Moonlight Mist: A Limited Edition Collection of Fantasy & Paranormal)

by Nicole Morgan

  Zayda moaned as Riodan’s tongue devoured her, each touch of Riodan’s tongue a sweet surprise of pleasure. Piele’s teasingly kissed along the sensitive mating bite on her neck. Electricity shooting straight to her nipples. He plucked them as if he was playing a string instrument.

  Sensory overload.

  An orgasm to top her earlier one struck without warning.

  She moaned loudly, writhing under the onslaught of Riodan’s touch.

  Riodan lifted his mouth from her pussy, licking his lips. She opened her eyes to look down and see his sultry purple eyes sparkling at her. A wicked little smile on his face. He slowly inserted a finger into her pussy.

  Zayda moaned at the invasion.

  Stroking in.

  Stroking out.

  He inserted a second finger. Zayda let out a shout of ecstasy, her body rocketing into orbit. Riodan’s fingers stroking across her mating ring.

  “That’s it le chan paalo’ atractivo, let it loose.” Piele encouraged. His fingers trailing down Zayda’s spine, tracing the shivers consuming her body, stopping at her puckered anus.

  Piele’s fingers teasing.

  Stroking her secret passage.

  “You’re going to scream my name when I fuck you here,” he promised her, his voice husky with desire.

  He took ahold of Zayda’s hand and placed it on his thick, long shaft. “Stroke me le chan paalo’ atractivo, stroke the cock that is going to fuck you into a new orbit,” he encouraged her moving her hand slowly up and down his shaft.

  Zayda applied a steady pressure to Piele’s cock, her hand stroking him. She felt his cock grow even harder with each stroke up and down she completed. He removed his hand, returning to teasing Zayda as she continued to stroke him.

  Pleasure shot through Zayda with every stroke of her pussy that Riodan completed. She echoed the same stroke on Piele’s cock, both of them synchronizing their movement. She heard Piele moan as he continued to tease her anus, working the overflowing juices from her pussy into it, loosening it up for him.

  She glanced down her body to see Riodan intensely staring at her hand stroking his bratha’s cock. She motioned him up with her free hand. Riodan worked his way back up her body to capture her mouth with his.

  Zayda tasted herself on his tongue. She moaned at the intoxicating mixture. Her tongue dueling with his as he rolled her over until she was laying on top of him, letting go of Piele’s hard shaft. She was vaguely aware of Piele scooting up towards the head of the bed.

  “I’m ready,” Piele moaned.

  Riodan released Zayda’s mouth, rolling her over onto her side. He helped her sit up on her knees. With a small smile, he walked her back on her knees until she found herself straddling Piele’s legs, her back to him. She felt Piele’s hands on her waist as he helped her to settle over his lap.

  She could feel his cock stroking against her anus, leaving lubrication behind with each stroke.

  Zayda inhaled when she felt the tip of Piele’s large cock at the entrance to her ass. She tried not to tense up, but it was hard. Anticipation rode her. Anticipation and fear. This was her first experience in taking two lovers at a time.

  “Relax, le chan paalo’ atractivo, I got you.” Piele encouraged her. He didn’t attempt to put his cock in her, instead, it rested against her ass as Piele stroked her with one hand. Riodan knelt in front of her, using both of his hands to caress and soothe her.

  Zayda relaxed under their touch. She didn’t stiffen up when Piele started stroking her ass with his cock again. He was right. She could feel a tingling sensation of numbness back there as his precum spread across her ass.

  Despite her best effort, she couldn’t help but automatically stiffen up when she felt him press his cock against her opening. “Relax, le chan paalo’ atractivo, relax,” Piele whispered at her.

  She released her breath and relaxed as he eased his cock into her. The feeling of fullness overcame her as he pressed into her, but there was no pain accompanying it.

  She relaxed back against his chest easing her way down onto his cock. Zayda didn’t stop the sounds of pleasure that escaped her as Piele reclined back with her in his arms. The new angle creating a whole new sensation from his cock rubbing her insides.

