My sensual criminals
Sensual victory moves

"This is how it has to be," I moan in his ear, nibbling lightly on his lobe. Soon we're moving together like cogs in a wheel. James thrusts his cock in and out of her pussy and I grip her ass like a spoon. With every thrust of mine, her pussy sinks deeper onto his cock, and with every thrust of his, her ass sinks deeper into mine. Our hands roam James, savoring his luscious curves. My hand travels up his waist to cup his tits as I kiss his neck.

"We don't deserve you," I moan, pumping his ass as I feel my orgasm building.

"Yes, you do," she moans with her eyes closed. "You're everything I've ever wanted." I thrust harder and James keeps up with my rhythm. She moans, one arm around James' neck and the other around my ass. I notice how she clenches her buttocks as she nears orgasm, which almost makes me explode. From James' expression, I see his pussy doing the same. He moans, frowning, as he kisses her, licking her lips. I nibble on her neck and kiss the sensitive skin under her ear voraciously.

"Say you forgive us," I moan, moving closer as my length continues to be milked by his ass, his back passage squeezing me tighter and tighter.

"Please forgive us, little girl," James growls, knowing what I'm talking about.

"I... I forgive you," she moans, her voice rising as she cums. "I love you!" she screams.

With this statement, Ariana's ass clenches around my cock as she screams, her body going wild. Her pussy must be doing the same, because both James and I moan and grunt, cumming simultaneously inside our goddess. Hot streams of cum enter both of her holes and she mewls as her pussy gets so wet I notice how it splashes James' cock and my legs. Breathing like maniacs, my brother and I pump and pump inside her ass and pussy, grunting and groaning with lust and satisfaction as we finally unleash all our pent up love for this woman.

At last, we slow down, embraced, breathless. We lie together in such a tight embrace that I'm sure, from above, we must look like a sweaty, sated creature with three heads, six arms and six legs, all entangled. I kiss her hair, damp with sweat. "I love you, Ariana," I whisper.

"We both love you," echoes James, kissing her forehead.

"I love you too, Jack and James," she whispers, her voice full of adoration. My heart beats ecstatically at her words, because there is nothing sweeter. But I have to tell her what I think.

"We will never let anyone hurt you, sweetheart," I swear in a fierce voice. "Today was an unfortunate aberration and a big mistake on our part. We will not miscalculate again."

"Yes," James rumbles in agreement. "And if anyone so much as touches a hair on your head, they won't even be able to regret it because they'll be dead," he finishes off simply.

My brother's words are true. I have never killed anyone, but after tonight, I would be capable of that kind of violence. Frankly, James and I have never had anything worth killing for, but now that Ariana is in our lives, no crime seems too extreme when it comes to her safety. After all, we used to deal in property: paintings, artwork, jewelry and the like. They were inanimate objects worth millions, but now we have something much more valuable: Ariana. We may be professional thieves, but this woman is the one who has stolen our hearts.

JAMES

With sweat still dripping from our limbs, I can feel my whole body expand with all-consuming excitement. We just told a woman we love her, and those are words we don't say often. It had been a long time since we had told anyone we loved them, if ever.

But miracles really do happen because, somehow, Ariana feels the same way. She looks into my eyes sweetly and her mouth curves into the warmest, most loving smile I've ever seen. Without realizing it, my lips quirk into a smile, and I feel strange, but good. Like when you try on a garment you haven't seen in so long you've forgotten you had it, but when you put it on it fits like a glove.

She rolls onto her back to look Jack in the eyes as well. Then I hear her gasp as she gazes at our bodies in their entirety. Earlier, we had been too busy to let her look closely.

"My God, you're hurt!" she exclaims, surprised, then looks back at me. "And so are you!" Admittedly, we're both covered in cuts and bruises. "Stay here. Ariana gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom. I watch her lush body as she walks forward, her ass and thighs jiggling and the roundness of her tits peeking out from her torso.

Jack and I smile at each other as our wife rummages through the bathroom.

"You look like shit, James," Jack grins.

"So are you," I reply. "But it was worth it."

"Yeah," he replies, nodding with satisfaction, "but at least it's the last time we'll see those assholes." Ariana returns to the room carrying two steaming hot towels and a first aid kit.

"You're going to sit still while I patch you up," she announces, and her sudden bossy attitude is so adorable I can't help but smile. "And you're going to tell me exactly what happened earlier." But Jack and I keep quiet as he rubs our faces with the hot towels. "Well?" he says sweetly to us with a lilt in his voice.

"I'll start by telling you that I've already taken care of it," I state before he interrupts me.

"Those pieces of shit that came in and tried to-" but Jack can't even finish the sentence, he's so furious.

"They're gone," I conclude for him. "You don't have to worry about them anymore, honey."

He keeps wiping his cuts and bruises, avoiding our gazes.

