Alien Alliance

by Honey Phillips

  T’kol bent his head and kissed her, forcing her lips apart in a demanding kiss and stroking his tongue in and out in imitation of Hisst’s fingers. His hand went to her breasts, but he kept his touch light, just teasing her nipples with his claws. She tried to lift into this touch, and he raised his head, his eyes glowing green.

  “Do you want more, my jewel?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  “Add another finger, Hisst,” he ordered, and she immediately felt the stretch. Every part of her body quivered with longing, straining towards her climax. T’kol returned to her breasts, rolling her nipples with a firm pressure as he watched her face. Her eyes started to flutter closed.

  “Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered, and she obeyed. “Yes, L’zabet, now you are ready. Come for me.”

  As he spoke, he clamped down on her nipple hard enough to send a heated spike straight to her clit. Hisst trilled against the sensitive flesh, and she exploded, her body convulsing as her pussy clamped down on his fingers while the waves of pleasure rolled over her. He gentled his strokes, but he kept licking her, prolonging her pleasure until she finally nudged his head away.

  Hisst looked up from between her legs, smiling. “This time I am sure that I’ve pleasured you, my queen.”

  A laugh escaped. “You have. Both of you.”

  T’kol was still watching her, his face unreadable, but she realized that her hand was still fastened around his cock. His very large, very hard cock.

  She hesitated for only a second. “Do you want me to take care of you, T’kol?”

  “I am fine. The lizard will need you again.” He gestured at Hisst and she took a quick look over her shoulder to realize that he had extruded again. Before she could speak, he shook his head slightly and gestured at T’kol.

  T’kol growled. “I said I will not accept you as a gift from him.”

  “Not even if I want to come to you?” She tightened her hand as far as she could around the massive shaft and felt it pulse beneath her fingers.

  “Is that what you want?”

  She had never heard his voice sound so uncertain, but rather than respond in words, she bent over and licked his cock. Mm, completely different from Hisst but equally delicious. Instead of cool spicy sweetness, T’kol tasted dark and rich and warm. She licked again, and his hand went to her head, wrapping his fingers in her hair with a slight, delicious pull.

  She felt, rather than heard, Hisst’s protest, but T’kol’s hand only tightened.

  “She likes it, don’t you, my jewel? Now put your mouth around me.”

  Despite the stretch, she managed to close her mouth around the broad head and heard his growl. “Very good. But I believe you can take more.”

  Determined to please him, she sank lower until he brushed the back of her throat, until she gagged and drew back.

  “You are hurting her,” Hisst protested.

  “No, I am not.” T’kol’s voice was full of dark pleasure as he gently pushed her head down again. “Relax your throat, L’zabet. Swallow around me.”

  “But—”

  “See for yourself,” T’kol said impatiently to Hisst as he urged her to continue. With each descent, she could take just a little more.

  A cool finger traced her labia and circled her clit.

  “You are correct. She is very wet.”

  Hisst started to move away and she thrust her hips in his direction. T’kol gave a dark chuckle. “You can not stop now. Pleasure her.”

  “Of course.”

  Hisst resumed his attentions and she hummed with pleasure, causing T’kol to groan and his hand to tighten. A pleasant feeling of power came over her as she felt his body tense. She could do this; she could bring her warrior the same kind of pleasure he brought her. With increasing enthusiasm, she worked his cock, taking him deeper even though her jaw ached. She stroked the sensitive underside with her tongue as he seemed to swell, stretching her to her limits before she swallowed again, and he exploded in heated jets as she gulped greedily. With one last lick she raised her head to find his eyes blazing green fire.

  “You did not come, my jewel.”

  Now that he mentioned it, she realized that her body once again throbbed with need. She had been too focused on T’kol to really appreciate Hisst’s efforts.

  “I think it is time,” T’kol said slowly, and her heart started to race.

