by Jayne Ripley
The head of his cock pressed against her slippery pussy lips. As she slowly sank down on him, a groan escaped his lips. She felt a sense of wild elation at the sound of his pleasure. She had done that. She had made him make that sound of delight. It made her feel powerful, desired.
She sank down even lower on his cock, moaning herself as he filled her. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him as if trying to draw him even deeper inside. She took him deep though, deeper than she’d ever expected she’d be able to. He stretched her, his warmth shocking, but she was so wet and ready that he did not hurt her. In fact, it felt divine.
After he was inside her, Jennifer leaned forward, pressing her body along the length of Nahkar’s body as he lay on his back on the bed. Slowly, he began to fuck her, thrusting upward in carefully controlled movements, making her eyes roll back in her head from pure bliss.
“Keep doing that,” Darkon ordered, his voice low and raspy. He leaned over her, sliding his hands up her naked back and nuzzling her neck, stroking her hair. She shuddered, loving every second of it. “Keep fucking her slowly. Jennifer, I’m going to get you ready.”
She made a sound that was affirmative. It was more than half moan. He seemed to understand.
Nahkar kept thrusting into her in that slow, wonderful rhythm. It kept her pleasure high without sending her crashing over the edge into bliss before Darkon could join them.
Darkon had left the room for a second, she was dimly aware of that, but he was back quickly. She felt his hands settle on her ass, caressing her for a moment. Then he let her go, and she heard a cap being removed from something. She turned her head enough to see him through half-lidded eyes as he poured some kind of lube into his hand, his hot gaze on the two of them, his cock still long and hard, eager to join the action.
She didn’t feel the slightest bit of shame or apprehension as his now-slick fingers oh-so-gently teased around her hole. He coated her liberally. She sank down against Nahkar, her eyes closing as Darkon carefully inserted a finger into her there. He worked the lube inside her. It was different than she expected, so warm and tingly. She’d expected discomfort at least, but whatever this advanced lube was, it worked wonders on preparing her. Soon he had a second finger inside her and was carefully teasing her muscle into a relaxed state, readying her for his width.
A moment later, his hand settled on her ass again, gripping her tightly. Nahkar was driving up into her pussy with his steady, maddening rhythm. She felt the tip of Darkon’s cock press at her back entrance. He was moving with them as they fucked, his hand gripping her butt cheek, and he pushed forward, entering her.
She lifted her head, eyes closed, as new sensations swept through her body. Slowly, Darkon pushed deeper. His cock was coated with the lube, but he was careful as he buried himself deep, still maintaining their rhythm. When he was balls-deep in her, a groan escaped him.
“Groxxing hell, Jennifer,” he growled. “You’re so fucking tight.”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She was consumed with the incredible waves of pleasure washing over her. All she could do was make little moans. Little helpless moans of pleasure.
God, they felt amazing in her. Now that they were both in her, the three of them connected, she felt so intensely close to them both. Her brave Nahkar. Her charming Darkon. They had stolen her heart. She was so very lucky to have them in her life. Having them both with her now, the three of them sharing this incredible intimacy, was like a slice of heaven she never wanted to end.
She wanted them. She wanted them doing this to her every night. Owning her. Fucking her. Claiming her over and over again.
“I-I don’t want it to stop…” she moaned as her two males took her deep and slow.
“It doesn’t have to, my little mate,” Nahkar murmured to her, continuing his steady, deep thrusts upward into her pussy and nuzzling at her ear. “We can pleasure you all night.”
Her bliss-hazed mind marveled at that. She knew males loved to boast. But with these two, she thought it might just be true. Their stamina might be more than she could take.
And she wanted to take a lot. As much as they would give. The possibilities were overwhelming, spinning up her arousal even higher. She was so wet, she was nearly gushing. But her arousal let her take Nahkar’s wide girth fully inside her with no pain and only the most delicious friction. Each time he drove into her pussy, the ridges of his cock seemed to set off every nerve center she had, making them sing with pleasure.
