonlight -- Catseyes II
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© 1994 Tenebra
Part 2.
Amber did indeed promise to arrange it....
"You forgot," he repeats, not a question this time, a statement. "This
be Taryn."
Finally I get around to looking at his companion, who seems amused by
the exchange.
*Blessed Lady.*
All I can think is, Midwinter's Night come to living flesh. Everything
about him is that dark -- hair, skin, the eyes that he raises to meet
mine -- and has that same kind of beauty, very real, yet as potentially
dangerous as the creatures who stalk the darkest night of the year.
Even the leathers he's wearing, like any fighter might choose, are utter
black.
This is not someone you want to have angry at you....
He's smiling welcome, though, moving aside enough to leave room for me
between them on the black cloak spread on the grass. What am I going to
do but accept the invitation and settle myself in the space they've left
me?
"You did not tell me if you like your own sex," Amber explains. "I
thought you would like Taryn, and he you."
He's so very serious, and I'm suddenly so nervy, that I want to laugh;
could he not have *warned* me at least? I'm used to quick tumbles with
fighters and guides like myself, usually with little finesse and less
excitement, and as often as not never seeing them again; Amber himself
is very different, let alone *this*....
Taryn chuckles softly. "Lady, I fear I've the advantage of you. Amber,
since we found one another again yestereve, has been telling me about
you at length and with such enthusiasm that I could not bear to tell him
no. I had *thought* I made it clear he was to ask you first," he frowns
at Amber, who just grins, completely unfazed. "However, who can talk
sense into a cat of any breed?"
I relax, somewhat; it would be a lie to say that the idea of being with
both at once doesn't fascinate me, and my body is beginning to respond
to the images playing through my thoughts. Amber shifts position,
starts rubbing my shoulders, virtually radiating impatience.
"Talk later," he suggests. "Get undressed now."
"Mad kitten," Taryn tells him affectionately. "Not everyone prefers
that order." With one hand under my chin, he tilts my face up to his,
kisses me gently. "The choice lies in your hands, Kiriel," he says
gravely. "Which do you prefer?"
Somehow, I manage to shake off my shock, and smile. "This time, I
think, Amber has the right of it."
"This time," Amber mutters in disgust, and Taryn laughs again.
Amber starts unfastening and removing anything in reach on any of the
three of us, with his usual directness; Taryn is more willing to take
his time, as gentle and careful as he might be with a complete virgin.
I'm not used to that, it feels a little strange, but I decide I like it.
Under treatment like *that* the last traces of my unease vanish. By the
time Taryn and I have lost the last of our clothes, Amber is fidgeting
restlessly.
"Patience, kitten," Taryn tells him. "We've the whole night, there is
no hurry."
"Why be patient?" He dips his head to lick one of my nipples; I'm not
ready for it right then, I gasp. Taryn chooses that moment to kiss me
again, and suddenly I have one at my lips, one at my chest, both
equally passionate about their tasks. Carefully, Amber pushes me down,
Taryn steadying me before I can crack my head on the ground, and I'm
lying on my back with two of the sexiest males of *any* race that I've
ever seen intent on me, one at each breast. Goddess, it feels good, I
think I could lie right here forever and let them do that....
Amber starts to wander, though, downwards, across my stomach -- he's in
no hurry at *this* -- quick mhaurri tongue teasing every nerve alive and
awake and screaming with need. He nudges my legs apart, buries his face
between them, and all the while Taryn is nibbling at my throat, breath
warm against my skin.... I can hear myself moaning, Taryn pauses to
press a kiss to my lips, I reach up to hold him there, delighted with
the taste of him. Too soon, I think, he pulls gently away, but he
returns to my nipples and I stop thinking anything but pleasure. Amber
is purring again, I can feel the vibrations as he licks hungrily at my
juices -- and freely they must be flowing, too! He moves upwards,
tongue flicking directly across my clit now, and I feel every muscle in
my body clench as intense pleasure shivers through me, gone too quickly.
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End of Part 2.
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