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  CONTENTS

  Vengeful Vixens

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  About the Author

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  Healing Hartley

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  ©Copyright Ann Cory 2009

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  Edited by Michele Paulin

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  Vengeful Vixens

  HEALING HARTLEY

  Ann Cory

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  Dedication

  For everyone with open hearts and open minds

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  Chapter One

  Hartley woke from her restless sleep with a renewed sense of self. Today she would carry out the plan she'd spent a year readying for. A plan to once and for all put an end to the power he had held over her for far too long.

  Delicious heat radiated from the two bodies sidled up close on either side of her. Their breath warm and slow against her shoulders, cocks nestled in soft erections against her thighs. Mornings had become interesting since she found herself in their home. Near death, she'd reached out with her mind, hoping someone, anyone, would hear. And they had. Two male witches with the power to shape-shift at will. They'd answered her call and spirited her away on their black raven wings, rescuing her from the man who had betrayed her.

  She looked to her right where Raithe lay, his face set in a peaceful repose. A faint shadow of stubble bordered his full, pale lips. Long, black hair draped across his cheek and came to a tangled mass along his muscular chest and shoulder. He'd established himself in the beginning as her fierce protector and loyal seducer. Insisted that he would save himself only for her and be at her beckon call. His powers sent her to new heights that allowed her to experience both a body and mind fuck that kept her senses ablaze around him.

  Raithe's intuitive gift helped her stay grounded at the right times, but he knew when she craved escape.

  A deep sigh emitted from his throat, and he rested his hand on her belly. In that instant, her body awakened with desire. Her mouth twitched at the thought of running her tongue along his rich, tawny skin. The handsome beast looked even more appetising this morning. But it wasn't just one man who made her body burn.

  Hartley switched her gaze to Faramir and noticed the wicked smile fixed on his lips, no doubt the result of a racy dream. It was a rare moment when sex didn't occupy his mind. She watched him sleep and let her gaze travel along his high cheekbones, mocha-coloured skin, smooth chest and well-defined arms. His aura exuded a potent sexuality. He was a machine with a libido that didn't stop. Not that she ever complained. A woman would be a fool to find fault with being sandwiched between two very giving and doting lovers.

  Hartley rested her head comfortably on the pillow and stared at the ceiling, willing them to wake up. With their hands on her body, she couldn't think straight, and she had a big day planned. They'd somehow, unknowingly, charged her very core with electricity and made her want sex like she would die if she didn't have it soon. Impatience gnawed at her. For now, she'd have to wait, captive between the two men who'd taught her how to unleash her inner witch, reclaim her natural gifts and restore her trust in love.

  Raithe stirred and pulled into her, the tip of his cock harder than it had been moments ago. “I sense a change in the air,” he murmured, his deep voice vibrating through her.

  "Today is the day,” she stated with absolute certainty.

  Faramir woke, too, and smoothed his hand along her arm. “Are you nervous, love?"

  She sighed. “I'd be lying if I said no."

  "Just know that you are at your strongest,” Raithe soothed. “You've worked hard to get where you are. You're one step closer to being truly healed."

  She nodded, his words empowering her. “Yes, but without your guidance and support, I'd be lost. I'm lucky to have you both in my life."

  Raithe propped up on his elbow, his hair splaying along his chest. “Remember, should you need us, we'll be there. All you have to do is call."

  Much as she appreciated the encouragement, other things demanded attention at the moment. “Right now, I'm more preoccupied with the need growing between my thighs."

  Faramir leaned in and cupped her breast. “I think we have a known cure for that need."

  His cock thrummed hard against her hip. Raithe cupped her other breast, and simultaneously, they suckled her nipples. Slow and drawn out at first. Then they nipped and tugged at her hardened buds with intense hunger. Her head spun at the rush of emotions shooting through her. She fisted her hands through their hair, writhing between them, almost crushing her breasts into their faces. Heat travelled up her body and spread along her neck. Oh God, she wanted them.

  "Yes, more,” she moaned. “Please."

  "All in good time,” Raithe whispered and began to chant, his dark, sensuous voice conjuring exotic images for an incredible mind fuck. His witch powers allowed him to tap into old fantasies she'd long since forgotten. Her legs pressed firm together, her pussy flooded.

  Raithe and Faramir climbed off the bed and stood a few feet away, in all their naked glory. Bodies of sin she could never seem to get enough of. She waited for what would come next. A series of unexpected surprises that would take her breath away. Their sultry eyes stared at her intently while their lips uttered words she didn't know.

