My Date with Rumil

Date - 04 Sunday

I am aware of hands, hands roaming my sides, my waist my hips. Soft lips are brushing my brow, my ear.

Whispers.

"Are you awake, lirimaer?"

I stretch languidly in strong arms, feeling the hard body next to mine.

"Getting there..."

The hands reach for my breasts, straining to be touched.

Finally.

I sigh in relief and arch into the cupped hand.

"Do you wish this, lirimaer?" Rumil's lipser aer above mine.

"Yesssssss." I reach for him, pull him to me, and take possession of the heated cavern. His tongue darts into my mouth. "No dream..."

"On no, lirimaer. This is not a dream."

Yesssssss....

I open my eyes. It is dark out and the moon shines brightly through the window. I wonder for a second where Orophin is, but Rumil's hands and mouth quickly divert my mind back to the task at hand. My fingers reach for taunt shoulders, lean sinews and I curl into the hard body. Our hands reach for the other's hip at the same time and I am enthralled by the marble sleekness of his buttocks. He pulls close and I feel his length.

His mouth moves to my breast and begins to suckle.

The ache is sweet as my fingers tangle in his long hair. It is like silken thread and I wind it around my fingers as I play with the pointed tips of his ears. I curl downwards and nip them, gently, in order to arouse, but not pain him.

He presses against my leg.

I can feel his heat.

"Please...."

He moves up and takes owner of of my mouth. His tongue is like molten lava.

I reach down and stroke rock hard velvet. He is uncut and I swirl the tip of my finger around the head as I work his foreskin up over my knuckle. It is as hot as his mouth and the tip is wet.

He moans in my mouth and begins to tremble.

He moves back to my ear. "I want you. I want you spread and wrapped around me like silk."

I remove my hand and bring my dampened finger to my lips.

He tastes of honey.

His tongue snakes into my ear, causing me to curl inwards, my nipples are pebbled and aching.

"Please...." It is dragged from my lips.

"In Elvish. I know you know how."

"Please...."

"Say it."

"Saesssssssss"

He rolls between my legs and empales me with one swift thrust. My knees are draped over his arms and he drives into me with steady, rhythmic strokes.

My need is building, my climax nears.

"Tell me. I want to hear you." It is whispered in my ear.

"Saessssssss...."

"My name, lirimaer." It is still whispered in my ear. "Tell me..."

The gentle pounding continues.

He feels me clench and unleashes...

"Ruuuuumiiiiiiil............."

My face is buried into his neck as our breathing resumes to normalcy. I lick the salt-sweat from the hollow of this throat and look over his shoulder.

Orophin grins. He has watched the entire thing.
Go bGo back to sleep, lirimaer..."

Elvish words are whispered again.

I return to deep slumber...

***

I am aware of a tongue, snaking up my back. Lips caress my shoulder blades and returns on its path back down my spine, to the hollow above my hip. I am nipped, teased and I groan in the pleasure of it.

I hear the robin singing outside the window.

My eyes open and I see that the sun has not yet risen, but is close.

The lips, the tongue, are torturous, gliding around my hip, back up my spine and over my shoulders. A gentle hand pulls my hair to the side and the tongue snakes its way across the back of neck to the ear.

Teeth nip at the lobe.

"Do you wish this, lirimaer?"

The voice is teasing and I arch my backside into a hardened groin.

"Yes, Orophin. I wish this."

"Ask."

"Saesssssss...."

He flips me over and I automatically reach for him. He is not as thick as his brother, but longer and my hand grasps the gentle curve. He gasps in surprise, not expecting me to be so aggressive.

"Orophin. I wish to taste you." Before he can answer, I push him to his back and wrap my lips around him. He too, is like honey and his need is as great as mine. My fingers play with the flat, male buds on his chest and the words that fall from those sweet lips I do not understand. He screams my name and I am fully immersed with his total essence. I swirl it around my tongue, before looking up and smiling at him.

"Vixen!" he whispers. "Your turn."

I find myself on my back, my legs slung over his shoulders as his head bobs over my slick folds. His hair is spread like a sheet over my legs and hips and his tongue finds my core, as I am quickly caught up in the magic he creates. I find myself arching, arching upwards, spiraling towards the dimming stars.

He lifts his head a fraction.

"Say my name. Tell me." His head and dulcet tongue lower again. He laps my sweetness directly from the source. Quickly, I am caught up again. My fingers entangle in golden, soft hair. Too soon, I must obey...

"Orophiiiiiiiiiin......"

When my shudders subside and he takes me in his arms to whisper those dreaded words, I see Rumil, sitting, watching, in the corner.