  He closed his eyes briefly and she saw his shoulders tense. Despite his obvious reluctance, he didn’t hesitate. “You will go to Hisst first. It has been many years and you are very tight.”

  Her mouth went dry. Could she really do this? Make love to one male in front of another? Her body argued that she could but more importantly, her heart agreed. Whatever relationship they were forging here, this was part of it. She turned to find Hisst watching her.

  “Is this what you want, Hisst?”

  “I could ask for no greater honor. If you are sure…”

  She looked from the big grey-skinned warrior she had known for so many years to the other alien face, already so familiar, and nodded. Yes. Perhaps it was another reckless decision, but this felt right.

  “Yes. I’m sure.”

  “Then go to him,” T’kol growled, but she heard the strain in his voice. “Go,” he repeated.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Hisst lay back on the bed of leaves in front of her. “It is my honor to present myself to you, my queen.”

  A mixture of pleasure and uncertainty rushed over her. That expanse of muscled green flesh was undoubtedly exciting, and her clit throbbed with excitement, but she wasn’t really sure where to start. She gave T’kol a somewhat helpless look.

  “Kiss him, L’zabet. Let him discover the pleasure of your mouth.”

  Yes, that sounded good. Simple, in fact. She bent over and brushed her mouth against those thin ridges.

  “Open your mouth,” she whispered.

  “But my fangs…”

  “You won’t hurt me.”

  When his mouth opened slightly, she kissed him again, and this time she slipped her tongue inside. He started, and then that marvelous tongue met hers, stroking and tugging until she was rubbing herself against him.

  “Straddle him,” T’kol said.

  Hisst had been holding her head to his, but he released it at T’kol’s words. “Please, my queen, mount me.”

  A little cautiously, she seated herself across his thighs. They stared at each other and she wondered if he felt as nervous as she did.

  “Help her to mount you.”

  Hisst grabbed her hips, but he waited until she nodded before he easily lifted her and brought her down over his primary cock. The tip slid inside with astonishing ease but as he lowered her, the shaft broadened, and she could feel her pussy struggling to adjust. She leaned towards him to lessen the pressure and his second cock pressed the length of her slit. The head surrounded her clit in a cool firm grip, and she jumped. He immediately froze.

  “Is something wrong?”

  He looked so anxious that her own tension lessened, and she gave him a warm smile. “Not at all. That feels amazing.”

  Pushing down with her hips, she finally took him completely. His secondary cock began working her clit while inside his primary cock also began to move, finding a spot that had her gasping with pleasure.

  “Play with her breasts,” T’kol growled, and she looked over to find him watching her, but her self-consciousness had vanished. Instead, she felt beautiful and sensual. When Hisst cupped her breasts, she shifted slightly so that T’kol could see his fingers tugging at her nipples. T’kol’s eyes glowed with green fire and she wanted more of those heated looks.

  Slowly at first, then with more confidence, she started to ride Hisst, leaning forward so that she felt every inch of both marvelous cocks. He caught on to her rhythm immediately, raising his hips to meet hers. As she moved faster, he abandoned her breasts to clasp her hips, urging her on, and she dropped down over his chest. His trill echoed through the cave and vibra
ted from her breasts to her clit. The increased pressure against her swollen nub sent her soaring, her vision hazing to white as her body convulsed around his cock as he responded with a hoarse shout and cool jets of seed exploded inside her and beneath her, surrounding them both with spicy fragrance.

  As her pulse slowed, she snuggled into Hisst’s arms feeling sleepy and content. Her body hummed pleasantly, and she found she had no regrets. But even as she thought that, she turned her head to look at T’kol. He was sitting up against the cave wall, his eyes closed and his face carved in harsh lines. Her chest ached at how alone he looked.

  Hisst ran a gentle finger along her cheek. When she looked up at him, he nodded towards T’kol and she realized that he was encouraging her to go to him. Her heart full of warmth, she kissed him—not too quickly—then moved over to T’kol’s side.

