Chapter 24 Syra

Iam learning an important lesson about bathing with alphas—the more alphas you add to the bath, the less efficient the entire process becomes.

The idea that I could take care of my own personal hygiene is never even entertained as a possibility.

I am once more standing in the warm, shallow water of the underground spring. The difference is that this time I can actually see what is going on around me. The torch that Markus brought from the main chamber has been fitted into a natural notch in the stone wall, and the flames are filling the space with a soft, golden light that dances across the ripples in the water and sets the steam rising off the surface aglow. I can see where the water is coming through a gap in the stone, high up on one of the walls, falling in shimmering sheets that break up into showers of raindrops. And when I look the other way, I can see how the water flows off in a series of terraced pools stepping down into an inky blackness the torchlight does not reach, the water pouring back into the depths of the earth from which it came.

This has to be one of the most amazing and beautiful places in all the Zone. I would love to have the chance to fully appreciate its beauty.

If I weren't so distracted by other matters.

Two huge, naked alphas are on either side of me, laving my body with water and scrubbing my skin with cleansing suds. Following some initial bickering, and a rather slippery tug of war, the chunk of tallow soap which Brik used on me earlier has since been broken into two smaller pieces, one for each alpha.

I just hope I do not share the same fate as the soap.

At the moment, the two alphas are having a disagreement over the proper technique for washing an omega's breasts. This comes on the heels of similar arguments regarding the correct way to wash my back, my buttocks, underneath my arms, and pretty much every other part of me.

"You're doing it all wrong!" Brik growls. "Look, you need to work the soap in more deeply, like this…"

He works up a nice handful of lather with his piece of soap, then he spreads the silky foam over one of my breasts, kneading my soft flesh with a firm grip that makes me moan with pleasure.

"See how much she likes that?" Brik says proudly. "I bet you I could make her come just by massaging her breasts like that."

I bet he's right. I'm tempted to ask him to test his theory.

"Okay, first of all," Markus retorts. "The point isn't to make Syra come. The point is to get her clean. And second of all, you're being too rough with her. You need to use a gentler touch, like this…"

Now Markus takes a turn spreading lather over my other breast. His touch is softer, but the way his large palm smooths over my bare skin is no less pleasurable than Brik's firmer grip. When his fingertips close around my erect nipple and roll it between them like a glass bead, even more desperate sounds come spilling out of me.

"See?" Markus says. "She likes my way better."

"No," Brik snarls as he clutches me again. "She prefers my way."

The combination of those two styles of massage, rough on one side, gentle on the other, is almost more than my poor little brain can process. My cries get louder and higher pitched as pleasure flows through my body, building toward an inevitable release.

But at the last moment, just as I'm about to come, Markus reaches over and shoves Brik's hand away from my chest.

"You're hurting her!"

"No I am not! You have no clue about how to properly bathe Syra."

"And you're some great master at it? This is only your second time doing it."

"That's still twice as many times as you."

"Oh please! I know far more about Syra than you do. I mated with her first."

"Only by a few hours, and you were fucking asleep half the time!"

"Shut up!"

Markus reaches across my body and shoves Brik so hard the alpha stumbles backward a few steps, his muscular legs splashing in the water. A second later, Brik recovers and gives Markus a shove of his own, and before I know it, I'm trapped between two angry, thrashing alphas.

Great. Here we go again.

"Stop it!" I shout.

The water and the acoustics of the cave amplify my voice into a piercing shriek. Both alphas immediately stop fighting and they stare at me with eyes full of concern, checking to see if I am hurt.

I'm not. I'm just angry.

I'm angry at the alphas for their violent, jealous behavior, but I'm even angrier at myself for the way that jealousy is turning me on. I shouldn't enjoy having two hard, dominant alphas fighting over me like a prize, but there is no denying my body's response to their display of aggression. Source, there's so much slick leaking out of me now, it is running down my legs.

I blame my heat.

"Stop fighting," I say to the alphas. "You're like a couple of boys fighting over the same toy."

Brik frowns, Markus bashfully scratches his head, and for a moment they really do look like a pair of overgrown boys. Two brothers who have just been scolded by their mother for always being at one another's throats.

But I know this little truce is temporary. It's only a matter of time before they find some new reason to fight over me. It's their nature as alphas to be competitive with one another, and my heat-scent is only exacerbating that tendency.

I guess it's up to me to channel that jealousy and competitiveness into something more productive.

