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Shockingly, it wasn’t so much sadness you felt as you realized the inevitable had happened–that your village had finally been conquered by the royal army–it was… nothing. You felt nothing at this revelation, although in the deep recesses of your mind, a quiet voice admonished that you should be ashamed for being so heartless. 

You shrugged away those thoughts, however, because there was a reason you were out in the wilderness all on your own, and had been for weeks. There was a reason why you were near delirious from hunger and dehydration, and you were as close to Death’s doorstep as you had ever been before. 

And as far as you were concerned, none of it was your fault. 

The familiar burn of anger and betrayal rose within you, making your eyes fill with furious tears as you shoved away from the tree and staggered forward, continuing your trek, as stupid and reckless as it was. 

Because you were heading straight for the enemy’s camp. 

It was senseless, you knew, dangerous, but you were so very hungry, and lured closer by the warm, comforting aroma that wafted toward you, promising something hearty and delicious to chase away the pangs of hunger stabbing through your belly. 

You had heard that the king took great care of his people–his royal army even more so–and your frazzled, hazy mind could only imagine the kind of feast they would indulge in tonight to celebrate their victory over your former people. 

The soldiers would be so lost to their revelry that it would be easy for you to just slip in and out of the perimeter of their camp. Take a small ration for yourself, a spare waterskin, too, just to keep you going, to keep you alive until you were far enough away from your village to be safe at last. 

And it was much easier to focus on this one task–find food and water–than the whole complicated and messy situation you now found yourself in. 

Your steps did not falter as you approached the edge of the camp. It had been set up in the large field on the outskirts of town, was now situated with numerous tents and horse-drawn carriages filled to the brim with supplies. 

There was one such carriage a few yards before you–left unattended–just like the crates set outside it. You could see rounds of bread peeking over the edge of the top crate, and your mouth began to water, your eyes too, as hopeful tears finally made an appearance and spilled over, streaking your dirty cheeks. 

You were too focused on the glorious food before you to realize you were no longer alone, and just as your trembling fingers gripped the crusty round of bread and pulled it free, you were grabbed from behind. 

You whimpered as you felt the cool blade of a knife beneath your chin, tipping up your frightened face as you clutched the bread to your chest and stuttered out an apology. 

“Save your sniveling,” a gritty voice snapped as a big hand closed around your arm and began to roughly steer you away from the carriage and further into the enemy’s camp. “You picked the wrong man to steal from, our fierce commander,” your captor rumbled. “And now you shall meet him and face the consequences.”

You were led to the largest tent, many a soldier’s wandering eye following your forced march, hoots of laughter and lewd taunts trailing you as you passed by. 

But you did not wilt under the attention–you would not–you had been through far too much already, and if you were to meet your gruesome fate this night, you would so with your head held high and your spine as straight as steel. 

Despite your brave thoughts, your stomach roiled with fear as you were brought before two hulking men, the leaders of the army, you assumed. They sat on a log before the fire outside their tent, talking quietly as they enjoyed their meal.

The bigger of the two had short blond hair neatly swept back from his handsome face, his shoulders as broad as you had ever seen and stretching the dark blue material of his tunic. The other man was beefier and brunette, his hair shaggy and curling over the collar of his red tunic as his dark eyes danced with amusement at whatever they discussed. 

You only had but a moment to drink them in before the man behind you roughly threw you to the ground at their feet as an introduction. To your great shock, rather than laugh or jeer like the other men had at your predicament, these two both looked disproving of your captor’s behavior. 

“Have care, you brute,” the brunette admonished. “That is no way to treat one so fair.”

“I caught her stealing a round of bread.” Your captor explained, holding the loaf aloft like it was the most damning of evidence. 

And you supposed it was. 

“Give it to her,” the blond man said calmly. 

You gaped at him, still sprawled in the dirt at his feet as your captor spoke behind you, sounding as flabbergasted as you yourself felt. 

“Come again, commander?”

“She’s clearly starving.” The commander rose to his feet, the sheer size of him making you tremble. 

You had no doubt that this man was the leader of the rest. Everything about him screamed strength, power, and authority–from the confident way in which he held himself, to the impressive sword gleaming at his hip.  

He drew closer to you, and you tried to scramble away, but with your captor at your back, you had nowhere to go and instead whimpered in fear–loathing the weak sound the moment it fell from your lips. 

“Be calm, fair one,” the blond murmured softly as he reached for you. His grip on your arm was firm but not painful as he pulled you to your feet before ushering you to the seat he himself had just vacated. Once you were sat, he pressed his own steaming bowl of stew between your shaking hands. “Eat.” 

You heard the brute from earlier huff, then turn on his heel and begin to stomp away, but the brunette beside you stayed his retreat with a terse, “Leave the round of bread for our guest.” 

And just like that, you suddenly had more food being offered to you–by the enemy–than you had eaten in weeks. 

The realization, and the shock of it all, had you going silent and curling in on yourself. You were scared, as much as you hated to admit it, even more afraid than you had been the day you had fled your homeland. 

The day you had fled for your life. 

Because now, you had foolishly gone and run straight into enemy territory. And if you thought that trying to survive on your own, with no food or shelter or anyone to help you, had been a challenge, you could only imagine what was in store for you now. 

