Two Barbarians

Chapter 5

Conan sat by the fire, a wide grin appeared over his face as Tamara and Drogo came to join him. Feeling her embarrassment, Tamara avoided eye contact, fidgeted with her dress then sat down. Drogo followed and sat at her side, there she was, in between her two Barbarians and didn't know where to look. Fixing her eyes on the flames of the fire she thought about what Drogo had said to her. Could this be where she was meant to be? The silence was broken when Conan soft words fell to her ear as he moved close.

"The sound of you crying in pleasure made me ache for your touch." His lips barely touched her ear but the warmth of his breath sent shivers through her. She could feel herself blushing, in one day she had laid with both of them, and she felt it shouldn't have happened. Conan watched her as she fiddled with the lace of her dress, she didn't acknowledge his words or turn to look at him.

"Is everything good between us?" He asked questioningly and waited for Tamara to speak, she didn't.

Drogo groaned as he moved closer, kneeling up behind her he looked over to Conan and frowned. Gently reaching his hand to her chin, Conan guided her face towards his. "Look at me Tamara."

"I can't." Tamara pulled her face free of his hand, and hung her head.

"Why? Speak woman." Conan was becoming agitated at her behavior. Drogo reached his arms around her shoulders; he moved her hair to one side as he stroked her neck. "Did I hurt you?" His words were spoken with concern.

Tamara shook her head but still didn't make any sound other than a quiet sniffle. Conan was worrying now and shuffled closer. He took her hands in his, running his thumbs over the backs of her hands he spoke softly.

"Tell us what is wrong-you are making us worry, please Tamara." Raising her hands to his lips, he tenderly kissed them.

Tamara raised her head; tears filled her beautiful green eyes as she spoke. "I feel like a whore. Having only met you two days ago, I have laid with both of you. I'm ashamed of my behavior… because… because I wanted it."

The embrace of Drogo's strong arms around her holding her tightly, and Conan's hands touching her face as he kissed her was almost too much to bear. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"You are no harlot Tamara, and both myself and Drogo have thought of nothing else but bedding you since we met. I'm ashamed to say," he grinned at his next words, "you are not the only woman we've shared." Tamara raised her eyebrows at Conan's words; he wasn't helping her feel any better. Realizing his mistake, he continued. "But those women were harlots that were paid for their attention and to fill our needs after times of abstinence while travelling. You Tamara are special. You were untouched and innocent when I took you this morning and now that you know Drogo too, this makes us want you together, and forever. If you will have us."

Tamara stopped sniffling and looked at Conan, his beautiful blue eyes made her heart race. The fall of his soft hair about his face made him angelic and yet wickedly sinful - he was irresistible. He had a smile that could melt the heart of any woman and right now, he was melting hers. Drogo squeezed her tightly then moved a hand to her neck, stroking her skin gently he nuzzled his face close. "Do not leave us Tamara; we have been waiting a long time to meet someone like you."

"You really want this?" Her words came out nervously, she wasn't sure she was hearing them correctly.

Both Drogo and Conan spoke at the same time. "Yes!"

"And you are content to 'share' me?"

Conan began to remove his boots, his eyes never left Tamara's and a wicked grin began to form. "Oh yes – but we want to share you together."

A surprised look covered Tamara's face. "You mean all three of us together at the same time?"

Drogo gave her another tight squeeze. "Yes."

Tamara couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was this something usual among the masses? Having lived all of her adult life as a monk and away from the normal everyday living arrangements of people, she wasn't sure what to think. But she wasn't going to refuse either. Two beautiful men equally matched in skill and looks, wanting her… only her. What sane woman would refuse?

"I am a novice in these matters, and I put myself in your care." Tamara smiled after she finished speaking, Conan let out a war cry startling her. She laughed as he punched the air making whooping noises as if he'd just won a battle all by himself. Drogo also had a reaction but not as energetic as Conan's. He pressed his face close to hers, cradling her in his arms then spoke soft words in his native tongue. She didn't understand what he said, she didn't care, and they just sounded romantic as they fell from his soft lips to her ear. She felt loved and adored from his caress and relaxed against his body.

When Conan finally calmed himself he took both of Tamara's hands in his. Kneeling and making eye contact he spoke.

"You are our woman. We will protect and take care of you from this day. Your pleasure will be our pleasure. We will lay with no other woman, except you. No harm will ever befall you and we will die protecting you."

