The Melier: Prodigal Son

by Poppy Rhys

  Dania wet her lips, the corner of her bottom one catching between her teeth. Her breath came quicker, and she took a step backward.

  That was the wrong thing to do.

  Val’Koy tensed as if she’d activated his instinct to chase.

  His foot shot out from the edge of the bed when she took another step back, tripping her when it caught behind her thigh.

  Dania had no time to squawk. Val moved too fast, springing forward to grab her body, pull and twist her until she was flat on the bed, arms pinned above her head, the alien looming over her.

  Jruviin had woken with a start, feet already on the floor beside the bed, his talons raised, ready to slash.

  “It—it’s me!” she stuttered, breathing faster. Jru’s hand slowly dropped to his side and he moved into a crouch to be eyelevel.

  “That was unwise,” he growled.

  “No shit.” A jagged, rushed sigh pushed from her lungs. That could’ve gone so terribly wrong. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to sneak up on them while they slept. It triggered Val’Koy somehow and sent Jru on the defensive.

  “You are naked,” Val rumbled above her, his nostrils flaring as he leaned down and sniffed along her neck.

  “Oh,” she moaned, her nipples puckering at the heavy brush of warm breath fanning her chilled skin. “I—I know. That’s what happens when you take off your clothes.” Despite her near-death experience, she nervously chuckled.

  What did she say again about the unintentional exciting her?

  Her thighs rubbed together, and the gooey slick of arousal wet her core.

  Yeah, excited was a word for it.

  His hot, bumpy tongue flattened against her jugular and dragged up the side of her neck, the stud piercing smooth and scalding against her skin.

  Oh, fuck.

  She remembered the feel of that organ all too well.

  “What are you asking for, Dania?” Val’Koy’s deep timbre rushed into her ear, sharp ricochets of pure bliss sparked through her, hitting her pussy—bullseye.

  The pitiful whimper that she uttered seemed to shift the atmosphere. Remember that predator instinct a few minutes ago? The sound of a weaker creature kicked them into hunter mode.

  In a flash, Val’Koy lifted and flipped her onto her stomach. A paw gripped her hair and pulled, claw tips scraping her scalp, neck curving backward until she was forced to raise on all fours.

  Heavy breathing, the buzz of anticipation laced with a healthy dose of terror because she’d disturbed two sleeping beasts and now they threatened to devour her—sick, she was sick, and oh so turned on.

  Val’Koy leaned down, his heat suffocating her as his low voice asked, “What is oral?”

  Dania’s thighs squeezed together as she tried to give her clit some friction. The mental image of their cocks in her mouth was almost her undoing. “Let me go.”

  “No.”

  “Fine,” she bit out, but Val loosened his grip on her hair, just slightly, when she reached for Jruviin.

  His cock had unsheathed, and swelled, bobbing in the air, drooling a thin line of precum that she wanted to suck down.

  “Come to me,” she beckoned Jru, curling her tongue to lick her top lip. After a slight hesitation, Jru did as she asked, one knee, then the other, climbing onto the bed until he was before her, just within reach.

  His cock was eyelevel, the pointed tip nearly poking her nose. Val’s fingers tightened in her curls and pulled another wince from her. Why the sting against her scalp made her wetter, she didn’t want to think about.

  Her tongue stretched for Jruviin, the tip so close, just a centimeter away from its target. A frustrated huff ripped from her throat. “Want,” she begged. “Closer.”

  Val’Koy held onto her tresses, not giving another inch, but Jruviin moved just a smidge closer...

  Dania swiped his oozing tip, and Jru pulled out of her reach again, hissing a breath.

  “Come back.”

  As if he were compelled, he did, and Dania kissed the tip of his cock, sucking it gently between her lips. Jru’s deep-chested groans had her cunt dripping, and her eagerness shooting up a notch.

  “Oral?” Val’Koy rumbled.

  Dania nodded, pulling a curse from Jru when his cock tip—the pointy end softened for her—bumped along the roof of her mouth. His girth had her jaw stretching, a mixture of her drool and his precum oozing from the corners of her mouth.

