Divided

  “When I die, you mean?” Far asked quietly. “Sorry, Becca, but this needs to be said.” He looked at Truth. “Our bond is still quite young and new. I think you will survive without me. And I think Becca can help you—in time the two of you could become a couple.”

  “But I don’t want to be a couple!” Becca burst out. “I want to be a threesome—a triumvirate or whatever it was Vashtar called it.” She reached out and took their hands. “I want both of you,” she said earnestly.

  The moment she touched both of them at once, the familiar warm electric current started between them. Becca felt it tingle though her entire body, running from the tips of her breasts to the tender V between her thighs. Back before she had admitted to herself that she wanted both of them she would have snatched her hands away. Now she held on tighter. She was beginning to have an idea.

  “Do you feel that?” she demanded, squeezing their hands and looking at both of them.

  “Of course we feel it, mi’now,” Far murmured appreciatively.

  “We cannot help but feel it,” Truth said.

  “That’s energy running between the three of us—life,” Becca said fiercely. “Why can’t we try to channel some of that into Far? I don’t know if it will help but it’s worth a shot—and certainly better than sitting around on the bed snapping at each other.”

  “I don’t know if it will help either but I’m certainly not opposed to trying,” Far murmured.

  “I am willing to try it too,” Truth said grudgingly. He looked at his brother.

  “If you are up for it? I understand that bonding sex can be somewhat…vigorous.”

  “It doesn’t have to be,” Far assured him. “It can simply be a long, slow, leisurely lovemaking session. And as for my energy level…” He sat up straighter. “I feel healthier now than I have in days. I really do feel better with Becca nearby.”

  “I’m glad you’re feeling better.” Becca felt a surge of hope. Maybe they could bring Far back this way. She knew it sounded strange to think you could screw your way to better health but she’d seen so many weird things lately nothing surprised her anymore. And she had to believe there was at least a chance to save the light twin. To let herself think otherwise was terrible.

  “So how do you wish to do this?” Truth asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

  “Well I guess we should—wait!” Becca bit her lip. “Crap. I just thought of something.”

  “What is it, Becca?” Far asked.

  “Well, if we’re going to do this, all together I mean, then I’m going to need a little, um, help.” She cleared her throat. “And it’s been a long time since I had the bonding fruit juice back when we thought we were in the Mindscape.”

  “No problem. Truth?” Far motioned to his brother who disappeared for a moment and came back holding a familiar blue bottle with a flower shaped stopper.

  “Here it is,” he said, thrusting it at Becca. “I wanted to throw it away but Far insisted we keep it.”

  “And it looks like my optimism paid off.” Far smiled at her. “Would you like a glass?”

  “No, I can drink it from the bottle. It’s not like anyone else is having any.” Becca removed the stopper and the familiar sweet aroma of bonding fruit wafted out. Damn, it really did smell amazing—it was no wonder that Kat had told her she’d overdosed on it the first time she encountered it.

  The bottle was still over halfway full and Becca looked at it doubtfully, wondering how much to drink. She took a dainty sip and let the delicious juice which had notes of fresh peaches and buttered popcorn, among other things, swirl across her tongue.

  “Will that be enough?” Far asked doubtfully. “Don’t forget, Becca, when our shafts are fused together the diameter will be quite large.”

  Remembering how long and thick both of her men were, Becca nodded.

  “You’re right. Better to be prepared.” Lifting the bottle again, she took a much larger swallow and then another for good measure.

  “Be careful!” Far protested. “I didn't mean for you to drink that much. The juice is pretty potent, isn’t it?”

  “That’s what Kat said.” Becca nodded and took another swig as the familiar warm tingling swept through her body.

  “Enough!” Truth snatched the bottle from her hands. “What are you trying to do to yourself, Rebecca? Drink enough to make you not care who you’re bonding with?”

  “Maybe I just want to drink enough so I don’t care that I’m bonding with a man who hates me,” she shot back.

  “I do not hate you,” Truth said stiffly, putting the stopper back in the bottle and placing it on the nightstand. “I just…don’t understand you.”