Tamara listened and felt her eyes fill with tears again.

Drogo reached his hand to her cheek, and gently wiped away the moisture. Conan leaned in and kissed her tenderly across the lips. When he pulled back he hovered his mouth close to hers as he spoke.

"Do you trust us?" His eyes stared, waiting for a reply.

"Yes, of course."

"Then lay with us now, let us show you how much more pleasure you can receive from both of us together."

Tamara licked her lips nervously. "When you say 'together' what exactly does that mean?"

Drogo gave her a reassuring hug, his finger traced across the back of her neck, followed by his warm lips as he dragged them across her skin.

Conan didn't move from his position, he kept her gaze as he answered.

"Both, inside you, at the same time."

Tamara's mouth fell open and then she quickly closed it again when Conan grinned at her reaction.

"Oh. I think I understand now." She tensed and began to think about it. Drogo felt the change in her body and soothed her nerves with another stream of kisses across her shoulder. His softly spoken words made her relax. "You will not know any other pleasure such as this, I promise."

Conan stole another kiss from her partly opened lips, he sucked on her lower lip as he pulled away-his eyes were wild with excitement. "And I promise too."

Tamara couldn't speak; her mind was racing, trying to think about how this was going to work out. Wouldn't this hurt?

"Will it hurt?"

"If I or Drogo hurt you, it will be to our displeasure. Trust us, know that your pleasure is our pleasure and for either of us to hurt you, would be unforgivable. What you felt this morning with me, and with Drogo earlier, will be nothing compared to what you will receive from this.

A wicked smile crept across Tamara's face as she remembered the morning shower under the waterfall and then Drogo's firm love making only a short time ago. She blushed at the memories but felt her stomach muscle jerk and twitch, sending a jolt down between her legs that made her tingle. There was a moment of hush before anyone spoke again and it was Tamara who broke the silence.

"Then teach and show me what you desire, bed me and love me."

Both Conan and Drogo let out soft groans as Tamara began to unfasten the lace cord on her dress. Drogo released her from his hold and began to remove his boots and his pants. His hair was still unbound and as Tamara turned to look at him as he undressed, she sighed at his beauty.

Conan alleviated himself of his clothes by the time Tamara turned to face him, his cock stood proud and eagerly awaited attention. He ran his hands down his rippling abs and over his soft belly before sliding his them around his thickness and gave himself a few gentle strokes. Tamara watched in awe. His beautiful soft hair fell gently across his shoulders; his piercing blue eyes sent a chill through her body as they appeared to flash with wicked hunger. The start of a smile began to breach his angelic face making her blush as the tip of his tongue swiped across his lower lip. She remembered that serpent tongue and how it licked and lapped at her wetness. Continuing with her undressing and slipping the dress from her shoulders she knelt up, pushing it over her hips, revealing her naked soft cheeks. Hastily she removed it completely, kneeling up naked by the warmth of the fire, Drogo couldn't resist touching her. Reaching his hand to her he traced a thick finger down her lower back and skimmed the crevice of her cheeks before sliding between her thighs. Tamara let out a soft cry.

Conan watched her head fall back; her long auburn hair highlighted by the flicker of the fire looked beautiful. With her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted, she looked perfect. He couldn't watch any longer and moved towards her. His open mouth fell quickly to her pert breast and suckled gently on the erect nipple while his hands reached behind her neck and around her waist. Tamara mewled; both of her barbarians had their hands on her, it felt sensual. Drogo continued teasing her gently, sliding his fingers between her slippery folds made him growl, his cock began to twitch eagerly.

Tamara ran her fingers through Conan's soft hair as he suckled at her breast. She watched his perfect lips pucker around her nipple as he teased and licked her. Her breaths became shallow as her two lovers intensified their actions. Drogo slipped his fingers inside her wetness, causing her to gasp while Conan tugged at her hair pulling her head back. Leaving the sensitive bud of her hard nipple he moved his mouth over her skin, lavishing scorching kisses up her neck before slipping his tongue into her mouth.

The touch of Drogo's lips against her shoulders sent goose bumps over her skin. His hot breath, as he groaned when he pressed his cock against her, made her shiver. Conan's assault on her mouth drove her senseless…she could feel her body trembling, trying to stay up on her knees but the exquisite feeling of pleasure made her weak.