  He tasted like salted raspberries, and Dania had always been a sucker for sweet and savory combinations.

  “Mmmm,” she hummed around the smooth, veined flesh, opening her throat and looking up at Jru, urging him to fuck her mouth.

  “Grabindo hells,” he ground out between clenched teeth when he hit the back of her throat. Dania’d never had much of a gag reflex, as long as she relaxed her throat.

  Jruviin pulled back and she took the chance to circle the flexing hole at the tip of his length. She slowly pushed her tongue in, just like she had with her finger.

  He lost it, his hand grasping her shoulder, claws pricking into her flesh and spurring her to lave in and out of his tip. It gushed over her waiting tongue, feeding her more of his precum. After seeing him shoot his load in the locker room, she knew this amount wasn’t a true orgasm.

  “Enough,” Jru groaned, pulling his cock completely out of her reach and shivering.

  “More,” she protested, scowling and curling her tongue. He made a pained sound, eyeing her drool covered lips and chin and shaking his head.

  “Dangerous,” he muttered and moved off the bed. Dania growled, fingers curling into the sheets under her, but her dissatisfaction wasn’t long lived. Val’Koy moved into her line of sight.

  She barely even got a chance to register his cock hovering above her lips before a stream of green ooze shot against her chin, causing her to inhale sharply.

  “Someone’s excited,” she teased, grinning.

  “Suck,” he lowly demanded, and Dania’s skin pinched tight with how that one word roused some internal need to obey.

  His upper hand still tangled in her curls, his lower one angled his cock for her mouth and Dania dove for it. Her eyelids closed as she savored how tart he tasted, like unripe fruit. Apples. Unripe apples. So tart it made her lips smack when she pulled off to take a breath.

  It reminded her of the replicated candies she loved from old Earth.

  “Very good,” Val’Koy grunted, feeding her his length again. When she begged him to fuck her mouth with his cock, he didn’t hold back. His hips rolled to and from her face in a rapid-fire fashion.

  She’d only been able to take a fraction of each cock. They were too big, too long, to take all the way down, especially without gagging.

  “You like that?” His voice was so gravelly it sent chills down her body until her clit throbbed in tune with her pulse.

  He pulled out tapping the tip of his cock against her mouth and giving her a chance to speak. “Yes,” she moaned and swallowed. “Ye—”

  He pushed it back in, cutting off her response.

  Dania whined around the flesh, completely lost.

  Rough palms felt along her ass cheeks, talons pricking the flesh. Air hit her sopping wet cunt when Jruviin split her knees apart with his own.

  “Her scent is—” Jru didn’t finish with words, only a healthy, scarily deep reverberation she’d never heard from him before.

  Something smooth slid up her pussy. She pushed into it before she realized it was the back of his sharp talon.

  Her eyes widened, and she attempted to pull away, but he gripped her hip with his other hand. That predatory hiss touched her ears, telling her to be still.

  The claw probed her opening and Dania tried not to squirm. He used the smooth side to probe her being, the top curve, not the sharp tip or underside, but that could change at any moment.

  He withdrew his hand and she sagged with relief, but that small fucked up part of her wanted him to put his claw there again.

  What was wrong with her?
!

  Nothing.

  She might die on this ship, so why not take pleasure where she could.

  ****

  JRUVIIN

  Every inhale was filled with the enticing, addictive blend of pheromones unique to Dania. He’d never in his life come across anything—anyone—with a scent as consuming or maddening.

  He wanted to bury himself inside her, and rut like the uncivilized beasts of the field.

  And this act Val’Koy called oral—excruciatingly euphoric. It had been agonizing to stop himself from shoving down her throat and bucking into her with abandon until she drank everything he had to offer.

  He shivered. Such thoughts stirred his stem and brought forth more preseed.

  With a probe of his digit, and his keen sight, he could see she had sexual openings. One dripped a concentrated, slippery fluid of her essence. The place called his stem and it responded reaching for her, twitching, jerking in anticipation.