  “I do,” Far said softly. “I think what Becca is trying to show us is that she’s committed to this act. The amount of bonding fruit juice she just drank ensures that there’s no backing out. She will need us to bond her and breed her as one in order to overcome the effects.”

  Becca felt her whole body flushing with a combination of embarrassment and desire. Why could Far always read her so easily?

  “You’re right,” she said. “Right as always, Far. How do you know me so well?”

  A little smile played at the corners of his mouth. “The two of you mocked me for doing research on your backgrounds and customs but sometimes it pays to be studious.”

  Becca smiled back and took a deep breath.

  “All right, so…I guess we should be getting out of our clothes?”

  “I assume so.” Truth nodded and they both began to undress.

  “Wait…” Far stopped them with a raised hand.

  “What?” Becca asked. “You don’t uh, want us naked?”

  “Of course I want you naked, mi’now,” he murmured. “But I want to be the one to make you that way. Or rather, Truth and I both. Will you allow us to undress you?”

  “I…suppose,” Becca stopped tugging at her blouse—which happened to be a red silk one with tiny pearl buttons down the center, and sat back on the bed. “Well…go ahead,” she murmured, turning to the light twin.

  But Far shook his head. “Go to Truth first. Let me watch him touch you while I gather my strength.”

  Becca turned hesitantly towards the dark twin and saw the same uncertainty on his face that she felt on hers. Though they had agreed to do this, she and Truth still weren’t exactly on happy terms. She could feel his lingering anger through their bond and she knew he hadn’t forgiven her for leaving just when things had gotten hard with Far.

  She wished that she could explain the weird vision she’d had that had driven her away from them, but she was afraid it would sound like she was lying—just making something up as an excuse. Worse, she might sound crazy. And she didn’t want her men thinking that of her, so she kept her reasons for leaving to herself.

  “Becca?” Far asked and she realized that she and Truth were just staring at each other, doing nothing.

  “I…don’t know about this,” she said. “No matter what he says, Truth is still upset with me—I can feel it.”

  “I can feel it too,” Far said quietly. “And you’re upset as well, Becca. There needs to be healing between the two of you before anything else can happen.”

  “And how do you expect to achieve this healing?” Truth snarled.

  “Slowly and patiently. Just do as I say,” Far directed.

  The dark twin looked like he wanted to protest but in the end he nodded.

  “All right. We will be guided by you.”

  “Becca?” Far looked at her questioningly.

  “Yes.” She nodded. “I will too.”

  “Good. Then go over to Truth.”

  Truth was standing by the side of the bed now, wearing his black flight trousers and his emerald green Kindred uniform shirt, half unbuttoned. Becca knee-walked over to him and came to a stop at the edge of the mattress, looking up at him. She could see emotions rolling through his pale gray eyes like storm clouds—anger, hurt, uncertainty…would he ever be able to forgive her?
br />   “Now,” Far said. “Look into her eyes, Brother. And tell our lady how beautiful she is and how much you’ve missed her.”

  “I…” Truth took a deep breath. “Far is right,” he said stiffly. “I have missed you, Rebecca. More…more than I can say.”

  Becca felt her heart swelling with love.

  “I missed you too, baby,” she murmured. Hesitantly, she reached up to cup his cheek. It was rough under her palm and she loved the scratchy feel against her fingers.

  “You are surpassingly lovely.” Truth’s voice was hoarse and she could feel his longing and sincerity coming through their partial bond. “Just being near you makes me think of the last time all three of us were together—really together.”

  “When we located the cache, you mean?” Becca could feel her cheeks getting hot as she remembered what the three of them had done but she kept eye contact anyway.

  “Yes. When you touched us and tasted us. And you were wearing that little white fur garment…” Truth’s eyes flashed. “Do you still have it? I would love to see you in it again.”

  Becca’s breath caught in her throat. “Not with me, I’m afraid. Right now I’m just wearing plain old lace—nothing special.”

  Truth caressed her collar bone with one finger, coming to rest on the top button of her blouse.