She kept lying flush against Nahkar’s hard, muscular body, spread wide open. Darkon was behind her, his hands on her ass cheeks as he gripped her and thrust into her back entrance even as Nahkar kept up his thrusts into her pussy. Nahkar claimed her lips in another deep kiss. He smelled so good. Both of them did. They smelled of spice and a masculine musk that her body seemed to respond to on a cellular level.
She was pheromone drunk and didn’t even care. The realization almost made her giggle for a second before the waves of pleasure sweeping through her drowned the thought. She could only focus on Nahkar’s soul-deep kiss, and the two cocks taking her deep. It was enough to make her dizzy and breathless. The raw physical ecstasy was almost too much to take.
Her orgasm was relentlessly building fast. She could sense that it was going to be a mind-shattering one. She fought against it, trying to ride the edge of pleasure just short of climax. She didn’t want to come too soon. She wanted this to go on and on. She wanted both of them holding her, touching her, fucking her. Being filled with two cocks was pushing her to her limits. But she wanted this, needed it. She felt an incredibly intimate connection with them. She felt powerful and special because she was the one bringing all three of them together. She had them both inside her. She was the focus, the one giving them their pleasure.
God, she loved it.
Jennifer broke her kiss with Nahkar to tilt her head back, close her eyes, and try and get some oxygen because his kiss and what they were doing to her had left her reeling.
“Grox, you are beautiful,” Darkon said from behind her. His voice was roughened with lust. He sounded like he was fighting to keep himself from coming too soon.
She knew the feeling. God, did she ever.
It was harder and harder to think straight as they made love to her. They were driving her to lose control, driving her toward the edge with each thrust. The hot length of Nahkar’s cock drove deep into her, and each time he drove into her slick folds, he gave wonderful friction against her clit. The sensations from Darkon taking her ass weren’t as powerful, but they pushed the heights of her pleasure. It was almost as if she could feel their two cocks rubbing against each other, separated only by the inside of her body.
“Come for me, little mate,” Nahkar said suddenly, biting at her throat, then nibbling on her ear lobe, and thrusting into her harder, faster. “Come for us. Stop holding back.”
For a moment, it was impossible to disobey him. Especially when he said the word “us.” That touched her heart as powerfully as they were touching her body. The thrill that went through her rivaled the most intense waves of her cresting pleasure. He was both intensely caring and gentle and intensely passionate at the same time. The combination nearly broke her mind when he was making love to her.
But she still barely managed to ride the very edge of her orgasm, ready to come at any second but still drawing this out.
She gripped tightly onto Nahkar’s body, being rocked faster and faster as they fucked her harder. She was clutching him in a near death grip, but he did not mind. His hands caressed down her sides to grip her hips. Behind her, Darkon was holding her ass cheeks just as tightly as he drove into her.
“Open your eyes,” Nahkar ordered her.
She did so immediately. She locked eyes with Nahkar’s intense, golden gaze. He seemed to drink in the sight of her pleasure as if it were a fine wine. The sight of her in the throes of passion seemed to please him to his core.
He grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her dow
n into another deep kiss that stole her breath away. Even then, she still might have been able to hold off the nuclear explosion of an orgasm building inside her, but Darkon leaned forward, thrusting deep, his balls slapping against her taint, and he nipped lightly at the sensitive skin on the side of her neck.
Nahkar’s kiss, Darkon’s love bite, and a deep thrust from both of their hard cocks finally sent her flying over the edge as her climax took her hard. The strength of her orgasm drove every coherent thought from her mind. She arched between them, every muscle rigid. Waves of pleasure rippled out from her core. They only seemed to increase in intensity with each passing second. A wordless cry of ecstasy escaped her lips. The intensity of the orgasm had her eyes rolling up, her body shaking, and her breath shuddering out of her mouth.
Both Darkon and Nahkar drove faster into her, eager to catch up with her and join her in bliss. Darkon came next, again driving balls-deep and his cock swelling inside her an instant before she felt his hot seed filling her. The groan that escaped his lips was pure music to her ears.
