by Rena Marks
“When will the rest of us head back?” Diont asks me, unable to disguise his eagerness.
I smile because I am just as excited. “As soon as you two are well-rested. Everyone else is eager to learn also.”
“Tomorrow, then,” Atan announces, his grin huge as if that seals the deal. And perhaps, for Diont and me, it does. The three of us are eager to be back together.
“We have some work to do first,” Shen’robi says. Her voice is meek and mild, for the first time in a long while, instead of the demanding tone she used to use, and I seem to be the only one who knows she can switch it on and off. “Just a couple of days,” she adds. “Seeing the other community made me realize what we are lacking. Our tribe is constantly divided. Right now, it is because half of us speak the language. But I think we all know it goes beyond that.” She smiles easily and then translates for the rest of the tribe.
“Our tribe has always been divided in half,” Hekran acknowledges. His eyes are narrowed on Shen’robi. “This is nothing new.”
I quickly translate for Diont and Atan. I don’t want them to feel left out of anything.
“And my proposal is to fix that crack in our tribe’s relationship. Is that not why we went and learned from the surface people?”
She has a point.
“How do you propose we fix a situation that spans generations?”
“By each side watching the leaders get along.”
“You have a lot of nerve calling yourself a leader,” Hekran snarls, standing. It appears I’m not the only one whose hackles are rising. “It is treason.”
Shen’robi drops her eyes, meek and mild once again. “I meant no disrespect. Of course, I meant the unofficial leader on our side, my king.”
My brother is about to snarl again, but my voice is softer than a male’s would be, so I cut in.
“In what way would the leaders get along?” I am very suspicious that Shen’robi wishes to get close to Hekran. Perhaps seduce him. Not that I think my brother would fall for it, but who knows? She may mention an excursion outside—out alone with her. Perhaps she even intends to get them stranded together somehow. Hell, I know that trick. My hormones worked against me with Diont and Atan though I don’t regret one moment of our relationship.
“Just some time alone together to work on the relationship.” The situation is definitely how I suspect and I see my brother’s wariness, too. She cannot have my males, so she will work her wiles on Hekran instead.
“There is an herb that reverent mother showed me. One I believe grows on the largest mountain before we get to our forest. However…” her eyes fall on Atan and Diont. “Our friends were so eager to get us home I didn’t have time to make sure it was the same.”
Suddenly, Shen’robi is interested in herbs? And suddenly, she is polite in the way she refers to Atan and Diont, calling them our friends instead of sneering at my selfishness in having two lovers?
My brother smiles. “It is an herb, you say? I think Eretar would be more interested in this trip than I.”
Shen’robi’s smile becomes brittle. “Of course, she would. But I am sure she wishes to spend time catching up with her two friends.”
This could go either way. Either she’s calling attention to my lovers with her mild rebuke, or she’s disappointed that her plans to seduce my brother are going awry. In which case, I’m all about disrupting her intentions. “I think it is important for Hekran to spend some time with Diont and Atan, too. After all, it will be just a couple of days before he and the rest of the tribe will head out. Shen’robi, I will be honored to go with you. We can make the trip and be back in time for the midday meal, and our return to the village of the surface people can resume the following morning.”
She drops her eyes, and I can tell she is not pleased about the switch of leaders. “Of course. I look forward to strengthening our relationship.”
I turn to Atan and Diont to translate, and I’m aware my smile is triumphant though I can’t exactly explain why. Not with so many of her supporters knowing English. “We will leave the day after tomorrow for your village. In the morning, Shen’robi and I will search for an herb that she saw on the way in. We will return before lunchtime. And bright and early the next morning, the next half of our tribe will head out to your village.”
While Shen’robi looks properly put in her place, I notice that Misha does not. She looks pleased as punch. It is curious. I can’t imagine that she would be excited about the two halves of our tribe coming together.
“What time is bedtime?” Atan asks. “We’re used to watching the sun.”
