by Isabel Wroth
His hands roamed her hips, up and down her thighs, skating just beneath her breasts, drawing aimless patterns across her belly as though chasing the clench and release of her muscles.
“Have you taken a lover before, bright eyes?” Satesh rasped, his lips having slid down to play at the sensitive skin where throat met shoulder.
Ilaria blew out a shuddering breath, struggling to focus on the question. “Once. Before I entered my stasis pod.”
“So long ago,” Satesh murmured, one hand sliding low to possessively cup her sex, the other moving to palm her breast.
Ilaria could hardly remember the face of that one lover, let alone remember what it felt like to have his hands on her body. She was sure she would have been able to, had that lover’s touch evoked such incredible heat.
Satesh’s fingers spread between her thighs, the hot water of the bath sliding deliciously over the sensitive tissue, and all thoughts of that long-ago lover disappeared. In the wake of his touch, Ilaria’s mind was filled with Satesh.
Her nerve endings were on fire, every one of them so sensitive, the water licking at her core brought her near climax.
There was a little nub at the apex of her thighs that hadn’t been there before, part of her mutation it seemed. When Satesh used the heel of his hand to rub against it while slowly pressing a long finger inside her, stars exploded in her vision and Ilaria jerked as though a lash of pure ecstasy had been laid against the tender flesh.
“So very, very long ago.” Satesh rubbed and thrust, adding a second finger, his other hand joining the play, kneading and tugging gently at her breast until she was gasping and squirming, rocking her hips, thrusting her chest deeper into his palm, but it wasn’t enough.
Not deep enough, not hard enough, not thick enough. The orgasm caught her by surprise, and Ilaria had barely done more than cry out before Satesh whipped her around and hoisted her up, driving his fingers into her hair to hold her steady for his kisses.
The sound of Aley’s appreciative moan, feeling his gaze caress her as Satesh stroked her from shoulders to ass and back made Ilaria's heart flutter.
The thought flared to life, an image of Satesh and Aley both with their hands and lips all over her, pressing her between them…
~We will do that, soon. Satesh nipped at her chin, dragging scorching kisses and stinging bites down the column of her neck, ~But first, you have a promise to fulfill.
Excitement whooshed through her, sweat dotted her upper lip, and when she reached between them to wrap her hand around the thick stalk of his erection, Satesh’s deep groan was a delicious reward.
Ilaria learned the shape of him, feeling the strange flare and ridges give ever so slightly to the pressure of her squeeze. The knots that sat on either side of his shaft were hard and pulsing, the hypersensitive flesh just there beneath the spongy arrow shaped cap made him hiss and come up on his toes when she circled her thumb over it.
Satesh cradled her face in his hands, his kisses rough and hungry, the thick, strangled sounds he gave to encourage her made her hungry to hear more of those pleasure filled groans.
At the peak of his release, his hoarse shout echoed in the luxurious chamber, the erotic energy slamming into her with the force of an exploding star.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Ilaria~
Ilaria was certain if Satesh lowered the lights, she could have illuminated the entire suite. She felt like she was flooded with the combination of Aley and Satesh’s sexual energy, and so far, all they had done together was external.
She lay stretched out on a lounge after having eaten her fill, her chin propped up in hand while she watched Aley and Satesh finish off a mountain of food between them.
She found herself smiling affectionately, staring at each of them in turn, glad neither seemed to be suffering any ill effects from the intimate experience.
If anything, their bio-rhythms seemed more stable. Ilaria worried in the back of her mind that one or both would look at her and compare her to Margen or one of the Mystresses. It seemed she was feeding on their release in a very similar fashion—
“You are not!” Satesh snapped hotly, the dishes rattling on the table as he thumped his fist down to emphasize his point.
The vehemence in his voice made Ilaria jump, “Not what?”
“You are nothing like Margen.” His eyes flashed at her, and Ilaria was so shocked all she could do was stare.