And how ironic a fate, that in fleeing to survive, you had run straight to your doom.  

You watched warily as the army commander stepped away. He turned to his attendant who stood just outside the tent entrance, and although he kept his voice low, you could hear him request a bath be drawn for you for after you supped. 

Your face burned, because for the first time since you had left your home, you found yourself worrying about your appearance. You could only imagine how dreadful and unbecoming you looked after weeks out in the wild. 

Eyes dipping past the bowl of stew in your grip, you realized for the first time just how filthy you were. Your dress, which had once been a light gray and cream combo was now stained dark, covered in dirt and grime, and your boots were nearly worn straight through from your travels. 

Although you weren’t a true maiden–those didn’t exist in your poor village–you had always tried to take care of yourself and present well, and now that was yet another thing from your former life that you had lost.

The commander easing into the spot beside you broke you from your thoughts. As his arm brushed yours, you realized that you were now pinned between the two largest, most competent looking warriors you had ever seen.

The flare of panic was instant, and strong, and yet… you couldn’t help the curiosity that rose up within you. Trying to be subtle about it, you peeked back and forth on either side of you, amazed by the way that these two men defied what you had always been told–and imagined–about conquerors. 

They did not appear violent nor foul. In fact, they both looked freshly bathed, their clothing much finer than any you had seen before. But you supposed if they were as accomplished and victorious as you had heard about the king’s royal army, then they must want for very little, even in the field.

You glanced around the camp, observing that the other soldiers looked well-fed, their tents in very decent shape. They looked less like a crew of brutal savages and more like a noble party. 

Which only made you feel even more out of place. But you tried your best to push that aside, along with your anxiety and lingering fear, because more than anything–and most importantly–you were famished. As the incredible aroma of the commander’s stew filled your nose, your stomach gurgled loudly, causing the brunette beside you to bark a laugh. 

Cheeks warming with humiliation, you curled in on yourself, cradling the bowl to your chest as you gripped the spoon and began to shovel the stew into your mouth, forgetting your manners entirely. 

“Pace yourself, or your dinner will return before it's even settled in your belly,” the commander chided, but his voice was colored with amusement, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth as he watched you peek over at him as you slowed the pace of your eating. 

“Does our guest have a name?” the brunette asked you. At your hesitation–your fear put on plain display–his gaze softened. “I am Ari, and this is Steve,” he gestured toward the blond. “He is our fearless commander, and I am his irresistibly handsome lieutenant."

The urge to laugh was strong, but you suppressed it, still untrusting of these strangers as you took a moment to chew your food. Swallowing your mouthful, you licked your dry lips before quietly murmuring your name. 

Ari echoed your name in his deep baritone, making your belly flutter for some reason, and you found yourself quickly looking away, as he asked, “What is a woman doing out in the wild all on her own?”

It was as if Ari’s acknowledgement of your circumstances–and he and Steve witnessing your desolate state–made everything more real, made it all come rushing back to you now, as fresh as when it had first happened. You felt the familiar anger and resentment flood you, but you felt a well of shame too as you admitted, “If I did not flee my home, I would have been executed.”

Steve straightened beside you, a tic popping in his jaw as he stared at you for a long, quiet moment before he shared a look with Ari. “Well, now we are quite intrigued, brave one,” he told you.

Ignoring the flutter in your chest at the endearing title, you explained yourself, feeling an unexpected sense of relief as you were allowed to tell your story–your truth–to those willing to listen. 

Even if they were the enemy.

“My betrothed,” you sneered at the mention of him, “defiled my younger sister, so I made sure he would never defile another again. His father, who had bribed my own into the forced union, called for my head for maiming his heir and ending his family line. When it was clear that none would come to my defense nor aid, not even my own kin, I ran.”

There was a long, tense moment of silence once you finished speaking. You could feel the gravity of the situation settle over you–your new burden to bear–as Steve and Ari took a moment to process your tale. 

“We are not so different then,” Ari murmured eventually, sounding impressed by you and what you had done. “Fighting to protect those we love.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “We are nothing alike. You are conquerors.”

“Conquerors to your people, protectors to ours,” Steve rebutted as you glanced over at him. The corners of his lips curled slightly as he dipped his head to meet your fierce, fiery gaze head on. “I wonder, what shall we be to you, brave one?”

There was something in Steve’s words, something intimate with a touch of impropriety, that had you shivering. That made your breath stutter and catch in your chest as you stared at him, unsure of how to respond. 

It was starting to dawn on you at that moment, that perhaps you weren’t as in danger as you had originally presumed.

Nothing in the way Steve and Ari watched you spoke of violence or ill intent. Your eyes fell to your lap, to the empty dinner bowl cradled in your hands. They had willingly fed you, shared their very own rations with you–a stranger, an exile–and shown you the type of kindness and understanding that not even your own family had been able to muster. 

After everything you had done to protect and avenge your sister.

A well of sorrow at that realization opened deep within you, making your vision swim with the onslaught of tears that you furiously blinked away. Luckily, before you could try to cobble together a response, Steve’s attendant appeared, announcing that your bath was ready. 

“Go on,” Steve encouraged softly, his big hand warming the small of your back as he used the other to take your empty bowl. “You shall have your privacy for as long as you need it.”