  Pleasure rippled up her spine as the position opened her up for Riodan to stroke her now exposed clit.

  Her passion flared higher at both of their touches. She burned all over as her juices flowed out of her pussy lubricating the cock in her ass with every in and out pull of Piele. She had never felt anything like this before.

  Zayda lost focus on everything except the feelings of pleasure Piele’s cock in her ass generated. She was caught up in the sensations that she didn’t notice Riodan straightening her legs out in front of her.

  Awareness returned.

  A shock of pleasure hit her when Riodan spread her thighs changing the angle of Piele’s stroking cock once more.

  “That’s it In ki'ichkelem puksik'al,” Riodan whispered as he stroked his cock up and down the front of Zayda’s pussy, “tell us how you feel.” He reached out and tweaked one of her nipples eliciting another moan from her.

  Zayda opened her eyes to glance over her shoulder when Piele stopped fucking her ass. She loved the feel of his cock, so full and perfect. Every part of him touched her insides, activating nerve endings.

  At the touch of Riodan’s cock along her pussy, she turned her attention to him. The intense look of concentration on his face as he gently eased inside her sparked something in her heart.

  “By the will of the Purple One,” she shouted as Riodan cock entered her. It surprised her that her body took both of her mates’ cocks.

  “That’s it, In ki'ichkelem puksik'al,” Riodan encouraged her as he thrust deeper into her pussy. Zayda moaned loudly as she felt Riodan’s cock rub against Piele’s, separated by a thin membrane.

  At some unspoken signal, the two brathas started to thrust. Zayda lost her hold on her sanity. Her brain exploding from the pleasure.

  The pleasure between the three of them built higher and higher with each stroke in and out of Zayda’s body. Zayda was unable to do anything except hang on for the ride.

  Piele’s hands on her hips guided her body where the brathas wanted her to go. Riodan nipped little kisses along her nipples and breasts stirring pleasure

  “Our sexy mate, taking both our cocks. You’re a fucking goddess,” Riodan grunted as he fucked her. Every stroke of his cock opposite of the one in her ass. Pleasure overtook her brain, controlling every sensation in her body.

  “Yes, fuck my ass Piele,” she moaned.

  “Fuck my pussy Riodan,” she encouraged.

  Her orgasm building in her. Riodan reached out, flicked a finger across her sensitive clit. Her mating ring clamped down on his cock as she came from his touch.

  She barely heard Riodan shouting in pleasure. Even less aware of the echoing shout from Piele. A bolt of pleasure shot through the three of them.

  Zayda felt a strange feeling of completeness snapped into place in her chest. Like a missing piece, just found. Rocking from the orgasm she slid into unconsciousness.

  Chapter Ten

  Zayda laid on her bed sandwiched between the two massive bodies of her mates.

  Mates.

  I’m mated.

  Mating, the last thing she’d been prepared for in her life. She always pictured herself as the old crotchety aunt to a passel of her sistahs’ younglings. The one to hype them up on all the sugary food then sending them home with a smile on their faces and syrup for blood.

  Now instead of being the one to never get mated, she was the first of her sistahs to get mated.

  Yes, I was well and truly mated.

  Groaning as she moved slightly, her overly fucked body twinging in protest.

  The three of them had spent the last several days in her quarters exploring each other’s bodies. Maud had handled the docking at Zinthuria and seeing that Doc Myrtn disembarked without any issues. She then got
the ship back on IGSH towards Pyloto. Maud had even set up a training program for the younglings, both physical and educational, to keep them occupied and out of trouble.

  She owed Maud one. Without her, Sparks Fly probably would have crashed into a stray asteroid as the three of them fucked themselves into exhaustion. This meant she was going to have to rethink her plan of revenge to give the X-MONT III on GTR Maud’s comm number. She couldn’t do that to a being that obviously looked out for Zayda the way that Maud did.

  She should have listened to the warning that Doc Myrtn had tried to give her. In a moment of clarity, she had received the message that Doc Myrtn had left her warning her that her mating fire would take a few days to burn out and during that time she wouldn’t be able to make a clear, coherent decision.

