by Zara Starr
She was crying, but what I didn’t understand was why. What had happened to cause her pain? I had just saved her life.
She reached up and I slid my palm over her face. Unable to contain myself, I lowered my lips to gently meet with hers.
Mikaela stood up on her tiptoes and I felt her hand slide through my hair as her mouth parted to meet with my own.
Taking the cue from her, I slid my tongue over hers slowly relishing the taste of her lips on mine as she pressed her breasts into my diaphragm.
She lifted her arms and I instantly slid my hands beneath her bottom, lifting her up from the ground as my tongue dueled with hers. It was all I could do to keep her from feeling the hardening of my erection as it began to rise within my pants.
I broke the kiss then, realizing I had acted on my own selfish desires. Clearly, Mikaela had hated that. I had already offended her too many times—a sudden shame overtook me as I glanced away.
Mikaela’s palm slipped up to caress my cheek gently, pulling me back to look her in the eyes. She smiled back at me and I grinned—my canines protruding as they often did.
She forced my mouth closed and once again stood up on her tiptoes—her lips locking with mine as her hand slid down the front of my pants.
I gasped in her mouth, surprised by her insistence—she was literally wrapping her hand around my knob. It was the first time anyone had ever grabbed me there, and the sensations it sent down my cock were enough to send me trembling, but I couldn’t.
Not with Mikaela’s mouth working its magic against my own—her tongue darting deep between my lips as she explored the cavern of my mouth.
I felt like I was in paradise and I had not yet found myself truly inside of her. Was this what it was like to have a mate? And did this mean Mikaela would choose me?
Mikaela
I didn’t know what had come over me. Maybe it was what I had seen in the clearing with the other purples—or it was just the rush of knowing I was alive and the opportunity had presented itself.
It felt like the universe wanted this moment to happen, and as my lips explored the roof of Arh’s mouth, his color, his differences—they all faded away.
None of it matter and I realized that none of it ever had. But what did matter, was the feeling of his body near mine and how inexperienced he seemed. He seemed almost vulnerable when I had reached into his pants and wrapped my hand around his dick.
I wondered then if he was a virgin. If this would be his first time, I would be fortunate enough to be the woman to deflower him. It was a little odd, but I didn’t care.
I wrapped my fingers around his girth, pulling his cock free from his pants as I glanced up at him and broke the kiss.
I slid from a standing position, falling to my knees as I looked up at him—my eyes flickering as they met with his before I drew his cock toward my lips and flicked my tongue over the tip of him.
I slid my hands to the apex of his thighs and grasped the girth of his cock between both of my hands. To describe him as enormous almost seemed to be an understatement. I was almost fearful of my own ability to take such a large appendage inside of me, but like everything else, it didn’t matter.
All I wanted was to feel his cock deep between my lips, my eyes flickering with amusement as I lifted them to meet with his own.
I slid my tongue out over the bottom of my lip and slid his cock between my lips. I had never imagined his skin would taste so sweet, and yet as my tongue trailed along the tip of him I couldn’t help but notice how similar it seemed to milk chocolate—as humorous as that may have seemed.
Even so, it only made sucking his dick that much easier and I swirled my tongue around the tip of his head eagerly, my eyes never wavering from his own as I worked the muscle against him.
It took everything in me not to beg him to bend me over right then and there and pound my aching core vigorously as my muscles clenched tightly around him—over and over.
He groaned as he watched me finally take the wholeness of his cock and slid my mouth all the way down—engulfing him within my lips as I met with the base of his body.
I watched the pleasure wash over Arh’s face as I began to use my hands to draw his cock up as I stroked it to meet the rhythm of my sucking. Up and down, slowly—and then quicker, ensuring that he would feel every sensation associated with what I was doing to him.
Arh’s slid his hands into my hair and I felt him tug it slightly. I withdrew my lips and stood up as he proceeded to lift me into his arms. His mouth fell upon mine instantly and he slid his tongue over mine as his hand slipped up between my thighs.
I still had Tremor tied to my wrist and I realized this in the heat of the moment—breaking away to tie him off on a nearby log.
Arh grinned as he watched me. Instinctively, my hands slid up to my shirt and I began to slowly sway my hips—a sensual movement as my eyes locked with his own.
Arh
If I thought that having Mikaela’s hand wrapped around my knob was delightful—having her mouth upon it was far more than heavenly. It was frankly divine.
I never could have imagined how beautiful seeing a female on her knees—in glory as a goddess performing such a wondrous art on me. As her tongue slid over the tip of my knob I couldn’t help but groan in both shock and delight at what she was doing to me.
I drew my lower lip in between my canines and slid them directly into the flesh. The pain didn’t seem to dissuade me from holding it like that, and I moaned loudly as Mikaela continued to explore the length of my cock with her adoring tongue.
I could think of no other way to describe what she was doing to me but I recognized that the metallic sway of her bite was more than I could bear.
