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him.”
    “Really?” he asked, grinning at that news. Old sibling rivalry reared its ugly head.
    “More handsome than Owen, huh?”
    “Oh aye,” the redhead acknowledged. “Far more handsome, Reaper.”
    “Ain’t that a kicker?” he asked, his grin from ear to ear as he sat down, glanced at
    his straining cock and looked back up at the women with a touch of conceit on his
    chiseled features. “I’m probably a better lover too.”
    “We’ll never know,” Argent said as she and the women came over to the bed. “You
    will be the only man we will ever have.”
    He followed the redhead with his eyes as she skirted the foot of the bed and went to
    stand on the other side. The blonde went to the foot, curled her fingers around the brass
    rail, and the silver-haired beauty stayed beside him.
    “Lie down, Reaper,” Argent said in a husky voice, “and let us look our fill.”
    “Okay, but no touching now,” he reminded them.
    Feeling somewhat like a human sacrifice, he did as she asked and stretched out on
    the bed with his legs slightly spread and his hands above him, gripping the headboard
    rail. He wanted to squirm beneath their intense scrutiny as he felt their attention
    crawling over every inch of him from his tousled hair to his bare toes, lingering hotly at
    his loins.
    “Oh my,” the redhead whispered. “My oh my!”
    “Do you have a question, Red?” he asked Corallin.
    It seemed she reluctantly tore her eyes from his crotch. “Ah aye,” she said as
    though one had just occurred to her. “Is your cock larger than your brother’s or are you
    identical in that way too?”
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    He chuckled. “Well, to be honest with you, I’ve never paid attention to Owen’s cock
    but I imagine we’re about equal in that department.”
    “Are you larger than most men then?” she pressed. “You look very large to me.”
    “And very thick,” the blonde added.
    He glanced down at his cock. At least the thing was lying down and not sticking up
    like a fucking flagpole. It pulsed against his belly as if to tell him to give it time to
    awaken. He laughed silently.
    “How long is it, Reaper?” Argent queried.
    He raised his chin. “I once measured it and it’s ten inches when fully erect so I’d say
    I’m on the large side,” he said with male pride.
    “Huh,” Corallin replied. “Will it all fit inside us or will it hit our wombs?”
    He felt a tremor pass down his body. “Ah, most of it, aye, but probably not the first
    time I take you.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I don’t want to hurt you, wench.”
    “Oh, I don’t mind!” the redhead said, eyes excited. “Really I don’t. I want it to hurt
    so I’ll know you’re inside me!”
    “Corallin has a slight problem with liking discomfort,” Argent said, shooting her
    sister a disapproving glance.
    “I want you to throw me down and slam your body over mine,” Corallin said, eyes
    wide. “Then you can ravish me. The harder, the better.”
    Eanan felt sweat gathering in his palms as he gripped the brass rail. It took every
    ounce of his mettle to turn away from the hot, greedy look on the redhead’s face.
    “W-What about you, Blondie?” he asked, his lips feeling numb. “Have you a
    question?”
    Aureolin looked to Argent, who shrugged disdainfully, then she locked eyes with
    Eanan. “Argent made it possible for us to watch you when the woman suckled you in
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    the storage closet. You seemed to like it. Will you teach us how to perform that act upon
    you?”
    Another hard shudder rippled down Eanan and his hands tightened around the
    brass rail. “Aye,” he said in a gruff voice. “I will be more than happy to teach you.”
    When she looked satisfied at his answer, his eyes shifted to the silver-haired woman
    standing at his left side. “And what of you, lheelh ?” he asked, using the old language
    word for silver-haired. “Is there something you’d like to ask?”
    “Aye,” she said and ran