Once again, you found yourself staring at him in disbelief. A hot meal in your belly, and now the promise of being clean. It perhaps seemed so small a thing, but to you, right now, after everything you had endured, it was the ultimate luxury. 

The ultimate kindness. 

At the unexpected luck–not doom–that had befallen you, you finally lost the battle with your tears, a few escaping that you quickly batted away as your insides curdled with embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just… overwhelmed,” you quavered, slowly rising to your feet, your sore and exhausted body protesting the entire time. 

You took a step before pausing, swaying on your feet as you rung your fingers before you then peeked over your shoulder. Your shy gaze darted from Ari to Steve as you whispered, “Thank you.” 

Ari gave you a big, beaming smile, and Steve? His smile wasn’t as boyish, but it was there, and it was genuine. 

And as you turned to scurry into the tent, you could feel both of their gazes on you the entire time.

You could have spent hours in your bath, well, if the water hadn’t cooled and dirtied so quickly. But by the time you emerged, you felt like a new woman. 

Just as Steve’s attendant had promised, some clothing had been laid out for you at the foot of one of the large beds that filled the space. There were two of them within the tent, as well as the bathing area behind a folding partition, and a small writing desk tucked in the corner. The ground had been covered with an array of rugs, and you took just a moment to allow your bare toes to enjoy the soft warmth beneath your feet instead of the cold, harsh earth you had grown accustomed to over the past couple of weeks.

You dried yourself with a blessedly clean towel before moving toward the clothes awaiting you. You swallowed nervously as you realized it was no more than a long, linen shirt that left your legs bare once you quickly pulled it on. And it was instant, the way you were enveloped in a familiar scent that took your tired brain a moment to realize was Steve’s.

The commander of the king’s royal army himself had let you borrow his clothing. 

Something about the gesture had your insides warming exponentially, had something deep at the core of you fluttering and clenching all at once. 

You supposed after the way your former betrothed had treated you–like a possession to own, not a person–it was flattering to be cared for by another, especially one so fearsome and powerful. 

“Are you decent?”

You startled at the sound of Steve’s voice just outside the tent, flustered now as you glanced down at yourself and saw the way the commander’s shirt both shielded your modesty but draped along your body in a way that felt all too revealing. 

“Um, yes?” you trembled the response.

Not a second later, Ari ducked into the tent, his grin big and boyish as his eyes wandered the length of you without shame. “You sounded so unsure I was hoping you were indecent,” he winked.

You could only gape after him as he moved toward the bed opposite where you stood and started to unbuckle his sword belt. 

“I assure you Ari’s brashness does grow on you,” Steve’s voice was amused as he entered the tent, watching his lieutenant fondly. “Eventually.” Turning his full attention to you, he shifted close, his gaze slowly roving over you. “Feeling better?”

“Much, yes,” you mumbled, hugging yourself tightly as you cleared your throat and stepped away. 

The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you squeaked, flailing for a beat before Steve’s  hands shot out, catching your arms and tugging you upright, flush against him. 

“Careful, brave one,” he hummed, his warm breath washing over your face and making you shiver. 

Steve’s body heat began to seep through the thin shirt you wore, and you couldn’t help it as you shuddered and sank against him further, for you hadn’t been this warm in far too long. It took a moment for your brain to catch up with your actions, and you stiffened.

“Forgive me,” you stuttered, face warm as you tried to pull away, but Steve’s grip held firm. 

“No need for that,” he husked, his hands urging you closer before dipping to frame your waist and making your breath hitch. “You’ve been through so much, it is very understandable that you would seek comfort in another, and I am willing to give it to you.” Steve glanced over your shoulder, at Ari, you assumed, as he confirmed, “We both are.”

Your brain was still processing his words when you felt an undeniable heat at your back. 

“It must be lonely out here all on your own,” Ari breathed, planting his hands on your shoulders and giving them a squeeze. “Especially now with winter soon approaching, with everyone you’ve ever known calling for your head.”

Steve gently backed you into Ari, until you were effectively sandwiched between both men. “We can keep you safe, warm, well fed,” he promised. 

“Well pleasured, too,” you could hear the smile to Ari’s words as you felt them rush past your ear. 

You gasped, your face pinching as you glared up at Steve and hissed, “I am not a whore.”

“We do not claim you to be one, but… you could be ours.”

You blinked at him, uncomprehending, and Steve’s face softened. His touch on your waist shifted, until he was gently rubbing along your sides, his gesture one to soothe. 

“You are not the only one who suffers loneliness,” Steve explained. “We yearn for hearth and home and a warm body to sink into after a fierce battle has been won.”

Ari hummed his agreement, the sound a gritty rumble that had your pussy clenching hard before fluttering. His thumbs dug more deeply into your shoulders, rubbing away the tense knots beneath your skin that had built up from weeks of living in stress and terror, of running on pure adrenaline and betrayal. 

You were overwhelmed, your body feeling more alive–and hyperaware–than it had ever felt before. Although you knew you should have been repulsed by their offer, by what they wanted from you, you weren’t. 

You were flattered, and more so than that, you found yourself wanting, truly and shamelessly, for the first time in your whole life. 