Aley looked back and forth between them, licking the juice of the dark green fruit he was partial to off his fingers,
“Who said anything about Margen?”
“She did,” Satesh said with a furious wave of his hand, “Sitting over there fretting about how we might compare her to a Mystress because she absorbs our sexual energy in a similar way.”
Aley raked his tongue over his teeth with a rude sucking noise, giving Satesh a long look before turning his attention back to her. His steady, liquid metal gaze that sent shivers of lust and excitement dancing along her spine.
“I willingly give myself to you, Ilaria. How you could ever think we would compare you to a sadistic, parasitic monster like Margen is beyond my comprehension. Have your powers grown strong enough you no longer need to make skin to skin contact in order to share your thoughts?”
Ilaria’s lashes fluttered with surprise, and for a moment she was utterly speechless. Not only because of how quietly and calmly Aley responded to Satesh’s outrage but because of the way he immediately assumed she had leveled up.
Only one way to test it, she supposed. She looked at Satesh and focused on opening herself to him, on identifying the energetic tether linking them together.
~Did you hear me from all the way over there, Satesh?
The scowl disappeared from his brow, and he gave a thoughtful expression,
~Apparently so.
Ilaria gave a huff of amusement and looked to Aley,
“I may not be a sadistic, parasitic monster, but apparently, your release is what I need to restore my etheric abilities. It appears you both are acting like a conduit of some kind, focusing the sexual energy we generate together in such a way that it’s helped boost my powers. Though I’m not sure of the how or why yet.”
A sly grin curved Aley’s kissable mouth as he got up and rounded the table to sit beside her on the lounge. Bracing his hands on either side of her, he leaned in and shared the tart flavor of his fruit with her, seducing her with deep, drugging kisses into winding her arms around his strong shoulders.
“Whatever you need of me, I will give. I propose we experiment to see what best feeds you, my love.”
“I second that motion, bright eyes.” Satesh echoed.
Aley lifted his head with a lingering smack of his lips on hers, both turning to find Satesh had come to stand over them and was standing with his hands on his hips, feet spread wide, his amber eyes lit from within, wicked eagerness plain in his expression.
“In the bath, our hungry little one fantasized about feeling both of us caressing her at the same time. I confess, the idea has my cock hard as stone. Shall we attempt it?” Satesh invited with a waggle of his brows.
Aley gave a throaty rumble of sound, hoisting her up off the couch to immediately carry her to Satesh’s enormous bed.
Ilaria laughed and looked over his shoulder to Satesh,
“I believe that’s a yes.”
Aley set her on her knees on the firm mattress, whipping her robe from her body, carelessly tossing it aside, looking at her like he had not just consumed half his body weight in food, and she was the feast that would satiate his hunger. Aley’s thought rang loud and clear in her mind,
~Where to start?
Satesh knelt behind her, wrapping her hair around his fist, tugging her head firmly to the side to lay siege to her neck.
The hot, open-mouthed kisses, the rake of his teeth, the curl of his tongue around the lobe of her ear, it made her eyes roll, and her body go lax with instant, blistering arousal.
It washed over
her in constant waves, and when he cupped her breast in his free hand, Aley was there to lick the furled point of her nipple into his mouth.
Unprepared, Ilaria sucked in a desperate breath, assaulted by the erotic sensations on two fronts. They stroked her, kissed her, licked, suckled, carefully bit, kneaded, caressed, bombarding her with their desire.
Together, Satesh and Aley pushed her higher and higher, until she hovered there on the edge of oblivion, a breath away from tipping end over end, down into that deep well of absolute bliss.
“Now,” Satesh growled aloud.
Ilaria didn’t have time to wonder what he meant, as Aley grabbed her by the waist and fell backward, taking her with him, hoisting her up astride his hips.
His cock was hard, pulsing with need, and suddenly Ilaria could barely think beyond wanting him inside her. Her blood roared in her ears, fed not only by their desire but by her own.