  Either she gave the same warning to Maud or probably, and most likely, Maud was aware of how the mating fire would affect Zayda and declared her temporary incapacitated allowing her to take full control of Sparks Fly. It was a system they had set up long ago in case something happened to Zayda and she was unable to command the ship. She never thought she would use it and that it was just a precaution.

  Guess she was wrong.

  She pictured her matra dancing with glee when she received the updated beacon. She wished there was some way she could keep her status change from becoming galaxy-wide knowledge, but the too efficient Maud would have automatically recorded the change in her status.

  She wondered if this could get her out of attending the Celestial Ball? The possibility of not having to attend counted as a bonus.

  Mated.

  Yep, the last word she ever expected to enter her vocabulary.

  “What got you thinking so hard,” Piele gently stroked his hand up and down her spine. The presence of the mating bond strong. Something else she needed to get used to. The experience of being connected to not one, but two other beings fell into something new category of her life.

  Did they teach a class on mating or have a book? She could use a book. One titled “What to expect when you’re unexpectedly mated”.

  Chapter One. Deny Everything.

  Lousy Advice, but worth considering.

  “I am just trying to reconcile the fact that I’m now a mated female. I don’t think I will be able to handle the changes in my life.”

  “Wow, drama much?” Riodan responded from her other side where he was facing her. She thought him still asleep since his eyes were closed and his breathing so even.

  Now that she looked in those languorous orbs she was able to see that he was very relaxed from the sexual energy the three of them had expended.

  “What do you mean drama?” she demanded. She didn’t think her feelings would be invalidated this quickly into their relationship. Pearls and Diamonds not even mated for more than a few days and they were already being douches. Not that they had really done much besides mate and sleep.

  “We can feel your anxiety,” Piele explained shooting Riodan a censored look which he just returned with a shrug.

  This was another role reversal. Usually, Piele was the assholes in their relationships and Riodan was the sensitive one. Maybe too much sex had melted Riodan’s brain, Piele thought back on how they had spent the last couple of days in sexual explorations and grinned. His brain was on board with whatever kept his body happy. Sex with his mate fit into that category.

  “What?” Zayda sat up quickly, brushing her hair out of her face as she dragged a cover-up to hide her nudity. In Piele’s experience whenever a female felt the need to cover up their nudity it meant the conversation to follow was not going to be a fun one.

  “It’s part of the mating bond.” Piele shot a look at his bratha expecting him to say something.

  Zayda turned towards were Riodan was lying propped up against the pillows. When all he did was shrug, Piele picked up one of the pillows and hit him with it.

  Zayda understood his frustration. She picked up a pillow and hit Riodan as well. Amazingly enough, she felt better. Relief shimmered through her. She paused for a second at the feeling. It wasn’t her relief that she was feeling, but rather Piele’s. It seemed that he took her hitting Riodan with the pillow as a sign that things were moving in the right direction.

  This was weird, but something she could get used to with time. From her brief studies of the Purple One, it was believed that when you found your true mate a powerful bond would form that would allow feelings to be shared between mates. She had seen the bond in action in her parentals. It had even existed with Doc Myrtn and her mate when he was still alive.

  “Why can I feel you, but not Riodan?” she realized she had no difficulty feeling Piele’s feelings, but nothing was coming from Riodan.

  “Maybe it’s because he has a stick up his a….” A siren blared throughout the ship interrupting him.

  “Red alert. Battle stations.” Maud’s voice blared throughout Zayda’s quarters. “Captain to the bridge.” The ship rocked by the shockwave of something hitting their shields.

  Zayda hopped out of bed. Quickly pulling on a jumper, managing to keep her balance as other hits followed the initial one, before sprinting towards the bridge.

  Chapter Eleven

  Zayda strode briskly onto the bridge.

  The calm, cool and collected Captain Sparks was present.

  The Captain able to handle anything thrown her way including the viewscreen showing three large Tiagerian battle cruisers bearing down on them as they exited the IGSH. They stood between them and the next beacon they needed to pick up to continue their travels to Pyloto.

