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  Gritting his teeth, Zin restrained himself from fucking her like a careless fiend. Yet, with each caress of her small passage his rutting length ached for relief, for final oblivion.

  Her whimpers burst against Zol’s mouth. She arched high, her sheath shuddering in delicate waves around him.

  Zin exploded, plunging deep inside her. Her silky heat held him like the dark paradise caves of the Underworld, and he raced, his orgasm a ravenous creature.

  “Kandace.” He cherished her by speaking her name, the moment his human sanity returned.

  “Zin.” She reached for him, her body flowing. “Talk about a sextacular hellbeast.”

  Gathering her close in an intimate embrace, Zin brought them backward. His exceptionally happy cock remained lodged inside her as she reclined on top of him. Their mouths found each other, and mated in several lingering kisses.

  Raw with new emotions, Zin swept his hands over her back, dewy-soft with her orgasm. When they gazed at each other again, she framed his face with her small hands.

  “I have to do this.” She combed her fingers into his hair, playing with the strands. “Oh, your hair makes me feel wanton.”

  “Wanton.” Zol’s carnal growl caused her to tremble briefly.

  “I suppose you want what your twin had,” she tossed over her shoulder.

  Zol lifted her foot, pressing his lips to her arch. Kandace moaned, her eyelids falling shut. “Oh, you kiss like a sorcerer.”

  “I am your love sorcerer.” Zol brushed his mouth over her foot, placing a kiss on her ankle.

  “Oh, not the ankle,” she whimpered.

  As Zol softly kissed her ankle, she wriggled like a sleek cat, her face the picture of womanly bliss.

  Taking hold of her dainty wrists, Zin kissed each of her palms.

  “Oh, so not fair, you two. But so sex-enchanting.”

  Zin synced gazes with his twin, then watched Zol taste their witch’s sexy calf with his deliberate kisses. Singing a sigh, she swooned against Zin’s chest.

  “Kandace.” Embracing her, Zin raised upwards. He eased his cock from her, then maneuvered them to the head of the bed. Settling his head on one of the large pillows, he propped his legs up.

  “Making me a mounting target?” Her half-lidded gaze matched the soft sultriness of her voice.

  “My gorgeous target, darling,” Zol huskily drawled as he moved behind her.

  Drawing Kandace upward, Zin nuzzled between her breasts. As he surrounded her full-moon curves with his hands, her palms landed on his shoulders.

  “Kandace, darling, your beautiful breasts are to my appetite.” Gently squeezing the firm softness of her ass, Zin lapped one of her deep pink nipples.

  “Whatever you do, please don’t stop.”

  Mewing with pleasure, she shoved her tits closer to him. In hound dog heaven, Zin licked her long ripe teats, a foreplay he intended often with her.

  “Zol, yes…the back of my knee, oh, your kisses are too divine.”

  Their witch squirmed, feverishly excited by their attentions. The musk-honey aroma of her female sex beckoned, the most enticing perfume to their noses. Zin felt her legs widen and knew Zol kissed the satin flesh of her inner thigh.

  Ecstatic cries poured from her lips. Restricted by their seductive handling of her, their Kandy Apple rocked, delicately riding him. Scenting Zol’s ferocious need, Zin suckled her nipple, heightening her passions to a torrid frenzy.

  Chapter Seventeen:

  Talk About Joysticks

  Zol teased his tongue on the desire-heated skin of his Kandy Apple. The petal-soft flesh of her thigh boiled his loins.

  Painfully rigid, his cock pulsed to know her as Zin had just rutting enjoyed. Only the ambrosia of her sex essences gave him the patience to continue wooing her need.

  “Zol.” She cried out as he lapped the crease between her thigh and her Aphrodite’s altar. “Target me with that beast cock of yours.”

  His blood on fire with her plea, Zol buried his nose in her creamy folds, inhaling her mating scent.

  “Goddess.” She whimpered and raised her ass higher.

  Zol swept his palms up her sleek shapely thighs. Smoothing his hands over her delectable butt, he groaned, a rumble of sound that surged up like hot black lava. “Kandace.”

  Seizing the swell of her hips, he plunged, only far enough to bury his crown inside her furnace-hot sheath.

  “Striking power, oh yes. Do it again. Hard.”

