by Poppy Rhys
“Breathe,” the Draekiin coached her. Eyes obsidian, trained on their bodies connecting, every muscle taut beneath his sleek feathers.
“Just give it to me,” she whined, biting through it, and he did. Oh, he did.
Jruviin’s thumb pressed against her rock-like clit while he forced her to take that monstrous length. Her breasts shivered with every quick, heavy breath she sucked back.
Amazing, agonizing—the stretched and filled-to-the-brim sensation when Jru had every inch of himself plugged inside her, except his bulging knot, had her muscles flexing around the invasion.
If she thought that was good, when they pulled back in tandem, then wedged into her, she nearly died from the pleasure.
Hot and slick, they took turns pushing in and out of her while she was strung tight, held open, suffocated between their sweltering heat, burning skin, and feathers, and ecstatic for every minute of it.
When Val’Koy pulled out just to the tip, Jruviin drove it home, ramming her cunt only to retreat so that her ass could be filled again.
“Fuck, fuck, I can’t—more!” she stammered, drowning in their roaming, grabbing, caressing hands, and grazing, biting teeth upon her skin.
Val’Koy’s hand curled around her throat, Jru’s claws dragged over the outside of her thigh, and Dania lost it.
The world tilted, her calves tightened, and a wave of molten lava surged through her blood, caused her to tighten and push against the cocks moving in and out of her body. Suck them back in, push away, tighten, relax, explode.
Her voiceless scream came out as a wheeze from the air her lungs pushed up until she came crashing back down, her most intimate parts being rubbed deliciously raw—everything was hypersensitive.
Someone pressed into her again.
Dania did scream that time. For more, for them to fuck her into oblivion, anything. She wanted all of it.
Val’Koy’s bites became increasingly harder until he clamped down on her shoulder and pumped her ass full. His thrusts shallow, powerful, territorial.
Jruviin grasped the back of her thighs, holding her tight against Val’s body as he forced his knot into her and swelled even more.
His mouth dropped open, his head dropped back on his shoulders and the most mouthwatering baritone of pleasure echoed the room as he released deep inside her. She felt it. His cock pulsed, probed at her cervix, filled her up with something.
The sensation was new and she leaned into it, swerving her hips forward.
“Keep her still,” Jruviin panted, her males holding onto each other, and her, as they tried to stay upright and not sway. “So good,” he praised, kissing her forehead.
They both planted kisses on her damp skin, stroked her, praised her, showered her in affection, until Jru’s knot shrank down enough that he could safely pull from her.
Dania hissed a breath, the pull from her a pleasurable sting.
Fluids gushed from both her holes, slicking up the floor, but she didn’t even care. They stripped the ruined sheet from the bed and Dania felt like an overcooked noodle when they finally lay her down on the bare mattress.
“Just—” she swallowed, wetting her dry throat, “just need a few minutes of rest.”
They hummed, agreeing.
“And then... we’re doing that again.”
Dania grinned at the sound of swishing tails.
THIRTY-SIX
DANIA
Dania woke from a dead sleep with a sharp, yawning gasp, her back arching off the bed as if her chest were being pulled by an invisible magnet.
Her thighs crashed together, knees grinding, fingers twisting in the sheets as her pussy clamped down on empty space, and her middle contracted in a quaking orgasm.
Deeply buried cum squirted from her, coating her thighs and sliding between her ass cheeks. Jruviin and Val’Koy were saying something, but it was lost in one whooshing blur.
“Dania?” Val’s tone leached terror.
“What is it?” Jru asked, eyes round and searching her face.
She collapsed back against the bed, chest rising and falling with every breath she swallowed. “Oh my stars...” she chanted, “oh my stars...”
“Are you well?”
“Dania?” Val repeated.
“Yes, yeah, I’m good. I think.” Whoa.
“You think?”
“I don’t know, I just—I...” she shook her head and blinked, spreading her thighs and looking down at the blue semen—Jru’s semen—webbing her thighs and soaking the new sheet. “I swear I just had an orgasm.”