“You’ll know by the temperature drop,” I say. “We rise when it warms again. We have a couple, maybe three hours.”
“So we’ll just help with clean up.”
“No need. You’ve been traveling, and there’s not a lot to clean up. Someone will dispose of the bones. Let me show you two to my quarters.”
I waggle my brows at them. We do the hastiest clean-up ever and giggle as I give them a tour to my suite. I take them to the last cave, which has a winding doorway. As you enter the cave, one room has my massive nesting pillow centered in it, and the passage to the cave in the other direction has the sleeping caverns. I do not show them the sleeping room. Instead, I take them to my daytime resting spot.
The areas where sexual pleasure is derived.
“It doesn’t feel cooler as you enter the caves further away from the main cavern,” Diont says, puzzled.
“Not yet. But when the sun stops, it cools quickly from the edges in. These outer rooms are where we’ll feel it first. So let’s get naked before that happens, yes?”
“Oh, yes,” they say in unison.
I watch as they strip down, loving the differences between them. Then they move to my nest to watch me remove my clothes.
When I am completely naked, I kneel onto the nest with them.
“Wait,” Atan says. “We made you something.”
Diont fumbles in his bag which he’d laid down near the nest. He produces a chain of soft woven material with tiny, smooth glow rock chips embedded between the silky, intricately woven fibers.
“What is this?” I ask, studying the exquisite weave. It is lightweight and beautiful, the chips placed in the front so as to not mar my skin. But just in case, they’ve been polished smooth to a high shine.
“It is a belly chain. The human mates said we are to bring you a gift and get down on our knees—” he looks at Diont aghast, aware they’ve forgotten a step.
They both scramble to their knees, their cocks jutting out at attention.
“Eretar, my love,” Diont says, “Would you be my mate?”
“My queen, consider my request also,” Atan says. “Please, be ours.”
“But, I already am.” I am puzzled by this ritual of cocks standing at attention and yet all of us on our knees instead of enjoying them.
“Yes, but you are to say the words out loud as verification. When we get back to the village, the humans wish to throw us a wedding, which is their way of being mated. We will be married.”
“How sweet. We will be mated and married in the human way?”
“Yes.” They nod somberly, and despite the bobbing cocks, I realize this is a very formal moment.
“I should love to mate and marry you both,” I declare. Then I reach out to grasp an erection in each hand. “I cannot wait any longer. May we pleasure each other now?”
“Yesss,” Diont hisses.
“Go ahead and refamiliarize yourself of his body,” Atan says, gently removing my hand and leaning back onto the nest. “I find I wish to watch and see what he finds so fascinating.”
“It will get you harder than you have ever been in your life,” Diont says. “And when you reach your release, it will be so pleasurable it will nearly hurt.”
“Then let me enjoy,” Atan says, parting his legs and stroking his own cock.
Diont moves backward with me settling onto the nest with him, his cock still in my ha
nds. He squeezes his eyes shut and arches his back, pressing his cock further into my grasp. My sex clenches, feeling so empty and alone. He is hard and thick; I’d forgotten how my fingers didn’t quite reach all the way around him.
“You feel so good,” I whisper.
Atan seems excited at my words. His hand strokes a bit harder.
Very slowly, I pump my hand up and down Diont’s length, relishing his shudders and delighting in his groans. He tilts his head back and bares the strained cords in his neck. There is something empowering about having a strong, virile male at my mercy, about seeing him lose himself in my touch.
And while our partner watches so intently? Goddess, the giddiness is overwhelming.
Atan is breathing as hard as I am, watching the deep blue of Diont’s cock jump in my hand. As I slide my fist down Diont’s shaft, I can feel the marbles of his cock rings squirm, making him groan with the sensitivity of their movement.
“I can imagine how he feels,” Atan breathes, pulling out his own cock. Watching him stroke it is almost as erotic as stroking Diont’s. I wet my lips because suddenly I want a taste.
One of Diont’s arms darts out, and his fingers slip into my hair, halting me before I lean down to lick.
