The silver-eyed creature stepped into the moonlight, and the air itself seemed to cool and crackle with a new, electric energy. It was tall, slender, and sculpted from what looked like liquid mercury, its form shifting subtly with each graceful movement. It had the shape of a man, but was utterly alien, its skin a shimmering silver, its hair a cascade of flowing metal that fell to its waist. Its eyes were pools of molten silver, fixed on me with an intensity that was neither threatening nor gentle, but profoundly assessing.
Adunbi moved to shield me, but a ripple of power from the creature held him in place, a gentle but immovable force. Not a foe, I realized. A test.
Its voice was like chimes in a deep well, echoing in my mind rather than my ears. �The vessel is swollen with twin magics: life and union. The protector is bound by seed and blood. But the final artifact demands a deeper harmony. A triad.�
It glided forward, and I saw its sex�a smooth, seamless mound that reshaped itself as I watched, forming a thick, gleaming shaft of solid silver. It was as long as Adunbi�s, but perfectly smooth, with no head, just a blunt, rounded tip that caught the moonlight. It pulsed with a soft, internal light.
�The guardian offers its essence. The vessel must accept. The protector must share.�
A shiver, part awe, part raw arousal, coursed through me. My cunt, still slick and loose from Adunbi�s recent claiming, clenched around emptiness. Adunbi�s breath was harsh beside me. �Share?� he growled, the possessive instinct warring with the ritual�s command.
The silver sentinel stopped before us. Its cool, metallic hand reached out, and a finger, smooth and warm, touched the center of my glowing belly. A jolt of pure, clean pleasure shot through me, making me gasp. My nipples tightened, the amber studs pressing against the air.
�Your joy is the key, � it chimed. �Your shared pleasure, the path. Will you walk it?�
I looked at Adunbi. His eyes were dark, conflicted, but beneath that, I saw the same dawning hunger, the same submission to the sacred that had brought us here. He gave a single, sharp nod.
�Show us, � I whispered.
The sentinel�s hands were cool on my skin as it guided me to lie back on the grass. Adunbi knelt at my side, his own massive, dark arousal a stark contrast to the guardian�s shimmering form. The sentinel positioned itself between my legs, its silver cock hovering at my entrance. With its other hand, it gestured to Adunbi.
�Join. Fill her life's gateway. Synchronize your rhythms to mine.�
Understanding bloomed, hot and impossible. Both. At once. Adunbi�s eyes widened, but he moved, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wider than I�d ever been. The sentinel�s smooth, cool tip pressed against my stretched, swollen opening. Adunbi positioned his own broad, plum-shaped head just beneath it, at the same, swell of my cunny.
�Breathe, sister, � Adunbi murmured, his voice thick. �Open for us.�
I did. I let my body go soft, trusting, inviting. The sentinel pushed first. Its silver shaft, impossibly smooth and thick, slid into my cunt with a shocking, full glide. The stretch was immediate, a cool, filling pressure that touched depths still humming from Adunbi�s seed. I cried out, my back arching.
Before the sensation could crest, Adunbi pressed forward. The intrusion there was a sharp, burning breach that stole my breath. I gasped, my nails scrabbling at the grass. He pushed slowly, relentlessly, the incredible girth of him forcing my sacred channel to expand, to accept him. The feeling of being filled by both cocks, stretched to an unbearable, glorious limit, was overwhelming. A scream lodged in my throat, coming out as a broken, sobbing keen.
They were both inside me. I could feel every inch�the sentinel�s cool, solid length rubbing against my inner walls, my brother�s hotter, veined flesh pressing deep at my womb. My stomach distended, a visible, taut mound between my hip bones. The sentinel began to move, a slow, gliding thrust. Adunbi mirrored it, his rhythm matching the guardian�s perfectly. The dual motion created a friction that was beyond anything. It wasn�t just fullness; it was a complete occupation, a claiming from both cocks that massaged every nerve, pressed against every spot.