  “May I see?”

  Becca’s heart thundered in her ears but she turned to look at Far who nodded.

  “Yes, Brother—take off our lady’s blouse.”

  “Very well…” Truth spent a moment unbuttoning the tiny pearl buttons before he spread her red silk blouse wide and gave a low, hoarse exclamation. “Thought you said you weren’t wearing anything special,” he muttered, his eyes glued to her chest. “This certainly looks special to me.”

  “It’s just a lace bra and panty set,” Becca protested rather breathlessly. In fact, it was one of her nicer sets, a creamy white one that set off her mocha skin tones beautifully. The bra’s cups were unlined lace and the dark points of her nipples were clearly visible through the wispy material.

  “Turn and show my brother,” Truth directed. He turned Becca so that her back was to him and she was facing Far. Suddenly two large hands were pulling her red blouse all the way off, baring her lace-covered breasts completely.

  “What…what are you doing?” she asked uncertainly.

  “Showing you off,” Truth growled. “Look, Brother,” he murmured as he reached around in front of her and cupped her breasts. His long fingers teased the sensitive peaks of her nipples through the delicate lace, making Becca shiver and moan.

  “I see,” Far murmured, his black eyes half-lidded with lust. “How could I not? Our lady is beautiful.” He gave Becca a slow smile. “But she would be even more beautiful if her breasts were bare.”

  “Like this, you mean?” Truth was already unsnapping her front-hook bra and peeling it back to reveal her full breasts and achingly hard nipples.

  “Oh…” she whispered as he went back to teasing her, circling her tight buds slowly and pinching them every so often to make her gasp.

  “Gods you have gorgeous tits, Rebecca,” he murmured in her ear. “I love the feel of them in my hand—so full and ripe.”

  “I wonder what else our lady is concealing beneath her outer clothes,” Far said. “Tell me, Brother, do her panties match that lovely little bra?”

  “I don’t know.” Truth was already sliding one hand down to the hem of her black skirt and inching it up. “Why don’t we find out?”

  “Oh, but I…” The protest died on her lips as he pulled her skirt all the way up, revealing the little triangle of unlined lace which barely covered her pussy.

  “Well, look at that,” Far murmured. “They do match. And they’re even more see-through.”

  “Possibly because her cunt honey is making them transparent,” Truth drawled.

  Looking down, Becca saw to her mingled shame and pleasure that he was right. Her pussy was already wet and her juices were soaking right through the thin lace of her panties. She had the urge to close her legs but when she tried to, Far shook his head.

  “No, Becca, let us see you,” the light twin ordered. “Let Truth put your sweet little pussy on display.”

  “A-all right,” Becca whispered, feeling vulnerable and hot at the same time.

  “Look at this…” Truth ran one fingertip up the cleft between her pussy lips, tracing her sensitive slit through the lace. “Soaked through,” he murmured, tracing her again. “I love how your pussy gets so wet and hot for us, Rebecca.”

  “I…I can’t help it,” Becca moaned softly. “I…when you touch me that way…”

  Far was still watching appreciatively.

  “I think our lady Becca may be what our brethren the Blood Kindred call a numalla—a female who makes a lot of pussy honey.”

  “She’s certainly wet enough to be one,” Truth growled, tracing her cleft once more and making Becca moan when his fingertip bumped over her clit. “So sweet and hot and wet and I haven’t even touched her bare pussy yet.”

  “Take off her skirt,” Far said. “It will be easier to touch her without it in the way.”

  “As you wish.” Her skirt was already coming off and as Becca slipped out of it, she realized that only a tiny scrap of delicate lace kept her from everything they wanted to do to her…everything she wanted to let them do. Once she lost her panties she could be completely bare…completely open to whatever Far and Truth dreamed up.

  “So beautiful,” Far murmured, his eyes roving over her body. “So desirable…”

  “Speaking of which, what do you desire to see me do now, Brother? Should I remove her panties?” Truth growled softly. “Or do you want to watch as I tease her clit through them?”