Had she been dreaming?
Dania shrieked, tossing her head back against the bed, and it quickly dropped into a moan as it happened again. She grabbed onto Jru’s chest with one hand, twisting her digits into his feathers and digging her nails into Val’s arm.
“Can’t...breathe...” she choked, feeling every delicious shiver of her middle. It pitched into the abyss, letting her go from its clutches and she drew in another jagged breath, limbs shaking and muscles bunching.
Jruviin peered between her legs, his spine feathers rising. “My eggs are dissolving.”
“Eggs?” Dania melted into the sheets, too weak to lift her head. “The marbles are eggs? Why does that matter?”
His talons scratched at his crown. “It is pleasurable for a female Draekiin, meant to ease the devastation of another missed opportunity for offspring, though...”
“What?”
“Your reaction is much more violent than any I have witnessed.”
“It—I’m—” She crashed again, deprived of oxygen when her muscles contracted, twisting her into a fortune cookie before letting her go.
“Your eggs are doing this to me?!” Dania panted, throat like a desert.
“Yes.”
Orgasmic eggs.
“H-how many are there?”
“I do not know.”
She’d counted ten when he’d spurted in the locker room. Dania couldn’t go through this ten times. Not back to back like they’d been. She’d surely pass out from exhaustion.
Agonizing pleasure pinged through her, little bursts of aftershocks.
When another came, Val’Koy and Jruviin caressed her through it, dragging lips over her skin, callused palms brushed and stroked.
When it was over, fully awake and craving, she straddled Val’Koy’s length while Jruviin penetrated her ass. From this new position—she looked down to see Val thrust while she felt Jru cover her back—the sensation was heady, powerful. Every part of her was hypersensitive and sparked alive with every caress, gentle bite, and grope from her mates.
Sleep could wait.
When that next release came, while stuffed to the gills with her guys, they roared, spending into her as she squeezed around them.
She lost herself in everything embodied by Val’Koy and Jruviin and didn’t even mind when she got trapped in an implantation hold, as Val’Koy called it. Sandwiched between two battle hardened bodies, one purring, one cooing—she could get used to this.
****
Dania didn’t know if it was day or night—all they had was the perpetual light reflected off the moons on this side of the ship. She could ask Zed what the date was, but she didn’t really care. How could it matter?
She was too fucking satisfied just existing for now, living between the sheets with her mates—yes, mates. She’d put a label on it and had never been more pleased. Them too, judging by their deep purrs and coos, and the complete and thorough sexing they gave her afterward.
Dania dreamily sighed and scratched her leg.
And again.
Then she scratched her lower calf with the heel of her foot.
Two displeased groans broke the silence.
“Sorry,” she mumbled and rolled over, itching once more. “Ugh, should’ve lasered off my hair.”
A soft repercussion against the air—pfft it went—signaled the sound of Jruviin’s feathers puffing out too fast. He immediately shot upright, and Dania flinched.
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“You are intentionally bald?!”
She sighed and pushed against his hard middle. “You scared me.”
“What would you look like with more hair, I wonder?” Jruviin mused and traveled her body, trailing heated lips from shoulder to chest to belly. “Is it always this short here?” He kissed her mons and she squirmed.
The hair had grown with her time on Tundrin, but it wasn’t out of hand. Yet. “Listen, you don’t want to see my lady bits au naturel, mmkay? We call it a bush for a reason.”
“Hmm,” he hummed, nuzzling his nose there, causing Dania’s skin to pleasurably tingle. “I enjoy garden shrubbery.”
Val’Koy groaned and Dania cracked up, pushing Jruviin’s head away from her crotch. She’d just gotten clean. “Stop making me laugh, weirdo.”
“Never,” he vowed and nuzzled once more, roughened palms spreading her thighs and opening her up.
“Oh,” she whispered when his tongue slid a tantalizing circle around her clit, waking up that sore bundle of nerves.