Conan released her mouth from his kiss, enabling her to catch her breath. He guided her body, with the help of Drogo down to the covered floor. She lay on her back with each of her lovers either side, their hands never left her body as they moved gently over her. Their touch felt soothing and yet torturous. She wanted them to take her, now at this moment, as her craving to feel them inside her grew. But they took their time but not to cause torment but to ensure she was ready for them both.

Drogo leaned over and placed a soft kiss to her mouth. His eyes met hers, the need and impatience in them made him smile. Touching her hand to his face she drew him close to taste more of those plump lips. She'd never felt so desired and couldn't quite believe that she were the object of desire of two beautiful men. They were warriors and each in their own right were also champions. What had she done to deserve such attention and devotion? Her questions soon disappeared when she felt Drogo's mouth cover hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she greeted it with her own. His hand palmed her breast while his mouth caressed hers. Like a serpent his tongue made sweeping, swirling motions inside her mouth. She became lost in the onslaught of his desire.

Conan travelled his mouth across Tamara's tender flesh, past her stomach and across to her hips. He'd moved between her legs and was knelt over her, teasing her with his mouth. She couldn't be heard other than for soft mewling when Drogo removed his tongue from her mouth, but then gave her but a moment to catch her breath before thrusting back inside, stroking her mouth to ecstasy. Now Conan would give her the same attention, between her thighs. Nestling himself lower, his hands shuffled under her cheeks where his thumbs gently spread her folds. Tamara felt his hot breath against her wetness, her thighs trembled as she strained to keep still when Conan pressed the flat of his tongue onto her sex, and cat licked up to her nerve bundle in one long tantalizing sweep. She thought she would faint when he repeated the act but this time his tongue delved into her, lapping at her honey making Conan groan. The expel of his breath, warm and hot fell against her tender flesh, she writhed under his relentless assault. Pulling her mouth away from Drogo's kiss her breathing was frenzied. Her fingers entwined with Conan's hair tried to pull him away, must to his disapproval. Growling his displeasure against her heat only made her torment worse; she could feel herself ready to explode from the intense pleasure. Conan pulled his mouth away just as her release was building. She gave out a gasp and glared at him as his eyes scanned her. A wicked laugh escaped his wet lips. "Oh no Tamara…not yet… all together…those are the rules." He crawled up her body and moved over to the side giving Drogo a gentle nod.

Drogo rolled over onto his back pulling Tamara with him. He ushered her body in a sitting position over his, her thighs straddling his hips. The feel of her wet heat against his aching cock made him suck in a breath of air sharply. Tamara felt the need to press her body against the hard length, leaning forward and resting her hands on his chest she began to grind her hips. Her mouth fell open and she closed her eyes as the need to hasten her movements took over. She couldn't stop; she didn't want to, her breaths were shallow in between soft panting. Drogo placed his hands at her hips, lifting her slightly he maneuvered himself so that the tip of his cock nudged at her entrance. Tamara pressed forward onto her hands, when Drogo moved a hand behind to her cheek, pushing her down gently, she settled back.

Both her and Drogo's moans of satisfaction echoed around them. Tamara gasped as she impaled herself onto hard, thick flesh. It sank in deep, into her heat and touched every nerve within her so wonderfully she could hardly breathe. Rocking and sliding her hips, she began to find a rhythm that satisfied hers and Drogo's needs.

Conan came up behind Tamara and ran his hands down her back from her shoulders then back up again. Nestling closer Tamara felt the wet of his cock against her. Looking back over her should her gaze met his, his perfect lips were full and she remembered them suckling against her flesh, how wonderful and talented they were. Conan continued to touch her, his hands roamed freely over her skin, preparing her for his touch in another place. His hands slid under and around her, cupping her breasts and pinched the hard buds between his fingers. Drogo stilled her gyrating by holding her still with his hands on her hips. His control was slipping; the feel of her hot flesh sheathing his cock and the thought of their next action was driving him insane.

"Conan." Drogo growled through gritted teeth. Conan released his fingers from their task and nuzzled his face close to Tamara's ear. "Trust me." He breathed in a husky voice that sent her womb into spasm.

Conan pushed his hand up Tamara's back to her neck and gently ushered her to lay flat over Drogo's chest. She followed his direction. Her heart beat hard and fierce against Drogo's body. She couldn't deny she was afraid… and while she was wet with need; her body trembled as she waited.