But this was something in which you were not versed–not at all–and you didn’t know truly what they wanted, or what to do. So you confessed as much. 

“I do not know about…  any of this.”

“Then allow us to teach you, sweet one,” Ari whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your throat. 

At the gentle scrape of his beard against your skin, you shuddered hard, a soft, wounded sound rising up the back of your throat–because you had never been touched like this, nor desired in such a genuine yet carnal way. 

You were wanted, by both of these lethal yet beautiful warriors.

You.

The realization made your head buzz and your body vibrate with anticipation. Yet still, you were afraid of the unknown, your voice an unsure quaver as you asked, “You would… be gentle with me?”

“We do not seek to harm you,” Steve promised, his gaze somehow both earnest and fierce as he met your own. “We seek to make you feel good.”

Ari’s voice was playful as he countered, “Although I have a sense that a fiery one like you may one day ask for a harsher touch.”

The idea alone had you squirming between them, a tickle and gush between your legs causing you to press your thighs together. 

Steve noticed your reaction, something sinful igniting in his gaze as he watched you, as he drank in your blatant yet shy desire. His hand lifted, his knuckles trailing down your cheek in the most gentle caress before his fingers caught your chin and forced your gaze to meet his. 

“May I taste these tempting lips?” 

Once again your breath hitched, and you were nodding before your brain fully processed his words. 

“Good girl,” Steve purred, making your pussy flutter wildly as he slowly leaned in. 

The first touch of his plump lips against your own had a rush of heat flooding through your body, making each and every one of your nerve endings sing as his mouth expertly moved against your own. 

Steve’s hands shifted to cradle your face, his touch as soft as the press of his lips against your own. He was being gentle with you–careful–like you were as precious and delicate as spun glass, and the fact that a revered warrior could treat you in such a way had your emotions welling up once again, as well as a new wave of tears. 

They spilled over before you could prevent them from doing so, and Steve slowly pulled away when he tasted the salt of your tears. 

“Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head so quickly that it made him smile and Ari laugh behind you and give your hips a fond squeeze. 

“No, I am sorry,” you took a breath. “I am just so overwhelmed by… all of this. But… not in a bad way.” 

“Mmm, glad to hear it, sweet one,” Ari rumbled against your shoulder, pressing a kiss there before leaning closer. “Because you have no idea what your scent does to me,” he groaned, tucking his face against the crook of your neck and breathing in deep. 

You gasped, a tiny bit scandalized but also thrilled to have such an effect on him. This was still so new for you–this kind of primal attention, being touched in this way, let alone by two devastatingly handsome strangers who seemed to want you so desperately. 

“Oh,” you mewled as Ari began to press a trail of slow, lingering, open-mouthed kisses along your throat. Your head tipped sideways to make more room for him, to encourage him, your eyes fluttering shut at his attention as your nipples pebbled into hard, achy peaks. 

As if he knew your body so well already, Steve’s hands cupped your hips, slowly gliding up your sides–learning the terrain of your body–before he was gently cupping one of your breasts in each of his hands. 

At his sinful touch, you moaned for the first time ever, arching your back on instinct to press more firmly into Steve’s grip. He rewarded you with a deep, satisfied rumble from the back of his throat, touching his lips to yours for good measure as his fingers plucked your nipples through your shirt until you were keening softly. 

“She makes the sweetest sounds,” Ari groaned, his teeth gently nipping your skin and making you whine. 

“I bet something else is just as sweet,” Steve gristled. 

That was all the warning you got before his hand was sliding beneath the tunic you wore and up your bare thigh. It shamelessly pressed its way between your legs, his knuckles caressing just as gently along your bare cunt as they had your face mere moments before. 

“S-Steve,” you trembled, unable to help it as your thighs pressed shut. 

“Shhh, let me get you ready for us, sweet one,” he whispered against your ear. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.” 

You shivered as he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, making a pleased sound as you released a shaky breath and spread your legs to his questing touch. 

As his fingers teased gentle circles around your clit, you made a soft, breathy sound of surprise, biting your lip and tipping your head back against Ari’s shoulder as your legs opened even wider, encouraging Steve’s sinful touch. 

“There you go,” Steve hummed, drawing his fingers up your slit. “You’re so wet and eager for us already, just like I knew you’d be.” His touch dipped lower, growing more firm, and you gasped as he eased a finger into you slowly, spreading your tight walls for the first time ever as you keened and canted your hips against his lewd invasion. 

“Let him work you open, love,” Ari cooed, banding a thick, muscled arm around your waist to keep you firmly in place as Steve explored your pussy for the first time. “Our swords aren’t the only big weapons we wield." 

You couldn’t help but snort at that, making Steve laugh and grin at you, his eyes crinkling in mirth as you dazedly met his warm gaze. As you stared into each other’s eyes he slowly fucked you with his thick finger, nostrils flaring as you squirmed and rocked against his touch eagerly. 

“I know you can take another, our brave love,” he murmured, easing a second finger in beside the first and making you whine at the unfamiliar yet delicious stretch. “You’re so tight, I know it’ll be like heaven to have you on our cocks.” 

“If we ever get to that point,” Ari nearly whined.

