Alien Alliance

by Honey Phillips

  “I have claimed you,” the warrior said.

  “Have you? I don’t remember you saying those words. And even if you did, you could have said them anytime over the past four fucking years since I turned eighteen.” Her voice rose and her hand gripped him more tightly, but the hard grip only increased his excitement.

  “You know I was waiting.”

  “Well, you waited too long and now I’ve met Hisst.” Her grip softened and she resumed the slow, gentle strokes.

  “A fucking lizard? One who is willing to share you?”

  “One who wants me enough that he’s willing to share.”

  The words hung in the air.

  Hisst dragged his gaze away from the small white fingers around his golden cock to look at the other warrior. For a fraction of a second, his shoulders slumped, then a look of fierce determination crossed his face.

  “You do not need him, my L’chka. I can be everything you want.”

  Lissie’s soft green eyes filled with tears, but her words were fierce. “You have no fucking right to call me that. Not when it took the presence of another male before you could bring yourself to do it. I think you’re just jealous.”

  “Jealous?” The Yehrin scoffed. “I can command your pleasure even when you are touching him.”

  “No, you can’t.”

  The warrior’s face hardened. “Yes, I can. Present your breasts to him the way you did to me.”

  Hisst was quite sure that his face reflected the same shock as Lissie’s.

  “We don’t do that,” he protested, even though his kradx throbbed at the thought of covering her tits with his mouth.

  “Why not?”

  “Our fangs…” He opened his mouth to reveal his fangs.

  “You are worried about those two tiny points?” The Yehrin bared his own sharp, pointed teeth. “If I could refrain from hurting her, you can do the same.”

  Hisst refrained from pointing out that his fangs grew considerably when necessary. The thought of having Lissie’s breasts in his mouth, of exploring those strange tantalizing nubs, had his heart pounding.

  “You… you would permit me?” he finally asked Lissie.

  Chapter Eleven

  Lizabet was still staring at T’kol, shocked by his command, when Hisst’s question penetrated. Did she want his mouth on her breasts? She thought of that forked tongue and shivered. Oh, yes. But first…

  “Why? Why are you doing this?” she demanded of T’kol.

  “Because you are mine, L’zabet,” he said fiercely. “You will learn that even when you touch another male, I can enhance your pleasure.” His tone darkened. “And you will learn that you do not need another male.”

  She couldn’t deny that his dark, dominant tone sent a thrill straight to her needy clit, and she didn’t need to look down to know that her nipples had furled into tight little buds. A week ago, she would have never believed that she could want anyone other than T’kol. But she had met Hisst and despite the brevity of their acquaintance, she felt the same pull towards him that she had always felt towards T’kol. Hisst’s words kept teasing her—what if she didn’t have to choose? If T’kol thought he could convince her otherwise, could she use his arrogance to lead him into accepting the idea?

  Hisst’s spicy scent, T’kol’s deeper musk, even her own arousal lay heady in the air. The three of them were alone in this small cave, surrounded by the raging storm, and there was no one here to judge. As she followed T’kol’s directions, kneeling up to offer Hisst her breasts, her empty pussy ached and demanded.

  “Take them in your mouth, lizard,” T’kol growled. “Do not hurt her.”

  “May I?” Hisst asked softly.

  “Yes.” Her nipples, already sensitized by T’kol’s mouth, ached for his touch.

  He very slowly lowered his head, the delay simply adding to the sense of anticipation. When his mouth closed oh so gently around a swollen peak, she gasped. His tongue lapped carefully, a pleasant coolness that both soothed and aroused, but then she felt it surround her nipple and tug. The sensation went straight to her clit and her back arched.

  “Oh!” Her eyes flew open in shocked pleasure, only to meet T’kol’s glance. His face was a harsh mask, but his eyes blazed with green fire, and his hand was gripping his cock over his uniform. A tinge of guilt made its way through the shocking pleasure. She had come to ease Hisst, but T’kol must have been equally as aroused.

  “Now…” After a barely perceptible hesitation, T’kol continued. “Now touch him, L’zabet. Take his cock in your hand.”