Diont’s electric blue eyes gleam in the light as he meets my gaze. “I need you, Eretar. Now.” The desperation in his tone signals that he can’t hold out against my tongue.
Liquid heat floods me, soaking me, drenching my sex.
“I know. However, the three of us have all night. And I don’t think I can bear to ever go another night without one of you by my side,” I say. It’s true. I prefer both—all three of us together—and it tore me up inside to send Atan away as if he didn’t matter.
I peer at him from underneath my lashes.
“My beautiful goddess,” Atan breathes. “Never feel guilty for doing what you have to do. Take care of Diont as you crave, and let me do as I crave. Pleasure you. As you said, we have all night to explore among ourselves.”
The way he phrases it makes me wonder if someday it may be the three of us pleasuring each other instead of two males pleasuring one female. It excites me to think of touching myself as I watch their raw, masculine beauty come together.
A sly grin touches Atan’s mouth as if he knows what has quickened my heartbeat. He slips his hand behind me, between my spread thighs. The pad of his finger brushes along my swollen folds before he withdraws. He raises his hand to his mouth, extends his tongue, and licks my wetness off his finger. The sight of it sends a fresh rush of heat through me.
But the heat liquefies when he casually reaches out and catches a droplet of Diont’s liquid from the tip of his cock on his finger and brings it to my mouth.
Great Goddess Hixelle. He just touched Diont. And Diont groaned at the light caress.
I practically gobble his finger, sucking it deep. A burst of sweet masculine essence bursts onto my tongue.
“That’s it, my sweet love,” Atan croons. “Enjoy every pleasure that we have to bring you.”
Nostrils flaring, Diont closes his eyes and growls. For a few moments, he is still — terribly, frustratingly still. And then it hits me. Diont is so turned on by Atan’s touch that he has frozen so as not to come. That is so sexy.
In a burst of speed, I take him into my mouth. His cock jerks in my mouth, and from the corner of my eye, I see Atan frantically jerking himself. My breath hitches as his less dominant hand slips under my ass, probes my folds, and thrusts into my cunt.
I suck the cock in my mouth deeply, and it is just a few minutes before Diont is thrusting toward my face and then warns, “Eretar.”
I suck harder and am rewarded with an explosion of sweet liquid that I swallow. I release his cock with a slurp, but to my dismay, Atan pulls his fingers from my body. Before I can protest, he slips his hands around my waist, lifts me his way, and lowers me onto his waiting mouth with my knees anchored on either side of his head.
His tongue roving through my folds wrings a gasp from my mouth. The feeling is wet and warm and wondrous. My hands grip to his head, anchoring him to me, as I catch my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to hold back my moans. Atan’s head between my thighs is the most erotic image I’ve ever had. Nothing has ever felt this good.
“That’s it, my queen,” Diont murmurs. “Come on Atan’s tongue. And then, he’ll bend you over and fuck you until he comes. And then I’ll sink my cock into your drenched cunt until you come again. Only then will I release and combine all of our essences together deep inside you.”
Atan’s tongue strokes upward to flick over my nub, and an involuntary cry escapes as my hips buck against his mouth.
Atan repeats the same stroke with his tongue, pressing a little harder around the bundle of nerves, which feels so deliciously swollen. The sensation is so glorious I can’t help but pull away from him by rising a bit on my knees.
Atan is patient as I drop my hips back down to his waiting mouth. His tongue glides over me again and again, swirling around my nub, lapping at my juices as though he is a man starved of his mate. I guess he is. I feel just as deprived of mine. My fingers curl, nails grazing his scalp.
“Oh, fuck,” Atan groans, grinding my pelvis against his mouth.
It is simply too much. Too much. “Atan…Diont…”
Atan opens his eyes and meets my gaze. He growls against my cunt, sending vibrations rocketing through my body, latches onto my nub, and sucks.
Everything inside me shatters into a million fragments.