"You know," I say, glancing back and forth between the two naked alphas, "if the two of you are going to insist on acting like a couple of boys, then maybe you'd better settle your differences the way boys do… with a game."

I run my fingers down both of their hard, rippling stomachs, until my hands are just brushing against their erect shafts. It's meant to get their attention. It works.

"A game?" Brik asks.

"That's right," I whisper as I wrap my fingers around both of them and start to stroke. "You know, a little friendly competition. The winner gets to bathe me however he sees fit."

"What kind of competition did you have in mind?" asks Markus.

I bite my lip as I think about this question. A number of different ideas come to mind, and most of them involve the two long, hard things I'm currently holding in my hands, but I decide to start with something smaller and simpler instead.

"Kissing."

"Kissing?" both alphas ask in unison.

I release my grip and let my hands glide back up to their chests. I can feel their strong hearts beating hard inside them, and it makes my own heart flutter with excitement.

"Yeah," I say. "A kissing competition. I'll let both of you kiss me, then I'll decide who's better at it. So, who wants to be first?"

Before Markus has a chance to answer, Brik drags my body against his own, and he claims my mouth in a brutal, dominating kiss. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around him and clutch at the hard muscles of his back, moaning softly into his mouth while he kisses me. His lip piercing brushes my bottom lip, and I open for him, letting his tongue slide against my own. His hard cock presses against my belly, and I can feel it pulsing with desire, staining my skin with warm, sticky precum.

When he finally releases me, I am left gasping for air.

Wow. Okay, that's going to be tough to beat.

I suddenly feel a hard wall of muscle pressing into me from behind, and an equally hard cock nestling against my ass. A deep voice rumbles at my ear.

"My turn."

Markus turns me and pulls me against him, but he isn't rough about it the way Brik was. He takes his time with it, and when our lips finally meet, it is so soft and smooth it feels as if our two mouths are melting together into one. I slide my hands around behind him and squeeze his butt while he gently rocks his pelvis against me, gliding his hard cock up and down against my tummy. Our tongues writhe together in a similar, rhythmic motion.

When our lips finally part, I feel just as breathless as I did after Brik's kiss.

"So?" Markus asks.

"I… I can't decide."

It's not that I'm worried about hurting either of the alphas' feelings. I truly can't decide which kiss I enjoyed more.

"Let me try again," Brik says, sounding slightly annoyed. "I know I can kiss better than this asshole."

He starts to pull me into him again, but I press a hand to his chest to hold him off.

"Wait," I say, "Let's try something different."

"Something different?"

I carefully extricate myself from Brik's grasp and sink to my knees in front of the two males. Warm water laps against the bottoms of my breasts while the torchlight plays across the alphas' hard, naked bodies towering above me. My own body buzzes with excitement at what I'm about to do.

"You're going to share my mouth." I say, "Then I'm going to decide which one feels better."

Neither of them argues with that.

Since Markus was the winner of the first round, I decide to taste him first. I moan softly as his hard cock slides into me, warm and smooth and thudding with his strong pulse. The taste of his precum alone is nearly enough to make me come, and I drop one hand beneath the water and touch myself as I continue to suck him slow and deep. When I pause to catch my breath, I used my other hand to stroke him, spreading my saliva all the way down to his base. Then I open wide and take him into me again, even deeper than before.

Markus groans with pleasure and runs his fingers through my hair.

"Fuck, that feels nice, Syra. Keep that up, and you're going to get a mouthful of cum."

That prospect makes me shiver with desire, but I'm not ready for him to come inside me. Not just yet. As much as it pains me to do so, I manage to pull back before sucking him to completion.

I turn my attention to Brik. He has been watching me service Markus, and while his eyes are ablaze with jealousy, his cock is as hard as ever, and I get the feeling that on some level he actually enjoyed watching me pleasure his rival.

"Your turn," I whisper.

I start by teasing him, brushing my mouth against his tip, moistening my lips with the warm sticky nectar of his precum. Brik quickly grows impatient with me, and clutches my hair in his fist.

"Stop toying with me, woman," he growls. "It's not kisses I want. It's your throat."

I'm tempted to remind him this competition isn't about what he wants, but before I have a chance to say anything, he breaches my lips and begins to fuck my mouth, sliding into me a little deeper with each thrust until I can feel the hard steel piercing nudging against the back of my throat. Bitter tears stream down my cheeks, and I start to choke a little, but Brik forces me to take a few more deep thrusts before he finally relents and yanks my head back as long strings of spit stretch from my gasping lips to the end of his pierced cock.