Ilaria set her hand to the bed beside Aley’s ear, using the other to gently take his face in hand, wanting to memorize every emotion as it chased across his face.
She rocked forward and back, catching the head of his cock at her core, widening her knees to open herself enough to take him. Her teeth raked her lip as she sank, the wonder and agony that widened Aley’s eyes thrilled her beyond all measure of reason.
She’d never known she could feel so much pleasure and still need so much more. Desperately need. It became a craving. The burning stretch unlike anything she remembered, and the sensation didn’t stop.
She felt every inch of him as she pushed back, her tight muscles reluctantly giving way. The feeling was magnificent. Electrifying.
“Ilaria.” Aley hissed her name between his teeth, his tormented groan vibrating through to every corner of her being. “S’hot. So hot. So wet and soft,” he slurred, the stamp of shock and carnal fervor on his face only fed her hunger for him.
When he was seated as deeply as her body would allow, Ilaria clamped hard, massaging his engorged flesh, dragging him in, pushing him out. Rocking back and forth slowly, trying to find the rhythm that would drive them both over the edge.
Everything about this moment felt perfect. Ilaria's body recognized Aley's. They melted together, sharing skin and soul as they burned for one another.
With a harsh exhalation, his hands clenched tight on her hips, holding her in place so he could move with her, throwing his hips up to meet her downward strokes, burying himself deep with each wild plunge.
Ilaria cried out, shocked as the pleasure seared through her. Her body bathed his cock in hot moisture, the friction so intense she never wanted it to stop.
Their bodies came together in a furious symphony, the tempo matched by her ragged breathing, by the pleading gasps punctuated with each brutal stroke driving him home, again and again.
She had intended this to be a gentle, tender experience for Aley, not an out of control wildfire that raged hotter with each passing moment, threatening to burn them to ash.
A wildfire that rushed over her, spreading through her stomach, up to her breasts, down to her thighs, her toes, the tips of her fingers…Aley came with her, his cock swelling larger inside her, his seed splashing hard and high at the mouth of her womb.
Her body greedily absorbed every drop of his pleasure, each note of his wild howl, and for an infinitesimal moment all she saw was pure, incandescent light.
Drained, Aley slumped beneath her with a deeply satisfied groan, a goofy grin on his face, and despite the intensity of their coupling, she needed more.
It frightened her how she could have experienced something so wonderful, such a soul-deep claiming, and still feel as though she was starving.
Had her time on Myst somehow perverted her gifts?
Not wanting to spoil the glow of his satisfaction, Ilaria very consciously hid her fear from him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his nose, watching his lashes fall drowsily in response, and then Satesh was there.
The stroke of his hand down the length of her spine reminded Ilaria of his presence. The frenzy boiling in her blood instantly eased and Ilaria was able to take a breath.
A glance over her shoulder at Satesh’s face made her shudder with eager relief and Aley grunt as her sheath constricted around his cock.
The burn of Aley’s utter adoration filled her mind, pushing her fears aside, leaving no room for anything but love.
“Go. I want to watch.” Aley told her with a drunken smile. Their skin sizzled with residual energy as she bent to give him one last kiss before she straightened up, laughing a little to watch his eyes cross as the angle of penetration changed, and the pained expression Aley gave when Satesh gently pulled them apart and lifted her back to straddle his lap.
Satesh’s arm wrapped around her belly, his palm cradling her jaw to tip her head back far enough for him to kiss her.
~I can feel your hunger, bright eyes.
Ilaria shivered, wondering why Satesh seemed to enjoy being at her back so much, only to gasp and moan a second later as he filled both hands with her breasts, working her nipples between his fingers, tugging gently, his tongue gliding out across her lower lip.
~Because I can touch every inch of you, and Aley may have what he wants at the same time. Have no fear of what you need, I give myself freely, Ilaria. Will you have me?
He wasn’t just asking about now, about joining with her, and the threads continually swirling around him, around the three of them, began to fuse and intertwine.