  “As you wish, darling.” The low growl of his voice surprised Zol, but not his primal savagery.

  Rearing back, he struck inside her tight silkiness. With each thrust he forced his cock deeper. Her wild moans of pleasure encouraged the strength of his lunges.

  “More…more.” She arched toward his plunging rut inside her.

  Feeling the pliant surrender of her body beneath his hands, Zol stared at the extreme dip of her back. She strained toward Zin’s suckling. That and his lunging pillar were erotic beauty to his eye.

  Euphoria sang through his veins as flame, and Zol speared to her core with a relentless rhythm that appeased his hellbeast nature. Her little sheath convulsed in constant rapture around his cock.

  As his witch softly screamed, he barely restrained himself from pumping inside her like a brute fiend. Instead, he maintained the tempo he knew instinctively pleasured her the most.

  “Oh, Zol, yes…yes…yes. Goddess, I’m so dying…”

  “Living,” Zol interrupted. He didn’t want dying anywhere near her, not even as mere description.

  “Living, I’m living in a sex paradise.” She panted between each word.

  Raw, smoldering with the need to spill his volcanic force, Zol watched Zin lick and tug on her teats. Red as strawberries, they were elongated. He tilted her ass, a slight change in position, and stroked his cock in and out of her.

  “Zol!” From her lips, his name sounded like sacred praise. “Zol, take me.”

  Their witch wanted their passionate rule over her. Demanding as the conqueror he felt like with her, Zol fucked his Kandy Apple.

  When she keened a long melodic moan, dissolving into ecstasy, Zol raged to lightning inside. With his orgasm a tempest about to possess him entirely, he watched her glistening body go limp.

  Zol spun with the power and pleasure of the gods. Soon overpowered by his own climax, he closed his eyes and seized her core with his cock.

  Our witch, they chorused together in mindspeak.

  Keeping her tight to his loins, Zol reveled in what he wanted forever, her. Their Kandy Apple.

  Once he fell from the heights, he and Zin joined their thoughts. She was an Enduoir witch, and they recognized the risk of binding themselves to her. If she decided to leave them, returning to the planet of her birth, their fate would be a terrible one.

  Yet, truth before Hades, their choice had been made.

  Beyond compare in her satiated beauty, their Kandace lay unmoving on Zin. Tenderly, he smoothed her hair back from her face. Zol gradually withdrew from her, his gaze lingering on her exquisite features.

  When he snapped his gaze to Zin, their eyes flared. Sparks of energy leapt from one to the other as they aligned with each other and at the same time communed with the Keepers of the Underworld.

  “Kandy Apple.”

  Zol eased down beside her. Pressing his nose against her shoulder, he nuzzled for long moments. She murmured incoherent words of pleasure. When he lapped her skin, indulging in the taste of her bliss, she giggled with enjoyment.

  “You’re licking, and I’m still ticking, playhound.”

  “Our Kandy Apple took a lickin’ and kept on ticking,” Zin teased. He rolled over with her so she lay between them. Together, they looked upon her face.

  “She sure did.” Their witch lazily shimmied. “I’m happily ticking on all cylinders, as my,” she hesitated, “grandfather would say.” She giggled again, a charming sound that had both of them eyeing her fondly.

  “You two.” She took several momen
ts to fix her radiant gaze on both of them equally. “This night will go in my treasure box of memories, handsome hellhounds.” Softly smiling with a woman’s satisfaction, she placed her hands on their chests, caressing. “Thank you.”

  Alarmed by her assumption their shared passions counted only as a one-night affair, Zol and Zin stared at each other.

  “Oh, I know you talked about having your one witch.” She continued stroking them, her touch sweetly divine. “But since…well, with all this boil-and-toil trouble, I don’t think I’m the one. That is, if you were thinking…”

  “Kandace,” Zol interrupted, covering her hand with his palm.

  Composed of shadow and shimmer, her indigo eyes focused on him. Capturing her hair with his other hand, Zol tugged, claiming her mouth. His kiss uncompromising, he fused their lips, showing her his truth, that he adored her, that she belonged to them.

  He didn’t stop kissing her until she ignited, returning the depth of his passion with her own.

  “Convincing, sexy hellhound.” Her breath caressed his mouth. “What is it you’re convincing me of…exactly?” Her fingers idly stroked through his hair.

