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  “Of course not, small one—give us some credit,” Bron said, frowning. “Haven’t we told you we would never hurt you?”

  “Yes, but in this case I’m already hurting,” Kayla protested.

  “Just let us see it,” Sorin said. “According to the article I read on my holo-link, there might be a way to detach the base from the shafts inside you. It’ll be a lot easier to deal with the shafts without all the damn feathers in the way.”

  Kayla had to agree with that. Still, it was embarrassing to lay face down on the bed with her legs spread while Bron and Sorin examined her.

  “Here—I see a way. Let me go get the tool kit in the ship’s locker,” Bron exclaimed. He left and was back in a moment, holding a small orange case in his big hand. “All right now, Kayla, open your legs wide and Sorin, if you could spread her cheeks so I can work on her?”

  “Of course,” Sorin said smoothly.

  So Kayla had to open her legs as wide as she could and submit to having the Blood Kindred spread her ass cheeks as wide as possible while the big Beast Kindred worked on the mechanism that was thrust deep inside her. It was embarrassing but after everything the three of them had been through together, not quite as bad as it might have been. At least she didn’t feel like Sorin or Bron were judging her—they were just trying to help her. For which she was grateful since she never would have gotten the tail out on her own.

  She heard Bron cursing behind her as his big fingers brushed her outer pussy lips, sending shivers down her spine.

  “Damn fiddly little bits. Almost too small to see—let alone work with,” he growled.

  “You know, you are a microbiologist, Brother,” Sorin pointed out dryly. “Too small to see is supposed to be your wheelhouse.”

  “It’s different when you’re looking under a microscope,” Bron muttered. “It’s—ah! Got it!”

  There was a motion behind her and then the large metal handle with the feathers sprouting out of it was suddenly removed. Kayla felt it go with relief but there was one problem.

  “Um, guys,” she said, twisting her head around to look over her shoulder at them. “The, uh, wands—the shafts—are still inside me.”

  “We know,” Sorin told her. “We just had to get the feathers and the handle out of the way so we could work on them.”

  “Work on them? Work on them how?” Kayla demanded.

  She became aware that she was still spread out and completely open on the bed. And now that the feathers and handle were no longer in the way. Sorin and Bron had a totally unobstructed view of her pussy and her rosebud—both of which were tightly stretched around the black bases of the shafts buried inside her.

  “The article I read said you need a certain kind of lubricant to ease the shafts out of you,” Sorin murmured. As he spoke, he traced the round base of the black wand buried in her pussy with one gentle fingertip.

  Kayla shivered as his finger brushed lightly over her clit.

  “What…what kind of lubricant?” she said, her voice sounding a little shaky even to her. “I mean…can we get it here on Carnal Four?”

  “Hell yes, we can get it here. In fact, we’ve already got it,” Bron growled softly.

  “Then what—” Kayla started to ask but the words died in her throat when the big Beast Kindred leaned over her and traced the base of the shaft that was firmly lodged in her rosebud with his wet, warm tongue. “Ohhh…” she gasped, trying to wiggle away. “Bron what…what are you doing?”

  “He’s licking you,” Sorin murmured. “Saliva—male saliva. That’s the only lubricant that can loosen the shafts inside you.”

  Bron looked up. “Not true—I thought you said the article also said precum and cum could be used too.”

  “You’ve already come in our lady’s ass once tonight, Bron, and it was a somewhat traumatic experience for her,” Sorin responded, frowning. “I thought we agreed that it would be much more gentle…and pleasurable for Kayla if we licked her instead.”

  “I’m not complaining.” Bron held up his hands in a “don’t shoot” gesture. “I’ve been wanting to taste her ass and pussy pretty much from the first minute we met her. I’m just saying what the article said.”

  Kayla had been laying there speechless as they argued but now she found her voice.

  “You…you two want to…to lick me to get these things out?”

  She couldn’t help the way her voice trembled and her heart started racing at the thought.

  “Mmm, yes we do, baby.” Bron leaned over her spread bottom and lapped at her rosebud once more, eagerly, making Kayla shiver.

  “Very much,” Sorin assured her. “But also, we need to. The article I read said that the longer the shafts stay in your pussy and ass, the more pain and irritation you’ll have when they finally come out.”

  Kayla bit her lip. Even a week ago this kind of scenario would have been unthinkable except in her guilty fantasies. Now it seemed it was a necessity.

  Well, at least I know I’m squeaky clean down there, she told herself. After an hour-long shower and using up all the soap trying to get the damn tail out, she could hardly be otherwise.

  “All…all right,” she whispered at last. “I…I guess it’s okay.”

  “If it makes you nervous, I can promise we’ll keep it as, uh, businesslike as possible,” Sorin told her. “Bron and I will just lick around the bases of the shafts…we won’t taste your clit or your inner folds if you don’t want us to.”

  “It’s business, not pleasure,” Bron said. “We have to get those things out of you, small one.”

  Kayla nodded, feeling a strange mixture of relief and regret.

  “All right. But how…?”

  “We thought it would be best if you stood between us while Bron and I sat on the floor at your feet,” Sorin said. “That way both of us can reach you at the same time.”

  “You’ve, uh, really got this all planned out, huh?” Kayla asked shakily as they helped her to her feet.

  “We had plenty of time to talk about it while you tried to deal with things yourself in the fresher without asking us for help.” Bron sounded reproachful.

  “Sorry, guys.” Kayla tried to laugh but it came out sounding more nervous than funny. “I, uh, didn’t know I needed this kind of help.”

  “This kind of help, as you put it, is a Kindred specialty,” Sorin reminded her as he led her to a clear spot on the bedroom floor. “We need to taste our lady’s pussy—remember?”

  “And ass.” Bron sounded positively hungry. “But of course, we’ll keep it all business,” he added quickly. “Just like Sorin promised.”

  The two of them had changed back into their regular tight black leather trousers but Kayla could see the thick bulges of their shafts straining against the tough fabric. Clearly helping her this way would be no hardship for them even if they did keep it businesslike, as they kept promising.

  Which means I should try to relax, she told herself—but she felt too nervous. She hadn’t been with a man who actually wanted to go down in a long time—probably not since her under-grad years. And even then the guy in question hadn’t been very good at it.

  Something told her that Bron and Sorin were experts.

  “Here, hold onto this clothes-rack,” Sorin told her. Reaching to the ceiling, he pulled down a folding metal bar that looked a little like a trapeze. It must be for holding hanging clothes since there was no closet in the small bedroom, but it made a perfectly good place for Kayla to grip while her guys worked on her.

  “Now…” Sorin and Bron both sat on the floor with Sorin in front and Bron behind her. Their height put their mouths at just the right level.

  Just the right level to lick my pussy, Kayla thought, her heart skipping a beat. Oh my God, I can’t believe we’re doing this!

  “Relax, sweetheart,” Sorin was in front of her, stroking her thighs with his big hands. “I know this is a necessity but we’ll be gentle. And as I promised, I won’t lap your sweet little clit.”