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I Wish I May, I Wish I Might	By : auntfanny Category: +1 through F > Dungeons and Dragons Views: 3871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was Hank who pulled out of the kiss first. While Eric had moved his hands to the ground, steadying himself, Hank’s fingers had never left Eric’s hair, twisting through the short crop, pulling it out of place and eventually tugging the Cavalier’s head helplessly back against his neck. Hank looked across at Diana as Eric blinked in amazement, his tongue moistening the bottom lip that had now been chewed by both woman and
man.

‘Is this what you wanted with us?’ whispered Hank.

Diana smiled mischievously. ‘It’s a good start.’ Her conscience overtook her libido once more, and her tone grew more serious. ‘Is this OK with you guys?’

‘If it turns you on, Gorgeous,’ grinned Hank, ‘besides, this little guy’s not such a bad kisser. Must be all the exercise he gives his tongue.’ He twisted Eric’s head to one side. For once, the black haired youth didn’t complain. He appeared to be utterly overwhelmed. It never occurred to either Hank or Diana how rarely Eric was ever touched, let alone kissed. He reached a hand out to Diana, wanting to touch those delicious, full breasts, quite forgetting that he still had his gauntlets on, but Hank pulled his hand back.

‘Now, you’re not going to be very comfortable for Diana with all that stuff on, are you?’

Diana crawled in closer to the two young men, her naked breasts mere centimetres from Eric’s restrained face. He felt his penis grow stiff, painfully so in the chainmail.

‘I wanna see him,’ Diana told Hank.

Hank reached across Eric’s shoulder and licked Diana quickly, over her lips. ‘Do you want to do it, or watch me?’

Diana looked from one youth to the other. ‘Half and half,’ she decided. ‘I’ll take “heads”.’

‘Right you are.’

Eric, still lost for words, gasped as Hank hauled him to his feet and stood behind him, gripping him by the elbows. Diana stood up with them, and faced Eric, smiling tenderly.

‘Nothing to say, Sweetheart?’

Eric just shook his head.

Diana laughed, unbuckling his breastplate and motioning for Hank to lift his arms as she pulled his chainmail shirt up over his head. ‘Miracles never cease, do they?’ She removed his undershirt as Hank continued to hold him, and looked at him. ‘There, now.’

There they were - all naked from the waist up. Eric could feel Hank’s pectoral muscles against his back - not to mention the hardened dick pressing along his spine. He closed his eyes as Diana pushed into his chest, touching his nipples with hers, sandwiching him between two warm, fresh, toned bodies. Diana slowly stroked up his arms, linking hands with Hank’s as she reached his elbows, and guiding the other man’s fingers over the firm bulges of his slim biceps. Then, at Eric’s shoulders, Hank and Diana reached across to wrap their hands around the back of one another's’ heads, pulling each others’ mouths into Eric. Diana met his lips with another hard, passionate kiss, while Hank lowered his head and bit down on the other young man’s neck. Eric whimpered slightly as they both used their teeth gently on his tongue and neck, and reached up to stroke both youngsters’ hair, but no sooner had he touched Hank’s head behind him that the young man grabbed both his hands and held them out by his sides. Diana pulled away from him, dancing tickling fingers down his chest, over his nipples and down to his naval, watching him wriggle slightly at the sensation, but not so hard as to wrench himself free of Hank’s grasp.

‘That was fun,’ Diana told Hank. ‘Your turn!’

‘Hmm.’ Hank looked about himself as Eric pretended to struggle against him. ‘I need to find another way to get this guy to stay in one place.’

Diana pointed at a large stalagmite jutting out of the ground a couple of feet behind them. ‘That’ll do,’ she said, picking up Eric’s ripped cape and twisting it around to form a temporary rope.

‘Good thinking, Diana.’ Hank swung himself around to face Eric, and began to push the other young man backwards, forcing him down to his knees as his back hit the stalagmite. With one hand on Eric’s shoulder, keeping him down, he held the other hand open, over his head for Diana to pass him the cape. ‘Nurse! The restraints!’

Diana pushed the twisted material into his waiting hand with a laugh, running her palms over both boys’ shoulders and chests as Hank’s archer’s fingers made quick work of tying the unprotesting Cavalier’s arms to the spike of rock behind him. As he moved to Eric’s side to continue stripping him, she sat down on the cave floor, and watched, smiling quietly.

‘Feet’, ordered Hank, as he straightened out the kneeling youth’s legs one at a time to remove his boots. Eric fumbled to change legs in his awkward position, and Hank tugged at his hair again. ‘Nicely,’ he hissed. Eric only winced a little, and extended his second leg slower, more gracefully, without breathing a word.