She could see it reflected in his amber eyes, feel it in the marrow of her bones. In the fraction of a second it took for her to answer, Ilaria got a glimpse into the raw mess that was his heart.
Satesh’s grieving ran deep, the loss of his brothers and his believed failure to save them, a deep bruise on his soul. His entire life had been devoted to his family, and without them, Satesh was lost.
There would never be anyone who could replace his brothers, but the need to love and protect those around him was part of who he was. Ilaria and Aley could not fill the hole in his heart, but she knew they could shallow the depths of the darkness and give him peace.
But first, pleasure.
~Always.
Satesh lifted her just high enough to set the arrowed point of his cock at her entrance, holding her in place so he could watch her expression as he slowly lowered her, the slick combination of her fluids and Aley’s easing his way, but even still her body fought to accommodate his strange shape.
Satesh was careful, pausing with the thickest part of him poised at the threshold, too big to pass the tight ring of muscle keeping him out. Ilaria made small noises of bliss and distress, growling as her hunger returned with a vengeance and Satesh only grinned at her.
~Shh, no need to curse me so loudly, bright eyes. Relax for me, hmm? You’ll take me all the way to the root, and I’ll give you what you need.
Relax? How could she possibly relax? Before she could ask, Satesh reached down to where they were joined, finding the swollen little pearl of flesh at the apex of her sex and traced circles around it with the tip of his finger.
Distracted by the growing pressure there, Ilaria forgot to struggle. Her muscles turned to water as a little orgasm overtook her. Her core completely relaxed, allowing her to drop down those last few final inches, just before her sight became studded with stars.
Satesh was seated to the hilt as the release washed through her, and as she rippled around him, the hard knots on either side of his shaft began to vibrate ever so slightly.
The thrumming stimulation took that little orgasm and threw it into overdrive. Dimly, Ilaria heard herself scream, nearly thrown from inside her own body by the raw, untamed roar of energy that crashed into her.
Her skin felt as though it was on fire, but instead of burning in pain, she was seared by such intense pleasure Ilaria was certain she wouldn’t survive.
She flung out a hand to steady herself, but instead of the wall, Aley’s palm met hers, their fingers lacing together, and the heat spread t
o him until all three of them were writhing in ecstasy on the bed, Satesh still inside her and pumping his release as deep as she could take.
What felt like hours later, when the last ripples of pleasure/pain ebbed, and she could finally breathe, Ilaria opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling.
She blinked, a weak smile pulling at her swollen lips to see the vibrant weave of purple, blue, crimson, green, gold, and silver settled in the air all around them. Braided together. An unbreakable bond fused by passion and love.
They would have no idea until several days later, that everyone onboard the Mayhem got a taste of their combined power. Those closest to Satesh’s quarters instantly shared their orgasm, falling, dropping their tools or weapons to helplessly writhe in unexpected pleasure.
The vegetation in the bio-dome increased in size, producing five times the yield of fruits and veg within a space of minutes.
The mercenaries waiting for their turn in the regen-gel tanks after returning from battle were healed of all injuries, new and old, and no one in the infirmary could say why.
Ilaria’s abilities grew again, things she thought lost to her returned, and each time Aley and Satesh filled her belly with their seed, she felt herself climb another rung on the ladder that led to complete access to her etheric abilities.
Another step closer to being able to channel the energy of the universe once again. She hoped by the time the Mayhem landed on the surface of Matav it would be so.
Thankfully, neither of her lovers appeared to feel burdened by the task.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Ilaria~
“May I ask you for something?”
Satesh looked up from the report he was reading, setting the clear plas-tab aside to give her his attention, his free hand having circled her ankle where he’d insisted on having her feet in his lap while he worked.
Aley was gone, visiting with Zillriane, and after spending several hours meditating and floating through the void to try and find another traveler, Ilaria had come out of the bedroom to find Satesh quietly working, keeping an eye on her, waiting for her.