Drogo soothed his lover, placing his arms around her, holding her firmly he raised and placed a kiss to her head. Tamara relaxed a little knowing she was in safe hands.

Conan took to his position and with teasing fingers traced gently between Tamara's thighs. The honey that dripped from her need and desire drenched his fingers. Drogo tensed when he felt the brush of Conan's fingers against the base of his cock but knew what Conan needed. The slick honey oozing from Tamara's sex would ease his entry and when his fingers were covered he slid them between her cheeks. With his other hand pressing against his mouth, he licked at his palm, making it wet then wrapped it around his shaft. Tamara began to shake. The touch of Conan's fingers made her tense. Drogo continued to soothe her; he whispered softly spoken words to her in his own tongue while smoothing her hair with his hand.

Conan nudged the head of his cock against the tightness between Tamara's cheeks. She flinched but Drogo held her close, continuing to speak Dothraki words of love to her. Conan leaned forward and braced his body with one extended arm to the side, while his other hand gripped the base of his cock. Slowly he edged his way in a little further. Tamara cried out, the feeling was strange and while she wasn't in pain, it felt unusual. Conan let out a grunt as he kept still, he didn't dare move, she was so tight and if he pressed further he may hurt her if she wasn't ready. He spoke firmly and with as much control as he could, given his cock was being squeezed so hard. "Tamara, push back, don't fight me, you can control this if you do as I say." Tamara did as she was instructed and found it much better when she controlled the movement. Both Drogo and Conan groaned loudly as she pressed backwards. She moaned against Drogo's damp skin, sinking her teeth into his flesh as she pressed herself deeper onto Conan's length.

"Oh Crom!" Conan shuddered when he sank into the tightness. His thigh muscles trembled as he strained to stay still, waiting for Tamara to relax so that he might take over. The sounds of heavy breaths and groans of pleasure spilled around them. Conan rested a hand against Tamara's hip and gently began to pull out from her grip. She cursed at his withdrawal but was soon filled with Drogo as he thrust his hips, filling her wetness. Drogo groaned loudly when Conan flexed and pressed slowly back inside, squeezing her around him. Tamara's fingers dug into Drogo's shoulders with each gentle thrust from Conan and Drogo… between them they filled her, in turn, one deep inside to her womb… the other in her ass. The sensation made her dizzy with ecstasy, she felt full and could feel her muscles clenching ready to spasm. Her hips twitched and she found she needed more, urgent movement to bring about her pleasure.

"Are you ready Tamara?" Drogo managed to ask between growls, as he struggled to hold back his climax.

"I need more, harder, faster… please."

Conan hissed and drew in a sharp breath as he answered her prayers. He was almost losing control. Her grip around his cock, squeezing him made it hard to concentrate, but he needed all of them to reach their peak together. He thrust faster against her while Drogo responded from underneath, filling her completely. She cried out, her body shook and her breaths and whimpers sang out when the beginnings of her orgasm began. "Oh Gods! Oh help me!" Conan prayed with his own god that he could hold back a few seconds more, Drogo was already losing control and his hips bucked against her tightening grip sending bolts of pleasure through his cock and his body. He growled and pulled at Tamara's hair, causing her to cry out as he moaned out his climax. Conan breathed a sigh of relief at hearing both Tamara and Drogo; he joined them, cursing Crom and all other gods when his hot seed shot deep into his lover. Sweat covered his skin; his hair clung around his face in damp tresses. Tired muscles strained at keeping him up as he jerked against Tamara's soft cheeks.

Tamara caught her breath; her skin drenched in perspiration glistened from the light of the dying fire. Conan had slipped from her and lay back to recover. Drogo held Tamara gently, cradling her as she came down from her heightened state.

Moving her damp hair from her face he looked at her with affection. "Are you alright?" his words of concern made her smile.

"Yes, although… I'm without breath…" She began to smile and after taking a few breaths continued. "I never could have imagined after this morning and of our time earlier, that there could be so much more pleasure."

Drogo smiled. He was afraid it would be too much too soon, but she had enjoyed their attention. Gently raising his hips, he pushed her over to lay back, Conan moved over and nestle at her other side. The three of them lay still, embracing each other as they rested.

"You are so beautiful Tamara, we are fortunate to have stumbled across you." Conan's softly spoken words made her heart skip a beat.

"You are the moon of my life." Drogo whispered.

"And you are my two Barbarians." Tamara replied.