All I wanted was to continue to be the willing participant in her continual desirous fascination—the sweet and painful delight that was her tender and then suddenly perforating nibbles upon the length of my penis.
It was all I could do to keep from calling out her name, the very goddess of my prayers, as she continued to suckle me. I lifted my hand to trail beneath the edge of her chin as I looked at her with a new and deep-felt sensation—love.
Almost as if her lips and tongue were the very fabric of her soul weaving me into the magic of her lovemaking—and without having yet felt the innermost parts of her inviting and luscious body.
It was almost unbelievable, and yet the feeling of her velvety tongue as it slithered across my cock made it clear it was, certainly, all too real.
How had I managed to become so lucky?
I had often wanted to know the beauty of mating but the way she took control—as if she knew so much about it already—stunned me. I had happened on a few love makings in my lifetime but never had I seen a female do what Mikaela had volunteered to do for me.
Most of the lovemaking I had seen had been in passing when some triads and their mates enjoyed a summer day of performing in their meadows. It wasn’t a usual occurrence but it did happen sometimes and that was why most people invited you to their meadows on their own terms.
Rarely did we actually go uncalled for to anyone else’s cave. And yet, what I knew she had to have seen earlier may have had an effect.
I had heard Dew telling Dey that Ella oftentimes had a catty side where she would instigate what she wanted but not allow them to do anything unless it was how she wanted it.
I chuckled as I realized I was growing closer to that moment of no return and I could not imagine the first time being like this. I wanted to be inside of her—to make her enjoy it as much as she was making sure that I did.
I slid my hand into her hair and she instantly stopped—just as I had hoped she would. I smiled at her and lowered my mouth to meet with hers, my hands falling between her thighs as I began to massage her body slowly.
She slid away from me suddenly—worried about her creature. I watched her with an appreciation I had never before known—as if she was the most precious and cherished thing I would ever know or could know.
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sp; She began to move her body rhythmically—her hips swaying side to side as she slowly removed her top. I watched in awe as she now stood before me dressed in a strange and scanty covering that seemed to hold her breasts in place.
I widened my eyes at the weird clothing and watched as Mikaela’s arms slid up behind her back and she leaned forward, lurching the top from her breasts as she covered them with her forearms.
She pulled the article away from herself and flung it toward me — but it flew over my head. I sidestepped it with a chuckle and glanced back at her.
“I know you can’t understand me, but this whole time I’ve both lusted after and hated you, and now I see my hate was sorely misplaced.”
I scoffed, wishing I could understand her words—the sultry sound of each of them holding an alluring quality that made me step forward instantly.
Anything to get closer to her, to know her every curve and to listen to the sweet serenading sounds of her moans—like music to my ears. I wanted it more than anything.
Mikaela
I sucked in a deep breath, hoping I didn’t look like the proverbial walrus trying to attract a mate as I sashayed my hips.
I tried my best to emanate my inner belly dancer—my hips nearly taking their own life, as if they had a mind of their own, and swaying from side to side.
I imagined music playing all around me and began moving my pelvis in rhythm to the music that I knew only existed in my mind and memory. It was sure it wasn’t playing loudly anywhere but inside my head.
I drew my bottom lip into my mouth and bit into it deeply. There was something in the air, of that I was certain, but it didn’t make a single bit of difference.
I wanted him inside me, around me—I wanted to be completely immersed in him with no disruptions. To taste him, to feel him—to know him in ways I was positive nobody else had ever known him. I had to.
I fell to my knees suddenly and began crawling forward, my lips twitching slightly as I made way toward him.
The truth was I had hated him for wanting to murder Tremor, but the more time went on the more he stood out to me. The less fearful I became as I came to notice the amount of effort Arh continuously made no matter how I treated him. It was his way of saying sorry, of that I was certain.
Nothing else made sense because he had no way to communicate with me. Which made this even stranger. I hadn’t actually fucked anyone in so long that I wasn’t sure I even remembered how, but even that apprehension didn’t seem to stop me as I crawled toward him.
Now, I sat upon my knees before him with a grin that I was sure I hadn’t displayed to anyone in years. I bit my lip again and slowly slid my hands up his legs.
All I wanted was to be united with Arh—wholly one with him, in a way I had never been with anyone else.
Arh
Given the circumstances, I could only go with my natural desires. As Mikaela neared me, my breath and heart both seemed to still instantly, as if anticipation alone was enough to send me whirling into a state of absolute bliss.
And yet, somehow, I knew that wasn’t at all what I wanted to endure at this particular moment.
No, I wanted to enjoy everything that Mikaela had to offer me, and then some. Especially, since this was a moment that I would forever have seared into my memory, as would she. The first time that nobody else could take away, that would always be cherished—even if we never spoke of it again.
Even if our lives made separate ways and our hearts became entangled with others, I knew that I would forever remember this night.
I wanted her to be mine.
Fourteen
Mikaela
Arh slid his hand up to cup beneath my chin, dipping my head backward as he cradled my neck with his arm. I felt his lips flutter down to meet with my own and parted them to receive the sweet fullness of his tongue—tender and velvety as he slid it over my own.