  T’kol leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. His satisfaction at L’zabet’s pleasure had turned with shocking suddenness to what he could only admit was jealousy. Not even jealousy that the damned lizard had made her come, but that they had both looked so happy and that she had smiled and snuggled into his arms without even a glance at T’kol. Had he been foolish to permit their joining? At the time he had thought only of her comfort. She was too small and tight to take him easily and he had hoped that H’sst would prepare her for him, but now… Now it didn’t seem as if there was any need for him in this relationship.

  A rustle of movement distracted him and then he caught her lush scent, despite the lizard’s heavier spice. He kept his eyes closed.

  “T’kol,” L’zabet said softly. “I know you’re not asleep.”

  “No.”

  “Won’t you look at me?”

  He finally forced his eyes open, expecting to see her glowing with contentment. Instead, worried green eyes looked into his. Was she concerned about him?

  “What do you want, L’zabet?”

  “I want you.”

  “Do you? Because you seemed quite content with the lizard.”

  “Don’t you dare.” Her eyes changed from soft to angry. “You can’t be all bossy and ‘fuck him’ one minute and now act all fucking hurt when I obeyed you.”

  “I am not hurt.”

  “Aren’t you? Because you’re sure as hell acting like it.” She glared at him, then her eyes softened once more. “Did you really hate it that much?”

  He forced himself to be truthful. “I did not hate seeing him pleasure you. You are never more beautiful than when you come.”

  “But?”

  “But I did not like seeing you in his arms afterwards. I want to be the one to hold you.”

  “Oh, T’kol.” With a lithe movement, she straddled his lap. When he didn’t react immediately, she took his arms and placed them around her, then nestled closer. His arms tightened involuntarily. Foolish as it was, her lush warmth tucked in his arms did ease his wounded hearts. He couldn’t help glancing at the lizard, but H’sst just nodded and turned his head, giving them the minimal privacy the small cave allowed.

  L’zabet wiggled a little and her presence had the expected effect as his shaft stiffened between them.

  “Mm.” Her breasts rubbed against his chest and he realized that her nipples had hardened. “You know earlier, you said first.”

  “First?”

  “You said that Hisst could have me first. I assumed you meant that you would be next.”

  Yes, his cock urged, but he forced himself under control.

  “Is that what you want, my jewel?”

  “T’kol, I have wanted you since I was fifteen,” she said softly, her eyes glowing with warmth. “That hasn’t changed. I don’t think it ever will.”

  Too full of emotion to speak, all he could do was kiss her until she was clinging to him and his cock was an iron bar between their bodies.

  When he finally raised his head, they both noticed that H’sst had begun wrapping her clothing around himself.

  “What are you doing?” L’zabet cried.

  “My metabolism has awakened,” the lizard said easily. “I will take care of my needs and return shortly.”

  Although he spoke to L’zabet, his eyes were on T’kol, and T’kol realized that he was trying to give them privacy. His pride should have been offended; instead, he found himself touched by the other male’s thoughtful gesture. Even though a part of him had begun to accept the fact that he might have to share L’zabet on a permanent basis, he was grateful that this moment could be between the two of them.

  “Take the blanket,” he suggested.

  “I will. But even with it, I can’t remain outside for long.” His eyes remained on T’kol, and he nodded. He understood that H’sst could only offer them so much time.

  “No, of course, you can’t,” L’zabet said, looking worried. “Do you need help?”

  Hisst laughed. “No, my queen. I’ll be back soon.”

  “Do not endanger yourself,” he ordered, surprised to find that he too was concerned about the young warrior.

  “No, sir.” Hisst grinned impudently and slipped out of the cave.

  “Do you think he’ll be all right?” L’zabet said, staring after him.

  “Yes, my L’chka.”

  Her eyes flew to his and her mouth opened. He very gently closed it with one finger. “I’m not going to take it back. I know that you are my mate and I know you realize it as well.”

  “But—” she managed to mumble around his finger.