Not to be outdone, Nahkar kept driving into her, rocking her body with each powerful thrust. He growled her name when he finally lost control. The muscles of his powerful body went rigid, and with one deep plunge into her wet heat, his cock began to spurt cum, filling her pussy.
In the afterglow, they lay together on the bed. No one spoke. No one needed to say a word. Her first ménage had been even better than she could have imagined. This felt like more than just great sex, though. It felt like this da’katal that Darkon spoke of had bound the three of them tightly together for good.
Nahkar shifted her, lifting her up effortlessly, and all three of them settled again on the bed. She drifted into a contented sleep, lying between her two special males, with the scent of their pleasure in the air and her body thoroughly sated. Smiling softly, she let herself give in to her exhaustion and gently fell asleep.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Nahkar
His sleep had been perfect after making love to Jennifer. It was the best he’d had in years. Maybe the best ever.
Nahkar finally woke to the gentle chimes of the room’s alarm as the lights gradually grew brighter. He woke with a smile on his face, feeling complete right down to the core of his soul. The reason why was simple.
Jennifer Smith was in his arms. Her delightfully warm, deliciously naked body was pressed against him. She was lying on her side, so close there wasn’t a centimeter of space between them.
Darkon was lying behind her. His body melded against her curves. He had an arm curled around her protectively.
The mating instinct reared up inside him, but he caught it by the throat and controlled it. That part of him wanted to claim her as his and his alone. But he wasn’t a slave to it either. He had the strength to recognize its power and control it now. Because Darkon cared deeply for her too. Last night, the Quindon had been ready to fight for her. He respected that, though he was glad Jennifer had intervened. She was such a worthy mate.
He smiled. Besides, the two of them making love to her had driven her out of her mind with pleasure. She deserved that. His little Terran mate should have all the happiness in her life that both of them could give her.
Jennifer groaned and stirred beside him. “What time is it? I swear I just fell asleep two seconds ago…”
He kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “That’s because we spent all night fucking.”
Beside Jennifer, Darkon chuckled. “Always the romantic, Nahkar. A true poet.”
Jennifer sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. He admired her naked back, the curve of her spine all the way down to those wonderful ass cheeks. Gods, she was beautiful. He pulled her hand to him and kissed the back of it, beginning to kiss his way up her arm. Darkon sat up and leaned in, starting to kiss his way up her spine.
“Not so fast, guys,” Jennifer said with an adorable giggle. “First, I need some food. I’m starving. I need to replenish my energy.”
Darkon swung out of bed and walked naked toward the bedroom door. “I’ll see if the servants have brought any food. We can eat in bed. I’d be happy to lick sahvanon syrup off every part of your body.”
“Oooh,” she purred, beaming at him. “Sounds fun. Hurry back.”
Darkon left to go check.
Nahkar took the opportunity to pull her close to him. “I’ll never forget last night, my little mate.”
Grinning even wider, she lifted one of her eyebrows. “Oh, was that a one-night-only deal? Because I’ll tell you right now, I want that again. Over and over again. I’m greedy. I have a huge appetite…for all kinds of things.”
He chuckled, feeling his cock begin to stir at the naughty tone in her voice and the wicked glint in her eye. He was so damned lucky to have found her. No one and nothing else compared.
“Nahkar,” Darkon called from the other room, his voice alarmed and tense. “Get out here. Now.”
The note of alarm in Darkon’s voice had Nahkar scrambling out of bed, practically jumping into his leather pants. Something was wrong.
He glanced at Jennifer. “Stay here.”
He didn’t give her time to protest. He stormed into the hallway, ready for anything.
Ready for anything except Princess Piedasa sitting in one of the chairs in the middle of the suite as if she owned the universe.
Groxxing hell. This had to be a nightmare.
But he wasn’t so lucky.
