Sword of the Beast - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Alex lay back on the black silk sheets her four-poster bed in Cayne Manor and breathed a sigh of relaxation. Her eyes took in the familiar confines of her bedroom, occupying the top floor of the manor's old medieval tower. Beyond the red hangings of the bed the dark wooden walls were hung with carvings, icons, paintings, masks, weapons, and other small mementoes of excitement past. Her eyes paused on a new and somewhat larger addition to the décor; a seven-foot sword. After all that, I deserved one trophy, she thought.

Then a pair of moans drew her attention back to the foot of her bed. Well, more than one, she thought as she watched Aishe and Nadya sissoring on the bearskin rug before the bedroom's blazing fireplace, nothing between their dusky skin but a black two-headed dildo.

They were very different than the nearly catatonic girls she had half-carried up from the caverns and left sitting in the courtyard while she searched the castle, still blood-spattered and near naked, for their hostage relatives. In the course of the search she came across a room with a portable generator and fuel supply, and after the terrified family had been freed from their prison Alex returned to the caverns with a can of diesel in each hand. A stream of greasy smoke followed her as she returned back up the stairs, the sword over her shoulder and piles of burning fur and flesh behind her. Winning's its own reward, but it's nice to have something to pin to the wall, she thought.

By the time she returned to the surface for the last time, the twins had come to their senses, and proceeded to demonstrate an almost pathetically eager willingness to atone for their betrayal with the only coin they possessed. Given the circumstances Alex had been inclined to forgive, but she was even more inclined not to pass up a good thing, and was more than happy to bring them home with her to serve out their penance as her housemaids. Smythe took their appearance in stride, naturally, and Tom had welcomed them to the manor in his own way. In fact, he continued to welcome them on a fairly regular basis into his room, into his toolshed, into the flower patch behind the old stables... And to think I wanted to give the man some rest. I don't hear him complaining, though.

As actual maids they were proving distinctly second-rate, although from the number of times she'd caught them in a 69 in the corner of an uncleaned room she suspected they were doing it on purpose to earn "punishment." Ah well. What's a little dust between friends?

And they did throw themselves into their other "duties" with enthusiasm. I suspect penitents are not supposed to enjoy themselves quite this much, Alex thought as Ashie began licking Nadya's toes.

Alex waited until the sisters had shuddered and mewled to a mutual climax before she cleared her throat. Once she had their attention, a crooked finger was sufficient to make her intentions clear. As they separated, the drenched dildo separated from their pussies with an audible plop, and Nadya stopped to grab it as they crawled to the bed. Ashie continued to crawl up Alex's body, her lips and tongue dragging across her flesh while Nadya began to feed one end of the dildo into her soaked pussy. As Ashie reached her lips Alex could feel the other end of the rubber toy, well lubed with the twins' own juices, gently push into her asshole.

She rolled to the side as Ashie dipped her head to take a nipple into her mouth and Nadya began to work the toy back and forth, at first gently, slowly, all the while caressing Alex's thighs and ass with the gentle touch of her lips. They continued until they solicited their first shudder and wordless moan from Alex, at which point Nadya picked up her pace, moving the toy faster, thrusting harder, while Ashie's mouth went roaming, kissing, sucking, licking and biting nipples, breast, neck.

Alex began to move in time with Nadya, pressing the dildo deeper into her pussy, reveling in the pressure of it as she ground the other end into her ass, feeling the heat and pleasure build with the touch of lips and teeth and soft, soft skin. "Fuck, fuck, fuck yes," Alex groaned. "Fuck me harder, yes, you're such fucking good little sluts fuck yes UHHHH...." Alex's back arched as she came on the toy, holding it there for a long moment of rigid joy before she fell back to the bed, sated.

As she lay there, the twins' naked bodies pressed against her own, Alex felt a little regret she was leaving them in the morning. Beyond her appreciation for their bodies and what they were willing to do with them, she felt a certain amount of responsibility for them. Still, she thought she knew them well enough to know they would be fine on their own, now. They would always have each other for comfort, and of course there was Tom. She knew personally what a comfort he could be.

Yes, all in all they recovered surprisingly well, Alex thought. A good thing, too. That was hardly the kind of thing one can talk to a therapist about...Not that they hadn't been hints the experience had stayed with them. Just last week, when they three of them had happened to visit a local dog breeder, they had asked her if she would buy the man's pair of Irish wolfhounds. She could certainly understand why they might want dogs around for security, but from the way they had both stared at the two males she couldn't help but think they had less wholesome things on their mind than protection. Pondering the possibility involuntarily dragged her own mind back, to rough fur against her skin, to the feel of something inhuman driving into her, deeper and deeper...I'll call him in the morning, and take delivery when I get back from my next job, she resolved, and was surprised to feel a slight shudder of anticipation at the thought. I guess the experience changed me, too...

Reluctantly banishing thoughts of the more distant future from her head, she began to go over the details of her next job. Etruscan bronze mermaid, disappeared from private French collection in 1940, just resurfaced in Moscow. Heirs would like it back, please. Currently thought to be on a shelf in the very-secure home of one Yulian Orlov, up-and-coming mob boss, known for his collection of questionable-obtained antiquities and affection for strippers. Well, there's my in. Won't be the first time, she thought. Why do I keep doing this?

She glanced around at the richly decorated bedroom of her castle and the large, comfortable bed she was currently sharing with a pair of beautiful and sexually insatiable twins. "Oh, right," she sighed to herself as she let the soft sleeping sounds of the naked bedmates carry her off to her own slumber.

The End