  As if by magic, her arms lifted above her head. An unseen force bound her hands with strips of leather and secured them to the headboard. Hartley pulled against the bonds to be sure they were secure. To her relief, they were. With her movements restricted she'd be free to enjoy, remaining open and responsive. She liked it better than being blindfolded.

  Invisible fingers traced between her thighs, moving up one side and down the other. Feather light flicks against her clit made her cry out. She arched her
back and tilted her pelvis. Couldn't they see the liquid heat streaking the sheets? Didn't they smell her yearning?

  "More, please more,” she begged.

  Through the dark veil of her lashes she eyed their big, thick erections. How long would they torture her with their invisible touch?

  "You're thinking too much,” Raithe insisted. “Lay back and let go. You'll have us soon enough."

  "Eager beauty,” Faramir teased.

  She swivelled her hips and parted her thighs. She wanted them to see what they were turning away. Her nipples were beaded tight, begging for a tug of teeth or a swipe of the tongue. Wouldn't anyone put her out of her misery?

  Raithe shook his head. “Okay, that's it."

  "What?” she asked with the hope of sounding innocent.

  "You're doing it again."

  The impatience in his voice was unmistakable. She needed to focus on the pleasure, not how bad she wanted to come. Hartley exhaled a frustrated sigh. She quieted her mind and let them take her to the next level.

  "See your fantasies come to life,” Raithe coaxed. “Remember, sex is more than a physical act."

  Her mind cleared, and a blanket of warmth caressed her, wrapping her body in a threshold of eroticism. Through half-glazed eyes, she saw many dark forms move around her. Their faces were blurred, but she could smell their muskiness. Her body opened up, theirs for the taking. The sheer desire beckoned from between her legs with an intangible force. It was an itch she couldn't scratch alone, and she willed them to offer relief.

  As if in answer, their hands travelled all over her body, inspecting crevices and exploring curves. Where their fingers touched her body ignited. Fire spread from her toes to her face and stirred an insatiable appetite. The bed was a plate, and she was on the menu, pleading to be sampled anywhere that gave her a moment of delight. Each of her senses was on high. She could taste the salt of their sweat, hear the rasp in their breath, and smell the heady scent of their sex. She could see their forms tend to her body, and most of all feel the wild, wicked lust raging through her.

  Hartley smiled while the fantasy continued to play out, aware both Raithe and Faramir looked on. She knew they'd hold back until they couldn't stand it any longer.

  Her body lifted off the bed a few inches and hung suspended in the air. The leather bonds released from around her wrists. Hartley held her breath in anticipation.

  Fingers she couldn't see, but could feel, ran up and down her legs, inching near the torrid slit between her thighs. Tiny pings of pleasure battered her body. The closer towards her clit they stroked, the harder her legs quaked.

  "Yes,” she whispered.

  Hartley strained to see their faces. “Please, let me see you."

  Slowly the haze cleared, and their bodies materialised. She drew in her breath as she saw they were all identical. Chiselled naked bodies that flexed and stretched beautifully. They each had long, dark hair that hung straight with stray strands brushing against their bronze pecs. Their cocks were raised and larger than any she'd ever seen or had inside her. Vibrant violet eyes stared, lips set in a seductive smile. Phallic symbols of horns adorned their foreheads, painted in bright red. They all seemed to float and move about her like wisps of smoke.

  She watched their mouths draw closer to her inner thighs. A tongue slithered and rolled inside her pussy, lapping at the dampness. Her nipples stood erect as one of the horns slipped into her drenched slit and found her G-spot. Thick liquid warmed her thighs, a welcomed heat to her bewildered mind. Her body was charged. Fingers, lips, teeth and mouths kissed, suckled, probed and manipulated her into a frenzied state. One man floated above her, his enormous cock dangling in front of her eager lips.

  "You'll suck it until I say otherwise,” he demanded then shifted his body into a sixty-nine position, burying his face between her legs.

  Hartley opened her mouth wide and welcomed his tantalising sweetness. He tasted divine. She felt him plough his expert fingers and tongue inside her while another man slid his fingers inside her ass. They flicked their tongues along her nipples and took turns biting them. Every part of her was filled, and she was on sensory overload.

  An orgasm drew close. Her legs trembled with wild abandon. Another large horn slid into her pussy and plunged in and out of her. It felt bigger than anything she'd ever taken in. The luscious friction hit her clit just so, and her belly clenched.

  Deep, sensuous voices filled the room. Come now. Come now. Come now.

  The erotic chant gave her the extra push she needed for release. Her body jolted from the fierce explosion between her legs. Eyes closed, she cried out in ecstasy. Her toes curled while one spasm after another overtook her.