The princess was alone. She must have left her bodyguards out in the hall as she preferred. She sat holding a drink in one hand. Her legs were crossed. Her shimmering dress gave the impression of a tiny rain of meteors falling down the length of her body. Her hair was heavily dyed and styled, purples and blues, and her face was immaculately made up. She was beautiful, but he had already realized it was only a cold beauty. There was no warmth of kindness in her eyes. Earlier, he’d been too blinded by his own lust to appreciate just how dangerous she was.
But the danger and differences were strikingly clear now that he had Jennifer in his life. Jennifer had shown him what it was like to love someone who truly deserved it. Piedasa might be a princess, but Jennifer outshone her in every way possible.
Darkon was standing there naked. He wasn’t the least bit ashamed of his nudity, and Nahkar normally approved of showing off assets. But Darkon was also staring at the princess as if she were a razor-dreng he was facing in the arena. He seemed ready to leap to Jennifer’s defense and toss the princess out on her ass. Nahkar approved and moved to join him. If they had to do this, they would do it together.
“Mmm,” the princess said, looking Nahkar over from head to toe. “I do love to see you without a shirt. You have our permission to lose your pants as well. Your friend has the right idea. He has a pleasing body, although yours is still my favorite.” She formed her mouth into a pout. “Maybe we should make arena fighters battle in the nude. I would certainly enjoy it.”
“Thank you, Your Highness, but I think I’ll keep my pants on,” he told her icily. “Why are you here?”
“To forgive you for your base, uncouth behavior the last time I saw you.” She giggled. “Oh, and to watch you grovel.”
Before he could answer, Jennifer stepped into the suite’s great room. She was wearing a sedra-silk robe, cinched tight at the waist, with her arms folded across her chest. He immediately recognized the worry in her blue eyes. Seeing her worried or unhappy instantly made his gut churn. He immediately wanted to do something to set things right, to make her feel better again.
Only this time, he was the problem. He had to be why the princess was here right now. He’d been her pet before he’d seen Jennifer and all other females suddenly seemed dull and uninteresting to him, including the imperial princess.
He’d ordered her out the last time he’d seen the princess. She would not forgive that.
Piedasa’s eyes had grown even colder as she stared at Jennifer. “Oh. You. I suppose you should be here to hear this as well.”
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Jennifer nodded solemnly. She didn’t say anything aloud to the princess. She did glance at Darkon, who was standing there as menacingly as a naked, blue-skinned Quindon could stand.
“Darkon,” Jennifer said softly. “Maybe you should go get dressed.”
“Don’t cover up all that muscle on my account,” the princess said. She looked far too smug and self-satisfied for Nahkar’s taste. She was up to something.
Darkon turned around and left the room. He and Jennifer waited in uneasy silence as the princess idly inspected her glowing nails, humming merrily to herself. Darkon finally returned wearing his clothing.
Nahkar’s patience had exhausted itself. He would have picked the princess up and tossed her out on her ass for barging in without knocking and ruining their morning with her nonsense, except that would only get him executed.
“How did you get in here?” he demanded.
She tittered as if he’d said something amusing. “I am a member of the royal family. This is our palace. There is nowhere I can’t go.” Her grin widened, her eyes wicked. “Besides, don’t be such a killjoy. I’m here to tell you the good news. As of last night, I own each and every one of you.”
Nahkar was not one to flinch easily, but he flinched at this. His stomach felt as if it had filled with cold-blooded derok eels. “What do you mean?”
Her eyes flashed. She lifted her hand into the air, palm up. When she glanced at her palm, three perfect holo images appeared in the air. The images were holo displays of some kind of data, broadcast from one of her fancy rings.
He frowned at the words, reading them slowly. Each of the three images was a contract. One for him, one for Darkon, and one for Jennifer. Their previous owner—the one Darkon mockingly called The Voice—had sold them to the princess.
Oh, grox me. This is bad.
This heartless, spoiled princess now owned them completely.
Darkon was staring at the holograms of the contracts in disbelief, but his silver eyes were worried. “You bought all of our contracts?”