  Kneading on her rounded flesh did things to his mind and body. Lowered him into a state of being that wanted to mount and dominate her; make her soft flesh ripple with the force of his thrusts.

  His jaw relaxed, lips parted as he panted for air.

  He couldn’t hold back any longer.

  He had to have her.

  His length swelled and tightened, every brush of air an assault to his senses.

  He pushed forward, his tip probing at her slick folds.

  “Must...” he groaned, unsure what he wanted to say.

  He kneeled behind her, his stem reaching for her opening.

  She moaned around Val’Koy’s flesh and then pushed back against him.

  “Kinokym’s dust!” he hissed, watching as, inch by inch, her body sucked him in. Scorching, wet, squeezing sheath. Dania’s body pulled and flexed at him, the differences between their races so apparent, so glaringly delicious.

  His knot swelled, begging him to thoroughly fuck her and make her take it. Take his swell, take his seeds, take all of it.

  ****

  DANIA

  Her body strained with the urge to stretch in two different directions. She wanted to keep sucking Val’s cock, but she also wanted to slam back on Jruviin’s.

  Frustration curled her toes and fingers.

  She wanted to be stuffed with both, dammit.

  Her hand slid up Val’s thigh, digits cupping his smooth, tight balls and massaging.

  “D—Dania,” he tightly grunted, his hips hitching in rhythm, stuttering in and out, claws scraping her skin.

  He burst.

  Jets of hot, tart, cum flooded her mouth, slid down her throat with every gulp and leaked from her stretched lips to drip down her chin and pool upon the sheets.

  So much. So much!

  Dania pulled back, his last ropes of jizz hitting her gasping mouth and glancing off to splash in the pool between her hands, below.

  To her amazement—or terror?—his cock didn’t deflate. It stood erect, drooling and ready for more. Black eyes immobilized her, and his chest shuddered with his uneven breaths. She knew that look.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  Dania tried to catch her breath as Val’Koy wiped her messy mouth and chin with a sheet and Jruviin pulled her hips back onto his length.

  “Too big!” she squealed, pulling forward to slow the piercing, but he was having none of it.

  “Take it, Dania,” he commanded. That tone—the hoarse, demanding whisper—spoke to something deep inside her that wanted to bend to his will, do everything he told her, and then ask for more.

  Teeth caught bottom lip, hips raised higher, breasts pressed into the bed—she opened, doing exactly as she was told even if it seemed impossible.

  Her breath sped up, fingers curled into the sheets as she moaned at the sting of being stretched by him, by something the size of a fat fruit at the base of his length—that knot.

  “Too...tight,” he gritted out and Dania nearly gasped when he withdrew. Hands grabbed her, picked her up and she was held aloft in Val’Koy’s arms as both men stood.

  Val’Koy’s lower set of arms held her under her knees, her back against his chest, while he held her open for Jruviin. He approached with that swollen cock. It seemed bigger than she remembered.

  She arched her back. Her sex was on full display and even she could smell the wetness falling from her.

  “I want both,” she whispered. “Both of you. At the same time.”

  Val’Koy rumbled against her ear, his purr on full force, soaking into her skin along with his heat. His upper hands roamed her, one grabbing and kneading her breast, the other pawing her belly, reaching down farther still. His finger pad rubbed her hard, thrumming clit again and again and again.

  “Yes!” she cried, hands reaching to him, sliding up his face, over his bald head, and across his scaled shoulders as she held onto him from behind. Her legs tightened, relaxed, flexed again while he flicked and circled her clit until air seesawed in and out of her.

  ****

  VAL’KOY

  This Therran... This Therran.

  Her outrageous curves and mounds and the way her flesh trembled with every shudder she gave up while he played with the hard, silky nub between her legs had his annex dripping, ready to thrust into her.

  And now she wanted them both at once?

  The thought of her stuffed with him and Jruviin made his scales tighten and his tail hair rise—he wanted this. Wanted it very much.

  Already he’d released in her mouth—that beautiful, wondrous mouth—but he wanted more. The view of her working throat as she swallowed him up, drank him down, stretched for more until she couldn’t take it any longer—fuck, he throbbed remembering.

