“I have to know. Did you arrange for me to be a Gift?” she asked.
He shook his head vigorously. “No, absolutely not. I’ve no involvement with gifting, nothing to do with it. And you were an adult, hardly likely to listen to me. I, after all, paid you scant attention, something I regret. I shall make up for it. I swear, Shayla, I will do what I can to help you succeed, to find what your heart desires, here on Odesta.”
She believed him, as she had the queen. She moved closer to him. “And you like them, my nestors?”
He smiled. “They are fine young men. Worthy.”
She met his smile and fashioned one of her own, allowing her lips to cease trembling and her heartbeats to calm.
The door behind them opened.
Jago and Kriss were home.
* * *
She lay on a bed of palm leaves in the shadows of a tree. Nearby was the field where the grape seeds would be planted. For now, she had to wait, and allow her love for Jago and Kriss to grow. She was nestled between them and she was naked.
According to Jago, there were no laws preventing them from having sex in the open. Strangely, Hezara had not thought to make it illegal, probably because nobody had any need for romantic settings. They’d had a picnic, eating proper food, and now were making love. Jago and Kriss as naked as she, their beating hearts glowing, their brightly colored cocks moving in and out of her. Sometimes gently, other times with vigor. She let them decide; she didn’t mind that when it came to her body, they remained her masters.
She sighed, enjoying the warm breeze alongside their caresses and kisses. She’d come, more than a few times, and now it was their turn, their choice. Something magical was happening inside her, she felt it. A liquid heat that bloomed, filling her and spilling out. Jago had come deep within her, his last energetic pumps had triggered a climax that left him smiling and panting with glee.
Kriss would follow soon, once he decided he was ready. She loved how they didn’t worry about vessels and chanting, that any words spoken were to her directly.
“I love you,” Jago said, adding a kiss on her lips.
“Me, too,” Kriss said.
Kriss wrapped his arms around her. He glided inside her, massaging her with his oiled cock and rhythmic movements. Her bottom brushed against him, the heat of yesterday’s spanking still there just under the surface of her smooth skin. She’d not complained, because it didn’t matter why he wanted it, only that they both took pleasure from it. Jago liked to watch. Maybe she needed a little taming, a reining in when her latest ambitions kept her from thinking straight. They had promised her father to keep her safe, and that surely meant an occasional spell over Kriss’s knee.
She giggled, remembering Kriss’s nuanced words of wisdom: ‘behave yourself’ being the most commonly used expression.
Their bodies entwined, tangled as tightly as grapevines. Kriss cupped her breasts, his thrusts stilled, and he shuddered, producing a long exhale. He was content, and so was she.
The future was fluid, uncertain, and changing. Perhaps she’d started a quiet revolution, an unbelievable achievement for somebody who’d always thought doing as she was told was the key to happiness. A little rebellion went a long way.
So, she would continue to whisper small ideas in their ears, and Roisa’s too, now that she was in favor with the queen. She wasn’t afraid to speak out, but if she went too far, she could rely on Kriss and Jago to rein her in. They had promised to take care of her and stay by her side, and she had offered them her commitment: her heart belonged to the twins.
The End