On Her Axis

by Jeanette Lynn

  “So, good,” I murmured as he snarled into my neck and let himself go, forcing his way back in with one harsh, smooth thrust of his hips, tunneling into me, our bodies slapping wetly together as the water from the shower danced over us.

  I reached around and played with my clit as he picked up his pace, nearing his finish.

  “Touch yourself, Mags, I want to watch.” He leaned down and nipped the lobe of my ear, his lower arms still firmly gripping my generous hips. “Harder, goddess, show me. Make yourself come, sweet heart,” he instructed, his voice deeper and huskier with arousal, gravelly almost, never breaking stride as he whispered all sorts of naughty suggestions into my ear.

  We both yelled out, reaching our own climax at the same time, his breath hard and heavy as it puffed out hotly on my neck, his warm body protecting me from the brunt of the now cold water of the shower.

  Back in action!

  Perre

  “Well?” I grumbled when Marre hopped into the hovie six hours later. I was sitting in it parked down the street from Mags’ place.

  Very stalker-ish -believe me, I know- but what can I say? She’s mine.

  “She agreed.” Marre let out a long, happy sigh, falling into a boneless heap in the passenger seat.

  I narrowed my eyes at him, scenting sex in the air, and the unmistakable musk of Mags.

  “Did you have to fuck her to talk her into it?” I growled out caustically.

  “Oh, please,” Marre snorted, rolling his eyes at me, “You would have done the same damned thing.”

  I didn’t even need to think about it.

  “Yes. Yes, I would have,” I responded honestly, my anger deflating faster than a popped balloon.

  “Don’t be so pissy, then. Besides, you can have first date. I told her I’d already claimed mine tonight. The next one will be her choice for all three of us to go out together.”

  I grunted in agreement and started my hovie to head off.

  I have plans to make, I contemplated, trying to figure out how I was going to make things right with my little heathen.

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  I wiped my sweating palms on my pants nervously as I knocked on her door, my stomach clenching nervously as butterflies took up permanent residency in my gut.

  “Come on in, I’m running late!” Mags called from the other side.

  I opened it and let myself in, unhurriedly taking in my surroundings as I shut the door behind me.

  My eyes widened in surprised. Very nice.

  It was comfortable and warm, the browns and bright pops of color here and there making it seem more inviting somehow.

  I walked down the hall and followed the sound of her voice as she ran around trying to get ready. I entered her room and froze as Mags stood there in high heels and a green strapless dress, rushing to do up a couple of the buttons on the little black sweater she’d just thrown on over it.

  “Do I look okay?” she asked nervously, glancing down self-consciously.

  She’d left her hair down and it ran wild and free around her face, waves of golden flame going down her back, accentuated even more by the green of her dress.

  “You look beautiful,” I breathed, then found myself mesmerized by the pleasure twinkling happily in her sweet hazel eyes at my compliment.

  “Why thank you, kind sir,” she teased, bowing gracefully. “Now aren’t you Prince charming tonight.” She grinned cheekily, bright eyes lighting up when she spotted the bouquet of flowers I had clutched in my hand.

  I want to make her smile like that all the time.

  “Here,” I mumbled awkwardly, handing the mass of wild flowers over to her.

  “Thank you,” she murmured appreciatively, taking them from me gingerly to put them up against her nose, “they’re beautiful, I love them.”

  I nodded and just stood there, stupidly, as she motioned she wanted to make her way past, smiling up at me sweetly. “I’ll just go put these in some water and we can go.”

  “Okay.” I frowned, watching her strut down the hall in those sexy as hell heels, her hips swaying inviting in that too sexy for her own good dress.

  Grunting my dismay at the thought of anyone else seeing her like this- my woman- I fisted my hands, shoving them into my pockets, my palms starting to itch like crazy.

  Man, they’re really itching, I thought a few moments later as I tried to scratch my palms on the material of my pants, desperate to ease the sudden itch.

  “Umm... Perre?” Mags called out from the kitchen a few minutes later, “Where exactly did you get these flowers?”