  Controlled chaos reigned.

  “Status,” she demanded.

  Maud responded, “Tiagerians were waiting for us when we passed by Tiuthea a few seconds ago. They opened fire without any warning attempting to take out our jumpdrives and shielding. They were unsuccessful as the extra shielding in place held steady.”

  Zayda glanced behind her in surprise seeing Riodan stride onto the bridge fully dressed in his jumper.

  “Major Riodan Pyloto reporting for duty.” He stood straight and tall. A proud warrior.

  Zayda recalled the information from Maud’s research.

  “Man the weapons Major Riodan,” she ordered. She didn’t wait for him to be seated before turning back to the viewscreen.

  Riodan was a highly decorated former member of the IGM with a penchant for unorthodox methods. His specialty being computer espionage with a secondary specialty in weapons.

  She loved unorthodox.

  “Maud, open up a channel to the lead Tiagerian’s ship,” she ordered. The chime of open communication echoed around. She braced herself in an authoritative posture before speaking.

  “Tiagerian vessel, you are guilty of unlawful attack on a ship registered to the Independent Freighter Association of Redemption. Cease and desist all attacks on this vessel. Any further attack will be recorded as a hostile act and retaliation will take place.” She made the formal announcement.

  By galactic law, it was required for her to wait for a response before she could legally blow them out of space. She knew they weren’t going to stop, but by following protocol any actions she took fell under the heading of self-defense. Playing by the rules did have its advantage once in a while. This being one of those times.

  The Tiagerians response came in the form of a lobby of missiles. Zayda caught her balance as the ship rocked from the missiles.

  “Alrighty then,” Zayda said gleefully, “let the games begin. Major Riodan, light up space,” she gave the order.

  Riodan was surprised when Zayda took his help without any argument, especially after she realized that he was blocking his feelings from her. It was an instinctive move on his part.

  He had been entirely shocked when the mate bond settled along with feelings of love and desire that flooded his body. He had instinctively blocked the feelings from flowing to Zayda. Everything was so new, he wasn’t sure how she would react to the intensity of feelings from both him and Piele.
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br />   He just didn’t think that she would be aware that she wasn’t feeling anything from him. He underestimated his mate. His plan to slowly let the feelings trickle to her overtime backfired.

  He looked over Sparks Fly weapons console, pleasantly surprised to see a sophisticated weapon system. It was better than the one they ran on the Burning Duo, something he wasn’t crazy enough to tell Piele.

  This mating might have thrown him off kilter, but he wasn’t a complete idiot. If he dared to find anything lacking in Piele’s baby, he would be traveling on public transportation for the rest of his life.

  Wait. His mate owned her own ship. Now the lack of transportation wasn’t something that Piele would be able to hold over his head.

  “Weapon systems online,” Maud informed him.

  “Thanks, Maud, you’re my A-number one.”

  “Just don’t break our cool toys,” Zayda murmured.

  He turned back to the weapons consoles.

  It was like it was his day of birthing and he was receiving a shitload of new presents. He configured the weapons for the largest amount of damage in the smallest range.

  “Major Riodan, light up space, Zayda order came to him,” he swiped his fingers across several screens and watched as small missiles shot out of Sparks Fly forward hull. Seconds later bright colors lit up the night sky of space. “Your wish is my command,” Riodan murmured under his breath.

  “Incoming hail from the lead Tiagerian ship,” Maud announced.

  “Maybe we should respond to their hail the same way they did to ours,” Zayda commented eliciting a laugh from Riodan. “Open hail.”

  “Sparks Fly,” the tall, orange and black striped Tiagerian appeared on the viewscreen spoke, “give us the younglings and we will allow you to continue on your way in peace.” He arrogantly announced.

  Zayda didn’t show surprise at their demand. When this was over they were going to have to have a meeting about those younglings, something that had been delayed because they had been caught up in the throes of mating. Young females were in demand all over the galaxy, especially on Tiager, the Tiagerian homeworld. But the Tiagerians were determined to get these four. Why?