“I thought you enjoyed the build up,” Steve teased, exchanging a heated look with Ari over your shoulder. 

This time, Ari’s huff was wordless, his face dipping to your neck once more. You could feel how shaky his breath was as he inhaled your scent, his free hand finding your ass and giving a squeeze. 

“Perhaps we should take pity on him,” Steve said, his eyes twinkling as they met yours. 

Your mouth dropped open as he moved his fingers inside of you faster–deeper–until you were so wet that an obscene squelching noise filled the tent as you cried out and rutted against his hand, desperately seeking something you couldn’t even name. 

When Steve’s fingers suddenly retreated from your sex, you made a sound of dismay, glaring at the commander as he shot you a wink before painting your pouting lips with your own slick.

“Go on, give him a taste,” he smirked at you. Then he was moving so quickly, that between one blink and the next, you were spun around in Ari’s arms, facing him now. 

You froze at the feral state of him, at the almost predatory way in which he was watching you. He was so much bigger than you–his presence all consuming–as his dark gaze flickered to your gleaming lips.  

Ari swooped in without warning, one of his big hands moving to cradle the back of your head and keep you in place as he kissed you with a kind of ferocity that quite literally stole your breath away. 

You sank against him–helpless against his onslaught–your fingers clutching onto his tunic as Ari deepened the kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, and he groaned at the taste of you, at the way you whined and went pliant in his hold, surrendering to him completely as you desperately tried to keep up with his feral, frantic kisses. 

When he finally pulled away, you were both panting, and you knew if Ari himself wasn’t holding onto you so tightly, that you would have collapsed to the ground by now, because it felt as if all of your bones had melted. 

“Those pretty lips aren’t the only thing I want to taste,” Ari growled. 

Your eyes widened as he backed you closer to Steve’s bed. The commander himself was now leisurely undressing, his gaze smoldering as he watched Ari deposit you on the foot of the bed and tug you right to the edge as he sank to his knees. 

You didn’t resist as Ari tugged Steve’s tunic from your body, and you listened when he told you to lay back and spread your pretty legs. Despite the way it felt like your face was on fire, and you were as vulnerable as you had ever been in your life, you were excited too as Ari settled himself between your legs. 

His palms were warm and rough–heavy too–as they settled on your inner thighs. He pressed your legs as far apart as they would go, lewdly baring your pussy to his gaze. It was as exhilarating as it was mortifying that he–and Steve–could see just how wet and wanting you were. 

Ari groaned as his thumbs tugged your folds apart, and you keened as he leaned in and dragged his broad tongue up the cut of you. You thrashed against the bed as his tongue laved along your clit, giving another throaty, shocked cry of ecstasy when Ari tugged back the hood of your clit and sucked your sensitive bud between his lips.

You sobbed at the overwhelming pleasure that pulsed through you, hips writhing as Ari feasted on you without shame. He lapped at you eagerly, without relent, until your body was trembling with your first ever orgasm, and all the breath evaporated from your lungs as a result. Each and every muscle in your body seized at once as you crested the wave of ecstasy, and when Ari hummed his approval, everything inside of you fluttered and clenched as one. 

“God, look at how pretty you are when you let go,” Ari murmured, not taking pity on your boneless, dazed state as he shoved two thick fingers inside of you, and started working you all over again. 

“Ari!” you whined, trying to twist away–because it was so much–but then Steve was sitting above you on the bed, naked and giving you a soft smile and quiet tut as he gathered both of your hands in one of his before pinning your wrists above your head. 

“Let him have his fun, sweet one, he fought and won a very hard battle today after all.” 

You opened your mouth, but all that came out was a pitiful moan as Ari curled his fingers and started to rub a spot inside of you that you didn't even know existed until now. Your body arched violently as you came, so hard, in fact, that you gushed all over Ari’s hand and wrist, nearly sobbing at the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Mmm, I had a feeling,” his grin was wolfish as it flickered up the length of you before meeting Steve’s lustful gaze. “Look at how sensitive and responsive this pretty pussy is.” 

As if putting on a show, Ari’s fingers retreated from you, and he once against tugged up the hood of your clit with one hand while using the other to rub back and forth so quickly–and effectively–that you were once again orgasming hard, your body writhing and gushing as you were rocked by another wave of intense carnal delight. 

“I think I've effectively warmed her up for you, commander,” Ari grinned. He gave your puffy pussy a soft pat before finally pulling away and giving you a moment to try to catch your breath. 

“As always, your hard work and dedication are much appreciated,” Steve drawled, his voice much lower and huskier than before. 

It had your insides fluttering and standing to attention despite the way it felt as if you had lost all control over your body–your bones liquified from Ari’s feral and thorough attention.

Which is why you were somewhat relieved when Steve shifted over you, and instead of focusing all of his attention on the warm, wet place between your legs, he instead smoothed a hand over your head, lightly touching his lips to yours in a fleeting kiss. 

You blinked up at him, your gaze glossy and almost helpless in a way that had a warm smile curling his lips and something in his eyes going tender. 

Steve’s thumb traced along your cheek, his lips touching the other in another show of unexpected tenderness that had a soft sigh rising up your throat. He turned your face so he could trail his lips along the hinge of your jaw, then he was kissing his way down the side of your throat, purring his delight as you squirmed beneath him. 