  Jruviin lowered to his knees before her, his eyes trained on her puffy nether lips. Val’Koy withdrew his hand from below and cupped her twin mound, rolling the erect, pink nipple between his slippery fingers.

  Every time his claws gently scraped her skin, she exhaled addictive gasps that tickled his senses.

  He wanted her to moan and writhe, like he knew she was capable of, while he rammed into her.

  Val’Koy kneaded her mound too roughly at the thought, forcing Dania to suck in a gasp.

  “This?” Jruviin queried from between her legs, his fingers in a V shape, pressing against her spread flesh. Val’Koy watched with avid attention as Jruviin’s long tongue flicked the nub he’d played with before.

  “Ahh!” Dania cried out, her legs tightening over his arms; hips undulating toward Jruviin’s face when he inched back.

  Her moans were fucking delicious. Tongue against her throat, Val’Koy bit down, groaning, tasting, lapping up the salty sweat she beaded while they both watched Jruviin lick her again.

  This female at their mercy, so different from how she’d teased him during the one-night stand, pulled up his suppressed need to dominate.

  “Please,” she begged, rocking in the air, her ample flesh shivering, and all he wanted to do was squeeze and pet and bite and lick every inch of her.

  And fuck. He wanted to fuck.

  ****

  DANIA

  Near bursting, she pleaded again. Being held and splayed by Val’Koy for Jru to examine, touch, and taste her pussy—she couldn’t take much more!

  He dragged a single pointed claw down the inside of her thigh, drawing her attention to the light scratch while he snuck another taste of her and Val’Koy bit her neck.

  Sweet, sweet stars above and below...

  “Just—just more,” she panted, the air tinged with the scent of male—her males. Even after so long away from Tundrin, they smelled like clean sand, and sun-heated feathers, and mellow, spiced skin.

  It was so alien—human men didn’t have natural scents like that.

  “More?” Jruviin whispered, his warm breath fanning her exposed clit. She squirmed.

  “Uh huh, more!”

  She sucked on her bottom lip, watching his tongue inch closer, the tip flicking her clit that stood higher, at attention. Her toes cur
led, and she humped the air, but he fucking pulled back again!

  “Jruviin!”

  He teased, a grin on his mouth as he kissed her swollen lips but didn’t touch her clit again. He rose, and Dania nearly sobbed!

  She was to the point where she wanted to shove him down and mount him—take what she wanted.

  His mouth pressed against hers, the taste of her on his lips, wetting his chin feathers. Dirty, dirty Draekiin.

  “Give me something,” she complained, hot, bothered, and sweating.

  Jruviin looked down, grasping his cock and dragging the flexing, pointed tip along her slit.

  “Yes, that!” Her nails dug into the side of Val’Koy’s neck and she reached out with her other to grab Jru’s shoulder and pull him in. “Both. Now! Or I swear to the five trade—”

  Jru smothered her threat with another kiss while Val’Koy dragged his cock back and forth between her ass cheeks, slicking her tightened entrance with his warm ooze.

  She’d prepared for this. This was what she wanted.

  He pressed against her, his tip pushing against the ring of muscles.

  “Open for me,” he demanded at her ear in a husky whisper, and she nearly melted. Her body relaxed, and he wedged in another inch. His strained breathing right above the curve of her ear, the sound of how much this affected him too, had her moaning against Jru’s mouth.

  Val pulled back just enough to spread more of his lubricant that eased his way. “Almost... there,” he gritted.

  The pressure, the invasion, the slight pain of such a stretch had her tightening again before the side of Jruviin’s claw brushed her clit.

  Dania’s whole body flinched, her muscles shivering, allowing Val’Koy to get deeper. These men were learning her body with every second, figuring out what made her relax or jump or moan.

  No man had ever learned her body like this.

  “Good girl,” Val encouraged, the praise causing her fingers to curl, itching to dig into skin. “Your turn.”

  Jru pulled back, holding the base of his thick length, and lining up. Dania choked back her anticipation when they all watched as he squeezed in the first inch or two before she felt the real stretch.