Instinctively, I pressed my breasts into his chest, my breath nearly giving way as he continued to massage my tongue with his own.
He suddenly broke free of me, dropping instantly to his knees—and given he was a great deal taller than I was, as he brought his eyes upward to meet with my own I swore I saw an appreciative grin overtake his expression.
Arh slid his hands between my thighs and tenderly lifted one of my legs from the ground, backing me up slowly as he cradled my backside gently.
The feeling of having him take command was indescribable and I wasn’t sure what to think—my body reacting as it would with no hesitation, just falling into the rhythmic feeling of his body leading my own.
I felt the sudden tickling of his tongue as it slid up between my thighs and pressed against the tip of my clitoris.
“Oh, fuck—Arh!” I groaned, my fingers instantly slipping into his dark cerulean dreadlocks, anchoring his mouth against my core as I began to rock my pelvis into his lips.
I could feel the clenching feeling of my muscles as they tightened from his stimulation. I struggled to keep from vice-gripping his face by forcing my thighs to remain parted as he savored the taste of my now dripping core—which I couldn’t help but become wetter from, the sheer hotness of it all truly intoxicating as he brought me closer to the edge of climax.
It had been so long, I had almost forgotten what it was actually like to tumble over the threshold of exhilarating pleasure—completely enraptured by my lover’s touch and the many wonderful feelings he could bring me.
But as the orgasm hit me, I couldn’t help the cries that escaped my lips or the pleasure that washed through my entire being.
It suddenly dawned on me, that it made perfect sense why Ella had agreed to the Eilasahn customs. What woman wouldn’t want to enjoy pure bliss without any of the stigmas and judgments that were normally associated with being with more than one partner?
Truly, if Arh was this delicious of a lover, I could only imagine what both Dey and Scar at once could do.
I had never been one to consider ménage à trois, or anything more than myself and one partner. Now it seemed liberating to know that there was nothing wrong with desiring more than one partner and being able to thoroughly enjoy the beauty that was lovemaking in all its many diverse and spectacular ways.
Even though I stood here with Arh, I found my mind returning to the scene of the Eilasahns mating.
Three males. One woman.
I hadn’t imagined I could do what Ella was doing, but I now realized I was at the cusp of something here. Somehow, I had developed feelings for Arh—and not only him.
I realized I cared about Scar and Dew too.
Arh
I wished I could know Mikaela’s true feelings as I relished the honeyed taste of her dripping and slick core. I trickled my tongue over her hole and delved deep inside the cavern using the muscle to repeatedly penetrate and pull out.
Much to my delight, and equal surprise, Mikaela seemed to like this a great deal and though I could not understand her words her body spoke to me like the animals I hunted.
I knew how to follow all the right cues, to make her sing with pleasure that I was solely responsible for. I felt her body tightening against me and I gulped as I wished to consume as much of her sweet aroma and fluid as possible, as if it were yet another added sensation to solidify the memory of making love to her—to anyone, for the first time.
I instantly knew I couldn’t imagine not having her in my life. While I had worried about her reluctance to take part in the triad ceremony, I was eager to please her in every imaginable way that she would allow.
As I felt the trickle of her release drizzling down my chin, I lapped at it and grinned fiendishly—though I was positive she could not see it. Nonetheless, I greedily licked up every last drop and lowered her legs to the ground.
Her eyes fanned upward to meet with my own and I felt my cock hardening—becoming rock solid within seconds as I looked over her voluptuous body, welcoming and eager to receive more of my attention, my touch.
I slid my hands over Mikaela’s h
ips, turning her over as I lifted the tip of my cock to drag over her welcoming, still dripping, hole.
She stiffened slightly and I slipped my hand downward, my thumb tenderly flicking over the nub of her clit as I began to massage it gently, slowly, and then increasingly faster with every passing rub.
Yes, I would have her now.
Mikaela
The moment Arh began toying at my opening with his thick cock, I knew I couldn’t withstand it any longer. All I desired was to take whatever part of him into me that I could.
I arched my back as my hands came to splay before the wooden log he had backed me into and I lifted my hips, my hand slipping between my legs as I reached to draw him to my entrance.
I half expected him to stop me, but prayed that he wouldn’t. All I wanted was to get that initial penetration started—drawing the tip of him into me as I allowed my eyes to flutter closed.
The only thing that could have made it better would have been to be able to watch him as we both reveled in the first feelings of one another—my core tightly stretching to accommodate the full and wide girth of his enormous cock.
If ever I had worried about my ability to accept him, I now knew that I could. The amazing feeling of fulfillment from having him inside me brought—I didn’t even know how I could even begin to put it into words!
Suddenly, I sighed deeply, the content feeling of having him inside me for the first time almost unbelievable. But I loved the way it felt to have my entrance widening to accept the whole of him—long, wide, thick and throbbing all for me.
