Free Healer's Touch by Kirsten Saell

glistening with Inella’s juices, before licking them clean. He watched without breath, even his heart standing still in his chest as his vision narrowed to exclude everything else in the room.
    â€œVery, very wet,” Viera replied, her eyes flicking down to his dripping cock, then back up to his face.
    And then she dipped her head forward, her nostrils flaring at the scent of Inella’s arousal, and dragged her tongue up that sopping, swollen valley, from opening to clit and back down again.
    â€œAhhh, Salgrim help me…” Inella gasped, her back arching right off the bed.
    Dizzy with excitement, Aru stepped closer, leaning in, taking great care that no part of him touched either woman. He could see Viera’s tongue working the rigid nub of Inella’s clit, could hear the wet, lapping noises it made. He was so close to coming, he thought he might die of it.
    So was Inella. Her whole body was drawn taut like a green twig about to split, her back arched, her legs splayed, her nipples tight and pointed. She murmured, “Salgrim help me, Salgrim help me,” over and over, clinging to the god’s name as if to an anchor. Her hands tunneled into Viera’s hair to pull her face harder against her sex, dislodging the combs that held it back. Aru almost screamed his frustration as a wavy auburn lock fell across Inella’s thighs, blocking his view.
    But his Viera, she was quick. Gathering up her tresses, she tossed them over her shoulder and out of the way, her tongue on Inella’s cunt never missing a stroke. As he watched, pulling his cock faster and faster, she pushed two fingers into Inella’s channel, all the way to the last knuckle, then took the hard knot of Inella’s clit into her mouth and sucked. Hard. Inella screamed—not the god’s name, nor Viera’s, nor any other’s. Her cry was wordless and primal, like the howl of an animal. It resounded in Aru’s flesh, setting his every nerve to quivering as his balls tightened and his cock began to buck in his grasp. He gasped with the force of his release, and his come spattered all over Inella’s thighs and belly, all over her still seizing cunt. And as he trembled with the last, agonizing spasms of his orgasm he watched Viera lap up his seed and the last glistening wetness that lingered between Inella’s legs.
    And watching, he was hard again almost instantly.
    But Viera was done for the night. With one last kiss for Inella’s quivering sex, she slid off the bed and stood, her camisole whispering about her breasts and hips. Reaching out, she took Inella’s hand and helped her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. Viera’s hand brushed across the other woman’s cheek in a quick caress, before she turned to Aru.
    â€œGood night.”
    He stared at her, at her luscious, curvy body, her tumbled-down hair, her lips wet and face still glowing with the dampness of Inella’s come and his own. She had given to both of them tonight and had taken no pleasure herself, but he could not have imagined a more satisfied expression on anyone’s face. She didn’t gloat, precisely, but it was clear that she had got exactly what she wanted. The fact that Aru was stiff and ready again could only please her better.
    He opened his mouth to bid her good night, then thought better of it. He wasn’t capable of controlling himself right now. If he spoke, it would only be to beg her to stay, and the moment he did that, he was lost.
    He watched her turn and leave, taking Inella with her, and something went cold and hollow inside him. His cock seemed impervious, lusting with the mindlessness of a beast, even as all Aru’s doubts and recriminations came rushing in to fill the emptiness.
    He looked at his rumpled bed. Crawled under the blankets and put his head on the pillow. The linens were still warm with the heat from their bodies. He lay there willing his stubborn