She decided she quite liked getting dirty as they fucked for the umteenth time.
Sometime later Dania felt Jruviin’s chest, then Val’Koy’s, and murmured, "Neither of you have nipples."
Val’Koy rumbled amusement. “Should we? What need would we, males, have for nipples? Are they not meant to feed young?”
“I guess...”
Jru slid his tongue along the curve of her ear and whispered, “Is that not a female’s purpose?”
“Listen, buddy,” she wagged a finger at them and failed to stifle a shiver, “don't get me started on the roles of men and women.” Clearly neither of them were from a species where males carried the young.
More rumbling ensued as they laughed at her, so she continued her exploration. “And no belly buttons.”
“And I have scales,” Val’Koy added.
“And I have feathers,” Jru teased.
“And you have no tail,” Val pointed out.
Dania’s brow puckered. “Yes, I know.”
“I thought we were stating the obvious now?” the Melier’s voice held a lilt of sarcasm. She shoved his side. It didn’t budge, except when the beast chuckled.
“Why?” she asked.
“Why are we stating the obvious?”
“No, twit,” she moaned and sucked the inside of her cheek at the playful slant to their mouths while they hovered on either side of her. “Why don't you guys have a belly button?”
They ahh’d in unison.
Val’s hairless brow raised momentarily. “The wound heals for Melier and Draekiin shortly after the umbilical cord is removed.” His fingers dipped across her navel, and he pawed the curve of her belly in that possessive way they both liked to touch her these days. “Humans do not, it would appear.”
“Not completely.” Her voice was a little too breathy. “Leaves a scar.”
“So fragile,” Jruviin murmured, his thumb brushing side to side along her bottom lip and causing the tip of his claw to gently scrape her top lip. Dania wasn't even sure he realized how tantalizing that small, seemingly insignificant touch felt.
Dania’s exploration moved upward, and she touched their faces, running her fingertips under Jru’s short, buttery feathers there, and against Val’s textured cobalt skin. “No marks here.”
Val nipped her wrist and impishly smiled. “I think you underestimate how much I love my own reflection.” Dania and Jruviin huffed laughter. “Have you seen my cheekbones?”
“Such a beast,” she whispered, and pressed a kiss to his firm lips.
She spent the next span of time exploring their bodies, kissing and tasting, allowing their sounds, their scars, their scents and scorching heat to burn a brand into her being that she’d never be able to erase.
That was okay though—she didn’t want to.
****
VAL’KOY
Mated.
His gaze traveled over Dania’s sleeping form, her mane of twisty golden and brown locks everywhere. An entertained smile curved his lips. Like tentacles, they stretched along the sheets, over her cheek, over his chest, and along Jruviin’s shoulder.
Her mane had grown from the time she’d first appeared on Tundrin. He enjoyed the look of it, and the silky feel when he rubbed the strands between two digits.
He picked one of Jruviin’s dark, shed feathers from her hair, and then another, before giving up. They were all over. The Drae was probably going through another molt.
Val’Koy never thought he’d be to this point though. Mated, and to a Therran, sharing her with a Draekiin. He smothered an incredulous laugh.
A’Drast, what a turn of events. He could only imagine what his people would think.
That time would never come. His relationship wouldn’t be questioned. There was only another week until their provisions would run dry, and Val’Koy didn’t plan on wasting what little time they had.
He would spend every remaining second with his mates.
THIRTY-SEVEN
DANIA
“Mine? Mine? Mine Dania?”
Dania sleepily groaned and lazily swatted her hand through the air. The words had sounded like a dream.
“Mine? MINE!”
“WHAT?!” she shouted unintentionally, pitching upright and startling her mates awake.
Fuck, that scared the piss out of her—the sound so loud in her head it felt like a scream.
A red light strobed throughout the room, uncertainty disintegrating the lingering fog in her mind and sending her on the alert.
“Zed what’s going on?”
“I detect a nearby ship scanning this craft, Captain.”