  In a gentle whoosh, she fell to the bed. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she smiled. Instead of the fantasy men, Raithe ravaged her clit with his tongue while Faramir prodded his fingers along her tight anal hole.

  Her body trembled. They were never content with her having only one orgasm.

  "Take me boys,” she pleaded.

  Raithe lay beside her and pulled her onto him, his cock pressed firm between her ass cheeks. The leather straps once again bound her wrists.

  "You'll take me all the way in,” he ordered.

  Her pulse escalated. “Yes,” she moaned.

  Without hesitation, his cock filled her anus, inch by bliss-filled inch. His fingers reached around her and hooked her nipples tight. Faramir climbed onto the bed and winked.

  "You look hot, love,” he stated with a heavy-lidded gaze.

  Straddled over her, he rested his cock at her slit.

  "Ready for me?"

  She bit her lip, nodding, readying for the scintillating feel of both their cocks driving inside her most sacred places. In a quick thrust, Faramir splayed the folds of her pussy wide apart. Raithe gripped her hips and worked her from behind. The delicious friction of his thick shaft against her anal hole was almost too much to handle. Together they filled her, and made her feel like the most beautiful and loved woman in the world. She imagined their cocks stroking against one another. Duelling for attention.

  "Tell us what you want, love,” Faramir prompted, sweat trickling alongside his face.

  Breathless, she blurted out, “More. Please give me more."

  "More of what,” Raithe grunted. “We love to hear the words from your lips."

  All hope of sounding like a lady went by the wayside. If she didn't tell them, they'd draw out the orgasm until she begged for it. The sweet need for release motivated her. “I want you to fuck me harder, faster, deeper,” she cried. “Just don't stop.” She wanted to add the word ever to the end, but decided that sounded too presumptuous.

  "Our ... pleasure ... love,” Faramir said between laboured breaths.

  Their bodies moved in one continuous motion to the drumming of their pulses. Each growl, moan and whimper pinged along the walls—music to her ears. This moment of togetherness meant the world to her. She could never leave them. They'd become her world. This was home.

  In a matter of minutes, they brought her to a second raging orgasm. Its intensity surprised her. As she cried out, they shot their white heat into her, bellowing in unison. The leather bonds disappeared, and she let her arms rest along the pillow.

  After a few rapid thrusts, Raithe and Faramir withdrew their cocks and settled on either side of her, encircling her in their arms. Hartley enjoyed this time with their soft caresses and tender whispers. Bodies warm and sweat-coated. She always felt safe between them. How she wished they would accompany her today.

  "You know how to treat a girl well."

  Faramir kissed her shoulder. “We only did what you asked, love."

  "You're so demanding,” Raithe added with a playful smile.

  "Then you are both great listeners.” She stretched her limbs and groaned. “While I'd much rather lay here with you two for the remainder of the day, I have to get ready for...” Hartley didn't know how to finish the sentence. She had to get ready to exact revenge? She had to
get ready to teach an ex-lover the lesson of a lifetime?

  Raithe seemed to read her thoughts. “We understand. This is your day. We only wanted to make the morning a little more memorable."

  And memorable it was.

  "Well you succeeded in more ways than one.” With a reluctant sigh, Hartley slid from the bed, her body well-fucked and sated. She made her way down the hall and into the alcove, her special place where she practised magic.

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  Raithe watched Hartley's beautiful form rise from the bed. Her dark chocolate hair swung along her waist, the sheet draped across her body like a Greek goddess. He could stare into her cinnamon-brown eyes forever, and while he'd never want her to stay for him, he cringed at the thought of ever losing her. It made his desire to fully pleasure her even more important. He worried the novelty of sharing a bed and home with two men would wear off.

  The sound of her whispered sighs reverberated in his ears. Such heavenly sounds. He rested his fingers beneath his nose and inhaled the honey-like scent that still lingered from her pussy.

  "I recognise that look in your eyes,” his friend murmured.

  He furrowed a brow. “How's that?"

  "You're worried."

  "And you're not?"

  "She's nervous, but she'll do fine,” Faramir reasoned.

  Raithe stood and covered up in a robe. “You think so?"

  "Yes. She has good teachers. Besides, you'll make yourself sick if you keep on."

  "I only want her to be happy.” He shrugged. “Remember when she first came here? Like a little lost puppy. That monster did a number on her. I didn't think she'd ever recover from the trauma."

  Faramir nodded. “We're good for her. At any rate, I've said it before. I can whip up something to take care of that cretin anytime. Just say the word and it's done."

  "Part of her healing is doing it on her own.” Raithe rubbed the back of his neck to ease the tension. “We can't meddle. Besides, I swore an oath when I became a witch to not use my magic to harm."