Heatwave

Heatwave Chapter Three (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta... THREE AND A HALF WEEKS! But who's counting? ;) InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are cottony goodness for archiving/hosting. ;) ProPhile gets naked muses who look like Salma Hayek for being a smutmuse. ;) Morgan: w00t! for the going well. ;) Readers/Reviewers: Hee hee...ovedoved the outrage, lol. And just so you know... the way it begins is the way it's going to go. ;) Oh, and be warned... HERE BE SLASH!

Nova Roma... Amara smiled and closed her eyes, relishing the soft breeze that tempered the heat. She was used to the summer sun blazing across the sky, the hot sands... Even in the marble chamber, the heat was present. Her robes fell lightly against her skin, the fine fabric far cooler than what the peasants in the valley beneath h Lif Life, she decided, was good. The gods had smiled upon her and given her grwealwealth, great beauty... and her very own wing of the palace. She stretched her legs and curled her toes against the fine leather of her sandals. She knew that all she had to do was glance the right way, raise one finger, barely move...
"Yes, milady1?"
She made a negligent gesture with her fingers and opened her eyes a slit. "Where is the other one?"
"He is getting your wine, milady," Lance murmured, kneeling at her feet. "You sent him..."
"I know," she said evenly, sitting up slowly, "what I said." She tipped Lance's face up towards hers and smiled slightly. "I think it's a bit warm in here."
He rose to his feet automatically, nodding to Kurt who entered thr a s a side door, carrying a tray laden with a carafe of cool wine and an ornate cup "Yes, milady," he murmured.
Kurt set the tray down on the low dais at Amara's feet and moved to stand next to Lance. She smiled at them appreciatively, her eyes raking over their bare chests and leather-clad legs. "I think you are familiar with what I require," she intoned gravely, moving between them to a low divan facing the azure sea beyond the graveyard of boulders and rocks protecting Nova Roma. "Now."
Kurt and Lance looked momentarily nervous but they had done this for her before. They were pregedeged to be in the chambers of the Princess of Nova Roma, the future ruler... She spoke with the voice of the gods who favored her. Lance moved first. He turned and face Kurt, his hands sliding up the furred arms of his friend, coming to rest on his shoulders as he pulled him in for a kiss.
Amara leaned forward slightly, her lips parting as satchatched the scene before her. Lance bent to kiss Kurt, his tongue obvious and pink as he delved into Kurt's mouth. She felt her breath catch in her throat as Lance's hands slid down Kurt's arms to his ribs and then down to his hips. Kurt sighed and shivered as Lance's fingers made short work of the lacings on his pants. Amara bit her lip hard as Lance dropped to his knees, pushing Kurt's pants down in the process. She was on her knees a few feet from them, watching avidly as Lance's fingers wrapped around the thickness of Kurt's arousal, his pale skin against the dark blue of his friend a startling contrast. Slowly at first, he began to stroke Kurt's length, causing his partner to rock his hips slightly, makinm rem reach out and grasp his shoulders for balance. Amara felt herself growing wet with barely suppressed need; as Lance's mouth closed over the very end of Kurt's length, she was hitching her robes up her thighs, trembling with anticipation. Kurt's low moan made her shiver, her fingers tracing the trail of moisture back up her inner thigh to her soft and wet core. She whimpered slightly as her fingers slid into her depths, her thumb pressing against the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex. A shudder ran through her body and she heard her voice demand now, right now...
She let them move her as if she were weak, pushing her gently until she was on all fours, her robes pushed over her hips and legs parted, exposing the rosy flesh begging for attention. Kurt was before her, his length near her lips, the head glistening with fluids. Lance pressed against her from behind, teasing her sex with the very tip of his. "Now," she breathed. She shuddered as Kurt's hands tangled in her hair, holding her still as he pushed into her mouth. Lance's tight grip on her hips was almost painful, but she did not care. She moaned as she he took her, her tongue tracing the veins of Kurt's arousal even as she drew on him, tasting the salty fluid already seeping forth.
"Amar"
"
She moaned, taking Kurt further into her mouth and throat as Lance moved roughly within her.
"Amara!"
She closed her eyes, the warmth of Nova Roma mingling with an entirely carnal heat, making her shake and feel as if she were melting from the inside out.
"Hey, Princess!"
Amara groaned and rolled over, pressing her face against the back of the sofa. "Go away. I'm sleeping."
Kurt and Lance sighed. Lance poked her ribs again.ey, ey, wake up. You're in our way. We want to play Twisted Metal!"
Amara rolled onto her back and opened her eyes. She felt a very unprincessly blush suffused her features as she lay very still. "Go away," she repeated. "I do not wish to see either one of you." The rec room was almost unbearably hot, even at half past ten at night. The massive house was difficult to cool without the aid of the air conditioning and people had just chosen spots where they were comfortable instead of going to their own, closff rff rooms. "I was sleeping."
"I know," Lance smirked. "One hell of a dream, huh?"
She sat up and smoothed her hair primly. "None of your business." She stood up and pushed past Kurt and Lance, heading for the cooler dark of the kitchen.
"You should not tease her like that!" Kurt chided, carefully avoiding the sofa and the smell of her arousal. "She'll punish you for it later."anceance smirked. "I'll just offer to help her reenact her dream later."

1 For the sake of clarity, they're going to use English here