Diana, sat back, watching the scene, amazed. She certainly hadn’t included Eric’s silence in her wish, although it made a nice change from the norm. It seemed that he had settled into this quiet, complacent role of his own accord, and, from his appearance, seemed to be enjoying it just as much as Hank was his unusual new stance.

Hank had got behind Eric now, and was beginning to loosen the dark boy’s waistband. ‘Are you going to make a nice show for her?’ he stage whispered into Eric’s ear, his voice tinged with an unfamiliar sarcasm. ‘Are you?’

He almost didn’t have to finish stripping the bound Cavalier. Just watching the interplay between them was enough to send hot little shocks to Diana’s untouched genitals. As good as it was seeing Eric mute and vulnerable, it was nothing on Hank, harshly ordering him about, for once letting them hear cruel tones in his voice and see the dominant power he was capable of.

Eric closed his eyes, turning his face upwards as Hank slowly pulled the waistbands of his leggings and underwear down as one, lifting them gently over the youth’s erection. Diana’s breath shortened as Eric was gradually revealed to her, his long, pale penis standing out in beautiful contrast to the thick black hair that surrounded it, already hard for her pleasure, rising up against his taught, white belly. She stared, her chest beginning to pound and her clitoris pulsing with every heartbeat, as Hank freed the garments from Eric’s ankles and threw them, jingling, against a far wall. Hank began to crawl towards where Diana was sitting, admiring his handiwork.

‘Is that nice, Diana?’

Diana watched Eric as Hank began to stroke a hand down her chest. Eric was caught in a thin shaft of light, which picked out the slim lines of his hard young body, adding to the contrasting monochrome which his fair skin and ebony hair already etched all over him. The way he had been bound tightened his stomach and exaggerated the slender muscles of his arms, thighs and chest. He still had his head rolled back, though. She couldn’t see those wonderful, proud, burning eyes.

Hank ran his fingers through the soft hair of Diana’s shorts. ‘Hey!’ he cried to Eric, ‘It’s your turn to watch us, now!’

Obediently, Eric snapped his head down to their level and opened his eyes. Hank snorted a small laugh, lightly kissing Diana’s knee and still teasing his fingers through the fur that clothed her crotch. Diana locked eyes with Eric as Hank began to move the butterfly kisses up her thigh, and removed one of her boots. He was blushing! She bit her lip. He had never looked more beautiful.

Hank relieved Diana of her other boot and, guiding her to the floor, met her lips with a long, luscious kiss, kicking off his own boots as he did. He began to reach down to her shorts again, finding the warm spot and teasing it through her clothes. She reciprocated by running a hand down his muscular back, slipping it beneath his leggings and squeezing the firm, naked buttock that she found there. He drew his lips from hers, propping himself up on top of her, so that the bulge of his excited manhood rested on her stomach. She pushed her free hand under his tights, locating the other buttock. He smiled at her, fondly.

‘How very rude.’

Diana raised her eyebrows innocently, releasing his bottom and bringing her hands up to his waistband. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. Was I being presumptuous?’

‘Terribly.’

‘Good.’

And with a grin, she whipped his leggings down to his knees in one fluid movement.

She shifted to one side, guiding him to lie, propped on his elbows, as she finished removing the leggings, watching his suddenly naked crotch all the while. She’d never seen a blond naked before - she’d expected his pubic hair to be the same near-white as the long locks on his head, but it was darker - like his eyebrows. His hard cock, now unclothed, definitely lived up to the promise of the bulge she had found in his tights when they had kissed. Her friends were both big boys, but Hank was thicker, if not quite as long as Eric. Hank’s penis was darker in shade, too - redder. It looked hot. She reached up an inquisitive finger and stroked it once, lightly, along the shaft from testicles to tip and back again. Hank gasped at the touch. She stroked again, firmer this time, and then, watching his face, took him in her hand, hearing Eric’s breaths from behind her growing harder as she did.

She stopped and stood up, ignoring Hank’s moan of protest. Positioning herself between the two young men, she slowly began to remove her shorts, watching Hank as she exposed her darkly curled mound of womanhood to him and listening to Eric’s short, harsh breaths as she revealed the soft, brown curves of her backside mere inches from his face.

‘Well,’ she said, tossing the moistened shorts to Hank and turning around. ‘That’s us all naked.’ From where she was standing, her pussy was tantalisingly close to the restricted Cavalier’s face as it was, but she took a baby step closer, so that its short hairs were practically brushing his lips. She looked down at him as he closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of her, then met her gaze.

‘What shall we do now, Eric?’

Eric bit out at her, suddenly, catching her mound with his teeth gently. She stepped back again and he released her with a plaintive whimper.

‘You must have read my mind!’ she grinned.
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