  “A field,” I yelled back distractedly as I scratched the crap out of my hands and wrists, and now my arms.

  Mags came in and cleared her throat, grabbing my attention as she showed me a leaf with dish glove covered hands.

  “See this leaf, Perre? Does it look familiar to you?”

  “Uhh... nope. Should it?” Ow. Ow. Damn it. Stupid arms. I grimaced and continued to maul my irritated skin.

  “Yeah,” she giggled, “it’s feres frond, it’s kind of like poison ivy."

  “Awwwee shit!”

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  One cold shower, four hours later, and all of my exposed limbs covered in calamine lotion, here I am, sitting on Mags couch in my dress slacks, sulking with a blanket covering the couch so I don’t get any of that pink, magic, wonder tonic on her beige furniture.

  “I’m sorry,” I mumbled on a sigh, my tongue a little loose from the antihistamine she gave me to counter the allergic reaction I was having to the feres frond.

  At least the welts have gone away and I’m not itchy anymore, I thought ruefully.

  “I’m still surprised you didn’t recognize the feres frond though... Don’t they go over that in interplanetary training?” she questioned, referring to my military experience.

  “Only teach you about vegetation on the planet you’ll be stationed at, near, or by.”

  “Don’t be sorry, though,” she giggled, “It’s kind of fun to play nurse maid once in a while.” She chuckled, giggling at the look on my face, a slow, sweet smile curving the corners of those full, tempting lips.

  “Yeah, but I wanted tonight to be special... wanted to show you how much I love you, how much I care. I didn’t mean any of those stupid things I said. You’re not a whore. I know you’d be faithful. I... I wanted to tell you I’m sorry for being such an asshole, try to distract you from any reminders that sometimes I am an asshole, plain and simple. I can’t help it, just am, but I’m trying.” I sighed sadly, my shoulders slumping a little in defeat.

  I blinked as I realized I’d just voiced my thoughts.

  “Shit! Did I just say all of that out loud?” I groaned piteously and put my head along the back of the couch as I brow beat myself internally.

  “I think you did,” Mags whispered teasingly. She leaned over me then, straddling my lap enthusiastically, pulling my surprised face up to kiss me passionately, rendering me mindless, forget speechless, before she pulled away, “and I love you too, Perre,” she purred seductively.

  She nipped at my lips and started to nibble lower, nipping and licking along my collar bone, remembering to avoid any calamine lotion as she hit all the sensitive nerves along my neck, gooseflesh breaking out everywhere.

  “Mr. Pain in my 'Perre-ier',” she cooed as she pulled back a little, “How long have you been having symptoms?”

  The giggle, terrible nick name, and faux stern expression gave her away. I couldn’t help it as my lips quirked up. My little heathen wants to play.

  “What symptoms?” I grumbled innocently, feigning ignorance, grinning suddenly. I was more than willing to play along with her little game, elated now that she’d said it back- admitted she loves me too.

  “Let me check my chart,” she pursed her lips, as if in thought, tracing little hearts on my naked chest, “Let’s see...” she hummed, her hands roaming all over me unabashedly, “hardening of limbs, rise in body temperature, slight dizziness, elevated heart
rate, shortness of breath. Do I have everything down right?” Her eyes met mine as she asked, straight face firmly in place, keeping her mien professional.

  “Oh, almost forgot, loss of vision,” she added as she unzipped my pants and motioned for me to lift my hips.

  I did, letting her drag my slacks down to my ankles as she knelt down in front of me.

  “Commando, Perre? Feeling lucky tonight, demon lord?” She winked, licking her lips hungrily, grinning up at me wickedly as she ran her soft fingertips over the tip of my erection, her hand sliding smoothly over the crown to swipe gently across my slits, collecting the moisture that dripped from the tip.

  She licked it off of her finger and eyed me heatedly.

  “That’s Mr. Demon Lord to you, princess,” I growled on a hiss as she rubbed her cleavage against my shaft, pulling her top down to rub me against them, pillowing my cock between her soft, plush breasts as I fought the urge to thrust and take over, letting her take charge of our love play, this time.