“What? Why didn’t you wake me?” She scrambled from the bed. “Who are they? Connect comms. I don’t want to miss them!”
Dania hurriedly shoved her head through the only piece of clothing she had—the scratchy makeshift dress—and rushed from the cabin, Val’Koy and Jruviin hot on her heels.
“Hold, Zed,” Val’Koy stopped the A.I. “Do not connect comms yet.”
“What?” Dania’s mouth fell open. “Why not? They might leave!”
“We do not know who is on that ship,” he countered.
“Does it matter if we’re going to starve to death anyway?”
“There are worse fates than death,” Jruviin reminded her.
Dania shivered. Fuck, he had a point. As much as she wanted a rescue, she’d had enough close calls in space that she didn’t want a repeat. Getting separated from her guys—if whoever scanned the ship had shady intentions—would...
She didn’t want to think about that scenario.
“You’re right. You’re both right.” She shook her head, trying to straighten her thoughts. “I just got excited. I didn’t think.”
Jruviin stroked her hair and Val’s tail wrapped around her ankle.
“It is better I speak,” Val’Koy advised, and she nodded, dragging an invisible zipper across her lips. She understood.
River hovered at her back, his muzzle nosing into her curls as if she’d been gone for ages, even if she’d just spent time with him only a few hours ago. “Thanks for waking me.”
Azure and jade feathers dusted the floor beneath her when he chuffed a breath in her hair. She eyeballed the floor, noticing a trail from the bedroom. Oops.
“Mm,” he hummed, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Her feet dangled off the floor, and she let him have his way. Dania knew the contact soothed him and she didn’t want him to unnecessarily worry.
“We are being hailed, Captain,” Zed announced.
“Connect comms,” Val’Koy ordered.
“Zubatah!” a high-pitched voice greeted in Za, making Val’Koy and Jruviin wince. “I am Truptup!”
“Greetings,” Val’Koy replied, his voice shifting into a tone she hadn’t heard him use since she first met him. “I am... Val.” Dania grinned as he used the shortened name she often used, but figured he used it to mask his identity, not because he liked it. She disti
nctly remembered him griping about how feminine it sounded. “I have been alerted that you scanned this craft.”
She observed the way he stood, upper arms clasped behind his back, lower ones clasped in front, shoulders straight and chin held high. Princely, came to mind, diplomatic next, with an inflection that gave the impression he fully expected Truptup to explain his actions.
“Yes, yes! I detected your signal—”
Val’Koy shot her a sharp look and Dania’s shoulders hiked up around her ears. She’d activated the distress signal late at night, weeks ago, in hopes someone from Equah would pick it up and send help.
Sorry, she mouthed. She’d meant to tell them.
“—and see that you are in need of help I can provide... For a fee.”
Val’Koy dragged his hardened gaze away from her, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled slowly. “What help do you believe you can provide?”
“I can tow you to the closest planet,” he squeaked.
Val’Koy shared a glance with Jruviin, having some kind of silent conversation. “What is your fee?”
“Six million credits.”
“Wh—”
Jruviin clamped a hand over her mouth, cutting off her outburst. He glowered down at her, feathers puffed up, and gave one single shake of his head: No.
But it was an outrageous number! For a fucking tow!
Better than death?
More time with her mates? What wouldn’t she give...?
“Two million,” Val’Koy countered.
“Five million and I will make arrangements for you on Equah,” Truptup wheezed a breath. “I am good friends with one of their territory leaders.”
“Two point five,” Val’Koy’s tone was level, as if negotiating that amount of money meant nothing to him, “and you will still make those arrangements. Payment will be sent once you have delivered us safely to Equah’s rotation space.”
“I am not the one with the damaged hull!” Truptup shrilled.
“That is my final offer. Do we have an accord?”
Dania’s eyes were wide, and she wanted to tug on his arm and scream ‘what are you doing?!’ but she resisted the urge.
Truptup may be their only hope, yet Val’Koy was treating this like he had nothing to lose!