Steve took his time as he touched and tasted you, almost methodical in the way he descended your body, on a different kind of quest now as he paid you gentle attention until he could see some of the tension and overwhelm ease from your frame. 

You didn’t realize you were fisting the furs at either side of you until Steve’s hands gently loosened your grip. He eased your arms up, thumbs rubbing circles into your palms until your arms went lax above your head and your eyes fluttered at yet another blessed release. 

You sank further into the bed as Steve pressed your legs apart and settled more heavily against you. It was a different kind of delight to feel his firm, naked body flush to your own. 

You realized it quite suddenly–how safe you felt despite being so out of your depth and doing something so tawdry and unknown to you, with not one but two near strangers. 

You hadn’t known Steve or Ari for long at all, but they had shown you more care and kindness in this one evening than you had received in your entire life. There was an earnestness to them, too, and even though it didn’t make sense, for some reason that you couldn’t explain–one that was more instinctual than anything–you trusted them both.

And you knew it in the deepest part of your being–that they were good men. 

So you weren’t surprised at all when Steve nuzzled his nose along your cheek, his lips seeking your ear to murmur, “Are you able to endure more tonight, sweet one? Or have you had your fill? This beautiful body of yours seems boneless and well-ravished already, and we would not take advantage of you in such a vulnerable state. Say the word, and we will leave you to rest.”

Even though you could feel how much Steve wanted you–could feel the hard, hot press of him searing into the skin of your belly–you knew that he would retreat now, and Ari too, if you requested it. 

Which only made you want them–and want to pleasure them–more. 

“I don’t want to rest now, I want more,” you replied, feeling shy but forcing yourself to meet Steve’s gaze so he could see the truth shining in your eyes. “I want you, and I want Ari, and I want you both to take what you want from me.”

“Such a greedy thing,” Ari teased as he sank onto the bed above your head, sprawling adjacent to you and Steve. 

“And if we want everything?” Steve playfully challenged, allowing his weight to sink against you completely so you could feel all of him. “Would you give it to us?”

“Yes.”

“You are a gift,” Steve husked as he slowly drew his thumb along your lower lip. “One I would covet more than anything else, even a hard-fought victory.”

You swore your heart skipped a beat at Steve’s declaration, your eyes fluttering shut as he dipped close and kissed you slowly, ardently, making sure you felt just how genuine his words were.

When he pulled away, his eyes were the darkest you had seen yet. You shuddered as anticipation raced through you as he moved a hand between your bodies, his fingers drawing along your slit, ensuring you were wet and ready for him. 

Your breath caught when he dragged his hard, heavy cock along your bare cunt, coating himself with your arousal. You squirmed as he lined himself up with your entrance, holding your breath as his hips shifted, and he slowly began to push into you. 

The whimper spilled from your lips before you could suppress it. And not so much from any true pain you felt, but from the sheer strangeness of your body being invaded in this way. 

“Relax, sweet one,” Ari murmured over you, gently petting your head. His touch shifted to your shoulder, giving a squeeze that had you sinking into the furs beneath you and going a bit more pliant. “There you are. It may hurt for a tick, but he’ll make it worth it, just wait and see.”

You knew he was right, so you tried to focus less on the temporary discomfort and more on Steve himself. How big and broad he was–how strong. How gorgeous. The way his nostrils flared when you involuntarily clenched around him, and the weight of his warm palm on your lower belly as he pressed his touch there before his thumb reached down and began to strum your clit. 

“Oh!” you gasped at the added stimulation, your thighs falling further open and your hips shifting in a way that had Steve sinking into you even more. 

He groaned loudly, and it made your pussy flutter wildly, which only made him grunt as he draped himself over you, until your head was framed between his muscled forearms as his hips finally met yours, and he settled within you to the hilt. 

“I was right,” Steve breathed as he dropped his forehead to yours. “Utter heaven.” His lips teased your own, his hips shifting slightly and making you moan at just how full you were, for the first time ever. “Alright?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. Tentatively, you reached for Steve, your hands touching his sides, feeling how soft his skin was, how warm. Your touch gently skimmed higher, and you felt a swell of pride as Steve shuddered in response, because you affected him so. 

Gently, Steve began to rock his hips, moving inside of you with shallow thrusts that had your body lighting up and desperate for me. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Steve panted against the crook of your neck, burying his face there for a beat as he gave a particularly deep rut that made you gasp. “M’sorry–”

“No! Again, please,” you whined, your fingers digging into his bare flesh more firmly as you curled your legs around his hips and urged him closer. “Please, Steve, I need… I need more.”

“Go on, commander, our girl can take it,” Ari purred, sprawling backwards and tucking his hands behind his head, getting more comfortable so he could enjoy the show. “Give it to her good.”

Groaning, Steve lifted his head to meet your gaze, swallowing hard as you nodded in encouragement. He shifted over you, planting one of his hands beside your head to give him more leverage, and then he was sliding out of you almost entirely before fully sheathing himself inside of you again with a slow, deep thrust. 

You keened in response, pleasure ricochetting through your body as you threw your head back and begged for more. 