  “I don’t have any loss of vision.” My eyes were glued to her every move as she pulled back and ran a hand over my balls, cupping them like she was testing the weight of them before she leaned forward and swallowed my shaft whole, my shocked cry echoing into the quiet of her living room.

  “Mags, ahhh, careful... Ah Cah Eema, wait... I’m going to...” I tried to warn hoarsely, pulling out of her mouth quickly.

  “Hey, I wasn’t...”

  “Mine,” I gritted out, losing control.

  An impatient growl ripped from my throat as she wriggled around, and I picked her up and tore at her panties, shredding them with a harsh tug as I grabbed her and pinned her to her coffee table, guiding myself to her sweet, warm, willing pussy. I groaned at the wetness that bathed my shaft, drenching me with her juices- the hot, wet heat that awaited me beckoning me- thrusting inside.

  “MINE!” I snarled as I gripped her legs and put her ankles up by my shoulders, my lower arms gripping her bottom as I leaned forward for more leverage, ramming myself into her repeatedly.

  I didn’t take long, easily finding her sweet spot and ramming it repeatedly, swiftly bringing us both to an explosive climax, shouting out her name as my seed bathed her womb, her pussy clamping down on me, her walls spasming and clutching at my cock, convulsing and gripping me like a vise, all around me.

  When I finally got my wits about me and didn't feel like I had lead in my limbs anymore, I picked her up, my still raging erection lodged deep inside of her, and took her to the couch where I kissed her lips as I murmured to her sweetly.

  I gathered her up and hugged her tightly to my chest, telling her all the things I’ve been wanting to tell her and had been too chicken shit to admit.

  She’s mine, ours, I amended, and she’s not going anywhere, I thought happily.

  And one more makes four

  Magenta

  “What exactly do you do? If you don’t mind me asking.”

  “I do art,” Perre said simply.

  “Really?” Lifting my head slightly, I peered up at him from my comfy spot on his pecs with interest.

  I knew his mother had mentioned at one point that he was an artist like Nero, but I didn't know he did it for a living.

  We’d moved our party of two to my bedroom, and I currently had my head pillowed on his chest as we cuddled, recuperating after round three. Round one was the coffee table, round two- the wall in the hallway, and round three- we’d finally managed to make it to the bed.

  “Yep. I'm an artist. I paint, weld, sculpt, you name it,” he said idly as he ran his fingers through my hair distractingly.

  I shivered at his touch.

  “Anything I would have seen anywhere?”

  “In an art show, yeah, but outside of that? Mmm...” he hummed in thought before he shrugged, “I did the front steps to the front porch, the entry way, the mosaic in my bathroom... mmm, and the fruit on the kitchen counter.”

  “Oh, wow, you made those? They're beautiful, Perre,” I complimented him, giving his middle an affectionate squeeze.

  “So,” Perre started, trying to change the subject, uncomfortable with all of the attention being focused on him, “Are you going to give us another chance?” he asked hopefully.

  “How do I know things will be different? What if there’s a baby, Perre? How can I raise it in a house with parents who fight all the time?”

  “We won’t, I swear. I’m over it, honest. I just want to be with you. I love you, Ah Cah Eema,” he murmured as he rolled us over and kissed my lips sweetly.

  He pulled back when he knew he had me squirming and helpless, staring down at me thoughtfully for a moment, then leaned in and licked at my neck, inhaling deeply, shuddering involuntarily.

  He cupped my face in his upper hands and pulled me to him, growling as his tongue slipped inside of my mouth, tangling with mine. My pulse started to race as we kissed each other with wild abandon.

  I whimpered when he pulled back, slapping at him playfully when he couldn't hold back the proud smirk streaking across his face, showing just how happy he is knowing he makes me so hot for him with something as simple as a kiss.

  He reached down and ran his hand over my stomach, circling his finger around my navel as his eyes twinkled at me.