"But what happened?" he asks in a soft tone. "Where were you for so long while they were here?". I'm nervous, but his complacent attitude reassures me. He asks out of curiosity, and nothing more. Despite everything that has just happened, Ariana still trusts us unconditionally.

My brother lets out a big sigh.

"There was a mutiny," Jack explains, "organized by those five animals while the rest of the circle was out on a major raid. Obviously, it was a long time coming because they planned it a long time ago. You were just the straw that broke the camel's back."

"Me?" she asks, glancing quickly at us. James shakes his head.

"Those assholes have always been a tough bunch. Not that the rest of us aren't too, but they waited until our allies were raiding. Then they staged a fist fight outside as a distraction before turning on us."

At that moment, Ariana gasps and stops cleaning our wounds for a moment.

"They caught us by surprise," I explain with a grimace. "We ran out, and suddenly we were surrounded. It was five against two of us, and yes, we're big and they're weak, but the surprise factor did it. They knocked us out, and that's when they lunged for you."

She gasps again.

"Did you finally come to your senses and realize what was going on?"

I sigh.

"Henrry, that blond boy, rescued us. He had also been injured during the fight, but he managed to revive himself, and then he undid the bindings they had put on our wrists and ankles. Sons of bitches," I cursed. "They don't even know how to tie someone up properly, they're incompetent."

Ariana is silent for a moment, not taking her eyes off us.

"Excuse me for asking," she says slowly. "But what did they expect to accomplish? There were only five of them, while your crew consists of almost thirty men. The crew was going to return from the raid at some point, and see the mutiny. Besides, why didn't they kill you? It seems dangerous to leave someone like you alive," he whispers.

I let out a laugh.

"That's right, sweetheart. If you get the chance to kill us, you'd better take it, because it may not come your way again," I say gruffly. My brother adds his two cents.

"By knocking out the leaders and raping his wife," Jack explains, "they hoped to claim you and establish leadership over the ring. Death is not necessary for that. We would have been driven out, as beta males are driven out of a wolf pack. The other criminals would have lined up behind the new leader. Unfortunately for them, they didn't expect us to break free and mount a counterattack." "Just as well," I growl.

"You see," Jack explains, "James and I don't kill for the most part. There's no need because we're thieves, first and foremost. But tonight, all that might have changed."

"And when the rest of the ring came back and saw what had happened? Well, let's just say they weren't happy and patched things up." Ariana's eyes go round as saucers.

"What did they do?" she asks, looking innocent and pure as a child.

"They took care of it," I say simply, shrugging.

"What do you mean?"

"They took them outside," Jack evades.

"To do what?" he asks, genuinely not knowing. My brother and I are silent for a moment before looking deep into her eyes.

"Again, first and foremost we are thieves, Ariana. We don't traffic in women. We don't traffic in children, drugs or anything like that. Therefore, violence is not usually necessary in our work. But sometimes, there are exceptions, and one of those exceptions happened tonight."

She gasps, realizes, and her hands shake. I grab them and press them to my heart.

"All you need to know is that you're safe now. You never have to worry about those five assholes ever again because, frankly, you'll never see them again. Guaranteed." She nods slowly, her curvaceous body still trembling from the import of my words.

"Do you trust us?" my twin asks, looking into her eyes. She nods, smiling.

"Of course I trust you," she whispers.

"Good, because it might take some getting used to living here with us," says Jack, now fully healed. "But with a little adjustment and a lot of love, we can make it work, honey. We want to make it work, and we want to raise the baby here, with you."

He smiles tremulously.

"Ariana," I say, grabbing her by the wrist as I stare into her beautiful brown eyes. "You are our top priority going forward. You and the baby. From now on, everything we do will be for the happiness of our family." She smiles tremulously and then looks at us with eyes full of love and sincerity.

"Jack, James," she whispers. "I'm right where I want to be. Even with what happened tonight, I don't want to go back. I want to be with you. We both do," he adds with a smile, holding his hand to his belly. And that's when I know we don't have to worry about losing Ariana. After all, there was reason to be afraid: we brought a precious, pure child into our den to protect her and keep her close. However, in the first hour, we had almost succeeded in hurting her and God knows what else.

If she had wanted to leave, my brother and I would have let her. In fact, I expected Ariana to ask us to go live somewhere else as a family. But she didn't. Instead, this pure, angelic creature has continued to trust us, put her faith in us and brought out the best in us. Come to think of it, my brother and I are so different from when we first met her that I barely recognize myself now. We appreciate the loyalty of our men and the security of our fortress. We have taken steps to expand our enterprise, expanding beyond mere criminality. And, above all, we appreciate the goodness and innocence that resides within Ariana. Her generosity and sweet nature have touched our souls, and we are better men because of her. After all, at first Ariana was our "victim," so to speak, and the target of our criminal acts. But now, the curvy girl has turned everything upside down, and we are the target of her heart.