Pleasure, sharp and coiling, built at my core. My clit throbbed, untouched and screaming for attention. My brother�s dark hand moved around, a single finger finding the swollen nub. It vibrated, a tiny, insistent buzz that splintered my thoughts. I was a conduit, a vessel being played by two masters. Adunbi�s grunts were harsh in my ear, his hand bruising on my hips as he drove into me. The sentinel�s chiming voice hummed in my mind, �Yes. Accept. Become the nexus.�
The climax, when it tore through me, was a silent, shattering explosion. My vision whited out. My cunt convulsed around the cool silver shaft, and the burning thickness of my brother, and a torrent of my own release gushed out around their joined lengths. The sentinel�s rhythm stuttered, and a flood of warm, liquid silver�not quite cum, but a sparkling, effervescent energy�poured into my womb, mixing with the seed already there. Adunbi roared, his own release triggering, pumping a fresh, scalding flood into my depths.
The overload of sensation was total. I blacked out for a heartbeat, coming to with their bodies still joined to mine, both spent and pulsing gently inside me.
As the last waves receded, the world shifted. The oasis blurred. The twin moons spun overhead. When my vision cleared, we were no longer on grass, but on cool, polished stone. The sentinel had withdrawn, its form shimmering. Before us stood the entrance to a temple, carved into the base of a colossal baobab tree, its doorway a dark maw hung with whispering vines.
The sentinel pointed a slender finger toward the darkness. �The labyrinth awaits. The Scepter of Conception lies at its heart. To retrieve it, you must move as one. Your bodies, joined, must dance the path. Your union is the map. Your pleasure, the compass.�
It faded into motes of silver light, leaving Adunbi and me naked, sore, and slick with our mingled essences on the temple�s threshold. The deep, aching emptiness where they had both been was a phantom echo. Adunbi helped me to my feet, his touch now devoid of conflict, only a grim, shared purpose.
We stepped into the dark. Torches of blue flame ignited along the walls, revealing a corridor that split into three. In the center of the fork, etched into the stone floor, was a diagram: two intertwined figures, their bodies fused at the pelvis.
A low, resonant hum filled the air. A riddle formed in shimmering script above the paths:
�One cannot walk this path alone,
For flesh on flesh must find the tone.
Enter where the other dwells,
And move as matched, chiming bells.�
Adunbi looked at the diagram, then at me. Understanding dawned. �We have to... be joined. To walk.�
My heart hammered. The idea was mad. But the thrumming in the air, the memory of the double fullness, told me it was true. I turned, presenting my back to him, bracing my hands against the cool stone wall. I looked over my shoulder, my breath shallow. �The way we were. It�s the only map we have.�
He didn�t hesitate. His hands gripped my waist. I felt the thick, still-slick head of him nudge against my well-used entrance. I pushed back, taking him in one smooth, slide. The fullness was immediate, anchoring, a living connection. A gasp was torn from both of us.
�Now, � he grunted, his voice strained with effort and desire. �Walk.�
We took a step forward, our bodies moving as a single, awkward, intimately joined creature. The moment we did, the left-hand passage glowed with a soft light. The right-hand path darkened. Our movement was choosing the way.
Step by staggering step, we moved deeper into the labyrinth, my inner muscles fluttering around his embedded length with each shift of our hips. The path turned, descended, and opened into a circular chamber. In its center, on a pedestal, hovered the artifact�a slender, twisting scepter of dark wood and woven gold, capped with a polished amber orb. But between us and it, the floor was a mosaic of shifting, glowing tiles.
Another script appeared.
�The Dance of Summoning ends here.
With trust, dissolve all fear.
Sheath the scepter in its home,
While joined, and never alone.�
Adunbi stilled inside me. His breath was hot on my neck. �Osa... it means...�
I knew. The scepter wasn�t just to be taken. My body was its home. The final test. I turned in his arms, the motion making him slide even deeper, drawing a ragged moan from us both. I faced him, our bodies locked together, my glowing belly pressed against the hard planes of his stomach. I reached out, my fingers closing around the warm, humming wood of the Scepter of Conception.
Its power buzzed up my arm. I guided it down between our sweat-slicked bodies, the polished amber orb cool against my skin. I positioned the tapered, golden end at my entrance�the same entrance still stretched and wet with my brothers cock. I looked into Adunbi�s eyes, seeing my own wild fear and dawning ecstasy reflected there.
�Don�t let go, � I whispered.
I sank down onto the scepter at the same moment he thrust up into me. The twin invasions�his thick, familiar flesh, and the smooth, intruding magic of the artifact in my cunny