  “You still need our assistance, beautiful witch.” Zol palmed her hip, stroking down her thigh.

  “Kandace, darling.” Zin leisurely swept his hand over her other thigh. “Your enemies are particularly dangerous.”

  Reminding Zol of a pleasured queen, she undulated against their strokes. “Oh, I could get used to this. What are you suggesting? My body in exchange for your…ah, assistance?”

  Zol connected with Zin. They searched for a strategy to use with their Kandy Apple, their gazes flashing back and forth.

  “That communing thing you two do, is just so spooky-weird. I don’t know if I’d ever get used to that.”

  As he gazed at her, the mist in the depths of her eyes bewitched Zol, and he mentally ran as hellhound, then felt Zin race with him. There could be no doubt. “Kandace, you are our one witch.”

  “We will accept no other witch.” Zin tenderly fondled her breast.

  “This is so sudden,” she uttered several moments later. “I don’t think¼I mean the thought of being with you two,” she paused, eyeing both of them, “in this way is…well, very tempting.” She heaved a gigantic sigh. “But I don’t even know what my future is now. Not with this…this whole Enduoir witch business breaking loose. And—”

  Zol took hold of her hand gently. Wrapping it around his standing cock, he halted her words.

  “Already?” Astonishment owned her tone.

  “We want to bind with you, Kandace.” Zin claimed her other hand, bringing it to his proud cock. Covering her hand, he encouraged her hold on him.

  “Omygawd,” she whispered. “I’m sizzling…orgasmically sizzling.” Shutting her eyes, she smiled, her expression beatific. “What are you two doing to me?”

  “It’s what you’re doing to us.” Zol burned with hellfire bliss as he knew Zin did.

  “What am I doing?” She gripped their cocks, their carnal monuments to her on her own, her touch dainty yet firm.

  “You are conducting our combined energies, a triad of power.” Zin answered in a low fierce growl that reflected his pleasure. “Kandace, this can only happen with our chosen witch.”

  “This has never happened before,” Zol reinforced, wanting her to know they had never experienced this with any other woman, or any female they’d frolicked with sexually.

  “You’re saying this has never occurred before? This triad of power?” Her tone dubious, despite her obvious ecstasy, she continued, “You haven’t done this with another woman?”

  “Never,” Zin assured.

  “Truth, do tell. Or let your cocks un-swell. As go the words of my spell, feel the impotent hell,” she chanted her spontaneous sorcery.

  Her little hands tightened as the moments passed. Zin luminesced, emanating his red fiery essence, and Zol saw his own glow begin. Both of their cocks remained tall and blazed as if lit by an inner flame.

  “Oooooh…talk about joysticks. Guess I’ll have to trust you.” Her eyes still closed, she swirled caresses on their cocks. “Now I feel like I’m floating.”

  “We are floating, darling Kandy.”

  Zol watched her eyelids fly open. Raising her head, she looked down at her body. Her gaze jerked from him to Zin.

  “We are levitating,” she uttered, her voice heavy with pleasure. “Why do you two look like Hollywood’s version of good guy demons?”

  “Magick,” Zin teased.

  She stared at both of their cocks. “What’s with the neon red erections? Is that magick, too?”

  “Your magick ignites our volcanic force, beautiful witch.”

  Once again, Zol cast his gaze over the beauty of her naked body, bathed in their redfire radiance.

  “What happens if I let go?” she dared.

  Chapter Eighteen:

  Star-Shaped Strawberry Mark

  Feeling effervescent and sensual, Kandace basked in the rapture of holding onto Zin and Zol’s joysticks. Still, really, what the Halloween-trick-or-treat was going on? Not that she couldn’t levitate.

  “Don’t let go yet, precious Kandace.” The pure persuasiveness of Zol’s tone had her hesitating, as much as the constant flow of euphoric pleasure.

  “Then, explain. What is this triad of power?” Once the question passed her lips, they whirled in the air, counterclockwise. “Oh, no, I get dizzy.” Despite that truth, Kandace chuckled, unable to help herself.

  “Darling.” Zin cradled her head on his palm. “Think of your deepest wish.”

  “My mother,” she whispered the truth of her heart, “my Enduoir mother.”