  He suited actions to words, tracing her slit again and lingering on the swollen bud of her clit.

  “Oh!” Becca’s hips bucked involuntarily at his intimate caress.

  “That’s lovely, Brother, but I want her naked,” Far said, his voice thick with lust. “And keep her in this same position so I can see. When she’s bare, I want to watch you spread her pussy lips open and finger her soft little cunt again. This time with no panties in the way.”

  Becca caught her breath at his hot, dirty words. She was tingling all over now, her nipples hard little points at the end of her breasts and her pussy throbbing with need. Part of it was the effects of the bonding fruit juice, she knew. But part of it was being with her men—the way Truth touched her and the way Far looked at her was making her incredibly hot.

  “Come, Rebecca,” let’s get you out of those panties,” Truth murmured in her ear. He was already teasing them down her hips, slowly baring her pussy to his brother’s eagerly watching eyes.

  Becca blushed but made no protest as he slipped her panties off, taking his time about it as though he enjoyed the process of undressing her almost as much as the end product.

  When she was completely bare, Truth positioned her so that he was at her back once more. Becca was still on her knees but she found that the posture was beginning to be uncomfortable. The dark twin seemed to sense this because he urged her back until she was resting against him, her back and head pillowed against his broad chest.

  “Lean on me, sweetheart,” he murmured, running his big, warm hands down her arms and sides. “Relax and allow me to take care of you. Let me make you feel good.”

  At his soft words, Becca felt something melting inside her. It was easy to be at odds with Truth—he was a prickly son-of-a-bitch, even now that his Twin bond to Far had formed. But he was also one of the most loyal, brave, and loving men she’d ever met.

  “Oh, Truth…” she murmured and relaxed back against him.

  “That’s good.” Far smiled at them both. “I can feel the tension between you easing.”

  “How can it help but ease when you are here to guide us, Brother?” Truth murmured. “What would you have me do next?”

  “Spread her pussy lips,” Far directed, his
black eyes hot. “I want to see how wet the inside of her cunt is getting.”

  Becca blushed with mingled shame and pleasure as Truth followed directions, using his fingertips to open her pussy and show his brother her inner folds. Though it made her feel incredibly vulnerable to be on display this way, she made no move to stop him. In fact, she leaned back against him a little more and spread her legs, letting the dark twin do whatever his brother ordered.

  “That’s good, mi’now,” Far murmured. “And brave—so brave of you to lean back against Truth and let him spread your hot little pussy and show you off.”

  “Our lady knows I would never hurt her,” Truth said softly, kissing the side of her neck. “She knows her pleasure is the first thing on my mind.”

  “And I want you to pleasure her now,” Far directed. “Sink your fingers deep in the well of her cunt to gather her honey and then spread it all over her slippery little button. Go on, Brother—fingerfuck her. Stroke our lady’s pussy until she moans.”

  “With pleasure,” Truth growled. “But I want her to watch. Look down, Rebecca,” he murmured in her ear. “Look down and watch me finger you. Watch me caress that hot, beautiful little cunt and spread your honey all over your clit.”

  With a little moan, Becca did as he ordered. She bit her lip at the sight of his large tan hand against her mocha belly. The color contrast was beautiful—especially when he spread her swollen pussy lips and slid two long fingers down into the chocolate brown depths of her pussy.

  She gasped when she felt him penetrate her, trying to keep from crying out as he hit bottom inside her with his seeking fingers. Mother of God, it felt so good and it looked so hot when he touched her this deeply.

  “Gods, look at that,” Far murmured hoarsely as his brother’s fingers slid deep inside Becca’s cunt channel. “How I love to watch Truth touch you, mi’now. How I love to watch the pleasure you get from his fingers inside you.”

  “Fingers are…are good,” Becca panted. “But the bonding juice…I need…need more soon.”

  “Are you beginning to feel the need, Rebecca?” Truth growled softly. He withdrew his fingers and began to circle her clit in a slow, steady rhythm, sending showers of sparks radiating out from her pussy until she gasped. “The need for my brother and me to fill you completely?”