"So?" Brik rumbles above me. "Whom do you prefer?"

"I… I'm not sure," I murmur. "I need one more taste."

Or two.

Or three.

I return to Markus's cock and suck him deeply. He purrs affectionately and weaves his fingers through my hair. After a little while, I go back to Brik and receive another hard ravaging of my throat.

Then I try Markus again.

Then Brik.

I go back and forth between them, unable to make up my mind. I certainly enjoy the way Markus's cock reacts to my attention, the way it jumps and twitches in response to every touch of my lips and my tongue. It is fun to be in control of a man's pleasure, especially when that man is a hard and dangerous alpha such as Markus.

With Brik, it's the exact opposite. He's the one who's in control, and he uses me as he sees fit, fucking not only my mouth, but my throat as well, taking me deeper than I would ever try to go if left to my own devices. It's scary, giving up control like that, but it feels good.

Markus is the gentle one. I know I can trust him never to hurt me, but I also know I can trust Brik not to go too far when he gets rough with me.

At last, I sit back and stare at the two alphas, their cocks glistening wetly in the torchlight, their flavors mixing on my tongue.

"So," says Markus. "Have you come to a decision, Syra?"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

I look back and forth between them for a moment, then I shake my head. "I'm sorry, but I still can't make up my mind."

"I guess that means we'll have to try a different form of competition," says Markus.

"Any ideas?" asks Brik.

They both look at me, as if awaiting an answer. I rise and walk toward the edge of the natural pool where the three of us are standing. I can feel both alphas staring at my bare bottom as I go, and their hungry growls make my legs weak with arousal. When I reach the edge of the pool, I turn and face them again, then I sit down on the stone ledge just above the level of the water. I lean back, bracing myself with my arms behind me, and I spread my legs as wide as they will go. Only yesterday, I would have been ashamed to expose myself in this manner, but now I cannot help myself.

The alphas' eyes seem to glow with hunger as they reflect the light from the torch. Their hard cocks stand even taller and straighter than before. The sight makes my pussy throb with need.

"You want to see which one of us can fuck you better?" Brik asks.

I bite my lip and nod.

The alphas' response is not quite what I had in mind. I half expect them to get into another brawl to see which one gets to have me first. Instead, they just cross their arms and look at me, their expressions mixing sternness and amusement.

"Brik," Markus says. "I have a feeling we're getting played here."

"So do I," says Brik.

The two alphas begin to stalk toward me slowly through the water. The way they are looking at me suddenly makes me feel a little nervous.

"Getting played?" I ask. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean," Markus says, "is that I believe you have no intention of picking a winner."

"That's right," says Brik. "You're trying to pit us against each other just so you can reap all the benefits of this little competition."

"Pit you against each other?" I say incredulously. "The two of you were already fighting before I said anything about a competition. And I'm not the only one ‘reaping the benefits,' as you put it. In case you've already forgotten, you both just got your dicks sucked."

"I seem to remember getting my dick teased," Brik says. "What about you?"

"Same," says Markus. "My poor balls are aching so bad they feel like they're about to fucking explode, and it's all this little omega's fault."

The two alphas are right in front of me now, each of them straddling one of my legs. The way the torchlight plays across their features, it makes them almost look like those stone demons I've seen perched on some of the old temples back in the Central Ruins.

Only these demons are very much alive. I can feel the heat radiating off their hard naked bodies, and I can hear their breath rumbling deep within their chests.

I suddenly feel extremely small and vulnerable.

"I wasn't trying to pit you against each other," I whimper.

Markus places a finger under my chin and tilts my face up toward his.

"What were you trying to do, then?"

"I was trying to get you to share me."

His features soften a little when I say that, and he looks at Brik, who is standing right beside him.

"What do you think? Should we give this little omega what she wants?"

"No," Brik says. "We should give her what she needs."

Before I even realize what is happening, the two alphas turn me over so that instead of sitting on the ledge beside the pool, I am bent over it, with my legs in the water and my bare backside on full display. I immediately try to stand up, but a pair of strong hands on my back keeps me pinned in place.

"Hey!" I shout. "What are you doing?"

"We're sharing you," Markus answers. Then to Brik he says, "I'll take the left cheek, you take the right, okay?"

"Sounds good to me."

"You want to start?

"After you."