We'll Take You Both As Many Times A Day As You Can Handle

“Ahhhh... oh…” Taylor’s moans spilled out freely, soft and needy, her head thrown back as Geri’s mouth latched onto her breast. His tongue teased her with slow, wet strokes, while his hand gripped her waist tightly.

She writhed against him, her fingers tangled deep in his hair, pulling him closer, like she could never get enough.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Geri groaned, the words muffled against her skin, his lips wrapped around her nipple, pulling a sharp cry from her.

Tara sat frozen, her lips slightly parted, heart racing as she watched her sister come undone.

“Do you like what he does to her?” Amarok’s deep voice rumbled behind her.

She flinched but nodded. The truth hit her hard. She feared this—feared how much she longed for it. Her body burned for it. For that same look in Taylor’s eyes. That same bliss. That same release.

A small, wicked smile pulled at Amarok’s lips as he cupped her cheek and kissed her. Tara gasped at the force of it, but she kissed him back with a hunger that shocked even her. He bit down gently on her lower lip, claiming access to her mouth and dove in, sucking hard on her tongue like he needed her to breathe.

This wasn’t like the first kiss. This was rough. Raw. Possessive. The kiss left her breathless and weak in the knees, her chest rising and falling fast as she clung to his arms.

“Look,” he whispered darkly, turning her face back to the scene before them.

Taylor was nearly naked now, her dress bunched at her waist, underwear barely hanging on. The night air kissed her flushed skin, her nipples hard and swollen from Geri’s mouth. Both men stared at her like she was the only thing they could ever want.

Geri kissed her hard, gripping her jaw.

“I can never get enough of you… Do you know how much you both teased us?” His eyes flicked from Taylor to Tara, voice heavy with lust.

“They’re about to find out, brother,” Amarok growled low in Tara’s ear.

His hand slipped beneath her gown, gliding up her inner thigh. She clenched her legs, instinctive, but Amarok didn’t like that. With one swift move, he forced her legs apart, her back pressed firmly against his chest as they both sat in the chair.

“Don’t hide from me,” he growled. The heat in his voice made her shiver.

His fingers found her panties, already soaked. He rubbed slowly, teasing her through the fabric. Every motion made her tremble, but he didn’t let her close her eyes.

“Keep watching your sister,” he whispered again.

Geri kissed down Taylor’s stomach, dragging his tongue over her soft skin until he reached her thighs. He nuzzled between her legs, burying his face right into her panties, inhaling her scent like a starving wolf.

Then, he licked her inner thigh, then her toes, sucking on each one, eyes locked on hers the whole time. Tara gasped just as Taylor did when he yanked her panties down in one swift pull.

Both men chuckled, amused.

Behind Tara, Amarok slid the strap of her gown off her shoulder, exposing her chest. His palms molded around her breasts, kneading and cupping them with need.

When he pinched her nipples, a choked moan escaped her, her head falling back helplessly onto his shoulder.

“Eyes on Taylor,” he whispered, lips grazing her ear.

Tara’s gaze returned to her sister—now a complete mess. Taylor writhed beneath Geri’s mouth, legs spread wide and trembling. Geri's tongue lapped at her core in deep, slow strokes that had her gasping and moaning uncontrollably.

“Hmmmm… ohhh… G-Geri... I—please…” she begged in a soft whimper, her hips rocking against his mouth, her voice breaking with every word.

“She begs, brother…” Amarok said darkly, as his fingers now circled Tara’s soaked folds, still over her underwear. “What do you beg for, Taylor?”

Geri lifted his head for a second, his face glistening with her juices. “Fuck, brother… she tastes like heaven. If it exists, she’s the proof.” He dipped his head and dove back in.

Tara’s entire body was on fire. Her breath caught, her legs shaking, eyes wide as Amarok stroked her over her soaked panties.

“You see how Geri ruins Taylor?” Amarok whispered. “You’re next. And it’s going to be wild when I taste you. When I make you scream my name, when I make you fall apart.”

Taylor began screaming again, her voice rising as Geri’s tongue worked harder, faster. Words spilled from her lips—some in English, others in something unknown. Her body thrashed, her thighs squeezing his face as she came violently.

“Geri! Ohh!” she cried, her body locking and trembling as her orgasm crashed into her like a wave. She convulsed in his hold, her voice sharp and high-pitched, face twisted in pleasure.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept licking until she went limp in his arms. Only then did he pull up and kiss her hard.

“You’re amazing… and delicious,” he said, licking his lips.

Geri turned his gaze to Tara. She was breathless, flushed, her eyes glassy and full of want. Amarok kissed her shoulder, then whispered, “It’s your turn, baby.”

He shifted her onto the chair, then knelt between her legs. With ease, he lifted her thighs onto his shoulders, spreading her wide. His eyes glowed with dark hunger.

Meanwhile, Geri held Taylor against him, guiding her hand to his hard length under his robe. “Touch me,” he said gently.

Taylor hesitated.

“Don’t be shy. Just like that… stroke me slow.” He placed his hand over hers, guiding the movement. Taylor obeyed, her cheeks flushed, eyes flicking toward her sister.

Tara let out a sharp cry when Amarok’s mouth finally met her core. He kissed her over her panties, then yanked them aside with one hand and plunged his tongue deep between her folds.

Tara screamed, hips jerking, thighs clenching around his head.

“Hmm—Amarok!” she gasped.

He groaned against her, tongue pushing deeper, dragging her body to the edge again and again. Her fingers gripped the chair, her head flung back as she trembled.

“She loves what she sees,” Geri murmured, watching Taylor’s eyes flutter. “Right, baby?” he asked.

Taylor nodded silently, still stroking him, now a little faster, watching as Amarok wrecked her sister.

“This is just the beginning,” Geri whispered. “There’s so much more we’ll teach you. This is just the tip.”

Amarok growled low, his tongue moving harder now, faster, fingers joining in, rubbing circles on Tara’s clit. She screamed louder, her voice echoing through the room.

“That’s it, brother,” Geri praised. “She’s almost there. Make her see the stars.”

Tara’s back arched, her hands reached for nothing, her eyes wide open as the orgasm slammed into her. A gush of wetness poured from her, soaking Amarok’s face as she convulsed hard.

“F-fuck! Baby!” Amarok groaned, licking every drop, not stopping until she trembled in his hands.

The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and heartbeats.

Amarok kissed Tara softly. “Goddess… you’re so beautiful when you fall apart.”

Both men stood, naked now. The robes forgotten.

They carried the girls gently to the large bed and laid them side by side.

“Spread your legs,” Geri ordered.

Both sisters obeyed, dazed and still trembling.

Amarok and Geri stood at the foot of the bed, stroking themselves slowly, their eyes fixed between the girls’ legs.

Taylor blinked up at them, confusion in her gaze. “We thought you would…”

Amarok cut her off. “This is safer, baby. We promise. When the time is right, we’ll take you both as many times a day as you can handle.”

Geri hummed in agreement, eyes locked on Tara. “You won’t have to beg then. We’ll give you everything.”

The room filled with the raw sound of their growls as they stroked themselves harder, the sight of the sisters—wet, open, ready—pushing them toward the edge.

This was only the beginning.