Chapter 41
[M is for Mature:
This chapter may contain Mature Themes, Language, Nudity, Sexuality, Violence, Satire and Progressive Ideas]
One afternoon I sat and watched a bird
as streams of song came bubbling from its beak;
I heard its singing rinsing through the wood
and wash the dust from every summer leaf.
It flew in a frenzy, bouncing along
from the fir to the beech – from the beech to the myrtle,
pausing only to scatter seeds of song
which if it had a human heart would say:
I am burning with love… I am burning with love…;
yet though a bird its tiny heart still burns,
and so it called forever through the leaves,
until as evening fell it heard at last:
Me too… Me too… I too am burning with love…;
blessings be upon you fine, loving little bird!
….Monteverdi ***T*
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“I am home.” I call out lightly as I enter the cabin. The only answer is the moans of pleasure from the back. I smile at the sounds. I can feel myself go wet with the anticipation of joining them. I hastily shed my clothing as I head to the bedroom. I glance into see what the men are up to. Nimrod has Saul in his usually position, kneeling at the foot of the bed with Nimrod gripping Saul’s hips as he move slowly in and out. Nimrod’s head is thrown back in ecstasy. At first I am not sure if they are even aware of me. But Nimrod opens his eyes and smiles for me to join them.
First, I just watch them moving, taking in and understanding their rhythm. Then I kneel on the bed beside Nimrod and kiss his mouth. He returns the kiss full measure. Saul manages to get a hand up on my thigh and his head makes contact with my breasts. Suddenly it is all hands and tongues on my body. It is my turn to moan. Saul’s hands are everywhere, his mouth is focused on suckling my breast. Nimrod continues with my mouth. They have include me in no time flat. They want me as part of their love making. The rush of that much love is intense. I start to shake. Nimrod must feel me coming and he comes first. Softly he pulls out of Saul.
“I love you.” He murmurs into my mouth.
As Nimrod starts to draw away from us, I pull him back insisting that he stay and finish plundering my mouth. Saul takes this time to scoot around and spread my thighs, his hands playing me even harder. I finally come. Saul laughs at us. I collapse in to his arms.
“I love you,” I whisper breathlessly.
Saul gives us a yank that pulls us over so we fall onto the pillows. Saul is not done with me. His hands start again. I come right away. Nimrod reaches over Saul’s shoulder and takes my hand.
I decide that we need to make Saul come now. I kiss him, I nip and play with his bottom lip. I stroke his tongue. Then I follow a path down to his groin. Now Saul shivers and moans. And Nimrod laughs at him. At first I think we are going to repeat what we did in the bath this afternoon, but Nimrod surprises me.
He straddles us from above and reaching behind each of us, he fingers our butts. In and out at the same time. Saul and I are shivering within seconds. I need more so, I straighten and wrap my fingers around Saul’s penis. His is still long and hard. I guide him in. Saul strains and moans when he is fully in. Then, with Nimrod above us I reach up and feel his penis. Soft but going hard. Saul joins my ministration on Nimrod.
The three of us are panting and sweating, by the time I feel Saul come. I have to come again too. Nimrod holds out. I want to turn around and make him come too, But both men will not let me. Saul’s has an arm around my neck and draws me to his mouth, where he torments me back for my earlier work. Nimrod slides down so he is facing my back, one leg hook over my hip.
“You were made for loving.” he whispers into my neck while his fingers divide my butt cheeks and he thrusts in. I clench.
Saul’s finger start to rub now. Nimrod and I start to move together. Saul adds to the tension until we explode together.
I snuggle down into Saul’s arms. He tries to draw out, but Nimrod stops him. “She likes to be filled. Stay.”
I drift off to sleep with my leg over Saul’s hip and his hands wrapped around me and Nimrod behind me. Nimrod has a leg over my hip and his hand trailing over my stomach. This is a thousand time better than with the brothers.
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Next morning, I wake up to just Nimrod in bed with me. At first I think I have dreamed Saul came home. But Nimrod smiles and brushes a hand over my hair.
“He is home.” He says tenderly. “Making breakfast.”
I strain to Nimrod and pull him into a hard hug. “Oh universe, he is home safe.” I duck my head to his chest. Nimrod seems to understand my heart felt words as he brings an arm around and caresses down my back.
“Shush, we are all here, Love.” He gives my forehead a peck. My family is all here. Suddenly, I get a flash of crazy futures. To many to follow, to many to think about so I ignore what they show me, because; for now my is all family here.
As we get comfortable I ask the question that has been on my mind for some time. “Then how about you tell me about Napoleon.” It is my turn to push the issue. Nimrod sighs and flings himself away. I follow, but lightly. I don’t try to restrain him or cut off his escape. I merely curl up against his side.
“I have to know, if I am going to counter him.” I murmur into his back.
“Leon and I were lovers.” Nimrod starts out bluntly, maybe he is hoping I will be too upset with that news to let him continue. He should know me better. As an answer I stroke my hand across his ribs and he shivers.
“We were much younger. I was just starting out as a healer, and he was working on being a protector. He was so handsome and strong. It was idyllic. I thought he loved me.” Nimrod’s eyes go misty at the memory. “I should have seen it coming. We couldn’t agree on anything. We argued. It never got violent, but looking back I see he liked it rough. Rougher than what I could give. We broke up. I can’t remember what about now but he has been cold and hostile to me ever since.” I have continued my stroking as he tells his tale to me.
“You made him weak. He hates that.” I say thinking out loud. Slipping over Nimrod’s shoulder, I follow my hands with my mouth. “It was fine while you were in a weaker position. But now that I am here, I am stronger than you or Saul, in his warrior mind.” I spend a moment to caress his nipple with my tongue.
“I am a threat to that, so he now needs some reason to make me a real threat.” I start to follow Nimrod’s hands around and they lead me down to his groin. I lick and continue to think.
“He must have more plans than just hating you. He wants me out of the way, in a big way.” I suddenly realize that Nimrod is staining and moaning. He is now hard as a rock. I grin and mount him, face forward. “What do you think?”
Nimrod is incoherent as I rock my hips back and forth. His hands run up my chest, tweaking my nipples. I swirl my hips a little to one side. His moaning gets louder and his hands rub harder. The hell with Napoleon, I think. I grab his hands and help them with their quest for my breasts. He pumps into me faster. We rock like we have been lovers for years not days. We anticipate each move and counter it with one better. Soon we are both moaning and panting.
“Breakfast!” Saul calls from the other room.
The two of us come, strong and fast for Nimrod. Mine is like soft waves breaking against the beach. There are almost a half dozen of them.
“Thank you, Nosis.” Nimrod smiles contentedly, his eyes still closed. “I needed to talk, it would seem.” He gives my breasts one last swirl of his fingers and then they drop away.
“Talking always makes me feel better too.” I smile as I remember our talk also.
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** Translation by Charles Marshall
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