My sensual criminals
Awakening from fantasy

The way she suddenly opens up to us, telling us about this depraved fantasy, makes me want to cradle her in my arms and never let her go. The trust she puts in us gives me the feeling that we are something more to her than men with divine bodies. We are completing something for her. Something big. Something important. Something beyond a fantasy. That's obvious by the way she looks at us as she's nestled between our frames. "What's your problem, honey?" I can't resist asking, looking at her innocent face. She rolls her eyes and pouts.

"Why, is something wrong?" she asks. Her light, childlike voice steals my heart.

"No, no, of course not," Jack snores from his other side, sensing what I'm getting at. We're not identical twins for nothing, after all. "I think what James means is that most young girls would have been afraid of us, that's all. Afraid to take two." "Especially since we came into your room in the middle of the night, princess," I growl under my breath.

She smiles shyly.

"I was afraid," she admits. "But there's something about you."

Our expressions darken.

"We're criminals, Ariana. Make no mistake," Jack rasps in his baritone. "We were going to rob your parents and, in fact, we may still be."

I'm not sure what I expected, but it's certainly not what happens next.

"I hate my parents," she hisses, eyes sparkling. It's strange to see the sweet little girl so venomous all of a sudden, when she was all milk and honey before. There's something dark hidden in there, no doubt. "You asked me what my problem was," she continues. "There it is. I feel like a prisoner. A princess locked in a tower." Now her eyes are filled with tears. She hesitates for a moment. "And you are my knights in shining armor," she adds, her lip quivering. Shit, I knew it. I knew it. He's grown fond of us in a way we can't afford. Still, I can't resist pulling her close to my chest as Jack strokes her hair.

"Come on. It can't be that bad," I growl into the crown of her head. She sniffs against my chest.

"It's better now," she says. He looks at me and then at Jack; his big brown eyes fill with tears before cascading down his round, rosy cheeks. "Now that I have you two, I think I'm going to be okay." I pull her to me and cradle her against my chest as Jack caresses her from behind. Both of our cocks have started to soften, but the proximity to Ariana's little body could make us both hard in a second if we're not careful. However, we both sense that this is a tender moment, not to be interrupted by more sensual moments, although I could do it again in a heartbeat.

I feel Ariana's breathing slow and look down to see her sound asleep in our arms. Jack and I exchange glances. We have to go and this is the perfect time. It's a blessing that we weren't discovered while we were fucking this little princess and making her moan like an animal, but we can't stay any longer. We can't gamble more than our luck.

Quickly, noiselessly, my brother and I get out from under our sleeping beauty. She is an angel, breathing softly on her feather mattress. We gently lift the blankets over her curvaceous body and tuck her in. Then we quickly get dressed, tucking our thick, heavy cocks back into our pants, and leave as quietly as we came in.

Jack and I don't say a word as we walk back to our lair, slipping through the dark city streets like shadows. We don't need to speak. We both know things have changed now, possibly forever. It was supposed to be just another raid: in and out quickly. We didn't expect to replace a goddess so intoxicatingly seductive, so luxurious and so desperate to be loved and possessed. We also didn't count on being powerless before her, to the point that we didn't even achieve our goal: to blind her father.

Worse, we definitely didn't count on feeling that protective feeling for Ariana. This animalistic urge to possess her body and keep her to ourselves. To keep her away from anyone who could hurt her. I feel a change in myself that I know Jack feels too.

Our lair is a dangerous place, and our occupation is fraught with risk. Our line of work has no room for emotions or attachments. There is no room for anything but pure greed and evil. The rest of the guild will not be happy when we come back empty-handed. It's a good thing Jack and I are in charge and can wreak havoc on anyone who has a problem with our methods, because we may have to. This little goddess has turned our world upside down, and I'm not sure I care. ARIANA

I wake up shivering and alone. My eyes squint in the morning light, and loneliness engulfs me as I see the outlines left by James and Jack's bodies on my mattress. Proof that I hadn't dreamed it all. They really were here, taking my breath away with their masculinity. At what point did they leave? How long did they stay?

Somehow, I must have slept through the night because a glance at the alarm clock on my bedside table tells me it's time to start getting ready for school. Classes seem mundane and stupid to me after what happened last night, like they're totally disconnected from the life of the new person I've become. I can't pinpoint it, but something changed last night. I changed.

Getting out of bed and walking to my bathroom to shower is a painful business. My God, how my pussy and ass hurt. And my thighs ache too from being open for so long in a position I'm not used to: straddling a big man's pelvis. How is it possible that something that gave me so much pleasure last night is causing me so much pain today? Limping a little, I manage to get into the shower.

As I let the hot water run over my body, I get some relief from the pain. And then I feel the man's hot cum seeping out of my ass and pussy. I look down and see it dripping down my thighs. The milky jets mix with the hot water to pool at my feet and then rinse down the drain. I can't help but think of the symbolism of the union of the three, but then I tell myself I'm being silly.