  The position was a little difficult and when she tried to adjust it, Hisst clamped his hand on her back, attacking her breast with increased fervor. The cool tugs intensified, and she wiggled, wishing that she could touch herself, but one hand still offered her breast to Hisst and the other closed around his thick cock. He trilled against her breast, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure down her spine.

  “Stroke him,” T’kol demanded, his eyes still fixed on her face. “Slowly.”

  She tried to follow his command but every time Hisst tugged at her nipple, her hand tightened.

  “Do you enjoy this, L’zabet? Knowing that two males are hard for you? Only for you?” T’kol gave a slow, deliberate stroke to his own erection.

  “I want to see,” she gasped. “I want to see you too.”

  His eyes alight with triumph, he released the patch of fabric covering his groin and his cock sprang free. Unlike Hisst’s, this was no smooth column of flesh. Instead, the dark grey shaft undulated from wide head to even wider base in tantalizing dips and swells. And the size… Even his big hand looked almost dainty against that massive shaft. Her heart raced in a mixture of fear and delight at the idea of that enormous erection entering her small pussy.

  “Is this what you want, L’zabet?” He fisted his cock. “All you have to do is claim it.”

  Hisst stilled beneath her, then released her breast. When she looked at him, his face was solemn, gold eyes studying her, but he did not protest. He seemed almost resigned, but her heart still hurt for him. She forced herself to think past the aching need that filled her body.

  “No, T’kol. I’m not going to abandon Hisst.”

  His face shuttered, but his erection didn’t diminish. When she looked back at Hisst, such astonished delight filled his face that she bent forward and kissed him. No actual lips met hers, only a ridge of smooth, scaled skin, but it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, just different. He didn’t kiss her back, but she felt his trill vibrating against her lips before she drew back.

  “Thank you, my queen,” he said softly, but she knew T’kol had heard him.

  Very deliberately, she turned back to her other warrior. She wasn’t going to leave Hisst, but neither was she willing to give up on T’kol. “What do you want me to do now, T’kol?”

  For a long moment he didn’t react, and her heart sank, then he grinned fiercely. “You are correct, my jewel. This battle is not yet terminated.” Before she could decide how she felt about his comment, he continued. “Have you tasted him?”

  “No.”

  Another brief hesitation, then he said. “Do so. From the side so that I may watch.”

  Her pulse racing, she started to lower her head and Hisst reared back.

  “My queen, what are you doing?”

  “She is going to take your cock in her mouth,” T’kol said coldly. “Are you not familiar with the act?”

  “It is forbidden.”

  Hisst seemed genuinely shocked, and she sat back on her heels. “Of course, I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

  “Want? I—” He looked from her to T’kol, watching them with a challenging look on his face and his own expression changed. “Yes. If it would bring you pleasure, I would be happy to have you taste me.”

  As she lowered her head again, she caught a brief glimpse of T’kol’s face. He no longer looked quite so triumphant and she wondered if he had expected Hisst to deny her. But then His
st’s cocks were right in front of her, his spicy scent filling her senses, and she forgot everything in her desire to explore those gleaming golden shafts.

  She ran a tentative tongue up the smaller cock and moaned with pleasure. He tasted like cinnamon spiced honey.

  “Oh, Great Mother,” Hisst sighed. “I never knew.”

  “Take him in your mouth, L’zabet,” T’kol growled, and she obeyed. As her mouth closed over Hisst’s smooth, cool cock, she looked over to see T’kol watching them, his hand once more fisting his own shaft. “More,” he urged.

  Circling the divided tip, she let her tongue explore the two heads, catching drops of golden precum from each. Hisst trilled continuously as she took him deeper, her mouth stretching to accommodate the increasing width.

  “Touch her, lizard,” T’kol growled. “Put your hand between her legs.”

  She suspected her face must be beet red, but it didn’t stop her from rubbing against the thick fingers Hisst placed between her thighs. He caught on rapidly, returning the movement with a firm pressure that felt perfect against her needy clit. Her breasts rubbed his thigh, the smooth scales pleasantly abrasive against her hardened nipples.