  “You’re going to make a wonderful mommy.” He grinned, sliding down my body to place butterfly kisses against my belly, his nose rubbing over it like an Eskimo kiss.

  "Wha...?" I floundered, at a loss for words.

  I'm pregnant?

  Pregnant...

  Oh, my gosh! I’m pregnant!

  "I'm pregnant?!" I squeaked out, shocked at his admission.

  He looked up at me and grinned again, eyes fairly glowing, giving me a quick, jerky nod before scaling his way back up my body and taking possession of my mouth.

  I spluttered, incapable of speech at the moment.

  He pulled away after a moment and his eyes twinkled at me happily.

  “I hope she looks just like you,” he chuckled softly, grinning wolfishly as he used my momentary shock and took advantage, turning me to the side compliantly as I just gaped and stared at him, wide eyed with amazement.

  He brought me around, of course, and it was a long time later before I actually managed to wrangle all of the details out of him.

  Claimed? Check. Pregnant? Check.

  Marre

  “Well?” I huffed eagerly as Perre waltzed into the living room, grinning like an idiot as he pulled out my chair, upsetting my plate of breakfast as he picked me up and spun me around.

  “Put me down, you fool!” I hollered, shocked at his uncharacteristic display of affection.

  Perre set me down and walked to the coffee pot, getting himself a cup as he grinned at me widely.

  “We’re going to be daddies,” he announced proudly.

  “Really?” I shuffled in my seat, elbows propped up on the table, leaning in closer, vowing to kill him right now if he’s kidding.

  “Yep, a girl for me and a boy for you.” He nodded at my hopeful expression and my eyes lit up at the thought, while he just leaned back, standing there, sipping his coffee casually.

  I whooped and let out a Cardanian war cry, jumping up and upsetting my chair as I rushed over to Perre to give him a brotherly hug and a congratulatory pat on the back.

  Babies! Our babies! Mags is going to carry our babies! I thought excitedly. This day couldn’t get any better!

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  I blinked a couple of times and paused in my reading as a fly by pepperoni hit the pages on my book.

  My eyes flickered to the culprit, but only for a brief second. His mother smiled apologetically, turning back to her little one quickly when it looked like he might start a pizza topping food fight with the other guests.

  I picked up the red flying saucer and flicked it off, not even pausing as I took care of the food missile, and the second one that followed shortly behind it.

  “This is an odd choice for dinner, heathen,�
�� Perre grumbled as he sat down and kissed Mags soundly on the mouth.

  A man dressed as a giant Veluvian worm danced across the stage to some terribly corny, badly written worm-themed song as we ate pasta and pizza just a few tables away.

  “Really?” she asked innocently. “I like it. Nice tunes,” she crooned, dancing a little in her seat to the music.

  I put my finger to mark my place and chuckled as she wiggled in her seat next to Perre, trying to get him to dance along with her, laughing as Perre tried to stifle a smile at her playfulness, but couldn’t.

  He chuckled and grinned from ear to ear as she sang along out loud to the lyrics. She knew the words to the terrible song by heart, acting like it was her favorite song as she sang it to Perre, ignoring his chuckles at her lunacy.

  Perre turned thoughtful all of the sudden as the song ended and we finished eating.

  A few minutes later he looked at Mags seriously, studying her as she looked up at him inquiringly.

  “You did this on purpose. Didn’t you? To show me you can get even without using se... uh, other things, huh? Just embarrass the crap out of each other with silly little things, like a trip to a place that you know I'll loathe. Well, touché princess, point made and duly noted. I'll take it in for consideration,” he conceded, eyeing Mags suspiciously.

  “Me?” She got extra points for keeping a straight face, somehow managing solemnity as stared up at him, gasped and pointed to herself.

  When Perre just continued to stare her down, undaunted by her act, and it looked like she was going to crack, she hurriedly grabbed up a forkful of pasta and stuffed it in her mouth, muffling whatever she may have been tempted to admit.

  This whole thing reeked of Mom, but I wasn’t about to tell Perre that. Let her have her fun, I thought, winking at her mischievously.