The explosion rocks through me as my body goes taut with overwhelming pleasure. I squeeze my eyes shut and drop my head back as wave after wave of sensation crashes through me.
And then, I’m being lifted from Atan by Diont, and set on my knees. My quivering legs are parted gently with Diont’s strong hands as Atan bounds up and positions himself between them. I can feel his eyes as they study my most intimate parts bared and spread wide. My cunt pulsates in rhythmic waves even as he parts my folds with the head of his cock. His hands position themselves on my ass.
His cock, hard and slick with his secretions, brushes the sensitive, puckered hole that is turned upward, making me shiver. He slides down my slit to find the drenched hole and pushes inside the resisting, swollen folds. We both groan at the first contact of fullness.
“That’s it, my queen. You’re doing so good,” Diont mutters, his voice thick with lust. “Let Atan come in that warm, wet cunt. Let him get you dripping wet so I can sink into his hot seed.”
Atan clutches my ass tighter, pulling me closer as he pumps into me. The tips of his fingers dig into my flesh, but somehow the pain feels good. He pounds into me and it feels so good, different from when he licked my nub. I’m fuller now, but it’s still rhythmic and carrying me to new heights. All that matters is that he doesn’t stop, doesn’t break the pounding pattern.
“Does it feel good, sweet?” Diont whispers, his body alongside mine. “His thick balls slapping against your cunt?”
His dirty words are ratcheting my desire higher. Hunger gleams in his gaze, unsatisfied despite the fact that he came down my throat.
Atan hurls over the edge. His shout echoes off the walls, and he freezes mid-stroke, his cock vibrating inside me as he floods me. We give him a few moments, and he pulls from me, and then drops to the nest next to me. Diont turns me over, wraps my legs around his ass, and plunges into me.
Hot liquid trickles down my thighs, coating us both.
He tenses at the sensation. The heat in his eyes intensifies as he catches my jaw in his hand. He holds me still as he drops his face lower, smashing his lips against my mouth.
I wrap my arms around his neck and revel in the kiss, turning it into a hot, demanding need that grows between us. I nip at his lips before increasing the pressure, and he follows my lead, molding his lips to mine and adding tongue, sliding it across the seam of my mouth and delving in to stroke against mine.
“Touch me, Diont,” I beg. “Anywhere. Everywher
e.”
Atan helps, his large hand covering one of my breasts. I moan against Diont’s mouth as Atan strokes my nipples, pinching and playing with the decorations between the pads of his fingers.
“Do you want me, Diont? Want us?” I ask, running a hand over his sweaty neck to cradle the back of his head. I undulate my hips, rocking against his body, hitting my pleasure-spot with his hard muscles. He stiffens and hisses as pleasure pulses through him, knowing I’m about to get myself off with him.
“I need you,” he grates. “Always.”
“Then take me.” My tongue darts out, licking his lips. “Show me how much you want me, Diont. Let go.” Watching him lose control in my body is a surefire way to tip me over the edge.
I clutch his shoulders as he thrusts powerfully, taking me for a ride. Without hesitation, he pulls out and quickly thrusts his cock back in, slamming into me, over and over.
Atan’s fingers twist my nipples, sending shocks of pain. I toss my head back and release a choked cry at all of the sensations. My inner walls clamp around his shaft, hot, slick, and tight, creating a suction.
“Eretar,” he growls.
It is a rapid, relentless rhythm; up and down, up and down, our bodies meeting forcefully in the middle, each thrust nearly hurling me over the edge.
His grunts mixed with the sounds of wet suction is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m so close, nearly there.
“Diont,” I gasp. “Faster. Harder. Please.”
My entire body tenses as my sex ripples and tightens then literally explodes around his cock. My throaty cries increase in volume with each of his continued thrusts as I hurl into another shattering orgasm.
Diont throws back his head and roars as his cock pumps seed into me. He collapses, spent, for a few minutes before he pulls out and collapses next to me.
“We should clean you,” Atan murmurs and I’m aware of the chill in the air, which signals our bedtime.