Steve gave it to you, losing that stoic composure of his little by little, with each new thrust inside your tight, wet heat, with every one of your sweet, wrecked sounds. When his thumb once against found your clit and began to rub, you sobbed his name as you went rigid, your body bowing and jostling as Steve began to fuck you with enthusiasm. 

His free hand slid to your side, then beneath you, lifting your body against his in a way that had his cock delving into you deeper, and at the perfect angle. With each rut of his hips, you cried out in delight, shoving against him desperately–shamelessly eager for more–until everything inside of you detonated at once, your body trembling and writhing as you found your release. 

Steve hissed as you clenched around him hard, setting you back down against the bed so he could frame your hips with his large hands and hold you steady as he pounded into you, chasing his own release now. He gave a wordless shout as he reached his climax, throwing his head back, lost to his own bliss as he buried himself as deep inside of you as possible and throbbed within you, until your cunt was flooded with his warm, creamy seed. 

Panting, Steve sank to his hands and knees, hovering over you for a long moment as you gasped for breath beneath him. You couldn't help it as you reached for him, trailing your fingers up the flexed muscles of his forearm, his bulging bicep, until your touch was cradling his smooth cheek and aiming his dark, satisfied gaze your way. 

He stared at you for a beat before nearly lunging at you, his lips almost frantic against your own as he cupped your cheek and kissed you in a way that was almost as filthy as what the two of you had just done together. 

“You’re incredible,” Steve breathed against your lips. Stealing a final parting kiss before slowly pulling away. His smile was soft as you struggled to meet his gaze, his fingers falling to briefly lace with your own and give a squeeze before he shifted away. 

You enjoyed the sight of Steve’s naked body flexing and moving as he crossed the tent to clean himself up, and before you could fully pout as he disappeared behind the privacy partition, Ari was reaching for you. 

You squealed at just how easily he manhandled you as he rolled you onto your belly and hovered over your back for a moment. 

“I have a very specific way I want you, sweet one,” he rumbled against your ear, giving it a nip and laughing at your squeak. 

He gave your ass a soft spank before tugging you up onto your knees, but when you tried to get your hands beneath you, too, he tutted, big hand collaring the back of your neck and giving a squeeze that made you go still. 

“No, like this,” he murmured, pressing your face back down into the furs beneath you, until your sweaty cheek was against the bed, and your pussy was fluttering at the lewd position you were now in–your ass up and on full display as Ari moved behind you. 

His hands smoothed over the bare curve of your ass, gripping both your cheeks and making you jiggle in a way that had your face flooding with heat, but your pussy gushing too. 

“You are the embodiment of temptation,” he husked, pressing your legs further apart to make room for his massive body. “I can’t wait to fill you with my cock.” 

“Then do it,” you blurted, making Ari bark a laugh. 

“Brat,” he chuckled, giving your ass another smack and earning a moan from you for his effort. “Oh, we will definitely explore that more another time.”

Your belly fluttered at the sinful promise–at the fact that he was thinking of you as part of his future–but then all thoughts in your mind seemed to evaporate as you felt the thick, spongy head of Ari’s cock press against your drippy hole. 

His groan as he slowly pushed into you was loud and shameless and made your cunt flutter up a storm. You moaned as he pressed into you even deeper, taking his time to fill you up, his breath coming out in a harsh pant once he bottomed out and made you keen in the process. 

“Fuck,” he gritted, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he gave a rut that had him somehow sinking into you even deeper. 

“Divine, isn’t she?” Steve gristled as he sauntered back into sight and perched on the side of the bed closest to you. He was still naked, his cock no longer gleaming with a combination of both your cums, but half-hard again already. 

His fingers touched your cheek, and you mewled, your lips parting on a harsh gasp as Ari began to really fuck you. 

“She is,” he grunted as he drove into you hard, groaning as you keened softly and clenched around his cock like a fist. “A gift, just like you said, our gift, all ours,” he babbled as his head fell forward, chin touching his chest as he lost himself to his pleasure. 

“I’ve never seen him so undone,” Steve grinned at you, gaze soft as your lashes fluttered and you tried to fight against the urge to close your eyes and surrender to your bliss. 

But Steve painted such a tempting picture, his body gleaming in the afterglow, his cheeks still a bit ruddy, and his hair flopping over his forehead. But it was the warmth in his gaze as he watched you that had you whining in a different kind of desperation as you reached for him, needing to touch him, to feel him, even as Ari unraveled you entirely. 

“Look at how sweet and needy you are,” Steve teased, meeting your outstretched fingers with his own and twining them together. His face grew more serious as he ducked closer to you, eyes blazing with determination as he told you, “From here on out, you will want for nothing.”

“Do you mind?” Ari huffed, groaning as his pace slowed and he shoved into you hard, lingering in your delectable warmth. He half-heartedly glared at Steve, but you could hear the tinge of amusement to his words as he said, “Save your sweet promises for after I’ve fucked her. You’ve already had your turn. Now it’s mine.”

Laughing, Steve raised his hands in playful surrender, giving your head a final pet before leaning down to kiss your cheek. “And you want Ari to fuck you, too, don’t you, sweet one? You want him to fill you with his seed, just like I did, huh?”