***

We have snuck out the back door, to keep prying eyes away. A large picnic basket has been packed and we quickly run to the river, where a large white swan boat awaits us. I am rowed out to the river and paddles are abandoned to the side, while we lie in the bottom of the boat. We spend the day doing nothing constructive. They whisper to me their aspiration to be Muses, their need to help the creative juices of a writer on the lists, their craving to whisper in receptive ears. They tell me of their envy of Mary's Twins, their covetousness of Alex's Celeborn, their jealousy of my HalMuse and SnapeBaby. Although they desire to remain together, like the Twins lik like SnapeBaby and HalMuse, they are willing to be separated as long as they can continue to have quality brother-time. We feed each other and take turns reading from the suggestive romance novels purchased for me the day before. We laugh at the silly antics of the heroes and heroines. We tease each other, acting out the parts as we make love again and again. I explore the differences in each of the brother's bodies, their tastes, their likes, their dislikes.

Too soon, the sun goes down and we return to their talan. This time a large tub is filled with frothy bubbles and together they immerse me in the hot water as they both wash my hair and bath me. Fingers tease and probe and by the end, we all are begging and smelling of roses.

We reach the bed, one on each side of me. Rumil's kisses are hot, passionate, bruising, demanding, while Orophin's are sweet and tender. Rumil's tongue demands ownership, complete possession while Orophin's is questing, questioning, teasing, testing. One kisses my mouth, while the other nibbles and licks my ear. When one changes, the other immediately takes the other's place. Hands roam my breasts freely and soon they trickle down my sweat - slicked body Orophin's tongue bathes my aching mounds, as Rumil moves downward to the center of my heat. I am lost in sensation, lost in the throes of pleasure and I climax into two very hungry mouths. I am kissed and licked as I regain my breath.

Unfair! I whisper hoarsely. Unfair I should have pleasure and you deny yourself. I turn on my knees and take Rumil's heat, my tongue gliding, exploring the ridges of his heat. I feel Orophin move between my legs as he places himself within silken splendor. Arching to take him completely, we move as one, move as a very well-oiled machine. The only sound is that of our bodies, and the low moans of passion. It is drawn out, time is spent leisurely, there is no hurry, pleasure rules over the need to complete. Rumil's head is thrown back, his hair falling over the pillow on the bed, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Orophin's hands are holding on to my hips, grasping them, pulling me to him as he rides me.

Elvish words are spoken between the two and I find myself flipped and sprawled on my back.

Orophin pulls me to the edge of the bed as he moves back to his place between my legs. Rumil straddles me, placing himself at my neck, his heated confection at my lips. My breasts are tickled by the solid stroke of his cheeks.


I inhale him, dragging teeth and tongue circling. I hear them call to me, encouraging me to completion. I refuse, not wanting this torture to end. Rumil reaches back, thumbs on my hardening nipples, while Orophin reaches down, stroking the nubbing of my desire. Despite my wish to stay, I soon find myself moaning, moving toward that peak, the ultimate explosion.

They are ever patient; listening, waiting, gauging their own desire and as I reach the summit of my orgasm, they reach it at the same time, the three of us calling, crying,dderddering with each other.

***

Rumil picks her sleeping form up gently, having wrapped her in a thin sheet. Orophin holds her bags, the suitcase, the bag with the things they have purchased her. She is wearing the floral crown and Orophin gently fingers the ribbon tied to his arm.

"She will not stay with us? Despite it all, she will not stay?"

Rumil shook his head, sadly. "Nay. She has enjoyed this time, has needed this respite, but she loves HalMuse and SnapeBaby too much. Do not ask for more than she is willing to give. And be glad in that which she has given. "

"They fight. Give her headaches."

Rumil snorted. "True, but she feeds off their mutual malcontent. And while they fight and fuss, they love her as well, in their own, abnormal way. However," Rumil eyed his younger brother, "if ever comes the day, she tires of them and their petty ways, I will be the first to step up to the plate."

Orophin mused on this thought. "Maybe she will tell her list- mates that we are available. And happy to comply?" He kissed her on her lips.

"Aye.hinkhink she already has." Rumil kissed the cherry lips as well.

Quietly, with the moon rising, theft tft the talan.

***

I awoke in my bed, SnapeBaby snuggled on my right, looking amused and self-satisfied, HalMuse curled up on my left, looking anxious, discontented.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" SnapeBaby's voice was almost jovial.
-oh.-oh. That's not a good sign.

I nodded yes.

"Good." HalMuse sounded slightly perturbed. "Then, when you are ready, we need to talk...

***

TBC

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