  “Use your hands as well, L’zabet. You wished to satisfy him. Now do so.” T’kol’s command urging her on, she concentrated on Hisst even as her own arousal soared. She took him deeper, lowering her head to meet her hand on each stroke. The fingers against her clit pressed harder, moved faster, matching her own movements and she felt her climax approaching as Hisst tensed, his cocks growing stiffer beneath her hands.

  “Now, L’zabet. Come now,” T’kol ordered, and with a helpless cry she did, her release triggering Hisst’s as he exploded in warm jets of golden seed, as T’kol shouted out his own release, as her body shook in helpless ecstasy.

  As her shudders died down, she realized the wantonness of her position, sprawled half-naked against one alien, her breasts covered with his golden seed, while another alien watched. She waited for the embarrassed color to flood her face but to her surprise, she didn’t feel any shame. Instead, she was filled with a boneless contentment. She reached up and gave Hisst a quick, gentle kiss, then deliberately went to T’kol and repeated the gesture. She half-expected him to pull away, but he didn’t. Instead, he studied her face before his eyes dropped to the golden fluid covering her breasts.

  “I do not like his seed on you,” he growled, but despite his words, he reached out and rubbed the glistening liquid into her skin. A black claw toyed briefly with her nipples as they inevitably responded to his touch and her breath caught.

  “You had best resume your clothing, my jewel, or the games will continue, and I think perhaps we could all use a break.”

  He had already tucked away his own cock—unfortunately—and somewhat reluctantly she picked up her top, but he was right. The emotional and sexual intensity of the past hour had left her drained. And hungry, she realized as her stomach growled.

  T’kol’s eyes sharpened. “Are you in need of food?”

  “I’m fine. I’ll have half a protein bar.” Only one more remained. “Do you want to split it with me?”

  “I brought supplies. Can you bring me my bag?”

  She regarded the large black bag doubtfully. “Maybe I can drag it—”

  Before she could complete her sentence, Hisst picked it up and placed it next to T’kol before moving back to his side of the cave.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  T’kol gave a stiff nod before touching a release panel with his thumb and opening the bag. After a quick survey, he handed her one of her favorite Yehrin snacks and she realized that he must have brought it on purpose. A combination of warmth and guilt rushed over her. She’d never even realized that he had noticed her preferences.

  “There are sufficient supplies for the lizard as well,” he added reluctantly.

  “His name is Hisst,” she said, smiling at the other warrior. “And thank you, but he said his metabolism had been slowed by the cold.”

  T’kol gave Hisst a skeptical glance. “Is that true? You do not wish to eat?”

  “There is sufficient for Lissie?”

  “Yes.”

  She stopped eating in dismay. “You mean you’re hungry? Why did you lie to me?”

  “I told you that I wouldn’t lie to you, my queen. When you asked, my metabolism had slowed. However, the warmth of the cave and our… activities have caused it to increase.”

  “Oh, Hisst. You should have told me.”

  “Your needs come first,” he said firmly.

  T’kol grunted, and she looked up in time to see him nod in agreement. She rolled her eyes.

  “I’m a big girl. We should all share, no matter how much we have.”

  The silent response from both males was unquestionably disagreement but she decided it wasn’t worth arguing. The three of them ate, then T’kol scanned his leg again and checked the splint.

  “An adequate job.” His mouth twisted, but he nodded at Hisst. “Thank you.”

  “How do you know I didn’t put it on?” she demanded.

  “Because you have many skills, my jewel, but medical aid is not one of them. I remember when B’nji cut his arm, the medic thought you were the one who needed assistance.”

  Her cheeks heated and she scowled at him. “I just don’t like the sight of blood.”

  “You should never need to see it,” Hisst said immediately, and she suddenly realized that they three of them were sitting in almost friendly proximity. A little spark of hope began deep inside. Perhaps the three of them could manage to find a way to be together. But then T’kol lifted his wrist and began tapping at his wrist com with his claws.

  “What are you doing?” she asked suspiciously.