“Yes!” you gasped, fluttering at the thought of feeling it again–being flooded with the warmth of another’s pleasure, from you. “Please! Please, Ari.”

“You heard her, lieutenant," Steve purred, shifting so he could recline on the bed above you. He gave Ari a cheeky smile over your head. “Fill her with your cream. She’ll look so pretty leaking both our cum out of that tight well-fucked hole of hers.”

“Christ,” Ari gritted. 

You moaned as you felt his cock throb inside of you at Steve’s words, your eyes slamming shut as Ari gripped your hips and started to rut into you wildly. 

He had enough presence of mind to dip his hand beneath your body and work your clit, moaning as you came with a shaky cry of ecstasy and pulsed around his cock as your own pleasure swept you away. 

“Take it,” Ari snarled, curling over your back and completely blanketing your body with his as he hammered into you. The obscene sound of your pussy squelching each and every time his cock drove into you filled the tent, but it was the gravelly, wrecked state of Ari’s voice as he chanted, “Take it, take it, take it, every last drop,” as he fucked you that had your body trembling with one last orgasm, and it finally tipped Ari over the edge, too. 

He moaned into your shoulder as he came, burying himself as deep inside your cunt as he could. You could feel his cock swell before he was flooding you with his spend, and you moaned brokenly as the squelching grew louder. Your cheeks warmed as you felt his cum–and your own, and probably Steve’s too–leaking out around Ari’s cock as he gave a few final thrusts before finally going still. 

He was breathing harshly, his body as slick with sweat as your own and plastered to you, but it was a strange sort of comfort, being with Ari in the aftermath, feeling him as undone as you were, and sharing this moment with him. 

You couldn’t help but smile, giving a tired giggle as Ari muttered, “You’re an angel and a devil all rolled into one.” You hummed in agreement as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, pouting as he carefully pulled away from you, then out of you, before sinking back on his haunches. 

He gave an appreciative whistle as he watched the sizeable gush trickle out of you, and when you gave a huff and tried to roll away, he grabbed you, easily holding you in place with one hand while he used the other to scoop up the evidence of your debauchery and shoved it back inside you, laughing as you squealed. 

“Who’s the brute now?” Steve admonished, swatting Ari away from you before gently easing you onto your side. “I hope you’re prepared to deal with his nonsense, it’s endless.”

Your smile was tired but amused as your gaze flickered from Steve to Ari, who flopped down on the bed beside you, looking very chuffed and shameless as his sticky cock softened against his thigh. 

Steve caught the direction of your gaze, and he smirked at you, chuckling as you whined softly before burying your face into the furs to hide. “I can’t tell if you’re eager for more or appalled at the messy state of him.”

“I’d wager both,” Ari snickered. 

You felt the bed shift, and after a moment, Steve’s touch was on your back, gentle and reassuring as he leaned over you. “Let me clean you up before you sleep.”

You didn’t resist as he did just that, your belly swooping at the extreme care with which Steve wiped the mess from between your legs. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, struggling to keep your eyes open, but glad you caught a glimpse of Steve folding the cloth over and tossing it at Ari. 

“Make yourself decent or you’ll be sleeping by yourself tonight,” he chided with exasperation. 

“Why don’t you come over here and clean me yourself, commander?” Ari grinned wickedly, waggling his eyebrows as he caught your sleepy gaze and winked, “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

He laughed as your eyes widened and you peeked between the two of them, pressing your thighs together as the thought of them being intimate–without you–made your insides swoop and spark with a new and different kind of heat. 

Steve just shook his head, seeming more amused than anything as he went around the tent and blew out the few lanterns keeping the space alight. Leaving just one nearby glowing softly, he carefully climbed into bed beside you, smoothing a hand over your head as you snuggled into his side. 

A beat later, you felt the bed shift as Ari moved closer, pressing himself flush to your back. His lips found your bare shoulder, planting a soft kiss against your skin before his hand drifted to rest at your hip, making you feel enveloped completely. 

And safer than you had felt in a very long time. 

You felt the kind of safety that, just a couple of weeks ago, you would have thought impossible, especially for you, especially after everything.

But you were experiencing it now, genuinely, despite all that had led you here this night, and the revelation had you softly murmuring, “Protectors.”

“What’s that, brave one?” Steve hummed, his fingers trailing along your cheek as you sleepily blinked over at him. 

“To me, you shall be protectors,” you elaborated, answering his question from earlier in the evening.  “Although I dare say you have both conquered my body and claimed it as your own.”

“Then for you, and you alone, we shall be both,” Steve smiled, tweaking your nose and making you smile. 

“And we shall watch over our new favorite territory as you rest now, sweet love,” Ari rumbled at your back, his voice thick with sleep as he gave your hip a gentle squeeze before burying his face against your neck and going still. 

Giving a sigh of content, you allowed your tired eyes to drift shut at last. It wasn’t long at all before you finally fell asleep–warm, wanted, and well protected–your heart aglow with hope and the deep knowing that a life on the run, or alone in the wild, was no longer something you needed to worry about. 

Not anymore.

And not ever again.

It was actually a bit of a challenge writing this after going almost a month without writing and having lost my spark, but overall I’m really pleased with how it turned out. I’d love to know your thoughts and reactions! Thanks so much for reading ❤️

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