  “I also know that you have feelings for that damned lizard.” Despite the words, there was no heat in his voice, and he saw her relax. “I do not know how this is going to work, but I am willing to try for your sake.”

  He removed his finger, but instead of trying to speak, she kissed him, her mouth opening readily to his, her soft little tongue caressing him. His cock had never really subsided, and it surged again now.

  “I don’t want to wait any longer,” she said impatiently, and lifted herself over him. Just as on the long-ago time in the forest, the silky heat of her cunt brushed across his cock, but this time, he didn’t have to pull back. She started to lower herself but even with her abundant wetness, her little entrance strained to take him.

  “Slowly, L’zabet,” he growled, even though every instinct he had urged him to bury himself in her.

  She bit her lip and pushed harder and his cockhead finally breached her entrance. Her cunt was so tight, it was almost painful, but he still had to clench his fists to avoid the urge to thrust up inside her.

  “Oh.” Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a perfect circle. The memory of those soft pink lips around his cock made him jerk and she slipped down another inch.

  “You’re so big,” she whispered. “I feel so full.”

  “You are not full yet.” In spite of his resolution, he found his hands on her hips urging her further down his shaft. He forced himself to pause and let her adjust as her cunt fluttered wildly around his cock. Even with her willingness and the liquid heat covering his shaft, every inch was a struggle. He adjusted his grip so that he could stroke his thumb across her exposed clit. Another rush of heat and he gained another inch.

  Her breath came in rapid pants, her breasts jiggling delightfully as her hand went first to his shoulders, then to his horns. He groaned as they tightened around the sensitive base. His hips thrust upward involuntarily just as she pushed down, and he was buried to the hilt in silken pleasure. Heat was already licking up his spine and his balls tightened but he forced himself to remain still. Her blunt little teeth worried her bottom lip and she kept shifting to ease the strain. Each movement sent another surge of heat to his cock and it took all of his self-control not to thrust. Instead, he worked her clit with his thumb, stroking the swollen flesh until she began to rock against him.

  “Are you ready, my L’chka? I will try to be gentle.”

  “I don’t want gentle, T’kol. I want you. I want the hard, demanding warrior—the one I’ve wanted since I was fifteen.”

 
; He started to move before she even finished speaking, his hands tight on her hips as he began thrusting wildly. She matched his urgency, slamming her hips down to meet his strokes as the fire licked down his spine and he knew that he couldn’t hold out much longer.

  “Come for me, L’zabet,” he ordered as he pressed against her swollen clit, and she obeyed, her cunt convulsed around him as he finally, finally lost himself in the woman for whom he had waited so long.

  As she collapsed against him, her tight cunt still milking the last of his seed, the flap opened and H’sst appeared. By the slowness of his movements, the young fool had stayed outside too long but T’kol was still grateful that he had been blessed with this time alone with his L’chka.

  “Come here,” he ordered, frowning as the other male stumbled across the floor. “Put the blanket over the three of us.”

  H’sst clumsily untied the blanket and spread it out as he sank down next to them.

  With a quick kiss, T’kol lifted L’zabet free and tucked her against his side opposite H’sst to prevent her from being exposed to the icy cold radiating from the lizard.

  “Hisst, are you all right?” she asked anxiously.

  “Fine,” Hisst said slowly, edging closer to T’kol.

  With a resigned sigh, T’kol put an arm around H’sst and let him press against his side. Under the circumstances, sharing his body heat seemed only right. He had his reward when L’zabet smiled sleepily up at him before she reached across his chest to take one of H’sst’s hands in hers. Both of their bodies softened into sleep and he found his own eyes closing. Never in a million years had he expected his first mating with L’zabet to happen in this way and yet… he did not find himself discontented. His L’chka was safe and happy at his side and if the damned lizard was part of what it took to keep her happy, well, she could have made worse choices. A rueful smile crossed his face as he also settled into sleep.

  Chapter Fifteen