  “Notifying T’chok that you are safe,” he said, then frowned, “and that I will need assistance returning to the flyer.”

  Her heart sank. Once T’chok came roaring in, Hisst would be sent back to the Icluthians and she had a sneaking suspicion that T’kol would revert to his former distance.

  T’kol swore at the wrist com and picked up his communicator instead.

  “No luck?” she asked, trying to suppress the hope in her voice.

  “Either the rocks or the storm are blocking the transmission.” He tossed the communicator aside with a disgusted growl. “For both devices. Is that why you didn’t contact T’chok?”

  “I lost my communicator in the wreck.”

  He shuddered and Hisst frowned.

  “Your vehicle was damaged, my queen?”

  “I slid off the road when I saw your flyer go down.”

  A distressed look crossed his face but T’kol glared at him. “Your flyer? Did you have permission to enter Earth’s atmosphere?”

  Hisst shrugged and grinned, unperturbed by T’kol’s annoyance. “I was just looking around.”

  “And you wrecked?”

  “Unfortunately. I have little experience with this type of weather. The flyer was destroyed.”

  T’kol nodded. “Of course—that explains it. Your wreck must be the distressing news that Queen Adorissa mentioned.”

  “She was distressed?” Hisst looked almost pleased and Lizabet scowled at him.

  “Why do you care?”

  “I did not realize that she noticed me,” he said, still looking far too happy about it, and a definite wave of jealousy came over her. As fascinated as he seemed to be by her, was she just an exotic diversion before he returned to his own species?

  “Did you want her to notice you?” The words emerged before she could call them back. “Is she the queen you really wanted?”

  He looked so shocked that some of her annoyance melted away.

  “Although of course it would have been an honor to have been chosen, she already has six warriors in her brace, and I had hoped for a less ambitious queen.” Perhaps sensing that his answer didn’t resolve her questions, he reached over and took her hands. For once, T’kol didn’t growl. “And now that I have met y
ou, there is no other queen for me, Lissie.”

  “How can you know?”

  “I know,” he said firmly, and the last of her jealousy disappeared. She looked over to find T’kol frowning at Hisst, but he seemed more thoughtful than angry.

  “Now what should we do?” The two of them looked at her with almost identical speculation, but even though her clit pulsed, she laughed and shook her head. “Not that.”

  Chapter Twelve

  By mutual agreement, they ended up playing cards and the day passed in surprising amity. Lizabet quickly realized how much the games revealed about their personalities. T’kol’s moves were quick, decisive, and aggressive. Hisst played more cautiously, but despite his apparent reticence, several times he succeeded where T’kol’s aggression failed. After one such victory, she saw T’kol eyeing him with reluctant respect.

  She started out a discreet equal distance from both of them, but T’kol somehow managed to keep pulling her closer. Hisst simply followed along. By the time she yawned and put down her last hand, she was tightly wedged between the two warriors.

  “Okay, boys. I need to make a trip outside before bed.”

  “I will accompany…” T’kol began, then gave his leg an annoyed look.

  “I will go,” Hisst said.

  “Neither of you will go. It’s too cold for you and T’kol needs to rest his leg. I’m quite capable of peeing by myself.”

  She saw them exchange a frustrated glance over her head and hid a grin as she wiggled free. Perhaps they would bond over their frustration with her.

  “Take the blast—”

  “Take a weapon—”

  “Good lord, it’s like there’s an echo in here.”

  Rolling her eyes, she retrieved the blast tube. “While I’m outside, you might want to consider the sleeping arrangements. There’s only one bed and I plan to be in it.” She took a deep breath. “Either both of you join me or both of you sleep on the floor.”

  T’kol growled, but she saw Hisst grin as she slipped through the door.

  The wind still howled but the snow had temporarily stopped falling. Too cold to go far, she simply stepped around the boulder and quickly did her business, using a handful of snow for a quick cleanup. Fuck, that was cold. Hopefully, her two males would heat her back up, she thought, and a surprised giggle escaped. Two males. She never would have imagined she would be in this position.