  They spun faster, their speed increasing similar to a ride she’d experienced at an amusement park. Only this felt wondrous instead of nauseating. Bolts of lightning, in all colors of the rainbow, flashed around them.

  Despite their whipping rotation, Kandace kept her eyes open. Above her, a vortex formed, looking like a silvery gray funnel.

  The next thing she knew, she stood inside what looked like a foyer. The glistening walls appeared to be marble, or some kind of stone. As Kandace studied them, subtle aurora patterns emerged and swirled.

  Worried that she was still nude, she gazed downward. Her feet were bare, but a simple gown covered her body. Filmy white, it floated, light as a cloud. “Where am I?” she whispered. Gradually turning in a circle, Kandace saw nothing but walls and a ceiling that resembled a thick sheet of ice.

  “Daughter.”

  Kandace pivoted around so quickly her legs tangled. Surprised she didn’t topple over into a heap, she stared, her eyes widening. The woman standing before her could only have been her relative.

  A couple of inches taller, her facial features were so similar it was as if Kandace looked in a mirror—except the woman’s hair tumbled in smooth waves past her waist and gleamed like a copper bracelet.

  “Mother?”

  “Yes, I am your mother. My name is Pharrilya, my daughter.”

  Stunned and confused, Kandace asked, “How? How are we speaking?”

  “I speak English. Since we do travel to Earth, many of us know the languages.”

  “Oh. That’s right. I was told…never mind.” Kandace kept staring and hoped against hope this woman really was the mother she’d searched for so long.

  “May I prove I am your birth mother?”

  Unable to speak, Kandace nodded.

  “Daughter, in the crook of your left elbow is a star-shaped strawberry mark.”

  As she spoke, Pharrilya presented her arm. Without thinking, Kandace pulled up the sleeve of her own gown. The reddish mark she’d noticed all her life matched exactly.

  “All the women of our family have this tiny star.”

  Even with this proof, Kandace knew she should have been more suspicious. After all, this could be an elaborate evil trick. Still, she couldn’t deny her own strong sense of knowing.

  Besides, she trusted Zol and Zin�
��s power. She simply did.

  As she glanced back and forth at their marks, tears welled in her eyes. “Mother.” Her voice came from a part of her she didn’t know existed, beyond the longing she’d felt everyday.

  The connection undeniable, their gazes merged as mother and daughter, a type of magic Kandace had never known.

  “Why?” burst from her, and a million other questions surfaced.

  Pharrilya offered her hands in a tender gesture. “Let’s go sit.” Sniffling, Kandace took hold of her mother’s hands. “I’ll explain as much as I can in the time we have together.”

  Allowing herself to be led toward an ancient Greek-style bench that simply manifested, Kandace asked, “Where are we?”

  They sat, facing each other and Pharrilya held Kandace’s hands on her lap. “This is a stargate temple on Enduoir Prime, my daughter. I felt your arrival two days ago and prepared to meet you.”

  “I won’t ask how that worked. I hadn’t even met…okay, we are witches.” Suddenly everything inside Kandace plummeted and she ached terribly. “Why was I sent to Earth, away from you?”

  “Shortly after your birth, my daughter, I was attacked, and held prisoner by those from an ancient enemy race, who once roamed this solar system. For a long period of time in our history they used every method other than outright war to gain dominance of all the planet-worlds. It was the Enduoirians, specifically my family who ended their presence by using a superior form of magick.”

  “Is that why I…I’m being stalked now?” Kandace shook as if hellacious winds buffeted her. Emotionally, they did.

  “Yes, my love.” Pharrilya steadied her by gripping her hands more firmly. “During my brief imprisonment I was able to shield your presence from them. Your father and your aunt created a portal to Earth. They knew you would be a target because you carry the strongest Affrony blood.”

  “Daughter of Affrony, that’s what Evil Over-Voice woman called me.”

  For a fleeting instant Pharrilya smiled at her term. “Nine major houses developed on Enduoir. One of them is Affrony. My lineage is mostly of that house. Your father also carries that lineage strongly. You, my daughter, carry the magickal traits of us both, but greatly enhanced. The moment I held you in my arms and beheld your face, I knew that. Your eyes were so bright with what we call the Source Fire.”